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RWS-194 Sex-Education Class by Jackson Robard


Chapter 1


Joan Frazer hurried down the worn linoleum hallway of old Montock High 
School, books and her class record under one arm, a small can of film 
gripped tightly in her other hand. Her long, satiny brunette hair 
cascaded over her shoulders as she walked quickly, her form-hugging 
dress stretching tautly over her body and accentuating the fluid lines 
of her movements.

She had the body of a lush young Venus, even though she had recently 
celebrated her thirty-first birthday over the Christmas holidays. If 
the young boys and girls of Montock High had cared to take full notice 
of her charms--and some of them had sneaked long and admiring glances 
at her--they could have traced in detail her sensual curves and hollows 
through the pink velveteen dress she wore this day. Through its sheer, 
stretched thinness could be seen the outline of her white nylon 
brassiere, which barely hid the high-set roundness of her firm, full 
breasts whose rose-tipped nipples clearly punched against the covering 
fabric. The short-hemmed dress molded down over a slender, girlish 
waist and a flat, smooth stomach to a long, full-swelling thighs; and 
where the dress ended, slim curved legs tapered down to slender well-
formed calves and ankles.

Miss Frazer's rich dark hair framed an oval-shaped face that was almost 
classic in its cameo proportions. Her hazel eyes were deep-set and 
large, giving her an innocent appearance which belied her age. She had 
a dainty, slightly curved nose with a few small freckles dotted 
puckishly across its bridge, and her full ripe mouth had a lower lip 
which was almost perpetually set in a little-girl pout. The unmarried 
teacher was beautiful in a youthful manner that guaranteed to attract 
admiring attention from the most discriminating of men, and the dart-
eyed envy of jealous, less well endowed women.

She was walking rapidly to Room 12, and the last class of the day; 
normally this would have produced happiness within her. In one hour she 
could say goodbye to her young pupils and head toward home, but the 
coming hour today was one she dreaded with all of her might, just as 
she had hated this class every week since the beginning of the school 
year last September. Once a week she had been experiencing the 
nightmarish horror of having to stand in front of the small group of 
youthful students and keeping a tight check on her quaking inner 
emotions, so that they would not be able to guess the torment which 
surged through her increasingly as the minutes ticked by. Her agony was 
of her own doing, she fully knew; a product of her past catching up 
with her, and of her present throwing temptation continually up into 
her face. Miss Joan Frazer was the teacher of Montock High's 
experimental sex education course. The once-a-week class on Wednesdays 
had probably been the hottest controversy to strike the farming 
community of Montock since the mayor had been in session since 
September, seven months ago, still the small town was split with the 
emotional fury of whether sex and procreation should be taught in the 
schools. For some years now, educators had been pressing for sex 
education in one form or another, ranging from a simple birds-and-bees 
outline to a comprehensive, multi-grade study of sexual techniques that 
included lessons in premarital intercourse, venereal diseases, 
masturbation, sodomy, and other forms of "unnatural," if commonly 
practiced acts.

The "Progressives," mostly in the state's few large cities, had argued 
that the family and church had failed in supplying a healthy, 
knowledgeable program to adolescents, and were cloaking their own fears 
and dogmas in embarrassed and harmful silence. The modern generation, 
these educators maintained, was smarter, sharper, and more solid than 
any other in the history of the world. The boys and girls growing up 
today wanted facts, not superstition, and as they matured into young 
men and woman, they had a right to know the truth about their budding 
sexuality. The most basic condition of the human animal could no longer 
hide behind the prudish skirts of their parents, and should be 
presented logically and matter-of-factly so that they could gain an 
adult outlook instead of the immature back-room gutter attitudes that 
had traditionally been formed through ignorance.

The "fundamentalists" fought back just as hard. Their arguments ranged 
from scriptural quotations and the Saint Augustine concept of "Original 
Sin," to sex education being a Communist plot for the subverting of 
American youth into degeneracy, to the concept that classroom teaching 
would sterilize the romance and love out of sex. Sex had to be taught 
with a foundation of decency, they said; a child who learned sex as he 
would tennis would never have the respect, awe, or control of his 
growing desires, and would soon become cynical and immoral. And like 
religion, they argued, the ethics and decencies which made sex more 
than just copulation between man and woman were too varied from family 
to family for a mere teacher to present effectively.

Montock was rural, away from the centers of the state, and its outlook 
was narrow and firmly planted in tradition. Not unexpectedly, the small 
town was almost entirely on the side of the "fundamentalists," and so 
convinced were its citizens in the inherent evil of sex education, that 
they were caught off-guard by the passing of a sex education law in the 
state congress. Sex courses were made mandatory in all school districts 
as of the current school year, and as a result, the Freshmen class of 
Montock High was given a chance to learn about sex every Wednesday 
afternoon whether their parents liked it or not.

The State Board of Education had passed down a series of guidelines, 
starting with the rule that the class was voluntary--up to a point. 
There had to be at least five students mixed between the sexes, and in 
Montock, there were only five students who were in Joan Frazer's class. 
Because the concept of sex education was so new, and opinion as to 
methods and subject matter were so varied, the Board had decided to 
allow each district a wide margin in choice of what to present. Later, 
after a few years of experiment, a more standardized format would be 
decided upon, they said, based on what would be learned now.

It so happened that Montock's principal, Ozgood Blatherton, was a 
pompous little man who had dreams of becoming principal of larger and 
better schools in one of the big cities, and he had latched on to the 
sex education issue as a spring-board to make a name for himself. 
Consequently, he had set up one of the most frank and explicit courses 
in the state, pulling no punches in his effort to prove to Montock and 
his superiors that sex education was an effective and desirable 
program. The film Joan carried in her hand, for example, was one which 
would have been banned as obscene if it had been screened in a regular 
theater, and some of her previous teaching material would have been 
termed pornographic if the public at large had been aware of their 
content. Mr. Blatherton had also been the one who had selected the five 
"volunteers" for her class, and with an unerring eye for further 
trouble, he had chosen three of the crudest ruffians in the Freshman 
class, including the son of Montock's most prominent citizen, and two 
young girls who had a reputation for wild, loose behavior. And then he 
had handed the powder-keg package over to Joan Frazer last September 
and washed his hands of the affair ...

A bell rang in the distance, reverberating down the hall in warning 
that the seventh and final period was about to begin. Why me? Joan 
asked herself painfully as she reached the door to room 12 ... Oh God, 
why had Ozgood Blatherton picked me for this class?

It was a mental question which she had asked herself ever since last 
September when she'd been given the assignment, but deep inside her, 
Joan knew the awful answer. Ozgood Blatherton may have been pompous and 
career-hungry, but he was also devilishly shrewd, and he saw that while 
he could take all the credit if the sex education course went well, he 
had to be careful or he would be ruined if something went wrong. None 
of the other teachers at Montock High could be used, as they all had 
been at the school for years and years, but Joan Frazer was a new 
arrival, only having taught at Montock for one year previous to this. 
She was unmarried and young, and therefore automatically suspect in the 
eyes of the community, and worse, she had come from "Back East" 
somewhere, from one of the big cities. In time she might prove her 
worth to the town, but right now she would serve as a perfect scapegoat 
if Ozgood Blatherton's plan back-fired on him.

Joan's credentials had been perfect when she first came to Montock 
seeking work, and even though some people had thought it strange that 
she would chose such an out-of-the-way place, the local school board 
had hired her immediately. What the town didn't know, and what would 
have turned Blatherton to an ashen grey if he had learned, was that in 
her heart, Joan was carrying a guilty and soul-sickening secret. In 
reality, the principal couldn't have picked a worse person to teach the 
young boys and girls about sex, for it was the same as sending a fox 
into a chicken-coop to teach hens how to lay eggs. The outwardly prim 
school-marm had been running from arrest and censure when she'd arrived 
in Montock, just as she'd been fleeing from one terrible incident after 
another since she had grown to adulthood. It was the damning secret 
which had prevented her from marrying, and kept her crying herself to 
sleep on cold, lonely nights ...

Joan Frazer was a pedophile!

The inwardly depraved older woman had been cursed with a maddening 
desire for young boys, adolescents 14 and 15 who were less than half 
her age! It had all started when she was twelve; a boy cousin two years 
older introduced her to the pleasant wonders of sex while her parents 
were out. There had followed the sweet delights of countless boys as 
she'd grown up and dated, but then had come the miserable realization 
when she'd been in teacher's college that men her own age simply didn't 
interest her. Her sexual urges were greater than ever, but the husky, 
meaty, overpoweringly strong attentions of adult males, with their big 
hairy bodies and gigantic-sized penises made her cringe with revulsion. 
She still yearned for the tender, innocent shyness of young boys who 
were first experimenting with the mysteries of their budding genitals. 
They were all so responsive and eager to learn ... and she was the 
perfect teacher!

Lecherously, she had begun to seduce some of her students after she'd 
become a graduate teacher, craving their slim, boyish hardness deep up 
inside her warm, demanding vagina with a passion she'd never, never 
been able to generate for men their father's age. Her all-consuming 
perversion had begun to dominate her life, her time spent mostly with 
plotting whom to seduce next and how best to succeed, or fearing the 
slip of an inexperienced tongue or sudden discovery. Driven as she was, 
Joan had taken chances no normal person would have dared to, 
abandonedly stripping naked in the backs of cars for some young boy of 
her choice, or hungrily removing the pants of still another eagerly 
trembling male-child in her own bedroom, disregarding the threat of 
public exposure and even prison. And eventually, her frenzied ways had 
always ended in downfall and a panicked running ...

Montock was the absolute end of the line for her. She had known it when 
she'd arrived in the dusty village, breathless and broke from her most 
recent escape from Dayton, Ohio.

Now, simply walking into Room 12 of Montock High and looking at the 
fresh-faced boys and girls smiling expectantly back at her, she was 
reminded of just such a similar classroom in Dayton. She groaned 
inwardly as she made her way to her desk at the front, sinking down 
gratefully in her chair before her slim legs buckled beneath her. God 
... Dayton, Ohio ...

The incident which had happened there to her was still a red, painfully 
open wound in her memory, even after two years ...

In Dayton, she had managed to get a job teaching remedial reading to 
junior high students, and one boy in her class had tragically formed a 
crush on her. Tommy Hotchkiss had been his name, a handsome boy not yet 
fourteen, whose puppy love for her had reached the innermost depths of 
Joan's heart. She had fought her unquenchable desire for the youth, 
just as she was fighting her wild, unpredictable urges now in Montock, 
but then had come one of those occasions when the ravenous need had 
been too overpowering for her to control. She and young Tommy had been 
alone in the classroom, and while leaning over his temptingly virile 
form to help him with a difficult sentence, the boy had suddenly 
reached up and kissed her full on her soft, warm lips. The dam of her 
pent-up emotions had burst, and before she had realized what they were 
doing, she had found herself on the floor with him, exploring his 
genitals while he'd sucked hungrily at one of her firm, nakedly exposed 
breasts.

Eventually she had taken all of his clothes off, and then delightedly 
she had stripped naked before his quivering flesh, enjoying the hot 
desire in his eyes dancing across her white, pulsing loins. She had 
lain and splayed her legs wide for him, and the boy had eagerly crawled 
over her nakedly abandoned body, inserting his slender, lust-stiffened 
young penis up inside her tight, moistly throbbing pussy to tickle and 
prod her there. It had been Tommy's first orgasm; and the hot sweet 
semen emitting in jet-like spurts from his rigid young penis had almost 
frightened him with its ferocity, but he had soon wanted more. And Joan 
had lewdly been willing to supply all he'd wanted!

But their carnal affair had ended and, as always for the wickedly 
seductive teacher, it had ended disastrously for her. They had been 
caught half naked behind the school furnace by the janitor, old 
Johannsen, and the bewhiskered man had forced her to suck his leathery 
cock until he'd cum in her mouth, while Tommy had watched in absolute 
horror. Joan had known that even if Tommy or Johannsen never told about 
her uncontainable perversion, it was the end of her in Dayton ...

And this sex education class, she thought miserably, might very well be 
the end of her for all time. She had been barely able to control her 
ever-mounting desires for her boy students since Dayton, masturbating 
with the dreams of virile young penises and eager, innocent caresses 
whenever the lascivious demands inside her grew to the danger point. 
She'd realized from the start that if she failed to keep her corrupting 
degeneracies in rein this time, there could be no other place to which 
she could escape, and with that fear pressing on her every action, the 
emotional frustration of being surrounded by the handsome young bodies 
every day had been repressed. But now ... now she not only had to face 
the youthful objects of her most fevered desires, she had to teach them 
the very subject she had sworn to stay away from!

God ... she had to keep hold of herself! She just had to!

Joan once again set her mind to gain control of the ragged emotions 
this class always caused her to suffer, sucking in a deep, heated 
breath and gripping her desk with quivering hands. It was not a simple 
matter for her to do, but she managed, mainly by blotting out the 
remembrance of Tommy Hotchkiss and concentrating on the students before 
her.

"Class," she said, smiling at them, "I've a new film to show today. 
This is the most ... the most explicit showing of boys and girls 
together."

She happened to look at Wayne Conroy, who was leaning on his elbows at 
his first-row desk, his chin resting in his cupped hands. God, he was a 
handsome boy, she thought, in a split-second flash of desire. Her eyes 
traveled brazenly for a moment on the width of his young shoulders, the 
ripple of his developing muscles, and the taper of his boyish waist as 
he sat in his seat. Wayne was the son of Montock's richest and biggest 
farmer, Agnew Harrison Conroy, and had a bad reputation as trouble-
maker and bully. His swaggering manner could be traced to his father's 
position, which allowed him to get away with things other boys couldn't 
afford to do, and to the maturity for his fifteen years, which made him 
larger and stronger than the rest of his classmates. Joan Frazer knew 
this, but it wasn't enough to stop her from one fleeting thought: God 
... I wonder what the rest of him is like, the part I can't see ...

Wayne's eyes met hers and then skipped away to blatantly trace the 
contours of her throat down to the cleavage between her ripely mature 
breasts under the thin spring dress. Joan's throat turned instantly 
dry, and she felt her face warm with a sudden rush of blood which 
crimsoned her cheeks and temples. Damn! It was as if he could read her 
mind!

"We ... We are up to the point of actual sexual intercourse now," she 
stammered to the students, hurriedly attempting to cover her fluster. 
"We've studied the sex organs individually, and ... and last week, if 
you remember, we saw slides, on how each sex matures physically."

One of the girls, petite Sharla Gronsworth, giggled appreciatively from 
where she sat. Joan looked at her sharply, frowning with disapproval. 
"Sharla," she scolded the little blonde girl, "by this time I would 
think you would have been able to get over your childishness. This is a 
serious subject, and you must be a young adult about it."

"That's just it, teacher," Micky Hagen said, "Sharla's very adult about 
sex."

"Most mature," another boy, Nick "Knuckles" Gerber, hooted derisively. 
"Amazing how grown-up she is when it comes to sex!"

"Sure! Just look at her," Wayne added gleefully. "You can see just how 
mature she is!"

"Stop it!" Joan Frazer snapped in an effort to restore order to the now 
loudly laughing class. "Nick, would you take the movie and thread it in 
the projector, please?" "Knuckles" came forward with a knowing smirk 
and took the can of film back to the large 16 mm projector which was on 
a stand at the back of the room. In a moment he'd wound the celluloid 
through the lens and sprockets, called to the other girl, Lucy 
Hamilton, to switch off the lights and switched on the machine.

Joan moved from her chair just as light flickered on the silver screen 
behind her, the screen having been set up by the audio-visual 
department during the class break. She went to one of the student desks 
and sat down so she could watch the motion picture as well, nervously 
crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. She dug the nails 
of her left hand into the palm of her right, and pressed the full, 
moist lips of her mouth tightly together, and she could feel her heart 
palpitating like a trip-hammer beneath the thin cloth of her dress and 
brassiere. God ... don't make this film too sexy, she prayed. I don't 
think I could take it if it were ...

Her eyes glanced to the small screen just as the title, "THE WEDDING 
NIGHT" came on in large letters in color. She had never seen this 
particular movie before, though she had heard about it as one of the 
most detailed films available. She was afraid that it might show young 
people rather than older adults, as had some of the earlier books and 
slides, for every time she had seen a naked boy illustrated in some 
form of sexual awakening, familiar and unwanted sensations had coursed 
through her own body, tingling every nerve end with rising arousal. She 
had a slight twinge of doubt in her mind about whether she could sit 
through such a picture if, indeed, it showed in full-color action the 
love-making of a young boy with his girl. The fever pitch of excitement 
it would surely produce in her already trembling loins would betray her 
guilty secret to her students the moment the lights were switched back 
on! Somehow she had to overcome her secret longings and not succumb as 
she had so many other times in the past! No matter what this movie 
showed, she couldn't let it affect her sexually! She mustn't let it!

"... it was a wonderful wedding," a man's voice was droning from the 
projector's loudspeaker. On the screen was flashing the picture of a 
church, and people throwing rice to a happily running bride and groom. 
"But after the ceremony comes a still more important phase of their 
relationship," the voice continued. "The Bible says for man and woman 
to become as one in matrimony, and it is during the honeymoon that the 
newly wedded couple must join together as Nature intended for them to 
do ..."

On the screen appeared a young, innocent-looking blonde girl in a 
wedding gown, standing beside a large bed. She could not have been over 
seventeen and was the most lovely thing Joan had ever seen. She had a 
dazzling look of adoration in her eyes that reflected her deep 
happiness and love, and in spite of the realization that this meant her 
husband would be similarity youthful, Joan was touched deeply. She 
identified completely with the girl at that moment, and concentrated 
completely on what she was doing. The young bride began to undress with 
slow, shy motions. She slipped her long white satin gown hesitantly 
upwards, exposing the high-set calves, and then full, well-rounded 
thighs. The tan of her sheer nylon stockings, held in place by a 
dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted pleasingly with the creamy 
ivory of her exposed flesh.

Jean could hear the low sounds of delight from the boys in her class as 
the dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her beautifully 
proportioned body fully emerged. Her brassiere fell away with a flick 
of her fingers, and the unripened beauty of her firm young breasts 
swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the light of the 
screen, and their quivering, turgid nipples peaked higher on the 
luscious spheres as the teen-aged bride raised her arms over her head 
in a cute little yawn.

The girl was almost naked now, wearing only her high heels, long tan 
stockings, the garter belt, and a thin wisp of sheer panties. The voice 
of the commentator was talking about the necessity for the bride not to 
show fear if she was coming to her marital bed as a virgin, and all the 
while the girl was drawing her silken panties tantalizingly down over 
her gently curved hips and buttocks. She turned and bent over slowly, 
her back to the audience; brushing her thin panties sensuously against 
her smooth thighs and calves, and then discarded them at her feet 
beside her dress. She stretched languidly again and teasingly turned to 
the front, exposing shamelessly all of her delicious young nakedness, 
from her high-tilted breasts to the soft, blonde triangle of her 
girlish pubic mound.

The naked young bride lay back on the bed then, her legs scissoring 
open and closed slowly, exposing the thin pink slit of her vagina that 
nestled teasingly in the soft curly hair up between her thighs. Her 
feet were pointed directly at the camera, and sheer wanton desire 
reflected in her eyes as though she wished to take on every boy who was 
watching her.

"She is now ready to receive her husband, and as you can see, boys and 
girls, she is most eager for him ..."

Joan shifted nervously, not having expected anything like this! It 
seemed so real that the older woman teacher couldn't understand how the 
girl could act such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered 
lying in her own bed this very morning and thinking about wanting a 
handsome boy until she had almost gone insane and relieved herself with 
her own fingers. She blushed slightly in the darkness, thankful that 
the lights were out, guilt flicking slightly through her conscience. 
She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the desk 
chair brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vagina. She 
jerked from the contact and the more unexpected shock it had brought. 
Her breath quickened ...

"The groom has, in the meantime, been undressing and is about to join 
his new wife in the most wonderful of all human adventures," the voice 
from the loudspeaker informed gravely. "Please notice that because his 
bride has shown her complete desire for him, he is sexually ready 
almost from the beginning ..." A boy suddenly walked within camera 
range, and Joan felt her heart leap in her throat. Oh no! He's so 
damned handsome! He was dark-haired in contrast to his lovely pert 
bride, with flashing black eyes and a cocky grin on his youthful, 
clean-shaven face, and Joan estimated that he couldn't have been over 
eighteen by the look of him. She groaned inwardly as she stared wide-
eyed and transfixed at the screen and viewed the teenage boy undress 
from his black wedding tuxedo. His pants fell to the floor quickly, and 
his hardened, virile penis could be seen standing out in front of him 
like a straight branch of a tree. The boy had obviously been chosen for 
the role because of his maturity, for his slender young cock was easily 
equal to that of a grown man. The young groom edged for the bed, 
smiling with his panting anticipation, and he crawled up on the 
mattress beside his girl to kneel slave-like between her wide-spread 
thighs. The pubic hair covering the mound at the base of her white 
little belly was soft and sparse, and the tiny pink folds of flesh 
covering the narrow slit of her tender vagina were plainly visible.

"One of the most important factors to happy marital relations," the 
voice intoned, "is proper foreplay. In this day and age, forms which 
were once considered as perversions and acts against God are now 
realized as healthful enjoyments and natural additions to the sex act 
itself. Please watch carefully ..."

The camera came in for a close-up of her eager young pussy just over 
the top of the boy's head. He reached forward, placing one thumb on 
either side of the narrow hair-lined slit and spread her moistly pink 
lips slowly apart, exposing the layered vaginal flesh. The camera 
zoomed in closer and her bud-like little clitoris could be viewed just 
above the tight elastic opening of her cunt, quivering with obvious 
excitement as the boy moved forward until his face was only inches away 
from her exposed vaginal channel. The youthful groom's tongue snaked 
out and its tip swiped across the wetly glistening cuntal flesh before 
him, sending her tiny clitoris into jerking hardness that brought 
groans of delight not only from the young girl, but from the sex 
education class which was so avidly viewing the scene.

"The groom is performing the age-old act of cunnilingus, boys and 
girls; this type of oral-genital contact is in vogue throughout much of 
the world and there is mention of the act being performed throughout 
all history ..."

Joan Frazer dared not to breathe. The sight of the hotly aroused boy 
had turned her own body into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends that her 
mind could not control. She could not comprehend what she was viewing 
on the screen in front of her or the unwanted feelings she was 
experiencing as licking flames of rising desire began fanning out 
through the very first of the movie, Joan was now so absorbed that she 
could imagine herself there on the bed, receiving the delicious 
attention from a handsome naked boy so much like the kind she loved so 
well. She could feel small pin-pricks of erotic sensation racing 
through the quivering flesh of her inner thighs and up to the tautly 
hardening nipples of her throbbing breasts, and she pressed her legs 
tightly together to try and stop the taunting stimulations from getting 
any worse ...

The naked youth wetly teased the pinkly quivering lips of his bride's 
throbbing cunt with his tongue for another agonizing moment, and then 
he began to run his lips up and down the full length of the widely-
spread vagina, bringing contorted expressions of joy to the girl's face 
that could now be seen in the camera. The girl wrapped her hands into 
the young groom's black head of hair, and the muscles in her arms stood 
out tight and strained as she pulled his face forward with all her 
strength into the moist wetness of her loins. Her hips began a slow 
hard grinding up against his face as he sank his tongue with a sudden 
lizard-like thrust deep down into the tightness of her clasping young 
pussy. She was rapidly becoming a raw, quivering mass of feminine 
desire, writhing and twisting like a slow moving belly-dancer under the 
boy's hot probing tongue.

With each passing frame of film, Joan felt herself mentally tighten up 
until she didn't feel as if she was the same person she had been when 
the class had started. The heat and excitement the movie was generating 
in the room was continuing to stimulate her hotly against her will. She 
uncrossed her legs and squirmed down against the desk seat again, 
feeling the rounded edge of the chair push her dress and panties up 
into the wetly pulsating crevice of her vagina. She rubbed herself 
gently against it, working the thin band of panties which ran beneath 
the crease of her buttocks up between the moistened lips of her pussy, 
and unconsciously she let her body rock on it in an almost 
indiscernible rhythm--in concert with the writhing girl on the screen. 
She could feel the wetness spread between her inner thighs, and she 
spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the seat. The 
hardness brushed soothingly against her tiny, involuntarily rising 
clitoris through the sheer panties.

