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YW-119 - Sex Teaching Teacher by Carl Burton

Chapter 1

While sitting on the john, with her panties down around her knees
and her skirt hiked up, Susan tremblingly reached for the wad of
toilet tissue which blocked the peephole between the boys' and
girls' rest rooms.

Some naughty youth had cut the hole long ago - before Susan had
taken the teaching job in Poplar Gap. The girls kept stuffing it
with paper, and the boys kept pulling the paper out. Today Susan
was going to do the pulling. She had done it before.

Her heart pounded as she plucked the small paper wad from the
hole. She bent and brought a wide brown eye: in line with the
aperture.

The giddy hope, which had drawn her to the rest room after she
had observed Tommy Lanson entering the boys' room, was
thrillingly fulfilled: From just inches away, Susan stared with
one near-to-popping eye at Tommy's adorable, pink-headed cock
which he held between his thumb and forefinger after having
urinated. A final drop fell from the little slit at the end of
his penis. He shook the 13-year-old appendage and seemed about to
place it back into his pants.

Oil. no! Susan thought, for she wanted to admire it awhile
longer. It was such a beautiful little prick!

The pricks of young boys obsessed Susan. She frequently thought
about them, dreamed about them, and visualized them in her mind's
eye. She rarely had an opportunity to see one in the flesh, and
she wanted to make the most of it.

To make the experience even more delightful, Tommy was her
favorite among all the pupils in her eighth grade class. He had
blond hair and a fresh, baby-smooth face which glowed with
innocence. How Susan would have loved to cuddle him ... to
tenderly take his clothes off ... to press her vibrant nakedness
against him and to ...

She dared not think of the rest.

Tommy looked down at his pubescent cock. His shaking of it had
caused the cleanly circumcised organ to expand a bit and lengthen
perceptibly. He shook it some more.

With her heart hammering in her throat and her eye aching from
the strain of staring through the peephole, Susan thrilled as the
young lad's prick stiffened to truly formidable size. The proud
head rose, swelling and growing red as a tomato.

Oh. my God! Susan said behind a throat that was dry with tension.
Her gleaming pink lips gaped sensuously.

The lad on the other side of the partition, unmindful that he was
being spied upon, lovingly stroked his hard, up thrust pecker.

Susan squirmed on the toilet seat. Suddenly she had acquired a
raging inferno between her thighs. Actually, however, her tight,
velvet-lipped pussy with its thick and wispy black hairs was not
between her thighs at the moment but was more or less hanging
down in the toilet hole. She glided a delicate hand across the
smooth, cream-toned skin above her right stocking top. Susan
never wore pantyhose, because she had too much respect for her
lovely legs and hips to encase them, sausage-like, in that ugly,
suffocating garment. Her pink-tipped fingers reached the hair and
soft lips of her budding cunt. She parted the delicate labia,
finding them already moist, and tickled her throbbing love-bud.

A hot breath escaped her mouth, and she writhed ecstatically.
Tommy, meanwhile, released his prick and watched it spring so
high that it nearly touched the front of his pants. He gave a
pleased chuckle.

Susan rubbed her clit. The voluptuous waves of emotion that
surged through her battered down the wall of her prudishness, and
she imagined taking Tommy's strong, boyish prick in her mouth.
She could almost literally feel it there, the hot head bulging
against her tongue, the shaft, like iron covered by velvet,
holding her lips apart and stroking between them.

She gasped as she pinched her wildly palpitating ditty.

Then Tommy turned away from the urinal and started, whistling, to
the mirror. Alone in the restroom after school, the other boys
having all gone home, he seemed to be enjoying the parading about
of his hard prick. He took out a comb and tidied his hair,
pausing once to give his hard-on a twang, causing the
springy-taut began to bounce up and down.

From her angle of vision, Susan was able only to glimpse the head
of his organ at the bottom of the mirror. Then Tommy shifted his
hips slightly, and even this limited view was denied the lustful
young teacher.

"Shit!" Susan said softly.

She would never have used that word where anyone could hear it.
She murmured it to herself only in the most trying of
circumstances, when no lesser expletive would suffice.

Tommy's hard-on having subsided as quickly as it had sprung, the
lad stuffed his penis back into his clothes and left the john.

With a sigh, Susan stood. She drew up her pink, silken panties,
which lovingly embraced her trim belly and pouting, firm
buttocks. She ran her fingers along the creases below her lovely
rear cheeks, tucking the panty elastics nearly into the grooves.
This drew the sheer nylon tautly across her ass. She let her
skirt drop. No slip had been called for on that warm spring day.

Susan inwardly trembled with frustrated passion as she strode
from the outdoor restroom. Each brushing caress of her silken
thighs against each other, made moist by the girlish nectar that
was seeping through the screen of her panties, further inflamed
her desire. Her fair cheeks were pink, her brown eyes intense.
Her loose-fitting skirt, which extended nearly to her knees,
whipped about her thighs as she walked, her high heels tapping
briskly on the blacktop that surrounded the small-town
schoolhouse.

Susan had some test papers to grade, but was in no frame of mind
to think about math while her blood raced and her private parts
tingled. She wanted only to lock up her room and hurry the four
blocks along Second Street to the sedate old Malcolm house where
she rented a room. There she would sink into a soothing bath and
calm herself so that she could face the Malcolms at dinner
without feeling like a slut.

Gathering up the examination papers and the books she would need
for her evening's "homework", Susan left her classroom for the
night. She no sooner had emerged from the old brick schoolhouse
and clicked down the stone steps before a rattly pickup came
chugging to a stop in front of the school.