Jean looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at the young students 
around her to make sure they hadn't noticed what she was uncontrollably 
doing to herself. But both the boys and the girls were so engrossed in 
the film that they had paid no attention. She let her eyes wander back 
to the motion picture, almost afraid of what she would view next and 
the effect it would have on her already wildly heated emotions ...

"Our young husband has now brought his virginal wife to a high state of 
excitement," the loudspeaker said. "Sensing that she is sexually ready 
to accept his ultimate advances, he is now going to insert his penis 
inside her vagina and thrust vigorously in and out until he experiences 
ejaculation ..."

The handsome youth had risen from between the undulating thighs now and 
was climbing up over the soft, warm flesh of his eagerly awaiting 
bride. His boyish hardness stood out in the air like a huge fleshy 
shaft, and he had his hand around it, rubbing the wetly lubricated head 
softly against the tender curls of her soft pink pubic flesh. Then he 
straightened his lean, adolescent nakedness over her nude body, 
straddling her, with the rigidity of his long thin cock poised directly 
at the trembling round whiteness of her inner thighs. Joan held her 
breath, as did her pupils, when she viewed the red bulbous head of the 
boy's penis make contact with the moist open fringes of the girl's 
pussy, and then she watched, not breathing, as the passion-crazed bride 
reached down with her hand and guided him into her. The girl moved his 
virile erection up and down in the wetly glistening crevice for a 
moment, parting her soft pubic hair, and then with a moaning sigh of 
desire, slipped his young penis just inside the tight confines of her 
vaginal tunnel.

Joan Frazer's eyes were wide with hypnotized wonderment as she viewed 
the boy's throbbing cock slide slowly up into the hungrily clasping 
lips of his young wife's cunt, and she heard through ringing ears the 
soft sibilant sound as it wetly entered her. The teenage girl moaned 
once, shivered slightly, and became momentarily rigid, and the 
announcer informed the class that this was the moment when her virginal 
hymen was being ruptured. But almost immediately her eyes became glazed 
with lust once more, and her lips bared back over small white teeth 
into a broad smile of utter delight. She undulated her buttocks up off 
the bed until all Joan could see was a small bit of the base of the 
long white cock protruding from the moistly tight lips surrounding it.

The equally passion-driven boy began a slow grinding up and down 
movement, with his naked young buttocks rising in the air until the tip 
of his rock-hard penis was left just inside the warm enclosing sheath 
of her vagina. Then he dropped heavily back down between her wide-
splayed thighs, impaling himself completely with one long, smooth 
stroke. The camera moved around from the side of the two lovers to view 
up between their straining legs, and Joan could now watch the girl's 
pussy lips moving in and out with each pumping surge he made into her 
fully exposed cuntal slit. The hypnotized older teacher and her 
attentive students could see tiny ridges of soft pink vaginal flesh 
clinging to the thick impaling shaft each time the boy drew back, the 
pussy lips disappearing as he slid down upon her gently. After another 
moment of rhythmic sawing, the girl seemed to warm still more to her 
task and reached down between his widespread thighs to cradle the 
softness of his virile young testicles in her palm. The voice from the 
soundtrack drew attention to what she was doing and the class watched 
wide-eyed as she stroked her lover's scrotum gently while he fucked 
into her with his gently thrusting cock. From the profile they 
presented, it appeared that his spearing young penis was a thick, wetly 
glistening piston of flesh moving methodically in and out of her 
eagerly assisting vagina.

Joan tried to turn her head away, a tight restrictive feeling digging 
deep within her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like to 
watch two people making love, particularly a boy she would have loved 
to have had fucking her, and she found it affecting her to a degree 
that she had difficulty in controlling. She could sense the strange, 
light-fingered quivering up between her thighs building rapidly in 
strength, and she knew that she was close to losing what little self-
restraint she had been able to muster these past few months since 
Dayton. She closed her eyes tightly, but still the vision of the lovely 
young boy's cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness 
of his bride's vagina raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes 
still tighter, but could not blot out the lewdly enticing picture she'd 
been viewing on the screen; and the adolescent couple's soft moans and 
the wet sucking noises of their intercourse, interspersed with the 
announced detailed description of what they were doing, drifted across 
the small classroom to her ears, magnifying the obscene image a 
thousand times. She was ready to crawl the walls to quench the fire 
which was now raging uncontrollably through her involuntarily 
contracting vagina. The sight of the girl in that movie being buffeted 
by a youthful boy mercilessly fucking into her once-virginal cunt was 
just too much for the helplessly aroused teacher to take! Something had 
to give!

Something did!

"Now they will experience orgasm; the final bliss of human copulation 
..." But the man was drowned out by another sound coming from the 
loudspeaker, a spiraling cry of climax which erupted from the writhing 
bride's mouth. She was twisting her head wildly from side to side on 
the bed as her slender white buttocks began a wild rotation up tight 
against the thick virile penis which was sunk so deep in her young 
belly. At the same time, the boy groaned above her and ground down hard 
inside her vagina, and his long fleshy hardness began to throb out 
white, milky sperm deep up into her tiny womb. The rich creamy fluid 
filled her completely, and cascaded out around the moistly stretched 
lips of her cunt. To Joan's mesmerized eyes, there was a clear view of 
a tiny white stream of the boy's cum running down the wide-split 
crevice of her buttocks and down onto the mattress below. The young 
couple jerked against each other a moment longer, and then lay still 
...

The screen went blank with flickering white light, leaving the 
salacious scene--a deflowered young bride and her youthful lover lying 
together in satiated contentment--imprinted deeply in the minds of the 
breathless class. The small room was filled with the heated air of 
their excited breathing which had accompanied the passion-inciting 
lesson in sex education. No one present had not felt the sensations of 
lust at that final climax, including the trembling, dry-mouthed teacher 
herself. Every boy had the front of his trousers bulging with the tell-
tale sign of their arousal, and the young girls all had their legs 
spread as far apart as Joan's had been, their thin white panties moist 
with the secretions of their movie-induced excitement.

It was with a long sigh of relief that Joan Frazer rose on shaky legs 
and made her way to the light switch. She had never been so affected 
sexually by anything, and it frightened her. There was a rustle of 
clothing being straightened as she flicked the lights on, and she 
herself smoothed down the front of her dress, feeling shamefully wet up 
between her thighs. She was at a loss for words for a long moment, and 
then mercifully the bell rang. "That will be all for this week, class," 
she said in a voice that sounded even strange to her, opening the door 
to the corridor. "Next week ... next week we have another film."

God ... another film like this one? She shuddered at the thought as the 
boys and girls filed past her and out into the hall. She wasn't sure 
she could take another one of these erotically stimulating movies, for 
she was as close to losing her hard-won self control as she had ever 
been since Dayton, and in another few moments, would herself have been 
as helpless a victim of passion as the girl had been on the screen. And 
then what would have happened? Oh God, and then ...?



Chapter 2


"Gosh!" fifteen year-old Wayne Conroy said behind his teacher. Joan 
Frazer turned around, startled, not having noticed that the boy hadn't 
left the classroom along with the others.

She looked at Wayne and, after the headying influence of the movie, was 
terribly aware of his vibrant young body that was less than a foot away 
from her. She could almost feel the warmth of his youthful virility 
pulsating out toward her from the smooth, hairless flesh that was 
beneath his shirt and pants, and she felt a twinge of hot desire to 
reach out with her hand and caress the flat curve of his belly down to 
where it disappeared into his faded blue jeans.

Wayne smiled up at her almost brazenly, and wiped his perspiring 
forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. "That sure was the wildest sex 
movie I've ever seen."

"It ... its purpose was educational, Wayne," Joan replied as primly as 
she could, trying to muster her control to hide her inner turmoil. "It 
... wasn't meant to be anything more than that."

"Aw, I didn't mean it was dirty or anything like that," Wayne said, 
scuffing the toe of one shoe with embarrassment. "I kinda figure it's 
all how you look at it."

"That's exactly right," Joan said. She walked over to her desk, 
swallowing thickly, and kept her eyes steadfastly off the boy as she 
picked up her books and class records. "Sex ... Sex isn't obscene in 
itself. It can be beautiful or fun or not much of anything at all, but 
not obscene. The film today showed love-making, not dirt."

"Well, what's all the fuss over porno--pornog--"

"Pornography. It's a matter of definition, I'd say. If a person thinks 
sex is obscene, then whatever has to do with it is, by definition, 
pornographic. But if the act of eating was thought to be sinful, and 
the people in government or the church had the power to force their 
ways on us, then a picture of your family eating dinner around a table 
would be pornographic."

"I don't think you'd get my father to go along with that!" Wayne 
laughed. "He loves eating too much! But then, I guess he likes sex a 
lot, too."

Joan felt a blush creep slowly up through the skin of her face. "I ... 
I would hope so, if he's a healthy married adult," she said, feeling 
the conversation was slipping away from her control.

"Naw," Wayne said with a slight sneer. "I mean the old man likes por--
pornography. He's got a basement full of the stuff, and--"

"Wayne!" Joan said sharply. "Your father is the leading man in Montock. 
He's the leader of the fight against sex education, as you well know; 
and I'm sure that he would be very hurt if he heard you talk about him 
that way!"

"Aw, so he started the Concerned Parents of PTA committee to try and 
stop you; but that don't mean a thing. My ma got him to do it, and she 
dried up years ago. But he runs the smokers at the American Legion, and 
when he gets with his dumb friends, they go down into the basement with 
a load of beer ... and I can hear them snickering clear up in my 
bedroom sometimes. He goes out to Sadie's sometimes, too. You know 
about Sadie's? She runs that cat-house outside of town, and--"

"That will be quite enough, young man!" Joan interrupted him icily. 
"Whether your father does or does not, I don't want to hear about it, 
not in my classroom. What we're trying to teach you in sex education is 
the adult, healthy attitude toward love and procreation."

Wayne shrugged, as if the vile sound of his words about his father 
didn't mean a thing one way or another. "Well, suit yourself, Miss 
Frazer. That's not why I stuck around anyway. I was wondering if ... 
well, if you'd drive me home today."

"Oh? Miss your ride?"

"I told 'Knuckles' not to save room for me in his brother's car, 
because my ma was supposed to pick me up. Now I found out she ain't 
coming, and it's a long way to walk. Gee, if you'd only drive me as far 
as your rooming house, that'd be a help, since you live over half the 
way to my place. Would you, Miss Frazer? Huh, would you?"

Joan stiffened at his request, sensing the hard-won control of a few 
minutes already faltering. In spite of herself, she could feel tiny 
butterfly-like sensations flitting suddenly through her stomach, and 
she blinked her eyes shut, trying not to allow the still smoldering 
embers of the fire the sex film had lit within her to grow any more 
heated. She realized haplessly that any wrong move could suddenly fan 
those glowing coals of passion into a roaring inferno that would 
consume her and whoever was with her at the time.

Yet what excuse could she possibly use to decline this handsome young 
boy's request? Montock was such a small town, that there simply was no 
way of hiding a curt brush-off behind a phony excuse. Wayne would see 
right through it, and she knew he'd be hurt and possibly hate her for 
the unexplainable lie. For some reason she still didn't fathom, young 
Wayne had been very cooperative in her class, contrary to his behavior 
in some of the others, and she hated to upset the delicate balance that 
had been struck so far. Moreover, she intuitively knew that one of the 
reasons she hadn't been as bothered as she could have been by Mr. Agnew 
Harrison Conroy and his Concerned Parents group was due to Wayne's 
talking down of the sex education class while at home. To repulse the 
boy and turn him against her could open up a nightmarish Pandora's box 
of harassment and eventual ruination.

"Of ... course, Wayne," she said, licking her lips with the tip of her 
moist tongue. "I'll be glad to ..."

Joan owned a banged-up old Volkswagen beetle, and when she and Wayne 
got into it moments later, it was impossible not to become aware of 
their closeness. She set her mind on the task of driving, however, 
vowing not to let his nearness affect her any more than it was already. 
She could feel tiny tendrils of lurid excitement creeping unwontedly 
through her body as it was, tingling involuntarily up from between her 
aching secretion-moistened loins, and she struggled with all of her 
strength to maintain her outward composure. Miserably, Joan realized 
that not until she was in her apartment and Wayne was safely out of 
sight and on his way home, would she be truly able to regain control 
again over her sensually-aroused emotions.

For a small town, Montock had quite a number of people crowding the 
small "down-town" main street, and Joan had to swerve violently once as 
an unthinking lady driver suddenly cut her off. Young Wayne Conroy was 
thrown against her in spite of the bucket seats, and she gasped with a 
startled cry as the rounded firmness of her breasts brushed against the 
developing muscles of his shoulder and chest. His touch made the older 
woman all that more conscious of the virile youth's presence, more than 
the forced laughter and desultory conversation they'd indulged in since 
leaving the school grounds. Alone with the boy and without the 
interruptions of class duties and other students, she was discovering 
that Wayne was a rather bright, quick-witted teenager, and despite what 
she had promised herself, a rapport between them was rapidly 
establishing itself. By the time she parked the small car in front of 
her rooming house, Joan Frazer was almost sad to see Wayne leave.

There was a long silence of almost embarrassing proportions as the 
lovely brunette teacher and her handsome young student stood on the 
cracked sidewalk in front of the house. Joan was mortified by the way 
she was finding herself tongue-tied, and as she continued to look at 
Wayne, she tried desperately to stifle the strange nervousness she felt 
growing within her. There was the same something about the boy that 
there had been about little Tommy Hotchkiss back in Dayton and all the 
other youngsters before him--and it was more than simply a broad-
shouldered and leanly muscular young virility. It was as if there was a 
compelling magnetism between her and the boy, an undeniable "animal 
attraction" that was wickedly forcing them together no matter what 
precautions she could take.

"Ahhh, gee, Mrs. Frazer, thanks a lot for the ride," Wayne finally 
managed to say to her. "Gosh, do you think that ... that ..." His 
stammering grew until at last he blurted: "I mean, it's an awful hot 
day for April, and I'm mighty thirsty. I don't have any money, and I 
was hoping maybe you could let me have a glass of water before I go."

"Well, Wayne, I think that ..." Joan said slowly, unable to make her 
mind function properly as she felt the boy's eyes gazing immodestly 
over her thinly clad body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her 
flesh, and they seemed to roam at will up and down from her high, 
rounded breasts to the full, inviting curves of her buttocks and 
thighs. No! Tell him to go away! a portion of her mind screamed at her, 
tell him no before it's too late!

But a savage thrill ran through the heatedly aroused young teacher's 
body as she watched his unconscious staring at her lush, lightly-
covered form. She could feel a slight tremor of response up between her 
inner thighs as she realized that she was hopelessly gripped with an 
insane temptation to reach out and stroke the young boy's face in 
return. It was horrible, she told herself; it was degrading and 
perverted, and she had to stop herself! Yet in spite of her revulsion 
at her own animal lustings, Joan was unwillingly becoming more and more 
aroused by the minute.

"Yes," she said softly to the youth. "Yes, you can come up to my room, 
Wayne." She prayed that her suddenly uncontrollable excitement was not 
revealed in her own trembling voice. "I have some soda-pop you can 
have, how's that?"

"Gee, thanks, Miss Frazer! You're a swell teacher to have!" Wayne 
enthused gratefully, and bounced up on the old wide porch of the 
rooming house.

Joan rented a small, three-room apartment on the second floor from the 
owner of the house, a widowed grandmother named Mrs. O'Toole. It looked 
out on the weed-grown back yard and the rear of Smiley's Hardware 
store, and the dismal sight often depressed Joan when she'd glance out 
of the dirty windows. It was cramped and smelled of dry-rot, but it was 
furnished and the only cheap place available in Montock when she'd 
arrived. As usual, Mrs. O'Toole was away baby-sitting her latest 
grandchild, and there was no one in sight as Joan and Wayne climbed the 
rickety narrow stairs to the upper floor. And yet, though nobody knew 
Wayne was with her, and she had still not touched this delicious child, 
Joan Frazer had a horrible sinking feeling as she closed the door to 
her room that she was also sealing her fate for the rest of her life 
...

"The soda is in the kitchen, Wayne," she said with a gentle smile. "Why 
don't you sit down on the couch there and make yourself comfortable?"

"Well, are you having one, too Miss Frazer?"

"I ... thought I might have a small glass of brandy instead, Wayne," 
Joan said, already crossing to the cabinet beside the chair. God, yes, 
she wanted a brandy! She had to have something to suppress her ragged 
nerves and help her get a better hold of herself before she went 
straight up through the roof! That damnable sex film ... and now Wayne 
sitting so innocently on her couch ... God, maybe she better have two 
drinks, and big ones at that!

"Well, gee, then I'll go get the soda," the boy said, jumping up from 
the couch. "Ma never lets me do anything around the house like that. Is 
it in the refrigerator?"

"Yes, behind the eggs," Joan replied, nodding. She watched him hurry 
out into the kitchen and then listened for the sound of the 
refrigerator door opening before taking out the nearly full bottle of 
brandy and a small wine glass from the cabinet. She unscrewed the top 
and tilted the bottle, filling the glass to its brim. The hot liquid 
burned all the way down to her quivering stomach, making her slightly 
sick until she thought of the desirable male child who was out in the 
kitchen, and then she lifted the glass again and swallowed the rest of 
it in one gulp. The warming brandy flowed instantly through her 
bloodstream, relaxing her and making her feel less guilty. She refilled 
the glass and drank again, rewarded this second time by a faint 
lightheadedness that swirled through her gratefully.

But when Wayne returned, smiling happily with his ice-cold bottle of 
soda clutched in his hand, Joan bit into the soft full flesh of her 
lower lip, once again tormented by maddening desire. God, it was out of 
the question, she told herself as she drank again. She just couldn't 
allow herself to give in to her cravings for him! It was begging for 
disaster, and after all of the promises she'd made after Dayton and 
managed to keep, she had to fight it! Damn, damn, damn, she'd hoped the 
brandy would help settle her, but instead it almost seemed as if it 
were having an opposite effect on her ...

Wayne Conroy sank down on the couch again and took a long pull on the 
soda. Then he said, "You ... you don't mind if I ask you something, 
Miss Frazer?"

"What?" Joan said, coming out of her own thoughts to hear him. "Oh, no. 
No, not at all, Wayne. That's what teachers are for."

"Well, gee, it's about what we're learning in the sex class," he said, 
squirming with childish embarrassment. "Ma keeps telling me that sex is 
bad. That I'll loose all my teeth and go mad if I ... I fool around 
with myself."

"Masturbate?" Joan said, unable to stop herself.

"Y-Yes, I guess that's what it's called." Wayne blushed a crimson color 
now and wriggled even more on the couch, the soda pop bottle in his 
lap, held there by both hands. The bottle looks just like a giant glass 
penis, Joan caught herself thinking, and then she shivered and turned 
away, horrified at the lewdness she had pictured in her mind. "But you 
tell us it's normal, Miss Frazer," the boy went on in an awkward voice. 
"Just about everybody does it, and it's just a natural thing to do. 
Gee, I get confused."

"Don't be, Wayne. It's simply a matter that facts are finally winning 
out over superstition. For centuries people believed certain things 
because there wasn't any way of actually finding out if they were true 
or not. Now there are ways, and scientists have proven with studies and 
experiments that lots of the old beliefs are false. Boys and girls 
masturbate, and so do lots of adults. If what your mother believes 
actually was the case, why almost everybody in the world would be 
running around crazy and without any teeth."

Wayne laughed at the imaginary scene. "Yeah, that would be pretty 
funny, all right."

"That's why the state has decided on sex education courses," Joan 
continued. "Too many parents either don't teach anything at all about 
sex, or if they do, they teach myths and falsehoods that give their 
children the wrong idea about what's right and wrong."

"Well, gee, then what we saw in the movie today, when the guy went down 
on his girl--that's okay?"

"If they both want it. Passion is a very strong thing."

"Pastor Quigley says things like that are sins and only animals do it."

"Humans are animals, Wayne, at least when it comes to how our sex is 
set up." Joan moved toward one of the windows, feeling the moisture 
begin again between her tightly pressed thighs. She involuntarily 
squeezed her buttocks together to quiet the lascivious tingle that was 
building in her loins. God, if only Wayne wouldn't talk about sex, she 
groaned to herself, it only made matters worse for her to control! 
Every word they spoke made her remember the film she'd viewed less than 
an hour previously. How vividly came that final love-making scene to 
her mind again, the camera clearly showing the beautiful naked boy's 
thick, virile penis pumping into the soft, hair-fringed folds of his 
bride's vagina. The girl's face had been contorted into the most 
depraved picture of ecstasy Joan could possibly imagine. God, how she 
must have felt, Joan found herself thinking. And for such a long time I 
haven't felt that way myself ...

"Gee," Wayne said in inexperienced awe, "that girl sure loved what he 
was doing to her."

Joan drained the brandy in her glass and stepped quickly to the bottle 
for another shot. "That's ... that's what love is all about, Wayne, as 
you'll discover some day. Love is making people happy."

"Have you ever made love, Miss Frazer?"

Joan almost dropped the glass in her hand at the innocence of the 
question. She turned around to stare at Wayne, completely unable to 
find the words to diplomatically answer his blatancy, and was instantly 
aware of the boy's eyes fastened upon her body again. Joan fought down 
the almost irresistible impulse to tell him that yes, she had made 
love, and had made numerous boys just like him happy in the process. 
She desperately wished she could tell him that she wanted him to fill 
her aching, empty vagina with his virile young penis so that they could 
both enjoy each other as the couple in the film had. But she knew that 
she didn't dare, and that she had to end this acutely arousing 
conversation before her urges became totally untamable!

"L-look, Wayne," she said, breathing harshly, "I think you'd better go. 
I ... I want to get out of this old work dress and into something more 
comfortable."

"Gosh, Miss Frazer, shouldn't I have asked you that? About making love? 
I'm sorry if I said something wrong." The boy's worried voice was on 
the verge of breaking into tearful anguish. "You want me to go? I hope 
I didn't make you mad." He peered nervously over the neck of the soda-
pop bottle as he took another swallow nervously, and then moved as if 
to get up off the couch.

Joan watched him shift uncertainly on the edge of the couch. Though he 
acted as if he could be willing to leave at her command, the helplessly 
excited teacher could feel his eyes were still glued upon her, staring 
ravenously at her generously curved body. She could sense that the last 
remaining fragments of her will-power were rapidly dwindling from her 
mind, and then she heard a soft, sultry feminine voice she barely 
recognized as her own begin to speak.

"No, you didn't make me mad, Wayne. You're more than welcome to stay 
and finish your soda if you like. I'll only be a minute in the 
bedroom."

The boy stared happily at her for a moment, as though unable to believe 
his good fortune, and then quickly scooted against the back of the 
couch. Joan was visibly trembling now from the force of the delicious 
erotic sensations that were uncontrollably rippling through her nerves, 
and no longer did she even care whether or not the boy could see the 
agitation caused by his presence. The only thing of which she was sure 
now was the sexual current that was jumping like electrical lightning 
between their two bodies, and her mind was momentarily filled with 
visions of shameless plans to seduce the young fifteen year-old who sat 
staring openly at her. Her gaze fell to his faded blue jeans, and the 
sight of his crotch filled her with still greater passion that both 
thrilled and terrified her. Bulging out against the soft, washed-out 
fabric, the older woman could see a stiff, slender form pressing up and 
outward, and then she ran her eyes over the rest of his slim, virile 
form, coming to rest again on his face in which confusion and youthful 
lust so clearly showed. She tipped the brandy glass to her lips and 
drained its contents for a fourth time, and then walked hurriedly out 
of the room.

The bedroom door firmly closed behind her, she quickly, almost 
frantically, began to undress. She couldn't have stayed in the same 
room with Wayne another second, she thought miserably as she hung her 
spring dress on a hanger in the closet. Another moment and she'd have 
attacked him where he sat, and coming in here on the pretext of 
changing clothes had been the only answer. But what on earth had 
possessed her to say the boy could stay? He'd all but offered to leave, 
and then she had insisted that he wait for her to return. What was the 
matter with her this afternoon? Oh God, she knew ... she knew all too 
well what was the matter with her as she stood on the circular throw 
rug before the small bureau. She looked down at her brassiere-encased 
breasts and then down the smooth curve of her exposed belly to the 
thinly-clothed triangle of her pubic mound, and she could feel the 
inflamed center of her loins throbbing violently in answer to her own 
tormenting question. She could feel her vaginal lips tingling madly 
against the soft silkiness of her gossamer panties, and her nipples 
growing pebble-hard, pressing hotly out against the suddenly abrasive 
clinging material as her full curving breasts heaved high and swelled 
with the sweet agony of her ever-mounting desires, and she knew. Oh 
God, how she knew!

She began opening the drawers of her bureau in a hasty search for 
something to wear, her mind still filled with the thoughts of her 
sexual perversion so long hidden and repressed deep within her, and how 
the eager young boy out in the living room had awakened her into an 
overwhelming, enveloping passion. She thought about all this, standing 
there almost naked and looking down haplessly into the drawers, and 
then suddenly raised her head and stared at the closed door. She 
straightened, still undecided as to what she should wear, and turned 
all the way toward the door, a soft whimpering sound coming from her 
throat.

He was out there waiting ... That beautiful boy, waiting and wanting, 
just as she was wanting him. He, in his innocence, didn't know what it 
was that his handsome young body so desperately craved, only that he 
was filled with the ungovernable desire to look at her, see her 
breasts, her legs, her buttocks ... To see her naked, and most of all, 
to see her pussy!

Dear God, she was giving into her body's demands inch by inch! Inches! 
How many did little Wayne have! Four to five, she imagined, just like 
the other boys she'd lustily enjoyed in the past. She could visualize 
it now, standing rigidly erect, almost touching his hairless little 
belly! Oh God--she didn't dare go out there like this, for she knew 
that in her present state of arousal there would be no halting her; and 
she would shamelessly seduce him. She could be wearing a fur coat over 
a straight-jacket, and somehow she'd manage to beckon to him, and then 
he'd eagerly respond, and then ... God, and then ...!

A tremendous surge of lascivious excitement charged through the older 
woman; and Joan trembled from head to toe; her firmly ripe breasts and 
taut buttocks rippling in suppressed excitement as she reached for the 
one outfit that would be the best thing to wear for young Wayne. 
Frantically she began to dress, her whole naked body trembling from the 
realization she was surrendering herself to her salacious desires. If 
it were going to happen, it should happen now, before little Wayne was 
missed at the Conroy home and he'd have too much explaining to do later 
on. Yes, it would be now. And then a tear slowly formed in one of her 
eyes and trickled down her passion-flushed cheek. She was lost. Lost! 
Every nerve in her sensuous flesh was reacting in a tumult of lecherous 
yearning, and her reasonings and promises had proven to be only flimsy 
barriers before the monstrous lusts which had swept them aside and 
overwhelmed her will-power. Every moral and inhibition in her had 
melted away in the heat of her renewed passions, every last shred of 
conscience was gone now as it had been in Dayton and countless cities 
before that. Her brain whirled and she moaned in shameful defeat, but 
the needing, hungry pressure of wanting that young boy out there was 
simply too overpowering to restrain. Her craving had reached the very 
core of her being, and there was no use fighting it any longer. Oh God, 
there just wasn't the slightest damned thing she could do to stop 
herself, was there?



Chapter 3


Young Wayne Conroy was sitting exactly where his older teacher had left 
him, still clutching his half-empty bottle of soda, when Joan made her 
appearance. She opened the door of the bedroom and stepped out in front 
of the boy, smiling provocatively at him.

"Miss Frazer! Holy cow!"

Despite Wayne's obvious wide-eyed wonderment, Joan was certain she 
detected a brassy glint of sexual interest in the youth's eyes, and she 
padded barefoot toward him, wishing now that she had had the nerve to 
come out of the bedroom totally naked. As it was, she was nearly that 
nude, wearing only a strapless halter and a pair of fire-engine red 
short-shorts so tight as to show her pubic mound and its teasing little 
cuntal slit that nestled up between her white thighs. Her long, 
statuesque legs were bare and curvaceous, and her belly was just as 
exposed between the band of her shorts and her strained halter. Her 
firmly rounded breasts quivered, barely concealed by the thin halter, 
and Wayne could almost make out her ruby-tipped nipples.

"I'm planning to get a little sun after you leave," she said in a 
throaty, sultry voice. "What's the matter? You look like I'm going to 
eat you, Wayne." She didn't add the word she was thinking: Yet.

Joan slid her palms down over her bare-skinned stomach and hooked her 
thumbs in the low-slung tight waistband of her red shorts, making 
certain that Wayne was watching every movement she made. Then she gazed 
up at him through the furry fringe of her thick eye lashes, and 
sensuously rotated her slim, sinewy hips as she shifted her weight from 
one hip to the other and back again. A shiver of excitement ran up her 
spine as she saw the auburn-haired youth's eyes glisten lustfully while 
he stared at her provocative motions. Deliberately she let her gaze 
fall once again to the crotch of his trousers, and she couldn't help 
smiling as she saw Wayne squirm in embarrassment under her blatant 
scrutiny of the long, hard bulge that was straining the material of his 
jeans. Joan knew that he was in an agony of confusion and frustration 
as she brazenly flaunted her all-but-naked body in front of him, but 
her mind had been made up when she'd first reached for the thin, tiny 
outfit she was now wearing. She couldn't have restrained herself any 
longer from going after this handsome virile child if she'd wanted to, 
and as she'd slipped on the halter and shorts in the privacy of her 
bedroom a few moments before, she had realized that no more did she 
have the slightest desire to stop herself. As they say of rape: "If you 
can't fight it, join it!" and so now Joan knew she truly wanted this 
boy's slim, innocent hardness, and would do what was necessary to 
obtain it for herself!

"I asked, Wayne, if there was something the matter," she purred 
huskily. "Don't you like what I'm wearing?"

The red-faced boy wordlessly shook his head, the torment he was 
experiencing apparent in his expression. He felt absolutely dry in his 
throat, and he couldn't keep his eyes off the undulating rhythm of his 
teacher's rounded buttocks through the tight red shorts. Man, she was 
one hell of a stacked woman, he thought; better looking than Sharla or 
Lucy or any of the other girls at school. He had hoped that one day he 
could see her like this--crap, he'd jacked off thinking about her naked 
and hot for him beating his meat until his prick had been ready to fall 
off! But he'd never really figured it would come true! But a fat lot of 
good it would do. She was twice as old as he was, and she wouldn't want 
to be messing around with no kid! But still ...

Wayne felt his painfully throbbing cock jerk again as if it were alive, 
and he wriggled on the couch, trying to move so that the older woman 
couldn't see how bad he wanted her. The boy tried to will his erection 
away, but it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and straining for 
release from its cloth prison. Crap, he wanted to die with shame!

Guiltily, his eyes went to his teacher's face, and oh Jesus, no! Miss 
Frazer was staring right at the bulge in his pants! He thought she had 
a couple of times before, but he hadn't been sure ... but this time 
there was no mistake, and she was smiling about it, too!

"Why Wayne," his teacher said in mock reproof, "Whatever are you 
thinking about to have that happen to you?"

"G-Golly, Miss Frazer, I ... I ..." he stuttered, "I'm sorry!"

Joan laughed deep in her throat. "I know what it is, too," she 
whispered. "Your penis is very, very hard, isn't it?"

"I ... I better be going on home now, Miss Frazer. I didn't mean to get 
like this, honest!"

"No! Don't!" she demanded in a sensuous voice. "Don't be ashamed of 
your erection, my precious darling. We studied about that in sex 
education class, remember? I know all about such things in a man, 
Wayne. And you're a man ... you're my young man, aren't you?"

"Ohhh," the boy groaned in confusion. "Oh, Miss Frazer!"

"And you want to know something else, Wayne? You think that just 
because we girls don't have penises like men, that we don't get as 
excited? Well, we show it differently, and maybe not so obviously as 
your stiff cock, but--"

"Miss Frazer!" Wayne gasped, shocked at the lewd words.

"Cock, lover-boy. You have a nice hard cock, and it's because you want 
to fuck me, isn't it? That's why you're breathing so hard and your face 
is all red and you're squirming in your seat. You want to fuck me with 
your sweet young cock!"

"Oh crap!" Wayne Conroy blurted, gasping for air like a stranded fish. 
His prick was palpitating wildly, and it felt as if he were about to 
cum in his pants, as his immature brain reeled with the heady 
combination of her words and ripely mature body. Had he heard Miss 
Frazer correctly? Had his prim and modest teacher been telling him that 
he was wanting to fuck her with his cock? And Christ, he was thinking 
the same dirty words, too! Man, his balls were aching like hell just 
listening to her! Didn't Miss Frazer know what her dirty words were 
doing to him? He took another swallow of soda-pop and found that he 
could hardly hold the bottle in his trembling hands.

"Don't hide the truth from me, lover-boy," she breathed huskily. "I 
know you want to get into your teacher's soft warm pussy with your 
cock." The thrill of hearing herself say the forbidden obscenities 
coursed through Joan's body. She shivered from her enslavement to the 
surges of hot longing which made her ache to have this young boy deep 
up inside her cunt. There were no thoughts in her mind except the one 
blazing desire for the moment when he would plunge his fleshy, virile 
hardness into her belly and fill her gaping needs ...

Wayne sat staring at her, unable to answer her. He tried not to look at 
her big beautiful breasts that were protruding like two melons from 
that tiny bra-like thing she was wearing. What the hell, he'd seen lots 
of chicks in bikinis that showed off much more, and even a few who'd 
taken everything off, but somehow this was different! They'd been only 
girls ... but Miss Frazer was all woman! A real, live, honest-to-God 
woman who could get any guy in Montock to screw her if she'd wanted! 
And she was asking him if he wanted to fuck her! Man ... oh man, did he 
have the brass balls to take her up on it?

The young teenager trembled with fear and indecision. He had to admit 
that the reason he'd been buttering her up in her dumb sex class and 
had asked for a ride and wanted a glass of water was so that maybe he 
could get a glimpse of her like this. But it had been a dream! He'd 
never really figured it would really happen to him! This was one hell 
of a lot more than he'd ever wished for--and far more than he'd 
bargained for! It was too much for his inexperience to handle! He was 
scared! He hated to admit it ... but crap, he was actually scared!

"Wayne ..." The older woman's voice whispered huskily from above him. 
"Wayne, my lover-boy, watch me. Watch what I do ..."

He stared up at her from the couch, and his mouth hinged open, his eyes 
bulging from his face. Oh Jesus! Miss Frazer was taking all her clothes 
off now! He couldn't believe it!

Joan sensuously unhooked the halter and dipped forward slightly to 
release her firmly fleshed breasts from their restraining cups. Then 
she stood straight again and her high, perfectly rounded tits jutted 
out like twin ruby-crested mountain peaks waiting to be climbed, 
begging to be conquered. She smiled at the boy with her mouth wetly 
parted and her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her red little tongue 
barely showing against her moist lower lip.

"And now for my shorts, darling boy. And now I'll take my shorts off so 
you can see how hot and juicy a woman's pussy gets when she's excited 
..." She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the red pants and 
began to roll the stretchy, swimsuit-like material down over her thighs 
and buttocks. Lower and lower the short-shorts went, until Wayne could 
see the first tufts of his teacher's black, softly curling pubic hair 
peek above the fabric ... then lower, until at last they came free and 
dropped to puddle at her feet. Unashamedly, Joan stepped out of the 
shorts and stood completely naked before the pop-eyed youth, the moist, 
petal-like pink lips of her fiercely throbbing vagina presented to his 
view in utter sacrifice, the dark fleece of her cuntal hair glistening 
lewdly in the pale yellow light of her living room lamp. Her long 
satiny-smooth legs were moist at the inner thighs with the flowing 
secretions of her passion-flowered vaginal mouth.

"Well?" she cooed seductively. "Do you see what I mean? Would you like 
to feel just how wet a sexually excited woman can get? Would you? 
Ummmm?"

"Miss Frazer ..." His teacher's name choked past the boy's throat, but 
that was all, and he was unable to say another word. He could only 
stare at the nakedly lush older woman posed so lewdly and wantonly--and 
his youthful cock began jerking like a tethered animal in his pants.

Slowly Joan lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up along the 
silky flesh of her sides to the outer swells of her softly warm 
breasts. She kept her sultry eyes locked on the boy as she cupped her 
ripely swelling mounds and kneaded them gently, pushing the globes out 
toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden, but wickedly 
delicious, gifts of flesh. Then her hands slowly began to stroke her 
belly, moving down ever so tantalizingly until the tips of her nails 
were barely touching the moist curls of her matted pubic hair. She held 
that position for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, 
sculptured sides and her fingers splayed across her abdomen, knowing 
with lusting satisfaction exactly what she was doing to her handsome 
young pupil.

Young Wayne Conroy was all but rooted to the couch now, totally 
transfixed by the absolute brazen sexuality of his teacher as she stood 
completely naked a couple of feet away from him. "God almighty," he 
finally managed to gasp in a high-pitched squeak, his unbelieving eyes 
sweeping over her blatant nudity in rapidly growing, youthful lust. "I-
I never saw any-anybody like you before, Miss Frazer ..."

"Does my naked body shock you?" Slowly Joan's hands began to move 
again, her fingertips dipping lower through her soft, downy pubic curls 
and toward the wetly glistening, swollen pink crevice up between her 
thighs. "Haven't you ever seen a girl or a woman without her clothes on 
before?"

"Well, yeah. I mean no. I mean ..." He gulped.

Joan laughed softly, basking in the boy's complete confusion. She knew 
that for all his supposed "experience"--which could range from a couple 
of feeble jerkings inside some terrified girl to peeking through the 
bathroom keyhole as his mother took a shower--he was no match for her 
now that she had wholeheartedly abandoned her vows and was intently 
after his slim, virile body. She placed the thumb and forefinger of her 
left hand on either side of the soft, moistly pink lips of her vagina 
and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling red bud of her 
erect clitoris to the boy's lust-raging gaze. With her right forefinger 
then, she traced downwards until the tip came in contact with the 
miniature phallus, and she began to stroke it back and forth. More 
rivulets of her sexual lubrications trailed down her inner thighs in 
glistening droplets and, while she continued to stroke her clitoris, 
she began rubbing her other finger in sensual cadence along the warmly 
wet cuntal cleft.

"We were talking about masturbation a little while ago, weren't we, my 
darling boy?" Joan obscenely began to say to the youth. "I bet at night 
when you're all alone in your bed, you rub that strong, handsome cock I 
know you've got until it's stiff as a poker. And then you take your 
hand and stroke up and down over your hot hard shaft while you dream 
about shoving it into some girl's pussy ... shoving it in until you can 
feel your balls bursting apart!

"G-Golly, Miss Frazer, I ... I do! Ohh, maybe I shouldn't, but I do!" 
the wildly aroused young boy blurted uncontrollably. "I jack off and 
think about you, Miss Frazer! I can't help it!"

"And I do the same thing, Wayne. I lie in bed and finger my pussy just 
like you're seeing me do now. This is how girls masturbate when they're 
alone, my precious lover, and when I do it, I think about having a 
wonderful young boy just like you inside me! Isn't that silly of us, 
Wayne? We both play with ourselves and wish we were together ... 
fucking each other ..." Joan trembled and her eyes clenched shut, hot 
breath hissing through her tightly pressed lips. "Ohhhh, darling! 
Darling! How can you sit there and not want me? What more do I have to 
do? Please ... oh, please tell me you want to fuck me ...!"

Her last lust-filled appeal, couched in the kind of girlish innocence 
which drove the boy helplessly wild, galvanized Wayne into action. As 
if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself uncoil 
his legs and stand up from the couch, then move forward trance-like to 
his nakedly writhing teacher. He stared at her finger as it ceased its 
rhythmic masturbation, then he looked up into her lovely, passion-
contorted face, still afraid that she would reject him as not being man 
enough for her.

"Jeez, Miss Frazer, I do! But ... well, you're a woman, and I ... I'm 
only a kid. M-maybe I couldn't--"

"Oh, but you can!" Joan purred. She took the closing step to him, 
instinctively knowing she was signing her own death warrant; her bare 
feet were silent on the thin carpet, as she leaned closer to the 
petrified young boy. Her breath was a white-hot firebrand on his 
hairless cheeks, and she touched the cloth of his pants leg lightly, 
her fingertips seething with desire and almost searing the material 
with their heat. "My cunt is on fire right this second! And the only 
thing that'll put out that fire is a long, hard cock! You have a long, 
hard cock, my darling, I can tell you do!"

And with a swift, experienced movement, the depravity-ridden teacher 
reached further up along his leg and touched the wildly throbbing bulge 
between the youth's quivering thighs!

Wayne nearly leapt off the floor in a convulsive reaction to the 
electrical shock of her touch on his sensitive young penis, encased 
though it was. She lightly stroked the protruding hardness, 
tantalizingly sliding her fingers along his uncomfortably swollen penis 
until Wayne thought he could scream from the overwhelming sensations. 
"Tell me, darling," she hissed wetly in his ear. "Tell me you want to 
fuck me!"

"Ohhh crap, yes! Yes, I want to fuck you, Miss Frazer! Yes! Yes!" The 
boy couldn't help himself, the words tearing from his throat in a 
strangled cry that he scarcely recognized as his own. Then he reached 
upwards and his mouth ground against her soft, pliant lips, his own 
lips parting as she flailed her tongue deep into his mouth. She swirled 
her tongue around and around, her hand beginning to move faster and 
faster over the length of his turgid prick. As if it had a will of its 
own, Wayne's left hand came up and found one of her firm, naked 
breasts, and he squeezed and kneaded the warmly pulsing flesh and chip-
hard little nipple. The boy could feel the wetness from the seminal 
fluid which was seeping from the hardened tip of his prick as she 
continued to massage him with a practiced rubbing until he was afraid 
his balls would surely explode and fill his pants with his hot white 
cum.

"How do you want to fuck me, darling boy?" Joan mewled as their mouths 
parted for air. "Tell me how!"

"Deep!" Wayne Conroy screamed back. "Deep and hard as I can!"

"Oh God, my delicious young lover," the older woman moaned deliriously. 
"Let's go into the bedroom before I die!"

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful puppy-dog after its 
master, his young body and immature mind afire with his eager, virile 
passion. Joan led him to where she had changed her clothes, and then 
she crawled up on the soft double-bed and lay back with her head on the 
pillow, her slender legs parting wide as she was able to splay them. 
"Get naked, my little lover," she hoarsely urged him in a whisper. "I 
want to see that delightful young prick of yours. I want to see it 
strong and hard for me. Show me your sweet cock, lover-boy. Let me see 
it now!" She ground her thighs together and moaned in hunger. "Hurry 
... please."

A self-consciousness stole over the teenager as he unbuttoned his shirt 
and unbuckled his pants, then removed his scuffed loafers. He stood for 
a moment longer wearing nothing but his white cotton underpants, and 
then he took a deep breath and slid them down over his lean, muscular 
hips and firm, boyish buttocks. I

Uncontrolled sensations surged through Joan's tautly rippling belly and 
loins as her greedy, cat-like eyes stared hungrily at the throbbing 
young penis which stood out in hard erection from the boy's inner 
thighs. It was sizable for a fifteen year-old, but not too much ... 
perhaps five and a half inches in length and nicely rounded, its blunt 
cockhead a rich glistening crimson from the blood-swelling excitement 
she knew Wayne was feeling at that moment. His testicles were tight and 
had the texture of soft velvet, and there were only a few wisps of 
pubic hair at the base to show where in a few years he would grow thick 
and bushy. "Ohhh, I love your prick, lover-boy," she moaned again 
delightedly. "I know it's going to feel like heaven when you're fucking 
me deep up inside my cunt! Oh God, hurry! Hurry!"

With a small, tormented cry of desire, young Wayne crawled onto the bed 
between his naked teacher's legs and kneeled over her, his arms stiff 
and supporting on either side of her shoulders. He smiled 
apprehensively down into her face but Joan only smiled upwards, 
appraising every inch of his flat, boyish torso and his proudly 
stiffened penis which stood out from his sparse, hair-sprinkled loins.

"Oh God, you're beautiful," she groaned in encouragement to him. "Kiss 
me, lover boy, ohhhhh kiss me before you fuck me!"

The boy could hardly believe what he was about to do to this hotly 
writhing woman beneath him. Yet, man, he was going to! Crap yes, he 
was! She wanted him to, so what the hell, he was going to! He was going 
to fuck Miss Frazer!

He showered hot kisses moistly over her face and throat and down into 
the valley of her quivering full breasts. Man, she had the most 
luscious tits in the whole wide world, and the increasing throb in his 
impatiently pulsating cock was letting him know that there was no way 
she could get out of being screwed now! He moved his hands over the 
smooth globes of her naked white flesh, and she breathed hot and sweet 
into his ear, her tongue flicking out to dance inside and race along 
the soft skin of his sensitive lobe. Her hand searched down between 
their naked bodies and located the rock-hard flesh of his young cock, 
and Wayne gasped aloud as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed 
around his throbbing erection. Then once again he dipped down and 
closed his eager lips over her mouth, and their tongues fused and 
swirled around one another's as if trying to blend into one long wet 
length.

Joan was unable to resist the temptation to crush his nakedly budding 
body down upon her own mature flesh, and she encircled her arms around 
his back and enveloped the boy, not caring about anything but the firm, 
youthful lover pressed tightly to her. She crushed the full length of 
his muscular body against her own, and ground her moistly throbbing 
pelvis hard up into him while opening her thighs as wide as they could, 
her hungry pussy flaring with a warm, wet welcome. Her hands ran wildly 
up and down along his muscular skin, tracing the forming muscles of his 
shoulders and sides down to the lean, tautly clenched moons of his 
boyish buttocks. She could feel his rigid, hotly throbbing penis 
beating against the warm creamy flesh of her smooth inner thighs, and 
she arched her back and reached under her straining buttocks with both 
her hands to pull her cuntal lips farther apart. Then she relaxed and 
her teenage lover's slim young penis lay cradled more fully within the 
moistly pink confines of her narrow, hair-lined vagina.

"You feel soooooo good, lover-boy," she sighed delightedly. "All of you 
feels good to me, but your cock feels the best of all."

The boy pressed forward tentatively, and Joan's eyes closed in sublime 
ecstasy as she felt the first tender contact against the sensitive 
fleshy edges of her pussy. His handsome features contorted above her 
lust-glazed eyes as she felt the youthful hardness of his pushing loins 
dig anxiously into her softly yielding vaginal slit, insinuating itself 
up and down in a teasing effort to find the swollen entrance to her 
inner cunt. Unable to bear his maddening probe another moment longer, 
the older woman reached between their naked bodies and grasped the 
flesh of his long slender shaft to guide it to the exact position 
between her eagerly quivering pussy lips.

"There, darling lover, there's my hole for you. Shove your prick in 
now, ohhhh do it to me now!" she pleaded up at him breathlessly.

She felt the boy's pressure against the tight elastic opening of her 
moistly waiting vagina, and she gasped in delight when his hard, blood-
filled cock-head slipped into her hot, aching pussy. It moved slowly at 
first, stretching the long unused walls of her vaginal channel, and she 
winced a bit from pain while his virile rod of hardness seemed to keep 
on sliding inside her belly forever. His long youthful penis was 
filling her more beautifully and completely than any adult man's 
thicker and more brutal cock, and she lay in rapture beneath the 
auburn-haired boy as he began to quench the gnawing hunger that had 
been torturing her for so long.