One might have suspected that red-haired Rusty Lanson had scented
Susan's desire, like a male dog scents a bitch that is due, but
an altogether different purpose had brought him to the school.
Susan glanced and recognized him from her first PTA meeting at
Poplar Gap. He and Tommy lived alone together, their parents
having died in an auto accident several years ago.

"Thought maybe that kid brother of mine would be just coming
out," he called, "and I could give him a ride. But I guess the
rascal has already taken off for home."

"I'm afraid he has," Susan replied, and turned to walk up the
street.

"Want a lift?" Rusty invited, his white teeth flashing in a broad
grin as he took in the beauty of the teacher's flashing legs and
lustrous black hair. He was a tall, rugged 24-year-old, just a
year older than Susan.

She glanced his way, startled.

"Well, don't look as if I'm the big, bad wolf come to eat you
up," Rusty said, though a bit of eating was not the furthest
thing from his mind. "Save those pretty legs, why don't you?"

Susan was mildly vexed by his forwardness. She disliked men like
Rusty. Brash, arrogant studs, she regarded them. But her legs
were shaky, as a result of her abortive self-dalliance in the
restroom, and she needed to sit down.

She climbed into Rusty's pickup.

"Thank you," she said demurely, looking straight ahead.

She felt the man's eyes caress the rounded thrust of her breasts
beneath her summery blouse as the pickup eased forward.

"Well, how are you gettin' along with all the kiddies?" he asked,
making conversation. "Have you settled into the routine yet?"

"Oh, yes," Susan replied, still not looking at Rusty.

"Man, I sure wish there'd been teachers like you when I was goin'
to school," he said. "If there had, I never would have
graduated."

Then you'd be the biggest dummy in the class! Susan thought of
saying. But she managed only a slight smile and still didn't
glance the man's way.

"Y'know," he persisted as the pickup crept along, Rusty
deliberately drawing out the short trip, "you and me ought to get
to know one another better."

Susan was tuning him out. He didn't interest her in the least. He
was only a ride, as far as she was concerned, and the shorter the
better.

Then suddenly he did something which changed the situation with
the suddenness of a sunburst through gray clouds: He
impertinently reached over and clasped Susan's thigh.

An electric jolt went through her. Her body had been begging for
just such a contact as Rusty provided, and her nerves went on a
spree. She gasped, her parted lips quivering as she stared at the
man.

Rusty seemed surprised by her positive response. Surprise quickly
turned to joyous anticipation.

Rusty took his hand away and jerked the pickup into a screeching
turn.

"Wh-where are you going?" Susan panted.

"It's such a great day," Rusty said, his voice quivering tensely
though he tried to sound cool, "you oughta have a little ride
through the country."

"But I don't want a ride!" Susan protested. "I ..."

Rusty's hand was on her thigh again, this time kneading, his
long, strong fingers digging deep between her firm, tapering
columns. Flashes of intense heat struck Susan where she lived.
She felt her cuntal lips taking on blood, trying to spread.
Slickness oozed between them. Her clit tingled.

She felt as if she were strangling. She was scarcely able to
breathe, let alone to speak.

As the pickup rocketed along, quickly leaving the small town
behind, Rusty flipped up the girl's flimsy skirt.

"Heyyy ... wow!" he said as he ogled her stockings and garters
and the marvelously enticing patches of naked skin above the
tightly cinched stocking tops.

His hand wrapped itself around a bare thigh. He delighted in the
warm smoothness of Susan's flesh. His snug-fitting Levi's became
painfully constricting.

Susan was fighting for breath, her whole body throbbing. The
strip of her panties which extended between her legs was sopped.
She wanted to fling her legs apart.

She still didn't want Rusty. She didn't want any man. But she had
to have something. Her defenses had toppled like a kid's wall of
blocks.

Her lovely thighs yawned, and Rusty's hand skidded to her
nylon-sheathed crotch. The pickup weaved crazily, drawing an
angry honk from a car that barely managed to pass from the
opposite direction. Susan's brain swirled as Rusty stroked her
hot, wet cunt through her slippery panties.

"You wild bitch!" he exclaimed hoarsely. "God damn, you sure want
it!"

Shame mixed with Susan's wild arousal but was quickly overwhelmed
by her need. She hadn't had sex in months, though she had thought
about it and dreamed about it and yearned to be released. Never
mind that she had only thought and dreamed about young boys.
There were times in a woman's life when a prick was a prick, and
the lucky man who caught her at such a moment could be
Toulouse-Lautrec or Frankenstein; it made little difference, he
would get in.

The pickup bounced and screeched and sent back billows of dust as
it careened down the sloping shoulder of the road into a grove of
trees. It came to a stop where some large bushes shielded it from
the highway above.

Susan's hot ass was jostled on the vinyl seat. She felt about to
spasm.

"Oh Christ!" Rusty exclaimed, pulling the aroused girl against
him. His firm lips spread her sweet mouth open and kissed it with
a spearing tongue.

Susan thrilled to his oral thrust. Rusty's big hand was on a
bulging breast, squeezing it through her thin blouse and bra. He
felt her stiff nipple through the fabrics, pushing against his
palm.

He rolled Susan's titty as freely as was possible through her
clothes, but he was frustrated by their constriction. She had
dropped the books and papers she had been holding and they were
scattered on the floor of the pickup about her feet.

Rusty's hot, slippery tongue stroked prick-like between her lips,
thrashing in her wet mouth. Her own tongue stirred mindlessly
against it.

Rusty's free hand went to her back, found the tab of her zipper,
and yanked it down. Susan couldn't think. She didn't want to. She
let Rusty pull the top of her blouse down to her lap, exposing
her white brassiere with her large breasts squeezed together
inside it and partially bulging over its top.