Above his naked teacher, Wayne was lost in the delight of his first 
sexual experience with a mature and experienced woman, and his youthful 
face took on a contorted expression of raw animal lust as he gazed down 
at her wantonly spread-eagled beneath him. The tip of his rampant young 
cock was burying itself in the moistly rippling walls of her soft, warm 
pussy, and the boy had a feeling of limitless power, unlike anything he 
had ever experienced before. With a hoarse cry of excitement, he 
pressed downward into Miss Frazer's willing belly, his weight smashing 
her full rounded breasts tightly down upon her chest. He thrust his 
leanly muscled hips forward and slid his long, lust-hardened penis deep 
up into her cunt, pushing the moistly parting folds of her vaginal 
walls in velvety waves before his attack. Joan could only moan in 
delight as she felt his round young testicles bounce against the cheeks 
of her upturned buttocks and the blunt head of his cock prod 
deliciously against the sensitive tip of her cervix.

"Ohhhh yes! Oh yes, lover-boy!" she cried out in utter delight. She 
kicked out her legs high into the air and locked them tightly around 
the boy's tensely driving body. She gasped for breath at the erotically 
searing sensations of Wayne's hard young shaft plunging fully into her 
hot hungry pussy, and she began to grind her buttocks up and down in 
the most provocative manner she knew how. She wanted desperately for 
him to shoot his boiling fresh sperm far up inside her thirsty cunt, 
and fill her as she had not been filled in nearly two whole years. This 
afternoon, she and this wonderful boy would explore together all the 
sexual delights that she had been trying so hard to suppress! 
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried again, "Remember the film today and fuck me just 
like that! Ahhhh!"

Wayne needed no second urging. A flash of recollection crossed his 
mind, and he could see in his mind the young bridegroom bucking wildly 
into the virginal pussy of his newly-wedded wife. In an effort to 
duplicate the action, the boy ground his loins down into the squirming, 
pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into his naked teacher with long and 
hard strokings of his cock. She strained back under him, arching her 
firmly fleshed buttocks up at him and lifting them both a couple of 
inches off the squeaking bed. She twisted and turned under his 
pounding, driving body, opening and closing her legs around his thighs 
as she worked up and down in abandoned tempo. Her mouth gaped open wide 
and her head flailed wildly from side to side driven almost insane by 
the sensations she was feeling in every pore of her body.

"Ohhhhh, lover-boy! Gooood! Ohhhh, so fucking good! I knew you could do 
it, darling! Ohhhhh yes! That's the way! You're such a good fucker, 
lover-boy!"

She rotated her hips around the hardened pole of his impaling young 
cock, her wetly clasping vagina dilating in time to his rhythmic 
fucking up and down inside her. It felt to her as though he had his 
heart embedded inside his pulsing cock-head, and that his youthful 
flesh was blending into one with the flesh of her inner passage. She 
was becoming one with his cock! She and her darling boy lover had 
crawled inside her and had become one fleshy mass of electric sensation 
with her, the two of them merging magically together by their unleashed 
lewd passions. He was a part of her now; a thrusting, grunting, joy-
giving part of her!

The teenage boy could barely contain his joy as he felt her soft warm 
buttocks screwing up against the length of his wildly throbbing 
hardness. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling 
hungrily at his inflated cock-head, and the pulsing wet lips between 
her hair-fringed slit were gripping tightly at his pumping shaft. He 
buffeted harshly down against her black curly pubic hair, embedding the 
full length of his slim young penis deep into her warm white belly with 
every eager stroke.

Then he pulled his cock experimentally away and looked with eager 
curiosity down between their naked bodies, resting still above his 
teacher with his hands on either side of her shoulders. He watched in 
wide-eyed wonderment as her quivering loins slid up and down at will on 
his rigid penis that fused the two of them together. He could see the 
slow withdrawal between them, the layered ridges of her moistly pink 
flesh pulling out with his penis as she screwed her buttocks down into 
the mattress. And then the soft folds would push back inside her and 
the wetly glistening length of his cock was swallowed whole back into 
her hungry vaginal mouth. He let her strain against him for another 
moment, watching the utter abandon of her labors. And then he could 
contain his own adolescent lust no longer. He renewed his long hard 
strokes into the older woman's warmly sucking passage. He heard her 
groans of salacious joy as the full throbbing length of his virile 
penis rammed over and over into her eager flesh, and her sighs of 
delight with each jack-hammer thrust his powerful young loins gave 
against her trembling inner thighs. Man, this was better than it had 
ever been with Sharla or even Lucy Hamilton! They were pigs who didn't 
even wiggle their ass when he'd stuff his prick inside them. But this 
was it! This was what it was all about! Crap, this was fucking! Real 
fucking!

Joan Frazer's womb flared and the elastic lips of her hair-lined furrow 
flowered open to receive all of the delicious length the youthful boy 
could give her. Her hands snaked around to his back and pulled him 
closer and deeper, her nails clawing a red-streaked path down to his 
flexing buttocks. She thrust her fleece-covered loins up hard to skewer 
more of herself delightedly upon the driving hot flesh of his virile 
young penis and matched his rhythm with bucking lunges of her own.

The rusty bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly 
entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of 
deep straining groans and mewls filled the stifling air of the small 
apartment, mingling with the noise of sweat-gleaming flesh and the wet 
viscous sound of the boy's pile-driving hardness hammering in and out 
of the teacher's cock-hungry cunt.

"Oh God, lover-boy, yes! Yes! I ... I'm going to cum, darling! I'm 
going to cummmm!"

"I ... I'm going to cum too, Miss Frazer! I'm going to cum tooooo!"

"Ohhhhh, let's cum together, my precious little man! Let's cum-" And 
then her words were stopped with a sudden, deep-throated cry: 
"Agggggggggg!"

Joan's body began to vibrate uncontrollably, and in the same instant 
she could feel her insides splitting painfully apart as the head of the 
boy's deeply sunk cock flared into a throbbing volcano. She could feel 
the hot white liquid of his fresh young sperm shoot out inside her like 
streams of molten lava. The wildly milking flesh of her cunt clasped 
tightly around it, erupting in answer and secreting its own orgasmic 
juices to mingle hotly with the boyish seed that was already drowning 
the cavern of her love-starved quivering passage.

It was sending her out of her mind! "Oh fill me, lover boy! Fill me 
up!" she cried incoherently. God, she never wanted to stop! Not ever!

She reached frantically around under her lewdly squirming hips with 
both her hands and began to desperately milk at the youthful testicles 
pressed into the crevice of her buttocks. Her legs kicked out and 
quivered uselessly in the air on either side of the bed. The slim, 
young penis continued to jerk its completion, and white wet cum flowed 
from her throbbing cuntal hole and down over the boy's impaling cock 
with sticky warmth. The trickles of their climactic fluids washed down 
between the crevice of her globular buttocks and over his small, firm 
testicles that were pulsing against her tightly puckering anus, and 
soaked into the soft coverlet of the bed below. The hot walls of her 
spasming pussy sucked at his pulsating penis hungrily, until the boyish 
hardness at last gave one final spurt and the last drop of semen was 
sucked from his empty balls.

The teenager collapsed across his teacher's naked body then, feeling 
her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating cock. They 
both lay still, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seemingly 
forever, though it actually was only a few minutes. And then the boy 
rolled off her sweat-soaked flesh, noticing her breasts still heaved 
from the effort of their orgasms. He wanted to say something to make it 
nice but there was nothing he could think of. They presented a vivid 
picture of youth and age and were really worlds apart, the only 
equalizer between them now was laying limp and small between his 
thighs.

Joan stared up at the ceiling through dulled, waxen eyes, feeling her 
flesh beaten, bruised, and thoroughly satiated. Well, she'd been 
fucked, and fucked damned good. Her pubic area was throbbing with a 
dull, continuous ache and her flesh was trembling from the sensations 
which had risen to overwhelm her. Yet even though a sated euphoria 
glowed within her, the tremendous passions of only moments before began 
to slowly fade away, and her mind gradually returned to sanity. A wave 
of guilt poured through her, along with temporarily forgotten pangs of 
remorse and self-loathing. With deep humiliation she had to admit just 
who she was and whose virile young penis had so recently been inside 
the still gently throbbing lips of her vagina. She began to feel a deep 
despair, a mental anguish born of a new resolve that what she'd allowed 
to happen must never, never take place again, and a wretched fear that 
perhaps it was already too late, and her momentary weakness will prove 
to have been the beginning of her ruination in Montock ...

"Gee, I sure like fucking you, Miss Frazer," the Conroy boy finally 
said in a cheerful, exuberant voice. "Best fuck I ever had!"

"What?" Joan said coldly. God! To him, she'd been nothing but a good 
fuck, while he could very well ruin the rest of her life!

"I ... I just meant to say thank you," he stammered, stung by his 
teacher's inexplicable change in tone of voice. "I ... I hope we can do 
it again."

Joan placed the arm of one hand over her forehead, moving her head to 
the obscene sight of her youthful lover's naked body and eager eyes. "I 
think you'd better go now, Wayne," she told him in a flat, even voice. 
"Hurry up and get dressed and leave here at once."

"Well, sure, Miss Frazer," the boy responded, hurriedly clutching his 
scattered clothing. "But gosh, I don't understand. I thought you liked 
me a lot! I thought that's why you let me fuck you."

"It should never have happened, Wayne," she said forcefully. "I thought 
... well, I don't know what I thought, but it was a mistake." She was 
afraid that if she should try to explain further, her own body would 
begin to betray her again. "Please, just leave me alone, will you?"

"D-Didn't you I-like it, Miss Frazer?" he asked fearfully. His 
vulnerable adolescent ego, already on the defensive because of their 
differences in age, wilted at the humiliation of knowing he'd done his 
damnedest and it hadn't been enough. "Didn't I make you happy?"

Joan saw the anguish in the handsome youth's expression and she 
immediately felt sorry for him. It certainly had not been his fault 
that had landed her naked in this predicament; she had raped him and it 
genuinely had been just that: rape! But to tell him that he was the 
beautiful lover he'd actually proven to be for her would only encourage 
him to try again! She had a sinking feeling inside that if he should 
try, she would probably have no more chance of stopping him than she 
had had resisting her own lurid impulses!

Averting her gaze from the anxious look in his eyes, she slowly sighed, 
hating herself more than ever. "It's ... not that, Wayne. You were 
fine, but I'm so much older and more experienced, and--"

But the boy never stayed to hear the end of her explanation. Choking 
back tears of humiliation, Wayne rushed from the bedroom and the naked 
teacher he'd just finished fucking. Joan looked up as she heard the 
loud slam of the front door closing, and then she lay back on the 
pillow again. It was possible that she would never have to fight off 
young Wayne again, she wishfully said to herself; maybe he had been 
permanently discouraged from attempting to make love to her again, and 
would be too ashamed to admit to any of his friends that he had been 
with her and had failed. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as 
vivid memories of his virile body and her own lustful seduction came 
rushing back to her, and she had to admit that truly he had been one of 
the best lovers she'd ever had. He had come at her like a conquering 
warrior once she'd got him started, and had devoured the spoils of his 
victory like the young savage he was at heart.

Perhaps, the miserable woman teacher prayed, this would prove to be an 
isolated instance and not lead to further problems. Time was a great 
healer of wounds, and possibly in time Wayne would forget about what 
had happened ... and she would learn to resist her own lewd desires. 
She hoped with all her heart that eventually there would be nothing but 
a minor scar on each of their souls to remind them that this had ever 
happened between them. Perhaps ... But there was nothing she could do 
about it now, except wait, hope, and pray ...



Chapter 4


Young Wayne Conroy was the only child of Montock's richest family. He'd 
been coddled since birth by an over-protective mother, and had grown up 
with the constant awareness of his father's position in the town and 
the large farm-land holdings they owned throughout the county. In many 
ways he had become an insufferable brat, able to get away with nearly 
any rotten trick he tried, knowing that his parents would always be 
able to pull him out of any fire he started.

It was not surprising, therefore, that Wayne Conroy did not forget 
about his experience with his sex education teacher. Instead he brooded 
about it that night, and all of Thursday and Friday until his mother 
was afraid he was sick and tried to dose him with cod liver oil. He 
brooded because his over-weaned pride had been severely wounded for the 
first time in his budding life, unable as he was to understand Miss 
Frazer's rejection of him after he'd fucked her until she had screamed 
she was cumming. That she had turned him away because of an emotional 
revulsion for herself never occurred to the boy, and if it had it 
wouldn't have meant anything to him. Wayne cared little for the older 
woman as a person; he didn't give much of a damn about anything except 
his own fun and games.

His inflated ego had always demanded that he be the one who told a 
chick "where to get off," and this time he'd been sent packing instead. 
Hurt and bitter, he brooded ... and with his dark and vengeful thoughts 
came the need to rebuild his fallen pride. The decency which Joan had 
hoped was in the youth did not exist, but he'd not been able to think 
of a proper way to lash back at her--not until that following Saturday 
morning. It was then that he was with his young buddies, Mickey Hagen 
and Knuckles Gerber, down in his basement where they were drinking some 
of his father's beer. In a burst of adolescent bravado, he had soothed 
some of the hurt he felt by bragging of his conquest, though he 
naturally left out the part about Miss Frazer's sudden coldness and his 
shameful departure ...

"Tell us again," Mickey asked, after he had become convinced that Wayne 
actually had fucked her, sucking eagerly at the can of beer tilted to 
his lips. "Tell us what Miss Frazer ... how she wanted you to screw!"

"Fuck me, lover-boy!" Wayne repeated proudly. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me 
harder!"

"God damn," Knuckles Gerber moaned, "she ever tell that to me, and I'd 
shove my prick clear to her nostrils!"

"Hell, the woman would bite that cock of yours clean off with her 
cunt," Wayne snorted derisively. "Takes a stud to satisfy pussy like 
her, let me tell you. You better stick to Sharla, with her flat ass and 
a snatch the size of a cow-flop. Ol' Miss Frazer is pure class, and 
better than Sharla and Nancy put together!"

"Yeah?" Knuckles snapped back, his own pride slighted. "I could show 
that broad more'n you did!"

"No way, man," Wayne responded. "I had her flyin' to the moon, begging 
for more when I was through. I would've given her more, too, only I had 
to get home before my ma laid an egg."

"Aw, I think you wuz only dreaming while jerking off in the bathroom," 
Mickey retorted. "Now my old man, he's got a pecker that hangs clear to 
his knee-caps. I bet he could--"

"I tell you I did!" Wayne bellowed angrily. He snapped open another 
beer and took a long, even swallow from the beer. Then he slammed the 
can down on the cement floor. "In fact," he lied, "she wants me to slip 
the meat to her again, any time I want!"

"Bullshit," Knuckles challenged, stabbing back for the insult he'd 
received. "Somebody get the shovel; it's getting thick in here."

"Yeah?" Wayne, now smarting, continued his belligerency. "Well, how 
much you want to bet me, wise-ass?"

"Hell, I'll betcha a case of this lousy green beer," Knuckles sneered 
back at the boy.

"Where the devil are you going to get a case of beer?"

"Never you mind. I'll get it when you bang Miss Frazer again, and don't 
you try to squirm out of it, either. Mickey here heard the bet, right?"

"The hell I am! I said I was, and I will," Wayne answered with more 
confidence than he felt. "You better start roundin' up that beer, 
that's all."

"How we going to know if you screw her, Wayne?" Mickey asked.

"Cause I'll tell you, that's how you'll know," Wayne Conroy answered 
hotly.

"Ain't good enough," Knuckles said, grinning. "I'll need proof, and I 
mean more than a couple of hairs off some twat, too. No super-keen 
broad like her wants to diddle around with young guys, I figure, so I 
ain't payin' off no case of beer unless I'm there watching it happen 
with my own two eyes."

"Watching?" Wayne scoffed, trying desperately to think of some way out 
of the corner into which he'd talked himself. "You want to hide behind 
her curtains or something and watch? That's the craziest--" And then 
the boy stopped talking, his mouth clamping tightly over the rim of his 
beer can. A devilish gleam came into his eyes, and a wicked little 
smirk creased his lips as his brain churned with new-found 
lasciviousness.

Mickey frowned at his companion. "What'cha thinking, Wayne?"

"I'm thinking that maybe you and Knuckles can do just that," Wayne 
snickered lewdly. "I've got me the beginnings of a plan ..."

"Shit," Mickey groaned, his own eyes suddenly growing with a lusty 
gleam. "I'd never be able to just look. I've got my own things I'd want 
to do to that sweet little snatch of hers."

Wayne Conroy laughed. "Well, maybe that can be worked out, too."

"Yeah?" Knuckles leaned forward intently. "Then let's hear it."

"Well, keep your pants on and I'll tell you," Wayne Conroy said 
importantly. He took another long swig of beer, feeling that now he was 
the unquestioned leader again, and once more in control of the 
situation. "First off, if the three of us take her on, she'll be 
screaming bloody murder."

"I thought you said she liked it," Knuckles taunted, but with less 
certainty than before not wanting to lose out in case Wayne was telling 
the truth.

"Shut-up, you turd," Wayne snarled. "She loves cock okay, only she'll 
be frightened at first. That's only natural with women, until they get 
going. Remember when we gang-banged Lucy Hamilton the first time? She 
set up a banshee wail that brought in the hogs for miles around, but 
Jesus, after our first time 'round, she was screaming for more. That's 
the way it'll be with Miss Frazer, I guarantee."

"Yeah, you might just be right," Mickey said, nodding his shaggy, 
unkept head up and down. "But we took Lucy out in the woods in back of 
her house, so nobody'd come a runnin'. How do we get Miss Frazer?"

"Yeah man, that's what I want to know," Knuckles added eagerly. 
"What'cha got in mind--knock her out cold with a wrench or something?"

Wayne Conroy cast a glare at the other boy. "If you'll shut up for a 
minute, I'll tell you," he growled.

Silence, except for the gulping of beer down young throats.

"Okay, now listen," Wayne continued. "If we took the rotor out of the 
distributor of her car, it wouldn't run, right? And if it didn't run, 
then she couldn't drive home after school, right? She'd have to walk to 
her rooming house, and the shortest way ain't by the road, but by 
cutting across old Ebenezer Treakle's farm."

"Yeah, that's how she'd go, I bet, across his back pasture."

"And she'd have to pass right by that old hay barn of his."

"Exactly," Wayne said, puffing out his chest. "All we gotta do is be 
waiting for her, and when she comes along--pow!"

"Jesus, that's a beauty," Mickey said gleefully. "Ain't nobody goes 
near that barn. She could yell all she wanted, and never be heard. When 
you think we should do it, Wayne?"

"Monday! Monday we'll fix her car and then we'll fix her wagon, but 
good!"

"Right on," Knuckles Gerber agreed heartily. "I'm all for it! Hell, 
just thinking about getting into Miss Frazer's snatch gives me a bone 
on a foot long! Monday it is!"

The three teenage boys, none of them over fifteen years of age, sat and 
looked at one another with sly, animalistic grins contorting their 
youthful faces. Lewd gleams were glittering hotly in their eyes, 
telegraphing the images in their minds of how they were going to rape 
their tight-assed, unsuspecting teacher day after tomorrow.

Greedy lust burned in Wayne Conroy's brain, and he was filled with the 
desire to be ramming his impatiently puulsating hardness into Miss 
Frazer's hot little cunt right then, right that goddamned minute. But 
other thoughts were also swirling heatedly in his head, foul and bitter 
thoughts of the revenge he was going to have upon the older woman come 
Monday afternoon. The bitch! Make him out not to be man enough for her, 
would she? Tell him she was going out of her mind for his prick, would 
she-- and then throw him out after he'd fucked her half to death? Well, 
just let her wait until he and Mickey Hagen and Knuckles Gerber got 
through screwing her! She'd wish to hell she'd never treated Wayne N. 
Conroy like he was a dirty sock full of shit!

Man, his pecker was hard as a board just thinking about it! His mouth 
felt dry in spite of the beer he'd drunk, and small beads of sweat were 
unconsciously forming on his brow. Just you wait a couple of days, 
teacher, the boy thought maliciously. Just you wait, and then you'll 
find out was a piece of ass is all about ...

*   *   *

Ozgood Blatherton was a small, rotund man, with a florid complexion and 
heavy horn-rimmed glasses. He spoke in a dignified, pompous manner that 
sounded oddly in the high-pitched tones of his voice. He wore heavy 
woolen suits with matching vests no matter what the time of year, and 
at the moment, his suit jacket was unbuttoned and he was leaning back 
in his office chair, thumbs hooked in the arm sockets of his vest. It 
was Monday afternoon and school was just over, but across from him sat 
his sex education teacher, Miss Frazer.

"More complaints from the parents," he was saying to her in his most 
professional dignity. "That committee headed by Mr. & Mrs. Conroy has 
passed a petition this time, threatening court action if we continue 
the sex education course."

"I hope ... I hope it isn't because of something I've done," Joan said 
to him. She prayed that any anxiety which might be showing on her face 
would be passed off as concern for the class, rather than betraying the 
hidden guilt which was still festering from her sordid episode with 
young Wayne. "I've tried to stay strictly within the guidelines you've 
set," she added.

"No, no, it's not you, Miss Frazer," Blatherton said, waving his hand 
in a gesture of unconcern. "Or rather, it's only the fact that you're 
the one teaching it. I'm afraid the subject is simply an emotion-
causing matter over the heads of whomever considers himself a thinker 
in Montock."

"Perhaps we should tone it down a little," Joan suggested, remembering 
the erotic quality of the last film she'd shown.

"Wouldn't dream of it, my dear, wouldn't dream of it." The principal 
smiled, causing his dentures to slip a little. With a quick maneuver of 
his thick lips, he absentmindedly restored them into place. "Sex 
education must continue as it's been going. I merely wanted to warn you 
that greater pressure may be exerted on you, ah ... personally, if you 
know what I mean."

"Personally?"

"That is ... since the class itself cannot be stopped, the people who 
are against it might attempt to prove its instructor is ah ... unfit to 
teach it."

"Mr. Blatherton! I assure you that I conduct myself above reproach in 
Montock!" Joan stared at him with all the righteous indignation she 
could muster, a sinking feeling deep in her belly as she thought of 
what Agnew Conroy would do if he found out his son had made love to 
her. God! She'd be crucified!

"Don't misunderstand me, Miss Frazer," Blatherton said hastily. "I'm 
sure you're a very moral person, and I can certainly say that I've 
never heard a single word against you. I merely want to warn that no 
matter how blameless you might be, this ... this committee might not be 
above spreading unfounded but damaging rumors."

"Mr. Blatherton," Joan said primly, "I hadn't expected the assignment 
to be easy when I accepted it. I will ignore any crude talk that may be 
directed my way ... as I'm sure you will as well."

Within her heart a small spark of hope rapidly flared and she thought, 
even if Wayne does talk, Mr. Blatherton will think it's all part of an 
attempt to discredit me!

"That's the spirit of a true educator," the principal beamed behind his 
thick glasses. "I'm very proud of how you're handling this more than 
difficult situation, and I ..." He paused frowning slightly as he 
studied her features. "Why, Miss Frazer you look white as a sheet. Have 
I upset you that much?"

"Oh ... no, no Mr. Blatherton. It's just that I ... I haven't been 
feeling very well all day."

"Oh dear," he said, almost apologetically. "The flu has been going 
around now that winter's over. Perhaps you've come down with a touch of 
that, do you think?"

"Yes ... Yes, I'm sure that's what it must be."

"Well, then we'll make this meeting short today, my dear. You get right 
home and pop into bed." Blatherton advised, looking around as if he 
were determining if any of her germs were coming his way. "Yes, that'll 
be all for today, Miss Frazer. Dismissed!"

Joan left his office and walked down the now deserted halls of Montock 
High to the exit. Her little Volkswagen was the only car left in the 
parking lot, all the other teachers and students having left the moment 
the last bell had rung; and Joan went quickly to her car, nervous to 
leave the school behind. She climbed in and turned the key in the 
ignition. Nothing happened! The car's starter cranked, but the engine 
wouldn't run! Joan didn't know the first thing about how an engine 
worked, and she was mystified that her car should suddenly stop 
operating after it had run so well to the school that morning. Puzzled, 
she got out and stared at it a moment, then sat back down inside it and 
tried again. Still nothing!

Now the perplexed woman teacher was feeling irritated. Tight-lipped she 
locked the car and looked all around her, wondering what she should do 
to get home. She could go ask Mr. Blatherton for a ride home, but she 
knew that he usually stayed until six o'clock or later, and she didn't 
want to wait around until then. Moreover, she really didn't wish to 
hear any more about her sex education class and the smearing gossip 
which he'd indicated she could expect. She wanted to get back to her 
apartment and a fresh bottle of brandy to still the aching thoughts 
which had been tormenting her since last Wednesday.

The only solution was to walk, she supposed. The fastest way, she knew, 
would be through Ebenezer Treakle's property, a diagonal line that 
would bring her to the back edge of Montock where her rooming house 
was, rather than the much longer route along the road. Farmer Treakle 
didn't mind if people crossed his land, as that particular section 
wasn't under cultivation at the moment and only contained a few old 
milk cows. Besides, it was another beautiful spring afternoon, balmy 
and bright with the promise of Easter, and the walk would probably do 
her good.

Resigning herself, Joan smoothed her hands down over the thin pullover 
sweater and short pleated skirt she was wearing, then took a deep 
breath and headed for the edge of the school property. From there, a 
narrow dirt path, bordered by knee-high grass and wild-flowers, wound 
lazily through Treakle's pasture land. Returning robins chirped 
sprightly in a few trees which clustered here and there on the rolling 
meadowside, and occasionally Joan caught the rustle of grass or 
whipping of a branch to show where some small animal had darted. Soon 
she found herself beyond the sight of the tall school buildings or any 
nearby houses. It was as if she was entirely alone in a world of 
nothing but peaceful nature, and as she strolled along the pathway, the 
worried young woman began to feel a little more relaxed and calm.

God knew she needed soothing, she told herself as she walked. Last 
Thursday and Friday had been a continual living nightmare for her, 
plagued by the fear that she'd run into young Wayne Conroy and he would 
do or say something ruinous in a moment of boyish innocence. Monday 
hadn't been any better, especially after a weekend spent cooped up in 
her small apartment with nothing but her morbid thoughts to taunt her 
constantly. But the Conroy lad had thankfully remained out of sight, 
though Joan didn't know whether it was accidental luck or purposely 
done by him. She only prayed that their paths would not cross for 
another day until Wednesday's sex education course, the only class she 
taught which had him in it. Hopefully by that time, they would both be 
able to act as if nothing had happened between them. She wasn't sure 
she could do that yet; she wasn't sure she could find the bravery 
necessary then to face that seventh-period hour of hell ...

And Ozgood Blatherton's little lecture hadn't helped any, that was for 
sure! God, listening to him warn of the impending threat of the 
Concerned Parents Committee had indeed sent the blood rushing from her 
head and turned her features pale as a ghost's. Her stomach tightened 
itself into knots as she walked and remembered her own school days when 
both boys and girls would brag of their sexual conquests: whether 
they'd actually done them or not. High schools were rampant with 
snickering stories and dirty rumors, but this time she realized she 
wouldn't have a chance to defend herself. She could deny her seduction 
of the boy until she was blue in the face, but the witch-hunting 
citizens would latch onto the malicious talk like wolves upon a sheep. 
The school authorities would think it was a lie, but they'd be the only 
ones who believed. All young Wayne would have to do is say one small 
word, and she'd be lucky to get out of Montock alive!

God, how utterly stupid she'd been to abandon herself to her molesting 
lusts! Had she been a stronger person herself, and not allowed her own 
corrupting passions to uncontrollably blind her, this horrible 
nightmare would never have occurred! But it had, and she had to face up 
to the fact that she had been completely and wantonly entranced by the 
slim, virile youth and the delicious but depraved sensations he'd sent 
coursing through her helplessly driven body.

She clenched her hands into so tight a pair of fists that her fingers 
hurt as she continued to think of the depths of depravity to which she 
had brought them both. The words she had made the boy use, and worse, 
what she had aroused in him to do, made her inwardly cringe with shame 
and guilt as she walked. God, if she could just erase that horrid 
afternoon with Wayne in her apartment and replace it with something 
else--anything but what she had done! Her eyes began to puddle, 
blurring over her vision of the gently waving field which stretched 
before her, but then she shook her head and stopped herself from 
crying. There was a time for tears and a time for facing up to reality, 
and there was no use for her to fool herself with wishful thinking. Her 
pride, her stubborn and determined resolve to beat the molesting urges 
which had ruled her life for so long, still fought desperately in her 
mind.

But then, with a perverseness that made her tremble, another dark 
recess of her brain brought forth another image of the event in her 
bedroom last Wednesday afternoon. Joan felt the blood rising in her 
cheeks as vivid recollections of the boy's youthful nakedness and her 
own lustful performance drifted involuntarily back to her. The unwanted 
mental images trickled through her mind, reviving a sudden tingling 
between her inner thighs, until she was forced to squeeze them tightly 
together as she walked along the path. She was still squirming her 
buttocks in an effort to end the taunting sensations, when suddenly a 
boyish voice called out: "Well, look-a-here. If it ain't our pretty 
little sex teacher all by her lonesome in Ebenezer Treakle's pasture."

"Wh-what?" Joan said, startled as she came out of her concentrated 
thinking. It was then that she saw that she was right beside a large, 
dilapidated wooden barn, its roof half off and its interior filled with 
dirty hay and cow manure. Beside the leaning doors were lounging Wayne 
Conroy, Mickey Hagen, and Knuckles Gerber. She realized that it had 
been Wayne who'd spoken so disrespectfully to her, but that all three 
of the youngsters were watching her with boldly leering eyes.

"A-Aren't you boys an awful long way from your homes?" she asked, a 
strange twinge of subconscious apprehension rippling through her belly.

"Naw," Mickey sneered, "we was waiting for you, Miss Frazer."

"Sonofabitch, she sure is worth waiting for, too," Knuckles chimed in. 
"Just look at them knockers stick out from her sweater!"

"Hey, Miss Frazer, how about you and me goin in the barn and husslin' a 
quickie before you go?" Mickey hooted lewdly at her.

Joan took a step backwards, a sinking sensation beginning to grip the 
pit of her stomach as she heard the chorus of snickers and chortles 
that came from the three young boys. "Wh-what's the meaning of this!," 
she managed to stammer in a slightly thickened voice. "Mickey, you 
ought to be ashamed of yourself, talking to me like that!"

"Come off it, teacher," Wayne said contemptuously. "Don't try to 
pretend you're stuck up. We all know you love a good fucking."

The blood drained from her face almost to the point of dizziness, and 
she felt her legs begin to buckle beneath her. Oh, dear God! He'd told 
them! He's bragged about making love to me, and now there's no hope of 
concealing the truth! Oh God, what am I going to do ...?

"Right on, man," Knuckles chuckled, his leer spreading wider over his 
thick-lipped homely face. "That's what I hear tell, and I bet it's 
true!"

"And you know something?" Mickey added with his own lascivious grin, "I 
think we should find out for ourselves, and that's a fact!"

Oh no! Joan thought, her mind blanking rapidly from sensible reasoning, 
her simple dread of a moment before giving way to that of rising panic. 
She heard more snickerings from the trio as she gaped from one to the 
other of the youthful, lust-contorted faces, and the fate they had in 
store for her became as obvious to her as the sunlight of the 
afternoon.

Suddenly her stomach-gripping terror turned to sheer panic, and she 
wheeled from them and broke into a desperate run across the field. She 
pulled her skirt up to her thighs and ran as fast as she could, but her 
high-heeled shoes impeded her speed, and she was unable to shake them 
off without losing her stride.

"Get her!" she heard Wayne Conroy shout from the barn behind her. 
"Don't let her run away now!"

"Hot damn, she's a fast piece of tail," Mickey called out.

"Yeah, just look at them boobies bounce!" Joan heard Knuckles say in a 
puffing voice behind her. He was so close that she could almost feel 
his breath down her neck. She strained harder, trying to run faster and 
escape the coarse, horrible teenagers behind her. There was not one 
single doubt in her mind of what was going to happen to her if she were 
caught, and the thought made her run even faster. Her breath was coming 
in small gasps now, and her legs felt as though her muscles would turn 
to rubber, but she kept her eyes straight ahead and looked pleadingly 
over the empty meadow in search of safety.

A hand reached out and grasped at her long dark hair that was flowing 
in a breeze behind her. It missed, but then the hand grabbed again, and 
she was pulled up sharply like a lassoed steer and thrown roughly to 
the ground.

"Help me! Oh please somebody help me!" she screamed at the top of her 
voice. "Help! Help!"

"Shout all you want, Miss Frazer," Wayne snarled, "but it ain't going 
to do you any good. You can yell your lungs out, and there ain't a soul 
around to hear you! Unless you think some cows will come runnin' to 
your rescue!"

She looked up from where she lay sprawled upon the soft and matted 
grass, shaking her head slowly as she gazed fixedly into his pitilessly 
glaring eyes. Her brain struggled for the proper words of entreaty, but 
at last all she could manage to stammer was: "Pl ... please, Wayne ... 
My God, don't ... don't do anything to me. I ... I beg of you, don't 
..."

"Why, Miss Frazer, you're getting yourself all upset for nothing," he 
said in a cruelly mocking tone. "Now, you just think how much you 
wanted me to fuck you last week, and how you loved my prick after I got 
it inside you, remember?"

Joan heard the laughing grunts of agreement and fought to hold back her 
tears. Dear God, she wouldn't give the boy the satisfaction of seeing 
her cry on top of everything else. She understood it all now, for it 
was obvious that he was doing this to her because of the frigid way 
she'd treated him last Wednesday! The irony of it all! Her one small 
act of decency had backfired in her face, and in all honesty she had to 
admit that she couldn't much blame Wayne for paying her back. 
Retribution was never kind, and now she was about to receive her 
earnings from him and his wolfish pals. But God, there were three of 
them! One she might have been able to even learn to desire ... but 
three young boys all at the same time!

"Please, Wayne, I ... I'm sorry about ..." She faltered, seeing in his 
eyes that to confess about his supposed inadequacy would only make 
matters worse for her. She gulped heavily. "I just can't--"

"Yes, you can. You can and you will!" He grinned down at her. "Take her 
to the barn, you guys, and let's get the fucking party started!"

Both Mickey and Knuckles had her from behind now, and they forced her 
to her feet and began to prod her back in the direction of the decrepit 
hay shed. The door leaned on one hinge, and squeaked as they thrust her 
stumbling through the opening and into the murky shadows of the barn. 
Joan's dark eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a 
soundless scream that was choked silent by the fear that welled thickly 
in her throat. Oh God, she prayed silently, don't let it happen like 
this. Please don't let it happen ...!

"Okay, put her down on the straw there, where it's nice and comfy," 
Wayne commanded his friends, and Knuckles grabbed her shoulder and 
threw her callously down upon the hay. Wayne leaped on top of her, 
pressing tighter down into her, and she was forced to sprawl with her 
face to the floor. The hay smelled of earth and mold and cow urine with 
a permeating odor that made her gag for air.

Joan could feel Wayne's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her 
buttocks from behind, and his face was pressed into her hair. She 
winced slightly in spite of the pain of her position, for now she was 
able to smell the beer that was heavily upon the boy's hot breath. 
They'd all obviously been drinking, even though she hadn't seen any 
liquor yet. She tried to move, moaning a protest into the hay beneath 
her as she felt the savage boy insert his knee into the unprotected 
crevice between her thighs and pry her legs apart. She fought with all 
her might, but there was no stopping his cruel and relentless pressure. 
He had the leverage and the strength, and soon her inner muscles tired 
as she felt them being painfully pushed slightly open. The boy's 
hardened penis, trapped painfully under the tightness of his blue 
jeans, pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the 
soft underside of her thighs.

"Hey, anybody want another beer?" Mickey said thickly from above her.

"Hot damn, that's a fine idea," Wayne answered as he pulled his loins 
back slightly from his teacher's trembling upraised buttocks, and the 
boy laughed drunkenly as he reached over to grab the proffered can. 
Joan could feel droplets of the yeasty-smelling liquid falling to the 
back of her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. "Hey, I 
think I'll give some to Miss Frazer!" Wayne said. "After all, this here 
party's in her honor!"

He laughed again and lifted her head by the hair, thrusting the opening 
of the beer can to her lips. She clenched her mouth tightly shut in a 
vain attempt to ward off the warm, stale liquor, but Wayne pressed 
harder, forcing her mouth open. The beer flowed down both sides of her 
mouth, with only about half of it going down her throat; she coughed to 
keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on 
the can, forcing more and more down the narrow confines of her throat.

"Man, you better pop another can, Mickey," Wayne chortled as the last 
of the beer was swallowed defensively. "She's a guzzler."

Another can was opened, and it began to make the rounds among the three 
young boys and their older woman teacher. Between his turns at the 
beer, Wayne let his hands play over the smooth rounded contours of 
Joan's buttocks, and in spite of the slowly dulling effects of the beer 
she drank, the captive teacher still tried hopelessly to squirm away. 
But the slow seductive movement of her hips crushing back into the 
hardness of his loins only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her.

"I'm going to fuck her now," Wayne hissed with a coarse impatient tone 
in his voice.

"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!" she whimpered. "Not like 
this, Wayne. You can't."

"Like hell I won't!" he intoned down at her hoarsely. "First off is got 
to be her dress ..."

Wayne reached down to her knees and jerked at the skirt bunched beneath 
her on the dirty straw. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly 
ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firmly full thighs to 
her slender waist and exposing the rounded panty-covered cheeks of her 
fearfully cringing buttocks. Wayne gasped and wriggled the useless 
piece of cloth from beneath her, throwing it to one side impatiently. 
"Okay, now one of you guys pull her sweater up over her head while I 
hold her steady."

Joan could only groan in anguish as she felt a hardness from Knuckles' 
crotch rising beside her face. He was kneeling down in front of her and 
following Wayne's instructions, pulling her thin pullover sweater up 
over her waist and to her neck, where he suddenly gave a vicious jerk 
and freed the sweater from her head.

Mickey, in his rising excitement, was roving his hands over her back 
that was now bare all the way down to her flimsy pair of tautly 
stretched panties. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was only 
broken by the thin white straps of a brassiere that laced across her 
back, but then Knuckles leaned over her with his hands and worked 
clumsily at the little hooks of its clasp. Now Joan could feel a small 
wet circle of the Gerber boy's seminal fluid seeping through the crotch 
of his pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and sticky 
against her cheek and, as he worked at her brassiere, he pushed her 
face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. Suddenly 
the brassiere snapped apart, and her full round breasts, large and 
resilient, fell swayingly free.

She gasped as he pulled the piece of underwear from around her body and 
the two mounds of softly warm flesh came into hard contact with smelly 
hay of the barn. Her nipples sprang into hardness, their tiny bud-like 
tips throbbing from the coarseness of the straw.

Wayne's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed 
up along the sides of her nakedly quivering body and cupped her ripe 
dangling breasts underneath. He pulled and squeezed them harshly for a 
moment and then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands down again to 
the elastic band at the top of her little nylon panties. He hooked his 
fingers into the material and with a slow methodical certainty, began 
to peel them down over the curves of her hips.

His teacher moaned as she felt the last of her protective clothing 
being removed from her shamed and frightened body. Her buttocks 
quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what was going to 
happen to her in just a few more minutes, and even the deadening 
effects of the beer could not protect her mind from the horrible truth 
that there was nothing she could do to save herself. The three young 
boys were far too strong for her to fight, and even if she did escape, 
there would be no place she could go. Her doom had been sealed the 
moment she had begun to seduce young Wayne Conroy in her room. Oh God, 
if only she had been able to stop herself then! If only she had treated 
the boy better so he would have kept their lurid secret!

A hundred "if onlys" tumbled through her tortured mind when suddenly 
she was brutally pulled up into a kneeling position, with her face 
again pressed tightly into Knuckle's loins. Her breasts ached as they 
were squashed hard and heavy to the dirty straw floor.

Wayne peeled the flimsy white panties from the half-moons of her 
buttocks, and when the silky material caught at the juncture of her 
belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, tearing them from her in 
useless threads. He laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the 
air, and then pushed them tight into the wide-eyed face of Knuckles 
Gerber, who was staring in enraptured concentration from his kneeling 
position.

"Here, pal, smell a little pussy perfume." The Conroy youth snickered 
at the lust-crazed gaze that flickered through the other boy's eyes. 
"While you're doin' that, I'm going to earn my case of beer!"

"Shit, it'll be worth a case," Mickey croaked from beside them. "I'll 
chip in half, Knuckles, if I can take Miss Frazer next!"

"Go suck an egg," Knuckles snapped back at Mickey. "It's my bet, so I'm 
fucking her after he does. Hurry up, Wayne, hurry up, so's I can, or my 
balls are going to explode!"

Joan cringed from the obscene conversation. God, she was being 
auctioned off like she was a whore! Her price was a case of beer, no 
more than a gutter slut off the street could get! And then she heard 
the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her, 
and the smooth warm pressure of a slender young penis pressing against 
the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel the boy's stickiness 
where moistly warm seminal fluid seeped from the hardened blunt tip of 
his cock.

"Ohhhhh, please ... please no, don't do this to me," she pleaded 
through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands 
begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin 
mounds of her buttocks. Her nakedly kneeling body jerked up as she felt 
his thumbs on either side of them spreading them wider and wider. "No, 
please! Oh, Wayne, please don't!"

"You called me your 'lover-boy' last time," the youth retorted cruelly. 
"I was your lover-boy and precious little man, remember? Huh, Miss 
Frazer, you remember?"

"Ohhhhhh!" Joan mewled in mortification, jerking forward when his 
outstretched middle finger thrust between her thighs and into the soft 
protective folds of tender flesh surrounding her vagina. His fingers 
searched impatiently for a moment, and then found their velvety target. 
She cringed before his brutal touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her 
buttocks hardening and clenching tight together in an effort to trap 
his probing hand between them.

"Hold her, Knuckles, she's fighting me," Wayne gasped, twisting his 
hand to pry her buttocks open again. "Man, she's tight today!"

"Maybe she ain't never been fucked before," Knuckles said to tease his 
friend. "Maybe Miss Frazer's a virgin."

"She's a virgin like I'm the Queen of Sheba," Wayne retorted as he 
pushed his arm forward to break the grip that her buttocks had on his 
hand. "She's just giving me a bad time on account of having to fuck you 
next, that's all." He gave one final hard push and Joan felt the last 
of the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror give way. Her 
naked body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into 
her defenselessly open vaginal slit. She clenched her teeth tightly in 
a vain attempt to drown out the hurt and despair that slipped through 
the shattered remains of her sanity. A helpless muffled groan of 
exhausted surrender came from deep inside her chest. Every muscle in 
her twisted, nakedly kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking 
point, and mentally reduced by her shame and sense of sinful guilt, she 
could no longer find the slightest strength to even protest against the 
crude fondling of her genitals.

She gasped and held her breath as she felt the warming fingers of the 
boy enlarge and stretch the involuntarily lubricating walls of her 
pussy, until with a grunt of lust, he removed them from her with a 
wetly sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, his hand now wrapped 
around his lust-hardened penis as he guided it slowly and deliberately 
forward between the moist pink fringes of her hair-lined cunt. She 
cringed forward again, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she once 
more felt Wayne Conroy's blood-enlarged cock-head move up and down in 
the wet widespread valley of her vagina, and part her curly black pubic 
hair as he searched for her cuntal hole. God, how different this was 
from last time! she moaned tearfully to herself. How different this 
hell was from the heaven it had been before!

"Hold her tight! I'm shoving it in!" he told the bug-eyed Knuckles, 
whose arms bulged already from the pressure he was placing on his older 
teacher's arms. Mickey hung his face close to Joan's quivering 
backside, gasping at the scene with tiny streams of spittle dripping 
from the corners of his slackened mouth.

Joan whimpered aloud as she felt the first searing contact of his 
heatedly pulsating penis against the cringing lips of her cunt, and as 
the slow agonizing entrance of the boyish cock began. "God what a 
pussy!" she heard Wayne gasp from behind her. Simultaneously she felt 
the warmly wettened walls of her vagina slip over his youthful hardness 
for this, the second time. He continued to shove his loins forward and 
his long, rigid penis speared into the helplessly struggling woman 
without mercy, racing into her like a whirling drill bit that was 
boring through the depths of her belly and smashing all before it. And 
then suddenly, his pelvis smacked tight into her upraised buttocks with 
a hard, sharp slap of flesh.

Joan's muffled groans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard 
as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by her shoulders, 
pulling her naked body back tight against him. His long virile cock was 
sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly as she felt the 
hardness of its head press tightly against her sensitive cervix. There 
was no longer reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had had 
the strength. Her body went limp, and she felt the strong young penis 
deep inside her vagina begin to saw in and out with merciless strokes. 
Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of 
passion, while his hands ran down under the fullness of her dancing 
breasts which were brushing against the straw below with every cruel, 
hard thrust the boy made into her.

"Jesus Christ!" Mickey swore as his bulging eyes watched the long 
length of his buddy's wetly glistening cock piston into his teacher's 
luscious white behind. His mouth gaped wider at the salacious spectacle 
of the ragged pink folds of pussy flesh wetly clinging like a baby's 
mouth around Wayne's violently thrusting prick.

Knuckles was gripped as well by the obscene pageant of his nakedly 
kneeling teacher being lewdly fucked with a powerfully surging rhythm, 
and he was filled with a crazy urge to reach forward himself and fondle 
her soft, hair-lined pussy lips. But he was a little afraid that his 
buddy might object, and so he continued to hold Miss Frazer down to the 
evil-smelling straw.

Wayne pumped into Joan from behind like she was a bitch in heat, 
squeezing all around her soft, jogging buttocks. His fingers dug 
cruelly at her tiny cringing anus, and then, they jerked forward again 
to clasp her hips and pull her back limply over his rampaging pole of 
flesh while he skewered and rammed into her with increasing 
abandonment. His body was now a ball of sheer untamable flesh that had 
unleashed itself completely against the squirming mature flesh in front 
of him. He savagely wanted to break Miss Frazer's will and feel her 
squirm while she mewled out her defeat beneath him. That would be the 
ultimate revenge; this proud woman who had repulsed him so completely 
suddenly turning animal and losing all control over herself, forgetting 
who she was and where she was, and all but the overpowering need to be 
fucked by his cock until she couldn't move again. The thought raced 
through his youthful loins like an electric shock, and he increased the 
speed of his long, hard thrusts between the full swaying moons of his 
teacher's proud white ass.

As his rigidly long virility increased its penetration of the moist 
warm cuntal flesh which was so tightly wrapped around it, Joan began to 
realize that against her will her body was slowly beginning to respond. 
Tears of frustration brimmed in her eyes as she felt the control of her 
senses slowly slipping away from her. She had vowed that no matter what 
these cruel tormenting boys would do to her, she would never allow her 
flesh to betray her sexual nature, but the sheer hopelessness of her 
position and the brutal fucking of her sensitive loins were becoming 
more than she could resist!

Her proud firm breasts began to throb involuntarily, and her toes 
squirmed beneath the obscene attack as though she were sprinting to get 
away from the brutal rape. The captive young teacher groaned aloud, 
crying as she prayed that she could halt her weakening control, and not 
give in to these animalistic youths. She couldn't give them that final 
satisfaction, too! She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought it 
with all her might, but gradually, inexorably, her nakedly kneeling 
flesh was changing into a mass of nerve-tingling sensations. The 
familiar waves of lewdly delightful pleasure began creeping forcefully 
through her, and her sobs of humiliation and torture tapered off into 
deep groans of unwanted arousal. Dear God! She had to fight it with all 
of her strength! She must not give in as she had last Wednesday to the 
darling young boy above her! She mustn't let him win! She mustn't! She 
mustn't!

Yet she felt the fire inside her was growing even hotter, and she 
groaned in bitter submission, knowing it would only be a few more 
minutes before she surrendered her soul as well as her flesh to the 
youthful tormentor above. In desperation, she began to undulate her 
buttocks slavishly around the teenager's skewering hardness, fucking 
back against him to end it, fucking back to draw his hot, fresh semen 
from it before it was too late for herself.