The man wasted no time going for her bra strap which he deftly
unhooked. He jerked the bra away, setting Susan's titties free.
The big boobs bobbled - a creamy extravaganza of exquisitely
rounded flesh with nipples rusty-red and rigid, tilting out and
slightly upward big as the end-joint of a little finger.

Rusty groaned and grasped the luscious breasts, his fingers
sinking into their springy softness. Susan flung her head back,
moaning as the man swiped his tongue across one of her nipples.
Then he was sucking that firm tip deep into his wet, warm mouth
and was nursing like an infant, lapping against her nipple with
his tongue as he drew at the unproductive but nonetheless deeply
satisfying breast. He twisted his head, grinding his mouth
against her pillowed softness as he growled deep in his throat.
His hand mauled her other breast, twisting and tweaking at its
nipple until that sensitive stem felt as if it would burst from
throbbing.

Susan's tits offered so much firm, shapely flesh to play with
that Rusty was having a ball. His long cock throbbed in the leg
of his Levi's. Suddenly he let Susan go. Her head lolled on her
shoulders. She could only think about wanting to lie down - but
how?

Rusty solved her problem by grasping her stocking-clad legs,
swinging them up and toward him. He pulled on them, skidding
Susan on her panties along the vinyl truck-seat. He pushed her
legs high in the air, and the befuddled teacher found herself on
her back, her raven hair hanging over the edge of the pickup's
seat.

The slim, hard-bodied man went for her panties, pulling the pink
garment toward him. The black hair on her mount of Venus gushed
into view, and a hint of her adorable slit through the hirsute
forest. Rusty pulled her panties slithering along her stockings
as she kept her legs wantonly raised. Her hairy cunt peeped at
him from between the tops of her thighs. Picking the damp, soft
nylon off her shoes, Rusty gave it a toss. Susan's pants sailed
out through the window of the pickup and hooked on a bush.

Rusty spread her legs apart.

No matter how many women a man succeeds in placing on their
backs, he never fails to thrill strongly at the first sight of
each new cunt when its guardian thighs are spread wide. Every
cunt is different from every other. The differences are usually
subtle, but the experienced womanizer appreciates them
nevertheless.

Rusty had spread enough thighs in his time and even at his
comparatively young age to appreciate the exceptional delicacy
and clean configuration of Susan's snatch, gleaming in slitted
splendor beneath curling wisps of black hair. Though Rusty was
holding her legs well apart, only the narrowest slice of pink
inner flesh could be seen between her large labia. That was how
tight Susan's pussy was.

Since her legs were sticking far up, the man had a delightful
view of her asshole, as well. It was superbly dainty, its beige,
star-like puckers converging on a tiny pink slit which could
hardly be imagined to accommodate a prick, though Rusty knew the
little aperture would stretch sufficiently with the right kind of
coaxing. Some other time, he dared to hope. Today he didn't have
the patience.

Rusty's salivary glands were working, and his taste buds demanded
a treat. Having had a great deal of experience for a man of his
age, he had progressed more rapidly than most rural playboys,
passing in the last couple of years from the simple
thrust-and-spurt phase of sexuality to that of suck-and-savor.

Bending into the V of Susan's stocking-clad legs, Rusty caught
the scent of her thoroughly aroused vagina. She was a fastidious
young woman, bathing carefully each day, so the aroma, though
strong, was not stale. It was just as a worldly man liked it.

Rusty teased himself - and Susan - for brief moments by licking
her inner thighs while continuing to inhale her marvelous
fragrance. He ran his work-roughened hands up and down her outer
thighs, across the tops of her stockings and along her smooth
skin traversed by garters, enjoying a pleasure which most girls
didn't offer because of their stupid adherence to pantyhose.

Susan squirmed.

Is he really going to kiss me there? she wondered wildly. Right
ON it?

She had been treated that way only once by a man, and that was
Uncle Harry. No! she told herself. I can't think about HIM! I
can't!

Mercifully she didn't have to, because Rusty thrilled her by
doing what Uncle Harry had done, thereby providing a new focus
for one of the most exquisite sensations a girl could feel: A
wet, warm, wiggly tongue parting the portals of her pussy,
dipping in and finding her quivering clit, then licking that
slippery nubbin until she felt like screaming and kicking at the
stars.

Rusty savored the scent and taste of Susan's well-heated cunt,
spreading its lips with his thick tongue and sucking up its
sweetness. His nose burrowed in the thick tuft on her mons, where
her fragrance clung to the wispy, curly hairs. Her scent and
flavor so aroused the horny male that he couldn't spend as much
time with his head deep between her thighs as he would have
liked. His eight-inch cock demanded to be released from its
prison ... demanded to get into this girl and fuck her until they
reached paradise together.

He straightened on his knees as much as he could, his bushy red
hair pressing against the ceiling of the truck cab. Through
bleary eyes, Susan watched him claw at the front of his jeans.
Her furnace was hot - as hot as it had ever been in her life -
and to say "no" at that point would have been out of the
question.

Rusty's long, hard prick sprang out.

"OOOOH, GOD!" Susan exclaimed, and grasped it.

"Easy, baby ... easy ..." Rusty begged. "Ooh shit, let me get it
into you!"

"Yesss!" Susan hissed, and took her hand away. She shut her eyes
and heard herself say, "Fuck me! Ooh, damn it, FUCK MEEE!"

The man was wild with exultation as he scrambled forward between
her upraised legs. Grasping his cock, he pointed the lengthy
torpedo down into the girl's soft, slippery nest. The tip of his
organ parted her labia, gaining partial entry. The thickness of
his cockhead stretched her encircling warm flesh, and she gasped.
Ready as she was, there was some hurt as the narrow mouth of her
pussy accommodated the widest part of the man's organ. She had
been used only a few times in her life, the last more than six
months ago.