She could sense Wayne was near completion and she gripped him tighter 
between her thighs, rotating her hips and bucking back in time to his 
long, hard thrusts into her vagina. Cum ... Oh God, please cum ... her 
tormented mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her 
position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations which were 
building in her belly. As her warm wet muscles clasped tight around his 
hard-driving cock, Wayne threw back his head with a wild shout, and his 
lewd young sperm shot like a fire hose up into his teacher's vaginal 
passage. Joan gurgled as she felt him empty his still-not-yet-mature 
loins with spurt after spurt of fiery cum, filling her womb and belly 
to the bursting point.

And then there was nothing. The end had come so suddenly and so 
completely that Wayne pitched forward in total exhaustion along the 
length of her, flattening Joan to the ground again with her legs 
splayed out on either side, her feet curling in the moist smelly hay. 
The young student lay atop her, breathing harshly, unable to move.

Joan lay gasping and choking as she felt all of her naked flesh and 
full rounded breasts squashed tight to the straw beneath her. Her 
humiliation and fear came rushing back to her, and then came another, 
more horrible thought that made her quiver uncontrollably from head to 
toe. There were the two other boys! Oh God, there were the others! 
Would she be able to withstand them? It had been so close, so damnably 
close with young Wayne just now--did she have the willpower to fight 
their savage assaults upon her unwilling body as well, or would she 
surrender in total, unforgivable abandonment?



Chapter 5


"Get offa her, man," Knuckles Gerber pleaded. "Lemme at that hot bitch 
now, will you?"

"Wait a minute," Wayne panted in reply. "Christ, give me a chance to 
get my breath back."

"That ain't fair," Mickey whined. "I've got to wait for thirds, you 
know ... and you've already won your case of beer."

"Awww ..." their teenage leader said, but he slowly began to remove his 
weight from the prostrated weeping nakedness of his teacher.

As he lifted, Joan could feel his deflating penis slipping wetly from 
her cuntal passage, and a cool breeze of springtime air rushed with a 
soothing swirl around the wetly glistening pink lips and matted pubic 
curls which surrounded her violated pussy. She began to tremble from 
the sudden obscene exposure of her body to the lewdly staring boys in 
the barn, and clamped her legs tightly together in an attempt to hide 
the throbbing, tingling crevice lying between her thighs.

"Ain't going to do you no good, Miss Frazer," Knuckles Gerber snickered 
down at her. "I plan to widen that white ass of yours something fierce! 
Shit, you're the first real woman I've ever fucked, you know that?"

Joan froze as she heard his callous, lewd remarks, and then she looked 
upwards as the boy released her arms and stood up. He was gaping down 
at her with unadulterated admiration and desire at the full, lush 
curves of her proud woman's body being exhibited before him.

"I told you Miss Frazer was better'n the girls we've laid," Wayne said 
proudly. He stood defiantly, reveling in the control he held over his 
teacher and the other boys. It was the supreme moment of leadership for 
him, and as he stood there, a contemptuous smirk slowly crossed his 
handsome lips. "Go ahead, Knuckles, fuck her."

"Yeah. Lemme get my pants off first. Knuckles stepped back and unzipped 
his trousers, while Mickey quickly stripped himself naked nearby. 
Clothing was strewn in all directions, until at last the other two boys 
were as nude as Wayne. Joan shuddered with unwanted eroticism, while at 
the same time she vainly tried to control the tingling passion which 
had begun when Wayne was thrusting into her, and which was still 
creeping unwillingly over her. She gasped, the breath catching in her 
throat as she caught her first full sight of young Knuckles Gerber's 
penis, for now she understood where he'd earned his nickname! The 
youth's thick, erected shaft of flesh had a peculiar bend in it, like a 
"knuckle" of a finger. It was not only larger than Wayne's cock in 
physical size, but would painfully stretch the insides of any woman's 
cunt with every slide of its hook-like shape! Dear God ... even the 
sight of Mickey Hagen's long and slender penis, the smallest of the 
three, sent chills of apprehension through her, yet the utterly obscene 
abuses they intended to commit upon her defenseless body were setting 
off a churning lewd excitement in her loins and belly that she couldn't 
seem to stop! God ... they'd bartered her off like a common whore, and 
maybe she was one after all ...!

Knuckles moved behind her, as Wayne had moments before, and gazed down 
with eyes bulging wide in hot uncontrolled desire at the full white 
moons of her buttocks trembling in sacrificial offering to him. God, he 
had never seen anything like it! His balls tingled and ached, and he 
longed to thrust forward into the narrow teasing slit that was coyly 
being hidden from his rapacious view. "Get up on your knees again, Miss 
Frazer," his voice husked down at his teacher. "Come on, get that ass 
of yours up in the air!"

Joan tried to stiffen her nakedly cowering body and press tighter to 
the straw, bitter tears of anguish and pain running down her cheeks and 
wetting the smooth hot skin of her face. She felt the young boy drop 
behind her and slowly, relentlessly force her knees apart with a rough 
pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves. 
One of his hands tightly gripped the soft flesh of her narrow waist and 
pulled her hips powerfully up off the ground, while his other hand 
pressed hard behind her neck to keep her breasts and face pushed 
harshly down into the dirty hay.

Her nakedly white buttocks waved high off the ground behind her, and 
she lay in her kneeling position, all thoughts of resistance gone. She 
had an urge to somehow turn her head back and look at him to show her 
defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. There was no sense 
in further prolonging the inevitable rape she was to be subjected to 
again. Let him take me, damn it! ran through her tortured and dazed 
mind. Let them all rut into my beaten body ... but they would not, must 
not, conquer her soul as well!

Kneeling behind her, Knuckles ground his thick, young cock around in 
the narrow white crevice of her buttocks, pressing the softly quivering 
cheeks of flesh around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm, 
fur-lined glove. Then he leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss 
with his thick rubbery lips along the standing ridges of her spine, 
feeling her quiver beneath him. She groaned slightly as her mature body 
shook and trembled from the moist contact at her loins and back.

Knuckles dropped both his hands to her full rounded buttocks, placing 
his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressing out 
gently. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of 
tenderness and caress along her inner thighs caught her off guard in 
spite of her resistance. She had geared her mind to the fighting of 
torture and humiliation, and not this softness and pleasure. Joan 
shivered slightly as the boy continued his gentle pressure, and her 
muscles which had been so keyed against an expected assault 
involuntarily relaxed in loose tranquillity.

Knuckles' face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds 
of flesh that covered her vagina and, as he watched with gleaming eyes, 
they slowly parted of their own volition to the guiding motion of his 
thumbs. He could see all of her soft smooth cunt and the glistening 
moisture of her secretions upon her inner flesh for with the easing of 
the pain and the fatigue of her resistance, she had let her buttocks 
slip wider and wider apart.

Knuckles, grinning lewdly, breathed hard and blew softly into her. She 
squirmed and he could hear a faint groan slipping from between her now 
open lips. She tried to move slightly, but her movements were not those 
of escape or fear but of reflex from the feather-like touch of his 
hands and breath against the tenderness of her unprotected flesh.

With a sudden lewd expression, the youth raised his head to press his 
face into the perfumed wetness of his teacher's vaginal slit. She 
squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that 
she could not slip away from his grip, and then with one quick rush of 
his thick pink tongue, he thrust forward between the warm moist folds 
of her defenseless cunt. The adolescent heard her gasp from the sudden 
unexpected entry into her tenderly spread pussy, and he pressed his 
mouth still closer to wetly kiss the whole of her exposed cuntal 
crevice. He began curling and flicking his spearing tongue, sucking and 
licking crazily while her heated vaginal passage involuntarily 
contracted tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue.

"Ohhhhhh," Joan whimpered into the straw, half in shame, half in 
encouragement, at the dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the 
hair-lined slit up between her legs. Every muscle in her lushly naked 
body tautened at the wet licking at her open loins, while soft escaping 
sighs of unwanted delight arose from her constricted throat. She tried 
to fight her lewd responses, but the exquisite sensations pursued and 
tantalized her tender flesh relentlessly. She sensed that she was 
gradually losing the last remaining ounce of restraint, and her naked 
body was approaching the state where nothing would matter except to 
kneel in masochistic bliss to the rapacious punishments to which she 
was surrendering herself. The lewd admission of her complete defeat 
made her squirm her buttocks back against the sucking mouth to punish 
herself still more.

"Goddamn!" the open-mouthed Mickey Hagen gasped. He watched with 
disbelieving eyes as she groaned and twitched spasmodically beneath his 
buddy's orally fucking tongue that was lashing into her swollen pussy. 
Shit! He could see every full, rich detail of Knuckle's lips in her 
fleshy, parted snatch! Ol' Miss Frazer was going wild from his face 
buried in her wetly pink cunt and licking madly away. Man, this was 
tooooo much! He took his hand and wrapped his sweaty fingers around the 
throbbing shaft of his hotly aching prick, beginning to stroke his 
youthful hardness lightly in time to the slavishly flicking tongue that 
was sliding into her upturned vaginal slit.

Knuckles worked slave-like behind the kneeling woman, his tongue 
withdrawing and plunging, withdrawing and plunging, making wet sluicing 
sounds with each wicked thrust. Joan's cries were one long low 
continuous moan now as he withdrew his lashing tongue from the insides 
of her warm clasping vagina and found the hard, throbbing little 
clitoris with his lips. He pushed his face farther into her teeth while 
wantonly she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in an unwilling 
dance of lewdness.

"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Joan chanted, her body completely out of control 
and her mind rapidly approaching that same point from the delicious and 
obscene sucking of her cunt. With a lewd and smug satisfaction, the boy 
behind her could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing and 
contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at 
her pussy with a greedy untamed animal lust that threatened to drive 
them both completely insane with desire.

The older woman's cunt flowered involuntarily wider and her moistness 
increased with each further second that his sucking mouth worked at her 
widespread loins. Her secretions ran in warm wet trickles down the 
sides of the youth's cheeks as he pressed tightly into the softness of 
her smoothly grinding buttocks which were enclosing his face in 
warmness.

"Uhhhhhhh," she grunted deliriously as he moved his voracious young 
mouth deeper into her vagina, expanding the pinkly swollen lips with 
every searing lick he took. Oh God, how this boy was debasing her; 
treating her like a common whore he had bought for a case of beer! The 
strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her fevered flesh again. 
She wanted to be destroyed by him; she wanted to be fucked and sucked 
until she could never walk again! The lewd subjugation of her 
helplessly kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited 
sensation!

"Ohhhhhhh, yes, you little bastard!" she suddenly heard herself chant 
uncontrollably through passion-contorted lips. The obscene rhythm of 
the skewering tongue in her cunt was simply too much for her to resist 
despite her fervent prayers and vows! "Suck me, lover boy! Eat my 
pussy!"

Knuckles heard her dirty words and felt the wild abandoned tempo of her 
body; and his long bent cock ached from the anticipation to ram it into 
her lushly throbbing moistness. With some difficulty he slithered to 
his knees and worked his hips toward the now wetly glistening opening 
of her buttocks from behind. He held his virile penis tightly between 
his fingers with its blunt, blood-filled head poised at the pulsating 
hot opening of her cunt. He watched with lust-gleaming eyes as her tiny 
wet pussy lips contracted and throbbed around the hair-fringed edges 
like the gasping mouth of a fish, and he felt a small dewdrop of 
seminal emission forming slowly on the end of his painfully aching 
penis. He had to have his lovely teacher now or it would be too late! 
He couldn't hold back another instant!

He moved forward, slipping as far up between her wide-splayed thighs as 
he could possibly go, and guided his odd-shaped cock forward between 
the warm soft folds of her moistly swollen pussy. He groaned, feeling 
that never in his entire fifteen years had he had anything so soft and 
tender around his heatedly pulsating shaft. Trapped between the 
delicious layers of wet, ready flesh, the lewd contact of his slightly 
curved hardness pressed into defenselessly quivering buttocks incited 
him to uncontrollable lust. Knuckles flexed his youthful loins, feeling 
all his frustrations, built up since Saturday and the plans for this 
very moment had first been made. Suddenly, unable to control himself 
any longer, he surged forward into the warm velvety flesh of the 
groaning older woman in front of him. He gasped aloud through the 
silence of the crumbling barn as he felt the tight hot walls of her 
contracting pussy abruptly slip over and enclose the lust swollen head 
of his rock-hard shaft.

"Ahhhhhhh" Joan moaned, not from pain, for there was none. She was wet 
and open and eagerly expecting, and he slid into her easily from the 
warm moist secretions that had flowed from her shamelessly aroused 
vagina a moment ago. Now, though, she moaned from the sudden and 
degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped in Farmer 
Treakle's barn, with the cruel hands of the two naked boys around her 
and the rampaging young cock of a third skewering into her from behind. 
And worse, she was no longer merely bowing to inevitable rape, but was 
obscenely wallowing in abandoned pleasure to her subjugation and the 
debasing ravishment of her body. She had lost her battle against the 
lewd sensations, and rising flames of desire were engulfing every inch 
of her naked flesh. Even the agonizing thought of her total surrender 
was sending chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the 
savage rhythm of the young boy's odd-shaped penis beginning to skewer 
smoothly into her cunt. There was no respite, the intrusion deep inside 
her dilated pussy growing and expanding before his uncontrolled 
assault. She felt the heavy weight of his muscular loins crushing down 
hard against her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he 
sank his eagerly jerking hardness as deep inside her hungry white belly 
as far as he could go.

But this was still not enough for the lunging teenager. He raised his 
hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out strokes he 
had established, and brought his open hand down hard against her 
defenselessly upraised buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh 
echoed like a rifle shot through the barn with Joan's startled scream 
also shattering the silence.

"Move your ass, Miss Frazer!" he hissed behind her. "Move that lush ass 
of yours good!"

Joan complied without hesitation. Her buttocks rotated as she let 
herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her hips back against 
his virilely driving cock as though she were glued to it.

"Come on, shake it, teach!" Knuckles gasped through his tightly 
clenched teeth as he felt her reacting to his hands digging into her 
gyrating loins. "Shake it! Shake it!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she exclaimed over and over as she bucked beneath in 
answer to his commands. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically 
now, the sight of her nakedly subservient body inciting him to faster 
and harder efforts. Her breath became one long continuous moan that was 
no longer muffled by the filthy straw. She was droning out into the 
barn, her face turned sideways on the hay so that all the boys could 
stare down at her and see with lust-gleaming eyes the effect the wild 
fucking was having on her. Her lips opened and closed in groaning 
torment, half in humiliation and shame from the uncontrollable 
sensations surging through her nerves, and half in fear that she would 
be ripped asunder by the cruelly hooked penis that was now pumping so 
brutally into her cunt.

There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel 
the straw dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended 
around it. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her 
mouth and then she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her 
lips. She raised her eyes and to her horror saw a white, impatiently 
pulsating penis right in front of her face. Mickey, who could no longer 
take the lust-inciting scene of his naked teacher being fucked from 
behind by one of his pals, had come closer and wriggled up under her 
face. Her head was now pressed tight into his loins and his legs were 
splayed out on either side of her shoulders.

The youth lifted her head with the flat of his palm pushing back 
against her forehead. With his other hand, he rubbed the blunt tip of 
his lust, swollen cock across her lips. She mumbled in terror and 
revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he held her in such a 
manner that she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and 
lips tightly together and try to keep it away, but Mickey was not to be 
denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were 
being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth.

He groaned and struggled against softness of her closed mouth, feeling 
it opening little by little, until suddenly with the aid of an extra 
hard lunge from his buddy fucking her in the rear, Joan gasped. His 
excitedly throbbing cock crushed through her softly moistened lips and 
into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the heatedly 
rigid flesh slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her 
mouth completely with its boyish hardness.

"Suck me, Miss Frazer," she heard Mickey command harshly above the top 
of her head. "Suck my pecker until I cum!"

She had no choice because he had brutally bent down and pushed her 
nostrils together so she could not breathe. Her lips slowly began to 
nibble at the thrusting length of tender young penis, and she coughed 
and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural 
invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing, 
but it was impossible not to. His firm round testicles bounced against 
her chin and there was the sweet odor of budding male excitement around 
his hairless loins that filled her nostrils with the constant reminder 
of the cruel depraved attack to which she was being subjected. It was 
different, though, so different than being forced to suck the depraved 
old janitor's cock in Dayton.

Behind her, Knuckles could feel himself building toward the end. He 
knew it would be soon and began to fuck faster into her, battering 
mercilessly her quivering ass cheeks with his hard driving hips. His 
hands gripped her naked waist and squeezed the softly plaint flesh as 
he stared down at her curvaceous bucking body and bobbing head. The 
contrast of Mickey's gleaming white penis disappearing into the moist 
pink fullness of her lips shot electric thrills up and down the length 
of his spine.

"Man!" Knuckles sputtered. "Man, oh man, oh man ...!"

The saliva in Joan's mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly 
sticky now as small emissions of Mickey's seminal fluid seeped from the 
end of the boy's cock into her working mouth. She could feel his virile 
young hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head as though he 
were in the throes of a fevered death. His short little fingers were 
curling tightly in her hair as he slipped her ovalled wet mouth up and 
down over the end of his thrusting hardness as though it were just 
another cunt into which he was venting his adolescent lust. She could 
feel his pulsating shaft stretching and expanding inside her mouth 
until there was no more room left, and she moaned piteously around it 
as it thrust forward hard down her throat as though it were trying to 
meet the other student's penis skewering deep into her belly from 
behind.

The older woman knew that at any moment Mickey's wildly jerking cock 
was going to begin spewing out loads of lewd young sperm into her mouth 
until it spilled over her lips and ran down her chin in thin white 
trails. Instead of being revolted by the idea Joan was incensed more 
than ever by it, and she thought of it as being the second finest thing 
which could be happening to her now--the first best thing being to feel 
young male cum bubbling up into her warmly hungry cunt.

In place of shame or guilt or pain was the wonderfully exciting desire 
for her whole mature body to be saturated in fresh boy seed until it 
swirled up inside her belly and spluttered out again in wildly flooding 
rivers of erotically depraved sensation. She wanted to be filled by it, 
to grovel in it, to swallow and absorb it until her very pores were 
swimming in it. And she sucked insatiably at the young boy's cock in 
her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the tender stalk of male 
flesh, thrusting back her loins at the same time against the more than 
willing youth behind her, opening the wetly gripping muscles of her 
pussy so she could absorb every fraction of smoothly pistoning penis 
deep up inside her.

And then ... she got her wish!

She felt her insides erupting in great hot flashes of intensive fire, 
tunneling through her veins in a never-ending stream of mounting 
pleasure. She licked and sucked at the hardened virile cock in her 
mouth like a demon, groaning around the thrusting prick as her orgasm 
flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hammering cock 
inside her vagina.

"Mmmmmmmmaaaaawwwww!" she managed to scream intensely, and then the boy 
in front of her jerked as though he'd been stuck by a pin. He writhed 
his lean hips up tight to his teacher's face, sinking the full length 
of his madly ejaculating cock deep down into her gasping throat. His 
hot fresh cum squirted into her like a rush of raging water, and she 
sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and 
deflating from the pressure of his youthful surge of sperm. Her senses 
were gone and she was hardly aware of it when, a moment later, his 
penis oozed in a glistening limpness from between her voraciously 
sucking lips. His hands pulled her head forward to lay trapped against 
the whole of his wearily trembling loins.

She could still feel its soft rubbery length pressed tight against the 
cheek of her face when she heard a high-pitched grunt behind her. She 
felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last savage rush 
as Knuckles, fucking into her mercilessly, shoved himself as far as he 
could go against her. His mouth opened wide with a loud uncontrolled: 
"Agggggghhhhhh!" and the naked young teacher felt his semen filling her 
vaginal passage with a great spewing. She could feel it flooding hotly 
into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would 
burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his lean hips 
against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then he fell forward over 
her back, pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated 
Mickey who had just forced her to suck him dry.

There was no movement except for the whipping sounds of young Wayne 
Conroy masturbating by the side of them, his eyes rolling wildly in his 
head as he too approached another orgasm. There was a movement of 
bodies and Joan felt herself falling to the ratty straw as Mickey 
slipped from under her and Knuckles lifted himself exhaustedly from her 
back.

The double-raped teacher rolled over on her back and lay still, unable 
to move and not caring. She had never felt so despoiled and sordid in 
all her life as a horrible picture formed in her mind of what she must 
have looked like, a grown adult woman nakedly being buffeted between 
two teenage boys like a helpless rag doll. Her body ached and she dimly 
felt hands crawling over the wetness of her inner thighs, which were 
still moist from Knuckles' sperm. She did not move as she felt the lips 
of her ravaged vagina being pressed apart again, and looked up through 
half-slit eyes to see the revenge-crazed Wayne kneeling between her 
open legs. He was stroking wildly with his hand at his long virile 
cock, locking his eyes on her cunt as he insanely fingered the matted 
black curls and swollen pink flesh of her wet pubic mound. She heard 
him groan, saw the leap of silver-white jetting from his penis, and 
felt a sudden rush of new hot cum flooding wetly over her naked 
breasts. She just lay there, too battered and defeated to even place an 
arm protectively across her sperm-splashed breasts, just letting the 
fresh young cream dribble down from over their fleshy globes and 
trickle across her naked sides ... For a long moment their heavy 
breathing filled the barn. Then Mickey Hagen slowly rose and said: 
"Hey, I gotta get home now. I'm late for dinner as it is!"

"I don't want to get my old lady down on me, neither," Knuckles Gerber 
added, standing and beginning to pull on his pants and shirt.

"Yeah," Wayne said as he looked down at his shuddering, once proud 
teacher, a slow grin twisting his handsome face. "I'd say Miss Frazer's 
had her fill for one day."

"Gee, Wayne ... you think we'll get in trouble over this?" Mickey asked 
in fearful hesitancy. "I mean, she might say something ..."

"No way," Wayne sneered in reply. "Not if she's smart, she won't. If 
she does, we'll just say she took us down here and threatened to fail 
us in school unless we did what she wanted. It'll be her word against 
ours, three against one, and my ol' man runs things in Montock."

"Gol-ley!" Knuckles whistled appreciatively. "I'm sure glad your dad 
will be on our side if this bitch starts yelling. She wouldn't have the 
chance of a snowball in hell."

Joan rolled over onto her face and cradled her head in her arms against 
the straw beneath her. She had dimly heard the words the boys had 
spoken, and though her mind was dazed and shattered, she intuitively 
realized the truth of what they had been speaking.

The three lewd boys chuckled amongst themselves as they finished 
dressing, and then Wayne came over and stood above her with his legs 
spread wide and his fists pressed arrogantly to his hips. "Not a word 
about this, teach," he taunted down at her. "Anyway, a good fucking 
never hurt no chick, 'specially one as old as you!

Joan felt him slap her resoundingly on her fleshy, exposed buttocks. In 
spite of the startling shock and stinging pain, she didn't make a sound 
of protest or turn over. And then she heard the hay crunch beneath 
their feet as the teenage boys turned and left her in the barn ...

The contemptuous spank which Wayne had slapped across her buttocks was 
the last straw to Joan's benumbed senses. She lay in utter exhaustion 
for a long while in the quiet barn, and oddly she felt neither shame 
nor guilt nor revulsion in the aftermath of the boy's orgiastic rape of 
her flesh. She had felt something last Wednesday, she thought, as she 
sprawled with her face to the foully matted hay; now only complete 
satiation was flowing through her in a soporific trance. It was as if 
she was becoming calloused and no longer cared what happened to her. As 
Wayne had said, there was really nothing she could do, was there? The 
boys could force her to submit to every bestial lewdness they desired, 
and there was nothing in the world she could do to stop them.

Later, perhaps, after her mind had had a chance to return to normal, 
she might begin to feel all the tormenting emotions that were presently 
drained from her. But now ... now all she seemed to be able to do was 
wonder who had proven to be the teacher, and who was the one who'd 
ended up being taught ... Finally she managed to gather enough strength 
to stagger to her feet and nakedly began to gather the tatters of her 
clothing together ...