Rusty's cockhead was fully inside her now, and he was giving her
his long, straight shaft.

"Oooooh!" she moaned with delight as his hardness sank into her.

"Jesus, you're tight!" Rusty said.

"Just fuck me, fuck me!" Susan panted.

"Christ, yes!" Rusty exclaimed.

He began to stroke, pulling and thrusting his, iron-clad cock in
the young teacher's writhing, slippery hole. He drove deeper with
every plunge until his balls slapped her anus and he was sticking
so far up inside her that Susan imagined she could feel him in
her throat.

Susan clutched his back. She clamped her stocking-clad legs
around him.

They fucked with feverish need, panting and moaning and making
the truck's seat creak. The warmth of the girl's encircling pussy
and its snug slickness made Rusty's head light with ecstasy. His
long, thick hardness stropped her clit just right and titillated
every nerve-end in her vagina. She squirmed and thrust, her
titties vibrating against Rusty's chest. His shirt scratched her
nipples, adding to her stimulation.

Susan felt herself nearing a climax. Her fingernails bit into
Rusty's back through his shirt. Her hot breaths exploded near his
ear. He caught her scented earlobe in his mouth and sucked it.

He fucked her harder.

"OOOOOOH!" she cried, and her universe burst asunder in a
dazzling display of out-rushing lights. Her belly heaved, her
cunt clutching spastically on the man's fast-stroking rod.

She felt Rusty jerk inside her and heard his blissful groan as he
shot his seminal bullets deep within her belly. She went into a
second spasm of heaving and jerking. She panted and clawed at
Rusty's back.

Then she was wholly spent and fell limp.

Rusty pushed himself up and looked at her.

"Was anything ever better?" he asked, and grinned gratefully.

Susan stared at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look funny."

"Get off of me, you pig!"

"Huh?"

"Get OFF!"

Susan began to beat at him.

"Well, for Christ's sake!" Rusty exclaimed in amazement as he
pulled out of her and scrambled away.

Susan swung her legs around, jerking her skirt down. Her breasts
were shaking nakedly, and she quickly pulled the top of her
blouse up, forgetting about her bra, which was on the floor of
the truck's cab.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Rusty demanded as he
pulled up his jeans and secured them. "You dug it! You can't kid
me about that."

"It was dis-gust-ing!" Susan spat, and tried frantically to
straighten her hair with her hands.

"Well, you're sure one crazy babe! That's all I can say. Your
cunt was hot when I picked you up, and you fucked like a
goddamned rabbit. Now you're try in to tell me you didn't like
it. Shit, you're sick!"

"Just shut up, will you? SHUT UP!"

"Sure," the man said bitterly.

He started the pickup.

"Oh, wait!" Susan exclaimed, staring through the window. "My
panties!"

"Go get 'em," Rusty said.

The girl opened the door of the truck. Pushing an errant lock of
hair away from her face, she climbed out and snatched her panties
off the bush where they had hung. They had been out there like a
signal flag, she thought, proclaiming to the world that she was
rutting with a man!

"Well, don't look!" she snapped at Rusty, who grinned insolently
as she prepared to step into her underwear.

Rusty looked away, then glanced back just in time to glimpse
Susan's beautiful white bottom as she nudged her skirt up and
pulled her pink panties into place. She snapped the elastic and
let her skirt drop.

She was blushing as she climbed back into the truck cab.

"Look, I'm sorry this ended on a sour note," Rusty said as he
backed the pickup around. He headed back up to the road. "I'd
like to see you again."

"In a pig's eye!" Susan said, staring straight ahead.

"You figure I did you wrong, huh? I don't get that. You didn't
try to stop me. I know something about women, and you wanted it!"

Susan knew what was true. She had wanted Tommy, but she had let
Rusty seduce her. That made her a slut. Emotionally she reverted
back to the day many years ago when her mother had caught her
with Uncle Harry. Her mother had scolded her unmercifully and had
told her to play with little boys and leave grown-ups alone.
Susan was twelve years old at the time.

"Just take me home, if you will be so kind," she told Rusty
sarcastically.

"Sure. But don't think I'm gonna leave you alone from now on.
What we had there for a few minutes was too great! We're gonna do
it again, baby, and even better. I'm gonna make you admit you
like it."

Susan didn't reply. She tried not to think about what Rusty had
said.

She was concentrating on the hot bath she was going to take as
soon as she got home. She really needed it.

Chapter 2

Chester Malcolm was forty-eight, wore glasses, and was getting
bald. He also had a paunch. He ran a hardware store in town.

His pale, somewhat watery eyes showed a strange light when he
looked at Susan - and he looked at her a lot - but he had never
put a hand on her or said anything out of line.

He was married to a stern little woman with a dumpy figure, and
Susan speculated that if they ever had sex it couldn't be very
good for him. She felt sorry for him in a vague way, but she was
no altruist where sex was concerned. She had her own problems.

After dinner that night, Clara Malcolm went to her weekly club
meeting, and Chester settled down with his pipe in front of the
TV. Susan entered the living room after having finished grading
the math papers in her room.

"Well hello, little lady!" Chester said, and rose.

"You don't have to do that whenever I walk in," Susan told him
with a smile. "I'm only a boarder, after all."

"But you're a mighty pretty young woman, and you deserve
courtesy," Chester said.

He was a nice man, she concluded. She took a chair near his and
crossed her legs. Feeling his gaze, a quick glance told her that
he was admiring her trim knees. She glanced back at the detective
show on TV.

Uncle Harry had been about Chester's age when he had "attacked"
her, if that was the word. He hadn't actually penetrated her, but
he had felt her up and down and taken her clothes off and kissed
her between the legs until she would have let him do anything. He
had just unlimbered his big cock when his younger sister -
Susan's mother - stormed into the room. Susan had never forgotten
how his prick had suddenly gone limp as spaghetti.

Chester stood. "How about a little after-dinner drink?"

Susan smiled. "Oh, no. I really couldn't."

"Come on. I'm gonna have one. You wouldn't want me to drink
alone, would you?"

Maybe a drink is just what you need. Susan told herself. Anyway,
old Chester isn't going to try to seduce you. He wouldn't dare.

If she had thought about it at the time, she would have concluded
the same thing about Uncle Harry.

"Well, maybe a little one," Susan said.

Beaming, Chester hurried to get a bottle, ice, and glasses.

The TV show didn't command Susan's interest. It was half over,
and she didn't care much for detectives anyway. Her thoughts
drifted to Tommy and his beautiful young cock.

Oh, you ARE wicked! she told herself. But that didn't turn off
the erotic fancy.

Deep inside she didn't feel it was so bad to admire young boys.
It wasn't as if she really intended to do anything about it. What
she had done with Rusty was far worse, she believed, than her
desire for Tommy.

Chester gave her a drink, and she sipped at it.

He downed his quickly. "Hurry up now, or I'm gonna get ahead of
you," he said, indicating his empty glass.

"Oh, I only want one," Susan replied, beginning to feel a bit
warm and relaxed.

"Nonsense!" Chester said. "A bird can't fly on one wing."

"Well, I don't contemplate flying." Susan sipped.

"Not even a little bit?"

Susan glanced at Chester, and he was smiling at her with that
strange gleam in his eyes. She felt a bit uneasy. Her cure for
the sensation was to finish the drink in her hand.

Chester rose and took her glass.

She could have insisted that he not pour her another. But she
didn't say anything. She was feeling quite good by that time and
wanted to feel better.

Susan had gotten drunk very few times in her life, always with
men, and it always had ended with her on her back and those
bastards panting on top of her. Well, she wouldn't get drunk
tonight, she vowed - and even if she did, she wouldn't lie down
for Chester. Of course, the question was academic, because
Chester wouldn't force the situation to that point. Sure, he
liked to look at her, and he probably had his dirty thoughts, but
he valued his respected place in the community and he had a
strait-laced wife. No, Chester was quite harmless, Susan
believed.

She took the second drink he offered, not noticing that it was a
double.

She sipped. Chester gulped. He watched her.

She squirmed a bit on the chair seat. For some unaccountable
reason, her pussy was getting warm. It had been a crazy day - her
first wild day since she had come to Poplar Gap and it wasn't
over yet.

"You know, you're just about the prettiest thing we've had in
these parts since as far back as I can remember," Chester said,
his speech showing a trace of thickness.

"Oh, now ... " Susan said. She laughed and lifted a lock of black
hair away from her cheek.

She had almost finished her second drink and was feeling loose.
Her thoughts were fuzzy. The uncomfortable warmth persisted
between her legs.

"What do you say we turn off this television and put on some
music?" Chester suggested.

"I don't mind," Susan said.

The paunchy man got up and darkened the set. He stepped to the
stereo, set up some records, and in a few moments soft, rhythmic
music filled the room. Chester turned off a lamp, leaving just a
single one aglow, and that was dim.

"Like to dance?" he asked, grinning at Susan as he moved over in
front of her chair.

"Sometimes," she admitted. Her brain seemed to be dancing on air
already.

Chester drew her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her. She
felt the soft thrust of his belly and smelled the mingled aromas
of tobacco and booze. She shut her eyes and let the older man
guide her about the carpeted floor. The surface was no good for
dancing, but that wasn't really what they were doing. They were
just stepping a bit and swaying to the music.

Chester's hand seemed restless at the small of her back. She had-
put on a sweater and skirt for the evening, and he was feeling
around where the two garments met. Susan wondered hazily about
it, but she felt too good to mind.

The man's fleshy hand slid down. It brushed the tops of Susan's
buttocks.

Should I say anything? she wondered. She felt nice and warm. No,
he's not hurting me.

Chester's hand slid lower. He gently massaged Susan's ass.

"Heyyyyyy!" she said, and pushed back to look at him. She gave a
throaty chuckle.

Chester chuckled, also. His eyes were glinting in their
moistness. "What's the matter? Don't that feel good?"

He kept rubbing her buttocks, back and forth and gently in
circles. Her firm curves were supple, clad only in light panties
beneath her skirt.

The massaging did feel good, Susan was forced to admit to
herself. Warm and kind of soothing. She snuggled against Chester
once more. They kept dancing, doing a slow turn. Chester held her
tightly.

She wasn't sure when she first felt his prick. By the time she
realized it, she thought she had been feeling it for quite
awhile, She started to panic.

But Chester was holding her securely against him, still dancing,
still tenderly massaging her ass. The liquor had really grabbed
hold of her by that time. She had taken six ounces of
hundred-proof bourbon, and dinner had been three hours ago. To
all intents and purposes, Susan was drunk.

Chester began pulling up her skirt.

Why, the old fool! she thought. The dirty old man! It struck her
as funny that he thought he could get anywhere with her.

It will be a kick to let him work himself up and then stop him
cold, she decided. That will serve him right. It will be like
Uncle Harry all over again. but this time I'll do the stopping.
And then I'll laugh. Why the very idea of him thinking he can
make me!