Chapter 6


Wednesday afternoon, seventh period sex education class time!

As Joan had hoped while lying in Treakle's evil-smelling barn, the 
passage of time from then to now had helped to heal her mind and body. 
As Wednesday had rolled around again, most of the bruises on her 
ravished and battered flesh had gone away, but she still seriously 
doubted whether anything could ever entirely eliminate the damage done 
to her spirit.

She had been unable to shake the horror of her situation, and the 
living nightmare of all that had befallen her at the hands of those 
three sadistic children. And more abhorrent to her than all else was 
her own depraved submission and degenerate quest for sexual 
satisfaction. She couldn't help the constant nagging knowledge that she 
had not just succumbed to young Wayne's perverted streak of vengeance, 
but had bargained willingly, giving herself to the obscene lustings of 
him and his equally brutal friends with a wanton shamelessness that was 
unforgivable. She still was unable to feel the repugnance and self-
loathing she knew she should for her own unspeakable depravities, and 
this was frightening her more than all the wicked acts which had been 
committed upon her more-than-willing flesh ...

After she had finally managed to pull the tattered remains of her 
sweater and skirt around her naked body, she had stumbled through the 
empty field to her rooming house, where she'd cleaned herself up as 
best she could and fallen into an exhausted sleep. Luckily no one had 
seen her walking from the barn, and had it not been for the bruises and 
puffiness around her lips and eyes the following day, Joan doubted 
whether anybody would have known that something had happened to her at 
all.

As it was, she allayed suspicion with a few hastily-formed excuses, and 
locked the appalling truth inside her heart, there to remain forever 
hidden as far as she was concerned. To expose the whole hideous episode 
would be the same as slitting her own throat. The boys' word in a town 
controlled by Agnew Harrison Conroy would be all that would be needed 
to condemn her. In fact, as Mr. Blatherton had pointed out, since she 
was the teacher of the sex education class, hadn't she already been 
condemned?

Joan had decided, of course, that she had no alternative but to leave 
Montock as soon as possible, for she had truly been beaten. She had 
already handed in her letter of resignation to Ozgood Blatherton 
Tuesday, citing ill health and the strenuous demands of the curriculum 
as her reasons for quitting. The principal had been naturally 
distressed, assuming that she was going because of the "vicious rumors" 
the Parent's committee were supposedly spreading, never dreaming of the 
actual nature of her sudden decision. He had tried to calm her, but she 
had been adamant, and after some discussion he was forced to accept her 
letter sadly. But in order for her to get another teaching position 
elsewhere, she had to work another two weeks until the School Board 
acted on her resignation; it was only a formality, but a necessary one.

In two more weeks, she vowed to herself, she would pack up her bags and 
vanish from this horrid place. Until then, she could only pray that 
Wayne and his two evil cohorts would leave well enough alone and not do 
or say anything to make the situation worse ...

Now, once again, she was hurriedly walking down the aged grey hallway 
of Montock High, books in one hand, a can of film in the other. Two 
more sex education classes, she said to herself with tight-lipped 
anxiety; only two more times that she would have to formally face those 
wretched little monsters across the room and teach them of a subject 
they already had passed with flying colors. Joan felt her mouth 
twisting into a harsh, cynical smile of bitterness at this galling bit 
of irony, but as she neared Room 12 again, her stomach began to knot 
and convulse as if it had just turned over.

When she entered the classroom, the five students were in their seats, 
looking expectantly toward her. She forced herself to smile, 
endeavoring to portray an outward calm by sheer force of will, but in 
doing so she unwittingly glanced at young Wayne Conroy sitting at his 
desk. She saw his beady little eyes rake up and down over her body with 
blatant lewdness, and her belly began to churn like a whirlpool. And 
then she saw the twisted, lewd grins on Mickey Hagen's face, and the 
similar one the Gerber boy wore, and she sensed the blood draining from 
her face. Even as she looked at them, Knuckles Gerber leaned over and 
whispered something to Mickey, and they body broke out into a 
meaningful series of suggestive snickers that brought the blood roaring 
back to her cheeks in a flaming blush of color.

God, how could she go through with this hour? Joan moaned to herself. 
How could she stay in this room and act as if nothing was the matter? 
Well, if she didn't, the only alternative would be to run ... run right 
now and never look back. And then the truth would come out as questions 
about her strange behavior would be asked ... No, if she were ever to 
have another chance, she simply had to find the strength. And thank 
heavens there was another film today, so she could hide her obvious 
emotional upset behind a mask of darkness ...

"All right, class," she said with her chin held high and her voice 
unwavering, "Today we have another educational film. It's all about the 
different glands of the body, I understand, and how they operate during 
puberty to change boys and girls into young men and women. It ... It 
isn't as explicit as last week's film, but I think you'll find it most 
worthwhile."

Again the three boys sniggered, as though they had some evil plan 
cooked up between them. Joan rapped her hand on her desk for attention, 
and with a crispness of tone, she snapped: "I hardly see anything 
funny, and I assure you, class attitude will count in the final grade 
you get! M-Mickey? Will you put the film on, please!"

Mickey Hagen arose slowly, still grinning. "Why, yeah, Miss Frazer. 
I'll be right proud to do anything you want!"

Swaggering, he took the can and went to the projector at the rear of 
the room. Then, hidden by the large machine, he reached down to the 
enclosed shelf of the metal cart and switched the educational reel of 
film for another one! As he threaded the celluloid strip of this second 
movie through the projector, he looked over at Wayne and gave an 
obscene wink to his buddy. Wayne had supplied the new reel, having 
stolen it that morning from his father's private pornography collection 
in his basement den!

Unsuspecting, Joan requested Lucy Hamilton to switch off the lights as 
before, then hastily went to sit down in the front row of seats, 
unavoidably close to Wayne's own chair. Then, thankfully hidden in the 
dark, the teacher took her first breath of relief and sat back to 
watch. She heard a quiet shuffling of chairs and the patter of feet, 
and she glanced back just as the silver screen lit up, and saw through 
the dim light that Mickey Hagen had gone to sit beside Sharla 
Gronsworth, while Knuckles Gerber was now leaning close to full-
breasted Lucy Hamilton. She frowned momentarily at this strange 
behavior, but then her thoughts were jerked back to the film as the 
sound-track began to play the opening theme ...

The scene Joan viewed on the screen before her was of an idyllic 
country setting. Unlike the meadow of Farmer Treakle's pasture, 
however, this glade was more sheltered with tall clumps of trees and 
thick, lush bushes, and the ground was covered with spongy dark green 
moss. Joan could hear the faint trickling of a babbling brook running 
through the small, sunlit glen off to one side. She felt puzzled and 
more than a little nervous, for though she hadn't seen this particular 
film on glands before, she had been led to understand it consisted of a 
professor lecturing with a series of diagrams and slides.

As the teacher watched, another soft noise could be heard, and then she 
saw that a young woman was entering the clearing close to the stream. 
She was a dusky, coffee-with-cream-colored black girl about twenty-two 
years of age, and as she walked to the middle of the clearing, Joan 
suddenly felt more surprised than ever!

The extremely beautiful Negro girl was almost completely naked, wearing 
only a sheer diaphanous gown! Beneath the nearly transparent gown, her 
dark-hued breasts were full and pointing slightly upwards like an 
adolescent girl's budding young globes. The camera concentrated on them 
and the graceful fall of her long, black hair, then slowly panned down 
her sides to the gentle swell of her belly, pausing at her indented 
little navel which dotted the high center of her abdomen before rolling 
over the sweeping roundness of her tawny hips to lovingly freeze at the 
downy apex of her thighs. There, only partially hidden from total 
exposure, lay her silken, curly-haired pubic mound, soft and inviting 
to every devouring eye. Even her light, pinkish vaginal lips could be 
seen quivering slightly.

Joan shifted nervously, unsure what she should do. Not enough film had 
passed for her to be positive that somehow she had gotten hold of the 
wrong can of film, but if she had, it might still be better to let 
things alone as they were. To stop the movie now would mean she would 
have to stand up in front of the students and struggle through an hour 
of unbearable teaching, and she realized instinctively that she was 
still in no mental condition to do that. God, what should she do? What 
could she do? Palms moist with perspiration, Joan continued to watch 
the screen ...

The camera was now focusing on the young Negro woman's sensual face. 
Her features seemed almost slack, her pink tongue moistening lush, full 
lips as she looked down at herself in the gossamer covering and then 
longingly at the cool, refreshing stream nearby. The youthful audience 
could almost hear the thoughts in her head as the girl pondered whether 
or not she should take a dip in the water. There was another moment of 
indecision, and then her mind was seemingly made up. She slowly began 
to unbutton her translucent gown, dropping it to the soft moss beneath 
her bare feet. She looked pleased by her daring decision as she stood 
proudly naked in full view of the camera lens, her dark-pointed breasts 
jutting out fully from the mild-chocolate hue of her body. Naked and 
deliciously relaxed as though she were all alone in the middle of the 
woods, she softly padded to the stream and sat down on the sloping bank 
before it. She dipped one dainty foot experimentally in the clear 
sparkling water, spreading her long, slim thighs and exposing the 
quivering pink lips of her light brown pussy innocently as she did.

Joan bit her lip with trembling agitation as she viewed the black-
skinned girl slowly turn her attention from the stream to her own naked 
flesh. Up there on the screen the girl casually lay back on the warm 
softness of the moss, brilliant sunlight bathing her voluptuously 
inviting body as she began to drag her long red fingernails up the 
sides of her thighs and waist, her face smiling with anticipatory 
excitement. Her fingers curled higher along her skin until she began to 
tease small circles around one of her upraised breasts, pulling at her 
tanned little nipple until it responded eagerly, rising to an unashamed 
tautness between her prodding fingers. As she rubbed the hardening 
nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she began to languidly open 
and close her legs just enough to reveal the trembling slit of her 
vagina again, glittering with beginning moisture between her scissoring 
thighs. The camera moved around in position until her toes were pointed 
directly at it and the watching audience, and then she dug her heels 
into the thick carpet of green beneath her, a gleaming flicker of 
rising passion obvious in her ebony eyes.

The sight of the naked young woman on the screen made Joan wince with 
sudden, acute embarrassment. As she watched, she tormentedly remembered 
her own masturbation in front of young Wayne last Wednesday, and her 
same wanton disregard for common decency as this girl was portraying 
now. She blushed slightly as shame flicked through her conscience, and 
twisted her buttocks down in the chair as though she were trying to 
bury her guilty loins.

"Cl-Class," Joan uncontrollably gasped out loud to her students, "This 
... this is not the film I had for you. I--"

"What difference does it make, Miss Frazer?" Mickey asked from near the 
back of the room. "We can see the picture about glands next week."

"Sure," Lucy Hamilton chimed in where she was next to Knuckles. "This 
one looks as if it might teach us something."

"You don't want to stop it, do you?" Wayne said to her in a low, almost 
threatening voice. "If I were you, I'd let it run."

Joan glanced over at the handsome youth and caught the wicked gleam in 
his eyes. A defiance rose in her as she considered the disrespectful 
tone of his voice and the implication that he could tell her what to do 
in or out of her own classroom. But then came the warning voice in her 
mind: two more weeks. That's all you have to suffer through, just two 
more weeks ... She turned her head back to the movie, afraid to say 
yes, afraid to say no ...

The naked girl writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked 
by some unseen lover. Both her hands were running over the flat plane 
of her quivering belly as she groaned softly at her own lust-inciting 
touch, until finally her fingertips came to rest at the triangle of her 
soft, dark-haired loins. She groaned again at the sudden contact of her 
hands with the moistly swelling lips between her legs, but then pulled 
her legs up, her toes still curled in the moss. She allowed her legs to 
fall wide apart, exposing to the excited film viewers all the 
glistening tenderness of her vaginal crevice. Her fingers crawled to 
the soft, hair-fringed cuntal flesh and spread them slowly apart until 
even the dark round hole of her pussy entrance was fully visible, and 
her tiny puckered anus peeked invitingly below the splayed slit.

Joan tensed in disbelieving shock as she watched the dark-fleshed girl 
slowly insert a middle finger into the glistening pink valley between 
her widespread buttocks and begin to stroke the tiny bud-like erection 
of her clitoris. Her sensuous movements gradually increased as her 
probing fingers worked themselves deeper between the hair-fringed 
edges, smoothly widening the wet, pink lips of her contracting cunt. 
Her legs jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts, and the full 
rounded buttocks rose and fell in response as she joined two fingers 
with the first and pushed all three into the hungry pink folds of her 
vagina. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise, and a sighing moan 
of pleasure purred from her full, open mouth.

Joan was leaning forward now, her mind rebelling at the lewd spectacle 
of viewing a young black woman finger fucking her own nakedly squirming 
cunt. This picture was far more depraved and lewd than even the sex 
film of last week! Then she heard the mingling gasps of youthful 
excitement coming from both boys and girls behind her, and she turned 
around to see what was happening. She was not surprised to see that all 
their gazes were avidly glued to the film, but was shocked breathless 
as she made out in the dim light they were doing in the back of the 
room! Mickey Hagen had his hand deep up inside the unbuttoned blouse of 
Sharla Gronsworth, his fingers eagerly massaging her budding young 
breasts! Joan averted her eyes away, only to see the whiteness of Lucy 
Hamilton's thighs where Knuckles Gerber had lifted her dress above the 
tops of her slightly spread legs, exposing the smooth flesh of the 
girl's inner thighs!

God! She must demand they stop before her whole class degenerated into 
some kind of obscene orgy! But all the corrupting perversions which she 
had experienced since the previous Wednesday had turned Joan into a 
loose bundle of raw nerve ends, capable of reacting uncontrollably to 
the slightest sexual stimulus. The horrified teacher found herself 
gripped with an awe-struck immobility by the lewdness surrounding her 
and the pornographic film unreeling before her widened eyes.

Worse, Joan began to sense that her own flesh was beginning to 
involuntarily throb in response to the masturbating woman on the screen 
and the passionate embraces of the teenage couples. Desperately, she 
pressed her thighs together to cut off the unwanted tingle that had 
started by itself in the pit of her belly and was gradually working 
downward into the sensuous crevice up between her thighs. The lurid 
actions of the naked ducky-skinned girl and the blatant sexuality of 
the boys and girls were causing tiny licking flames of renewed desire 
to flicker hotly through her blood despite her unwillingness to allow 
the eroticism. She could feel small pin-pricks of delightful sensations 
racing through her pulsating breasts, hardening her tender nipples into 
chip-like projections against the thinness of her brassiere, and she 
could feel the heat of her breath rushing from her flared nostrils as 
she became increasingly stimulated.

Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew 
that no matter what young Wayne threatened to do to her, she had to 
halt this obscene film before things ran away with all of them. Events 
had already gone much too far, and Joan's face crimsoned as she thought 
of Mickey's fingers digging cruelly into Sharla's firm little breasts. 
The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and 
she could feel the warm wetness between her thighs increasing with 
every passing second.

Oh God, she had to get up and switch off that film! And yet ... she 
couldn't seem to force herself to make that necessary move. Perhaps, 
she rationalized, it would be all right for a little while longer. The 
petting of the adolescent couples behind her wouldn't hurt anything so 
long as it didn't go any further, and she could always stop them if it 
did. She would sit, she decided ... but only until the delicious 
tingling between her wettening thighs subsided. Joan turned her 
attention back to the movie, waiting in anticipation and nervous--fear 
of her own ragged emotions to see what would happen next ... The dark-
skinned girl on the mossy ground had become possessed by now. Her eyes 
and teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers 
in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove moans of pleasure 
from deep in her throat as her fingers sank into the tight, pink 
opening of her cunt, making moist sucking sounds as she withdrew them 
to push them in again. Her face had darkened as she strained for her 
rising climax. She groaned in frustration as her own fingers fucked 
harder and deeper. They were not enough, and her head rolled from side 
to side on the ground, her long dark hair flying in frustration at the 
inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating 
a wild staccato against her wantonly writhing buttocks, the groans 
faster and louder with each surging thrust.

Suddenly a giant German Shepherd dog ran into the range of the camera 
and leaped savagely toward the girl. The Negress' eyes widened in 
terror, and she jerked the back of a hand to her mouth to keep from 
screaming. She moved to lower her legs and protect herself, but the dog 
had already reached her and was growling viciously in warning. The 
young woman froze in the position of masturbation, her thighs spread 
and with her knees still drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as 
the huge beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just 
above her defenselessly unturned loins.

Joan had jumped when the dog had bounded into the clearing. Her nerves 
were already on edge, and the sudden rush almost frightened her out of 
her wits.

"My God!" she gasped to herself, voice quivering. "What is this film 
I'm showing? Surely the audio-visual department wouldn't have allowed--
"

"No," Wayne Conroy said beside her. "The movie ain't one the school 
bought."

"What?" Joan swiveled her head around, surprised by the unexpected 
appearance of the sadistic young boy beside her. "Wayne! What are you 
doing away from your desk?"

"Why, Miss Frazer," he answered with a grin through the dim light, "I 
thought I'd calm you down. I can see you're all shook up over the dog 
being there, but don't worry. He'll only fuck her."

"How do ... How do you know?" whispered Joan falteringly.

"I've seen this one before, that's how," the youngster replied, and 
then he chuckled in a low, lewd tone. "Sit down on the floor, teacher. 
We'll watch the film together."

"Wayne--"

"Sit down on the floor with me, I said," he snarled. "And be damned 
quick about it, child-molester."

Joan's blood turned to ice as she heard his obscene name-calling. It 
was a brazen, lewd reminder of the blackmailing hold the cruel teenager 
had over her life, and the fact he would have no compunction against 
following through with his threat if she didn't do exactly what he 
wanted. Realizing she had no choice, she slid from her chair, shivering 
with humiliation at the thought that all the other students would be 
able to see her obeying like this. She dropped with her knees bent 
under her, her softly quivering buttocks resting on the backs of her 
legs, and found that Wayne's arm was waiting for her. He brought his 
hand up around her waist and hugged her close to his lean, virile 
chest. Even though she was unwilling to submit to this further 
indecency, Joan had no choice but to cringe against the boy and make no 
protest.

"Now, Miss Frazer," he whispered wetly into her ear, "let's just relax 
and watch the movie ..."



Chapter 7


Joan knew she had to break away now, no matter what the cost would be 
later on. She was nearly beside herself with an almost uncontrollable 
mixture of shame, fear, and revulsion, these blending with a smoldering 
lust that was commencing to burn hotter up between her tightly clenched 
thighs. But the helplessness of her own position seemed to somehow tie 
her emotionally to the naked black girl lying quaking with fear beneath 
the snarling dog. A sadistic sense of fascination seemed to hold her 
spellbound to the floor beside the young boy. She couldn't even keep 
her eyes from the film! The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping 
the nakedly defenseless girl reminded her too strongly of her own 
submission in Farmer Treakle's barn, and shivers of revulsive empathy 
tingled through her sensitive skin as she completely identified herself 
with the scene upon the screen.

Joan squirmed as she felt her panties cutting deep into the crevice of 
her buttocks; the flimsy little bikini was already soaked and she 
squeezed her thighs together to hold back down the tingling sensations 
that were growing stronger there. She was on dangerous ground and knew 
it, but still was not able to bring herself to break away, the evil 
fascination of the impending ravishment holding her glued to the spot. 
She squirmed downward again, the back of her calves forcing the sweat 
band of her panties deeper up onto the pulsating split of her loins. 
She felt the throbbing arousal of her clitoris, and she bit her fleshy 
lower lip to hold back the unwanted sensations that were creeping from 
up between her thighs.

Her thoughts jerked back to the movie. The giant German Shepherd 
lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair-covered vagina and 
was sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a 
bitch in heat. The trembling young woman moaned in terror as the cold 
nose suddenly made contact with her puckered little anus. She tensed as 
his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around 
it, its curled tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

For a moment the young dark-skinned girl tried to squirm away, but the 
dog raised his head and growled again before starting to greedily lap 
the narrow pink slit between her widespread buttocks. He ran his tongue 
wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little anus up over 
the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny sensation bud atop her 
pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the puffy wet swelling 
like a knife through soft brown butter. It flicked relentlessly between 
her thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her moistly 
throbbing vaginal hole ... causing her to jerk spasmodically.

Joan shuddered at the sexual stimulation that indulging in something 
forbidden gives even against one's will. She involuntarily moaned at 
the change coming over the undulating Negress on the mossy ground. The 
frightened mewls that had come from the girl's terror-stricken face 
were changing to soft sighs of unconscious pleasure a feeling that she 
obviously did not want and had set her mind against, but one which the 
slithering, licking tongue was forcing her to accept and enjoy.

She is exactly the way I was last Monday, Joan thought, staring up at 
the screen; and a chill of feminine understanding rippled through her 
when she saw the dark-skinned woman finally capitulate to her 
tormentor.

The Negress raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment 
above her nakedly squirming body, then dropped them down to grasp the 
nuzzling dog's peaked ears. With a deep animalistic sound, she kicked 
her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward and into her 
saliva-wettened cunt. His giant tongue thrust up the moistened passage 
like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust little pussy without 
mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from the loudspeaker as she 
pleaded and encouraged the beast salivating between her rotating 
buttocks. He worked like the savage brute he was, the rutting lust of 
the wild driving him on ...

Joan heard another series of loud, gasping groans in the room and, in 
surprise, tore her eyes from the obscene show on the screen. The shock 
was even greater. Lucy Hamilton was on the floor, with both legs spread 
wide apart and her dress up over her hips. Knuckles' hand was inside 
her thin white panties, cupping her girlish pubic mound. Joan shuddered 
at the outline of the boy's fingers stroking under the sheer nylon 
cloth as he sunk them deep into her small vagina. Lucy, unaware of 
anyone, was grinding her young loins in rhythm to the fingers fucking 
into her. Joan could also see her other students, Mickey and Sharla, 
embracing on the floor beside their desks. Their thrusting young bodies 
were locked together as they searched each other's clothing with 
wandering hands. A warning bell sounded again in the teacher's 
subconscious mind. She knew she should call an immediate halt--now--
before her own body succumbed to the same lewd urges which were 
affecting her adolescent pupils.

But then, a heart-rendering groan from the movie pulled Joan's weakened 
mind from logical thought and back to the screen. The dog had lifted 
his head from the pleading black girl's loins to nose her over onto her 
stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance was completely gone from 
the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her vagina to a 
fiery readiness. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting expectantly 
over her, and she meekly moved to lay spread-eagled and face down upon 
the moss. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering into 
the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's naked buttocks. She 
twisted back toward the dog lasciviously, reaching to spread the ebony 
cheeks and give full access to her little brown starred anus.

The dog's tongue licked for long, avid moments, and the aroused teacher 
felt the aching hunger inside spread from her abdomen up to her 
passion-swollen breasts. She gasped for breath and squirmed harder down 
against the floor, trying to put out the fire burning in her helplessly 
quivering cunt. She felt young Wayne become more restless beside her, 
and then brazenly move his hand beneath the thin over-blouse she wore 
to rest heavily on her left breast. A jolt of terror compounded with 
lewd excitement shot through her body as he cupped the softness of her 
large, firm globe, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and 
forefinger. His hand caressing her hardening breast was causing deep 
gong-like reverberations to ripple through her entire body. 
Frantically, she tried to pull his fingers away, but her own hand moved 
only as far as the boy's--and then stayed there of its own volition, 
not obeying her mind's commands, merely lying limp and useless over his 
kneading fingers with a deep sigh, she turned her distressed eyes once 
more back to the film ...

The German Shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-ridden black girl's 
crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the ground. 
Joan's eyes widened in sympathetic response as she watched the dark 
girl's buttocks raise and bend in kneeling, abject surrender before the 
huge animal. Oh God, it was just like seeing herself submissive on the 
hay again, a relentless tongue having similarity lashed her to servile 
defeat. Both she and that girl had been crushed of their resistance by 
vigorous and unrelenting attacks upon their sensitive vaginas ... and 
God! Which was the worst to become obedient to ... a brutish dog or a 
gang of vicious boys?