Chester pulled her skirt up to the small of her back and placed
his hand on her silken panties. The smooth, thin briefs clung to
her rubbery buttocks which were gyrating gently as she moved to
the music.

Chester's prick pushed harder against her. His breath was coming
quicker near her ear. Susan felt funny - not aroused really, but
strange. This was indeed like a throwback to that time with Uncle
Harry. Chester was too old and respectable to be afraid of, and
yet ...

"Maybe you'd better stop it," Susan said. Her tone was mild, and
her voice sounded strangely husky to her own ears.

"Why?" Chester asked, his tone even huskier than hers. "We aren't
doing anything wrong."

"You don't think it's wrong to have your hand on my panties?"
Susan asked.

"I think it's great! You've got such a nice little bottom."

He was exploring her bottom more boldly by that time, his
fingertip tracing the cleft between her buttocks, which wiggled
as she danced. He caught hold of a shapely ass-cheek and wobbled
it up and down.

Despite the liquor, which had made Susan tolerant, she was
becoming distressed. She didn't care to be pawed in such a cheap
fashion. She pushed Chester's arm away and wiggled out of his
embrace, her skirt dropping.

"I'm really surprised at you, Mr. Malcolm," she said,
straightening her hair and trying to appear dignified. Her tongue
was a bit thick, and her cheeks wore a faint blush, which was
attractive.

"Please!" the middle-aged man suddenly blurted. "Let me make love
to you! It won't hurt you. In fact, I can make you like it. And
it will give me such pleasure!"

Susan stared at him, and suddenly he appeared such a comical
figure - with his pants-front protruding and a pitifully earnest
expression on his flabby face - that she couldn't help laughing.
The laughter served as an emotional release for her, and it
rolled out as she tilted her head back. Her breasts quivered in
her snug sweater, since she hadn't bothered to put on a bra that
night.

Chester's countenance changed. The girl's laughter had stung him
like a whip. Now his pride as well as his sex drive demanded
satisfaction, and the liquor he had consumed gave him the courage
to go after it.

He rushed Susan and, before she knew what was happening, tumbled
her onto the sofa. He landed on top of her. He pulled at her
clothes and twisted her over. She found herself ignominiously
stretched out on her belly with her skirt bunched at the small of
her back and Chester holding her down so that she couldn't get
away or even effectively strike him.

He gazed at her lovely young ass in skin-tight, sheer yellow
briefs., and at the luscious, full bareness of her thighs with
garters extending down them to tightly grip the tops of her
light-brown hose.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, young lady," he said thickly.
"You mustn't laugh at a man."

Injury was added to insult as he began to spank Susan on her
panty-clad ass. Slap! Her buttocks wobbled. Slap! her tender
flesh smarted. Slap! The erotic sound of the spanking over-rode
the soft music from the stereo.

Susan writhed and whined. She tried to strike or kick the man,
but to no avail. All that her squirming accomplished was to fire
Chester's passion even hotter as her beautiful bottom wiggled in
her thin panties. He spanked that delectable. soft target, making
it bounce.

Finally he could no longer tolerate Susan's panties between her
lovely ass and his hand, and he hooked the top elastic of her
briefs, pulling them down. Susan felt her bottom being bared to
his lustful gaze.

"No!" she cried. "Stop it! Damn you!"

Chester paid no heed to the girl's anguished protests, but pulled
her panties all the way down her legs and off over her shoes
while continuing to hold her firmly against the sofa. Her bottom
was exposed to him in all its white, shapely splendor, the cheeks
plump yet firm. Her ass was framed by the skimpy structure of her
garter belt and the top bands of her stockings.

Chester raised his hand and brought it down smartly on both
cheeks of her bottom, compressing, then wobbling them as he
lifted his hand for another blow. The slaps of flesh-upon-flesh
were sharper sounding than before, and they stung more. Susan
yelped. Tears gushed from her eyes. Her bottom burned.

Red blotches appeared on the curved, creamy flesh as Chester
spanked her. Susan alternately writhed and jerked, causing her
ass to wiggle, then quiver like Jell-o. Chester kept punishing
her lovely, tender bottom.

Somewhere in the course of the spanking Susan was not sure when -
she started gaining erotic pleasure from the act. Pleasure from
pain and humiliation. It was a new experience for Susan, and she
didn't understand it, but she couldn't deny the intense
stimulation that was coursing through her - turning her nipples
stiff, making her pussy hot, causing her clitty to tingle as her
cunt rubbed against the abrasive sofa.

A change occurred within Chester, also. He was hot and had been
since before the spanking had started; he was even hotter now.
The change was that compassion took the place of his desire to
punish, and such a wave of erotic tenderness swept over him that
he stoppede slapping the pretty girl's quivering, rosy bottom and
bowed his head. He began kissing the inflamed flesh that he had
spanked.

As he pressed his face against Susan's bottom, her flesh
compressed resiliently. She was warm and soft down there. Chester
kissed her delightful ass and licked it.

Susan moaned. The man's moist kisses were soothing and pleasant,
particularly on that intimate portion of her anatomy and
particularly after it had been spanked so vigorously. The idea of
having her ass kissed pleased Susan, also. She had never
experienced that pleasure before.

Chester's mouth skidded across the deep, tight cleft between her
buttocks, from one cheek to the other. His soft lips caressed
her. He licked her satiny skin.

Susan, still responding to the liquor, with passion now added to
it, lifted her ass invitingly. Chester, who was pretty drunk
himself and more aroused than he had been in years, accepted the
invitation by running his wet tongue between the girl's lovely
buttocks. He licked up and down her ass-crack.

"Ooooooooh!" Susan exclaimed excitedly. Her bottom gave a spastic
jerk which caused Chester's tongue to sink deeper.

To Susan's happy amazement, the man's moist tongue-rip was
tickling her asshole. This sent wonderful shock-wave,> of delight
coursing through her.

For his part, the middle-aged man derived a giddy and equally
amazing pleasure from licking the pretty girl's anus. She was
exquisitely dainty there.

Chester clambered around onto the sofa, between Susan's legs, and
boosted her bottom into the air. He buried his face between her
soft buns, licking madly, then let his nose slide down her crack
as he shifted his oral attentions to Susan's super-soft and
already-moistened cunt.

The girl didn't know what to do. She had been sure that nothing
would happen between the paunchy, middle-aged man and herself -
but now he had her on her knees and chest with her bare ass
upraised and he was plunging his tongue into her pussy! What's
more, she was digging it! How could she stop him? She didn't want
him to stop.

He rolled her over and placed her stocking-clad legs on his
shoulders. Hunkering down into the luscious V of her thighs, he
kissed and licked and sucked to his heart's content ... and Susan
went wild.

"Oooh, Ches-ter!" she exclaimed passionately. "Wowwww! I love it!
Oooh, please don't stop!"

Chester had not the slightest intention of stopping. His eager
tongue was plowing the soft, slitted flesh between Susan's
thighs, licking up and down, wiggling her pussy folds. He
slathered his saliva over her outer lips as well, plastering her
curly, silken hairs against the velvet skin. He sought out her
clit to lick and suck it.

Susan whooped and arched her torso, clawing at Chester's hair.
His glasses fell off and dropped to the floor. Susan lost her
shoes as she kicked her legs wantonly. She drummed her stockinged
heels against Chester's back.

The middle-aged man clutched the backs of her thighs, above the
tops of her stockings, and spread them even wider apart, bending
them forward at the same time. His thumbs pulled the velvet
draperies of her pussy open, exposing all her luscious, pink
inner flesh. He pressed his mouth into the moist, warm feast and
sucked. He licked. He plunged his tongue into Susan's hot, grabby
hole.

"Oooh, Chester, FUCK me!" she cried. "I need your prick!"

It was the sweetest, most thrilling demand that Chester had heard
in years, and he was not slow in complying. He surged up over the
lovely girl tore at the front of his trousers and pushed them
down, along with his boxer shorts, His cock, which was stiffer
than it had been in years, leaped free. Its pink tip protruded
from the ring of his foreskin.

As Susan watched, wide-eyed with admiration and excitement,
Chester grasped his member and rolled the foreskin back. The head
of his prick was moist and rosy. It swelled.

Susan had a crazy urge to bend to that prick and lick it - even
take it into her mouth - but Chester didn't give her the chance,
He fell forward atop her, guiding his prick with his hand so that
it cleaved the velvet portal of her pussy, entered her tight,
slippery hole, and sank six inches into the lovely girl.

"Ooh!" she cried with pleasure for, even though Chester's cock
wasn't as big as the one she had gotten that afternoon, it was
big enough to fill her - and thrill her - without forcing an
expansion of her cunt.

A wave of exquisite delight inundated Chester's senses as he held
his cock deep inside the lovely girl. He grasped the bottom of
her sweater and pushed it up, causing her bare, lovely breasts to
bounce free. Leaning on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around
her luscious titties and squeezed them, forcing Susan's stiff,
ruddy nipples high. Chester twisted his head and bowed to suck a
delightful tit.

Susan writhed around the man's deeply-embedded prick, the motion
stimulating the nerve-ends in her pussy and enhancing the sense
of fullness which she derived from having his cock inside her.
Chester was very good for an older man, she decided, offering as
much hard meat as a girl could want. And the thorough kissing he
had given her beforehand had been luscious!

He was continuing that generous oral treatment as his mouth moved
from titty to titty, sucking and licking, and tugging on Susan's
stiff, throbbing nipples.

Finally he began to stroke his prick in her pussy. He moved more
slowly than Rusty had or than the other young men who had screwed
her. Chester acted as if he was willing to let it last all night,
and. Susan knew she had a long, scrumptious fucking in store. She
had heard that about older men, and It seemed to be proving true.

Each thrust of Chester's prick filled her with delight. Susan
squirmed and panted. Her cunt wiggled around the man's stroking
rod. Her titties shook, and Chester could watch them because he
was braced on straight arms, above her exquisite body. He also
took delight in watching the passionate contortions of her pretty
face. Her rosy, moist lips parted, and her dainty tongue-tip
appeared between her gleaming teeth.

Chester fucked her harder, but didn't speed up. The sofa groaned
beneath Susan's ass, which was being forced rhythmically into the
cushion by the man's lusty thrusts.

Her senses reeled giddily. She didn't think about what was
happening. No thought was needed. Susan only felt and enjoyed.

The forty-eight year old man savored every plunge of his
long-deprived prick into the lovely girl's tight, slippery hole.
He thrilled to her passionate responses as she writhed beneath
him. Leaning on one arm, he used his free hand to cup one of her
quivering breasts. He caught her rigid, red nipple between his
extended fingers and squeezed it. He shook her full and resilient
titty up and down.

"Oooh, Chester!" she exclaimed. "You're driving me WILD!"

"I want to ... drive you wild!" he panted. "I want to ... fuck
you until you ... can't stand it!"

"Oooh, yes ... yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me harder! Your prick
is ... delicious!"

Delicious! Chester thought. Oh God. If I could just get her to
take it in her mouth! But they had progressed beyond that stage.
He couldn't stop the luscious fucking even for the more forbidden
thrill of having her suck him. Maybe some other time, he dared to
hope. Yes! There would have to be another time. After tonight,
she would want it as much as he.