The girl was on all fours now, and the huge beast was mounting the 
spread cheeks of her nakedly rounded buttocks, paws placed firmly on 
her back. The glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath 
dripping, its tapered point dangling in the hot pink crevice as the 
animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury its thick red hardness 
inside the kneeling black girl.

Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her full buttocks to try and 
capture the lengthening shaft of dog cock. Like a bitch in heat, she 
strove to swallow the long, scarlet penis up inside her voraciously 
hungry vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily 
relaxed anus, attempted to enter. With a cry the girl tensed and evaded 
the bending, up-thrusting prod in fright, but the dog returned 
immediately to the attack, having tasted success. Joan held her breath 
with her five students as they watched the huge dog buck madly behind 
the moaning girl in his mindless attempt to skewer her on the still-
lengthening taper of the huge, dripping penis. Out of control, the dog 
growled in frustration as the girl in desperation reached back and 
grasped the long slippery cock. She guided the point of it into the 
swollen pink lips of her cunt, spreading her legs wider to allow more 
room as he thrust forward.

With one mighty lunge, the giant German Shepherd jerked his loins and 
buried his huge fleshy penis deep up inside the squirming girl's 
tightly grasping pussy. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it 
was sunk to its hilt, his hairy testicles swinging below her matted 
pubic hair. A moan of relief came from the speaker as, with contorted 
lips, she began to move rhythmically backwards against the panting dog. 
As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and 
move her buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the 
depraved animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was 
turned sideways toward the camera, and everybody in the room could see 
the rapture she was feeling from the delicious screwing the dog was 
giving her. Her large, dark breasts danced tautly beneath her writhing 
nakedness, moving in time to the long lancing cock of the dog as it 
slid deep into her, like a relentless scarlet poker of glistening flesh 
burying itself deep in her belly.

Joan's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation 
bubbling in her loins grew in maddening intensity with each second she 
watched the young black girl being ravished by the dog. Her own body 
was beginning to perspire in the warm, closed room, the excited heat of 
the teenagers around her acting almost like a giant heater. Joan could 
feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her 
pubic hair, its slow, teasing trail causing her to squirm the moist, 
hair-lined fringes of her warmly throbbing pussy still harder against 
the floor. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Knuckles' 
hand was still probing under the flimsy panties between Lucy Hamilton's 
loosely spread thighs, thrusting more rapidly now inside her tight 
young cunt. Sharla Gronsworth's eyes looked glazed through the darkness 
as she ground her slender pelvis up with greater determination against 
Mickey Hagen, her blouse now open and spread back from her slim white 
shoulders to openly expose her firmly budding young mounds with their 
pink-tipped nipples. Her own small hands were dipping between their 
bodies, running wildly over the bulging front of Mickey's tight blue 
jeans.

Joan bit harder on her lower lip to keep back a groan of building 
frustration, her forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat from the 
sight and sounds of the feverish young bodies around her. Another 
trickle ran down the valley between her ripely mature breasts that 
Wayne was massaging and kneading into hardness. One of his hands dipped 
down and then rose to push the tight restricting brassiere up and away 
from her swollen, aching mounds of flesh. His fingers cupped her 
resilient globes as they came free, trapping the hardened, sensitive 
nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing them until a small 
excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from his 
teacher's open mouth.

Joan suddenly squirmed down hard, for now the brazen boy had dropped 
his other hand to her bared knees and was slipping it up between her 
legs to the fullness of her thighs. He pushed the hem of her skirt up 
and was half-way to her panties, when Joan finally found the strength 
to react and grasped his wrist tightly with her hand. She tried to hold 
him back from her, but he moved by force and soon was caressing the 
softness of her belly which quivered under her small skirt. Teasing at 
the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his strong 
young fingers rotated against the warm mound of her loins, unable to go 
further because of her tightly pressed thighs.

Joan dropped her other arm to grasp his wrist, though by doing so she 
was no longer able to hide her naked breasts from the children of her 
class. But it was not enough to stop the searching of his hand, and 
Wayne crept deeper, teasing her excitedly throbbing vagina and lower 
belly through the thin material of her skirt and moistened panties.

As his fingers worked more firmly at her loins, indecision arose in 
Joan as to what she should do. If she moved violently enough to break 
away from his grip, the struggle would certainly attract attention, 
perhaps from even outside the room. Considering what was going on, that 
would cause the very trouble she so desperately had to avoid! There was 
no more she could do without creating a ruinous scene, so Joan resigned 
herself almost with relief to Wayne's sneaky searching of her moistly 
throbbing thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment, her youthful 
lover's fingers feeling so wickedly good to her, almost as though he 
were touching her nakedness. Surely he would go no further with the 
other youngsters around like this ...

The youngsters ... Joan opened her eyes and glanced guiltily around for 
fear that her other pupils had seen what Wayne was doing to her. And 
suddenly she felt as if a mailed fist had hit her in the pit of her 
stomach! Mickey Hagen had worked young Sharla Gronsworth into such a 
fever pitch of excitement, that the teenage girl was now lying naked on 
the floor, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. 
Mickey was straddling her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face 
pressed down in her soft pubic mound below, his long wet tongue snaking 
out and flicking teasingly at her quivering little vaginal slit. 
Sharla's body jerked as the electric contact made her legs clamp 
tightly together around his head, imprisoning him between her inner 
thighs, and soft mewls of animal pleasure poured forth from between her 
small white teeth. The girl was caught in a mindless fit of 
uncontrolled lust that made Joan's mouth gape with disbelief. Her own 
torso begin an involuntary swaying in time to that of Sharla as the 
naked student squirmed in lewd delight to the nerve-shattering lickings 
of the boyish mouth glued tightly to her tender young cunt.

Suddenly Joan heard a deep gurgling sound from Lucy Hamilton, and the 
horrified woman turned to look at what her other two students were 
doing. They were both as naked as Mickey and Sharla, their stripped 
clothing scattered around them like the remains of a battlefield. 
Knuckles had a sadistic grin on his face as he lay below her, having 
taken the young Lucy brutally by her long hair and thrust the thick, 
bent shaft of his cock deep up into her innocent little mouth. Joan 
sucked in her breath, certain that the girl kneeling over him was going 
to choke to death from the cruel size and shape of the boy's long hard 
penis, but Sharla took it all. She hungrily sucked at the virile 
hardness as Knuckles lowered her head up by her hair and began to 
buffet her body between his legs. Joan watched in horrified fascination 
as Lucy's wetly ovalled lips sucked with all their might on the 
youthful hardness fucking up into her tender wet mouth.

The very rawness of the lust brought a moan to the teacher's lips, her 
tongue circling them nervously as she felt the secretions of her own 
cunt increasing between her thighs.

Oh God ... what should she do? This was horrible, allowing her class 
and herself to submit like this--and worse, enjoying it! But she 
continued to watch the dog-fuck movie and the obscene ruttings of her 
students with wide-eyed wonder, squirming slightly as she felt young 
Wayne begin to push her skirt up into her hungrily aching crevice from 
behind. A blanket of shame seemed to cover her as surging waves of 
overwhelming pleasure threatened to flood over her will to resist. 
Wayne's hand under her buttocks became bolder as he sensed her 
weakening ability to fight his taunting probes, and he hooked his 
middle finger to slide her little skirt up the backs of her excitedly 
trembling thighs in an effort to penetrate the quivering softness 
underneath.

Joan could already feel the light tickling sensation of the material 
sliding from between her buttocks and her drawn-up legs.

Oh God ... Oh God ... She could feel her skirt rising faster now, 
though still not apparent from her lap. She lifted inadvertently as a 
fingernail scratched the softness of her thighs, and then she gasped 
aloud as she discovered that there was suddenly no more dress! The 
boy's hand now covered all of the wettened band of her thin white 
panties, and his outstretched middle finger was snaking under the 
elastic leg band. Slowly he wormed into the moistly warm channel of her 
vagina, and she squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some 
tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her entire body quivered until 
her impaled cuntal walls became accustomed to the invading finger 
prodding into the lubricated softness of her cunt. She could feel her 
secretions flowing over the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as 
Wayne ground harder up inside her pussy. The young student moved his 
fingers in circles inside her soft warm cunt, expanding her tight 
little hole with each teasing rotation until the heatedly aroused 
teacher thought she would go out of her mind from his maddening tease.

Wayne could feel his long hard cock painfully jerking under his pants 
as the juice of his teacher's hotly excited pussy drenched his fingers 
with its warm moisture. His probings were inciting him as much as it 
was her, and he gasped with unrestrained excitement. He leaned forward 
slightly, pressing his moist lips against her ear and whispered: "Get 
up on your knees, Miss Frazer. I'll fuck you from behind."

"Oh God, no! I can't. Not here, not during school!" the older woman 
panted between clenched teeth, unable to stop the rocking of her vagina 
against his hand.

"You will, you damned bitch--or else!" he whispered threateningly to 
her. "I want to fuck you right now, and you want me to, I can tell. 
We'll fuck and watch the movie at the same time."

His lewd words only excited her more, and she groaned in abject 
surrender as he pushed her forward onto her hands. Her muscles were 
like rubber and she almost fell, coming to rest on her elbows with her 
buttocks once more waving in the air behind her in lewd supplication.

She shuddered as she felt the boy lift her skirt above her hips and 
bunch it around her waist, then draw her thin white nylon panties down 
over the rounded white cheeks of her buttocks and leave them pooled 
around her knees. A hot, fetid rush of air hit her backside and she 
suddenly flushed with shame. Her whole rear end was exposed to him, 
waving back in obscene invitation to any humiliation he might want to 
inflict upon it. A last thought of defiance flickered dimly through her 
mind as she heard the metallic sound of his zipper behind her. Then 
there was no more time for further thought as Wayne dropped his pants 
and his long, boyish cock burst into welcome freedom. He slipped to his 
knees behind her whitely straining buttocks and pressed the tight-
swollen head of his penis into the greedy cuntal crevice up between her 
widespread thighs.

Joan's buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the 
heatedly pulsating penis pushing against her from behind. She felt his 
hands close around the tops of her hips, gripping them tightly, his 
fingers digging into her soft white flesh.

"Reach back," he panted breathlessly. "Put my prick in your ass, Miss 
Frazer!"

"Oh no, no, not that!" Joan whimpered. "I can't do it, not there! I 
just can't!"

"Put it in, I tell you!" the boy commanded again, digging his fingers 
tighter into her flesh. "I wanna fuck my teacher in the ass!"

"Ohhhhh," Joan mewled as she felt the flesh of her thighs being 
squeezed into painful tight balls. She couldn't stand it. In 
desperation, she reached back between her legs and closed her hand over 
his hard, youthful penis. Oh God, it now felt more enormous than ever, 
far bigger than it had before! He was going to impale her in her 
rectum! He would split her in two!

Wayne squeezed again, this time bringing a louder sound of pain from 
the teacher's tormented lips. She tearfully placed the hotly throbbing 
head of his cock against her tightly puckered little anus, biting down 
hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears of fear and pain that were 
beginning to brim her eyes. She felt it begin a slow prodding and 
working against the elastic sphincter muscles, parting them and then 
slowly forcing its way inside the tight restricted ring of flesh that 
jealously guarded the entrance to her rectum. There was a great 
stretching feeling in her loins as though the tender crevice between 
her buttocks was being pulled asunder--then suddenly she felt her 
backsides swept apart and Wayne's long, virile penis slithered into her 
painfully cringing back passage like the trunk of a tree. The heavy 
weight of his loins crashed hard against her aching buttocks, pushing 
her face brutally down against the schoolroom floor.

"Gaaaaawwwww!" she strangled through clenched teeth. Her rectal passage 
was on fire! His youthful penis had penetrated it like an express 
train, and Joan struggled and jerked her buttocks in vain to escape the 
cruel impalement. But it was no use! Wayne had skewered into her anus 
up to the hilt, and she was his hopeless prisoner, stuck on the end of 
his rock-hard cock like a mounted insect. Her rectum was burning from 
the unaccustomed size of his unnatural entry, and it felt as though the 
boy were sodomizing her clear to her breasts. She moaned against the 
humiliating pain, her lips opening and closing in sensation and 
torment.

Through the daze of her shameful agony, the older woman's eyes locked 
back on the dirty movie and the obscenely swaying body of the dark-
skinned girl before the humping German Shepherd. The girl had gone 
completely out of her mind by now and was shouting lewd encouragement 
to the savage animal through tightly clenched teeth. She was begging 
him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his bestial cum deep up 
inside her cunt, wanting desperately to be filled with the animal sperm 
in her sex-crazed madness. The girl was no longer human but a quivering 
mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh begging to be subjugated. She was 
groveling in humiliation at being fucked by this panting beast, 
grinding her wantonly thrashing buttocks back against his hairy jerking 
body as if she were another dog. Joan watched with a masochistic gleam 
shining strangely in her eyes, reveling in much the same manner as the 
dark-skinned girl was to the cruel humiliation the dog was subjecting 
her to.

Behind her, gasping and panting with delight, Wayne began to saw 
rhythmically in and out of the soft, rubbery confines of her rectum. 
Gradually the pain began to ease a little, and Joan began to feel even 
more masochistic pleasure ripple through her. Watching the girl 
succumbing to the depraved fucking of the dog's thick penis, coupled by 
the ravishment of the two naked girl students in the classroom, was 
sending unfamiliar thrills of wicked sensations coursing through her 
entire being. She began to undulate her soft-fleshed buttocks 
lasciviously in circles in rhythm to the long young cock sodomizing her 
behind.

The handsome adolescent stretched the quivering moons of his teacher's 
buttocks wide with his fingers, watching in the dim light of the room 
as the pink folds of wetly glistening flesh clung to his long impaling 
shaft on each withdrawal stroke. A feeling of absolute power rippled 
through him as he held Joan's hips down in total subjugation to the 
rock-hard cock skewering relentlessly up into her ass. His fingers 
gripped her harder, squeezing the soft, unresisting thighs with 
sadistic strength, hurting her, hearing moans from her tormented throat 
as she struggled helplessly beneath his merciless torture.

Joan's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion now. She 
spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart and stretching with 
difficulty the flimsy nylon panties still hanging around her knees. She 
could feel with obscene delight the wispy pubic hair at the base of his 
immature loins brush tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her 
buttocks. She could feel his tunneling young penis behind her imbedded 
far up inside her rectum, routing its fleshy hardness deep inside her 
rubbery sheath where no man had been before. Forgotten was the 
humiliation of bending like a slave while a boy half her age fucked 
into her rectal passage; forgotten were the nakedly fucking boys and 
girls around her; forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her 
knees. All that mattered to her now was the perverted lust surging 
through her flesh like a raging fire out of control. She wanted to be 
fucked in the ass like this; she wanted to be subjected to any lewd 
demands placed upon her pleasure-wracked body.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me deep in the ass, lover-boy!" she breathed 
rapturously back at Wayne. "I like it, I like it, oooooh God, cum, cum, 
cum in my ass ..."

Through lust-dimmed eyes she watched as young Sharla Gronsworth 
climaxed spasmodically around Mickey Hagen's tongue sucking her tender 
wet cunt. To Joan's passion-swept gaze, the boy's thick, pink tongue 
seemed to disappear into a strange, lengthened fusion to Sharla's 
moistly spread vaginal lips as he drove his mouth forward to sink as 
far as he could into the warmly perfumed pussy. The young girl danced 
beneath him, gasping out her orgasm in incoherent, high-pitched mewls, 
slapping upwards with her straining little cunt in unison to his 
maddeningly lapping tongue.

Then, without warning, Knuckles Gruber jerked his cock from Lucy 
Hamilton's sucking lips and held his rigid hardness about two inches 
away from her face. With an expiring groan escaping from his chest, the 
boy began to spew hot, fresh sperm from the bulging head of his penis 
directly into the young girl's open mouth. The thin, quick spurts 
streamed from his wildly jerking shaft like milk from a cow udder, 
filling her tender mouth to the brim. Lucy swallowed voraciously, 
trying not to lose a drop of the hot boyish cum as her Adam's apple 
bobbed up and down rapidly in an effort to keep up with the ejaculating 
cock shooting its lewd semen into her face.

Joan groaned at the obscene picture of the girl's self-inflicted 
humiliation, as the youthful penis throbbed out its last remaining 
spurts of the liquid, and thin strings of the hot sticky fluid ran down 
from the tip of his penis to her glistening lips like a lurid spider 
web of sexual connection.

Suddenly the passion-driven teacher jerked her attention back to the 
movie, as a loud cry came from the soundtrack. The young black girl was 
twisting her head from side to side on the moss, experiencing her own 
beginning throes of orgasm. The giant animal's tongue hung from his 
mouth as he fucked into the dark-skinned buttocks waving from behind. 
She screamed suddenly and screwed her thighs wildly back against the 
dog just as he jerked forward and his cock began to spit its sperm deep 
inside her tightly clasping cunt. Joan watched in fascination as the 
girl's smoothly rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, 
signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick 
white liquid oozed from her tightly squeezed pussy around the penis of 
the dog, and thin white trails of animal cum ran down the dusky columns 
of her thighs. Her backsides glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair 
and pink vaginal flesh as she pitched forward on her face unconscious. 
The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled cuntal 
hole with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the classroom. The 
girl was now out cold and the dog stood above her, wagging its tail in 
obvious appreciation. In a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped 
his head to her wide-splayed vagina and licked at the white flowing 
semen throbbing from her still pulsing cunt. He gulped at it hungrily 
until at last there was no more, and lay down contentedly between her 
open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft pubic hair of 
her ravished vagina ...

"Oh--Oh God, Wayne!" Joan gasped. Her whole body twitched and writhed 
uncontrollably, her passion stimulated even more by the sight of the 
climatic abandonment all around her. "Ohhh yes! Fuck me hard, lover-
boy! Fuck me hard in my assss!" she begged, gasping. She was fast 
approaching her own orgasm, and her flesh had surrendered totally to a 
madness she had never known before. The smooth, warm folds of her 
rectum squeezed tightly around his virile penis until she could feel 
every corrugated inch of skin on his rigidly pulsing cock. She screwed 
her buttocks back up against his belly until she could feel the 
tantalizing tightness of his testicles press hard into the wet, wide-
stretched crevice of her vagina. The soft, fuzz-covered skin of his 
scrotum danced teasingly against her sensitive pussy lips, sending 
shivers of lewd delight surging through her ravaged nerve-ends ...

Joan saw the flash of light as the lamps of the room flicked on, and 
clenched her eyes tightly to block it out. Through her haze of pain and 
passion, she was only vaguely aware of the naked boys and girls 
gathering around to watch her, but nothing mattered except the 
youngster driving into her anus from behind.

"Je-zus!" she heard a voice like Sharla's breathe, "look at Miss Frazer 
go!"

"I told you she would," a Mickey Hagen-like voice laughed maliciously. 
"Once that dirty movie started, she was a goner!"

"Think you want a little of her?" Wayne asked as he grunted savagely 
behind his teacher's bucking loins.

"If you don't fuck her to death, I will," Knuckles gasped.

"Gee, I'd like to see that!" a Lucy-like voice answered through Joan's 
haze, "I want to see the stuck-up bitch screwed good. She flunked me in 
the last test we had."

The puzzling young voices continued as the remarks became more lewd by 
the second. But it didn't matter to the older woman, her body white-hot 
with lust and driving her on unheedingly.

"Man, look at that ass of hers climb!" the Mickey voice gasped hotly. 
"Don't split her in half, Wayne, don't split her down the middle!" Joan 
was unable to stop as she felt her climax begin to spiral through her 
flesh. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for her 
end. And then--and then--

It happened! Wayne started a long, low howl that swelled to a shout as 
he began spewing his fresh, virile sperm deep up inside her hot, 
slippery rectum, Joan squeezed her buttocks up against his jerking cock 
while her feet pounded desperately against the floor with her seething 
emotions.

"I ... I'm cumming! Ohhh, you bastard lover-boy, I'm cumming too! Fuck 
me! Fuck me harder in the ass!" she pleaded in a voice shrill with 
passion. Her hands darted behind her to pull the cheeks of her nakedly 
quivering buttocks wider apart, her cum juice flowing wetly out around 
her vaginal crevice and flowing down over his tight round balls as 
Wayne dug more deeply into her. Bright flashes filled Joan's brain as 
she continued to groan out her orgasm, her juices still flowing in 
unrestricted gushes around the dancing moons of her bouncing buttocks. 
Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts of 
the boy's young sperm continued surging wildly into her anus, filling 
her belly to the bursting point with his youthful whiteness.

Then--it was over, Joan's mature body drained of everything. Her limbs 
collapsed loosely to the floor of the schoolroom as Wayne's grip on her 
thighs was released. She lay spread-eagled face-down as she felt his 
deflating penis slip from between her legs, and the boy moved to lie 
exhausted beside her still gyrating hips.

"Roll her over, Mickey," the Sharla voice said eagerly in the distance. 
"Roll her over and jam your prick to her tits!"

"Yeah," the Hagen youth taunted as he grabbed his nakedly helpless 
teacher and whipped her over into a helpless, lewd position on her 
back. "What's it going to be, Miss Frazer?" he grinned obscenely down 
at her. "Suck or fuck?"

Joan gasped at the force of the boy's powerful fingers and looked up 
through the narrow, hazy slits of her eyes at the leering teen-age 
youth poised nakedly above her unresisting body. Fire still licked 
throughout her loins in spite of her recent climax, her passion spurred 
on by her sheer helplessness and the depraved position in which he was 
holding her. Through glazed, lust-smoked eyes she could see the faint 
blurred images of the other students standing over her, but now it was 
not important. The fires of unfulfilled lust raged out of control in 
her wildly pulsating cunt and nothing else mattered at all.

"Fuck me," the older woman hissed between clenched teeth, and wriggled 
her lush, full buttocks at the young, immature boy in lewd, 
unmistakable invitation. "Go on! Fuck me, little lover! Oh God, all of 
you sweet children fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me ...!"

The last was a shrill scream of rapture as Mickey fell forward driving 
his long hard cock in to the hilt with one smooth stroke. Within 
seconds Wayne had mounted Sharla and Knuckles was deeply imbedded in 
Lucy's madly quivering little cunt. The three females lay side by side 
... fucking joyously ... screaming out their lewd encouragement to the 
three boys atop them ...



Chapter 8


Ozgood Blatherton walked determinedly down the hall of Montock High, 
flanked on both sides and behind by a group of men and women. The 
principal was talking to the large, rather thick-set man on his left, 
glancing upwards at the other's ruddy-complexioned face through his 
pebble-lensed glasses.

"I tell you, Mr. Conroy," Blatherton was saying in his high-pitched 
voice. "I tell you that you and your Committee are making a disastrous 
mistake."

"I'm sure you do," the white-haired man beside him dryly answered. "But 
that's no excuse for your insisting that we all come to school this 
afternoon. I have better things to do."

"Your Committee of Concerned Parents," Blatherton replied, waving a 
pudgy hand at the throng of adults around him, "have forced one of my 
best teachers to resign. Why, you should be glad to have 'new blood' in 
this school district. God only knows--"

"Watch your language," Mrs. Rasmussen reproved from behind him.

"God only knows," the principal repeated firmly, "that it's extremely 
difficult to recruit for this small and out-of-the-way area."

"It's a fine town," Elmer Dodderly snapped. "A fine one until this 
newfangled idea of--well, you know what kind of education."

"I don't mean that," Blatherton said as they all approached Room 12. "I 
only mean that your irresponsible talk about poor Miss Frazer has 
caused her to quit us. She was an extremely disturbed young woman, I 
assure you, when she came to see me yesterday. I'm only hoping that 
after you see a class of hers in operation, you will change your mind 
and we can prevail upon her to stay."

"All right," the father of young Wayne Conroy said, his own wariness 
clear in his voice as Blatherton reached for the door knob. "Let's go 
in and take a look. But I warn you, Blatherton, this had better be 
good!"


The End