The belief that he had established a new relationship with his
lovely young boarder excited Chester even further, and he felt
himself approaching a climax. He let out all the stops and fucked
Susan with every ounce of energy he could command.

This was more than enough to send the young woman into a spasm of
ecstatic completion. She cried out and drove her lithe hips
against the man who was spearing her. Her brain swirled.
Everything let go. Susan screamed as a hot rush of blissful
satisfaction enveloped her. She felt Chester's vigorous spurts as
his prick twitched deep inside her.

She fell limp.

Chester covered her body with his somewhat flabby form. He bathed
her face and neck in kisses. He twisted his head and sucked at a
still-firm nipple.

Susan was returning to sanity. The fact that she was still drunk
didn't inhibit that process, only distorted it.

"You raped me!" Susan accused shrilly, and began to beat at the
man.

He quickly pushed up to look at her. "What are you saying?"

"You raped me, God damn it!" Susan slurred. "You got me drunk and
raped me!"

"Will you quit shouting like that?" Chester demanded in obvious
anguish. "Think about the neighbors!"

"I don't care about the fucking neighbors!" Susan said, speaking
as she never would have done if she had been sober.

"Oooh, my darling angel!" Chester exclaimed, and tried to kiss
her on the mouth.

But she continued to beat at him, and she writhed, preventing him
from making contact with her panting lips.

Finally Chester gave up and climbed off. What else could he do?
Embarrassed and a bit frightened by the girl's sudden emotional
turnabout, Chester pulled up his clothes and secured them.

Susan sat up, her titties jiggling. She jerked her sweater down
over the erect, shapely mounds and pulled her skirt over her damp
bush.

She struggled off the sofa, nearly falling as she snatched her
panties from the floor. She half-ran, half-staggered to the
doorway and up the stairs. She was crying.

Susan left behind her a befuddled and fear-ridden man who had
just experienced the most exquisite pleasure he had known in
years and now was afraid that he might be called upon to pay for
it in a way that would ruin him.

He rushed to the bottle and poured himself half a glassful of
booze.

Upstairs Susan threw herself onto her bed and sobbed, her
resilient ass-cheeks quivering in her thin skirt. She still
clutched her panties in her hand.

Chapter 3

"Miss Campbell, can I talk to you a few minutes?" Tommy Lanson
asked as school was letting out the next day.

Susan beamed. "Why, of course, Tommy. Come on up here."

The blond-haired youth, eager but a bit bashful, walked to the
front of the room while the rest of the people noisily exited.

"What is it, Tommy?" Susan smiled from behind her desk. Her eyes
flicked across the modest bulge at the front of the boy's snug
jeans, and a slight rosiness brightened the teacher's cheeks.

"Well, it's just ... I don't quite understand that new arithmetic
problem. I mean, with those percentages and all."

"Well, Tommy, I'll explain it to you. Come around here." Susan
indicated that he should stand beside her chair.

The lad moved to position. He was so slim and beautiful, Susan
thought. If only I could TOUCH him! REALLY TOUCH HIM!

Tommy stood very close to her as Susan began to explain the
problem that had given him trouble, writing it on a piece of
paper on her desk. She had difficulty concentrating on the
explanation she was trying to give. She began getting hot between
her legs.

Susan's sexual re-awakening of the day before - and the hands,
and at the pricks, of Rusty and Chester - had, far from
discouraging her interest in young boys, whetted it. Her guilt
over Rusty and Chester was an important factor. It was wrong to
have sex with men, her childhood impressions continued to tell
her, but to be with young boys was different. That wasn't a sin,
so her mother had said.

Responding to a sudden warm rush of desire Susan slipped her arm
about Tommy's waist. She thrilled at this contact with the lad's
firm, slim body. Tommy obviously felt something also, for he
glanced quickly at his teacher and a slight blush came to his
smooth cheeks.

She smiled at him. "What's the matter? You're not shy with women,
are you?"

What am I SAYING? Susan wondered wildly. I shouldn't be talking
to a student like that!

But nothing could stop what had been started. It was like
yesterday with Rusty and Chester ... but so wonderfully
different! Susan was hot - so hot she could hardly stand it.

"I don't know if I'm ... shy or not," Tommy said, looking at her
strangely.

Though he had just turned thirteen, and had yet to experience a
sexual release, the lad had frequent erotic feelings ... and many
hard-ons. Girls his own age excited him. Women did, also -
particularly Miss Campbell.

The bolder boys in her class talked to one another about her
titties and her shapely ass. Tommy listened. Sometimes he even
joined in. In bed at night he would fantasize about peeping at
Miss Campbell when she took her clothes off, watching those
gorgeous tits of hers bob into view, and watching as she slid
down her panties. Having sneaked a few peeks at girly magazines,
Tommy knew what tits looked like - and what pussies looked like,
also. Pussies scared him, though. He wasn't exactly sure what to
do with them. He knew that guys pushed in with their pricks, but
what happened after that?

His fantasies about Miss Campbell always gave him a vigorous
hard-on, which he enjoyed immensely. He would writhe against the
bed-sheets to provide tactile stimulation. He even would handle
himself a little. But nothing ever happened, and his hard-on
eventually would slump ... or he would go to sleep with it and
dream about other things. He wasn't yet quite a man.

"There's no reason for you to be shy with me, Tommy," his teacher
said, being carried along by the force of her desire. She drew
him closer to her. "You don't, uh, dislike me, do you?"

"Oh gosh no, Miss Campbell!" The boy reddened more. Susan exulted
as she realized Tommy was responding to her warmth and nearness.
If only she dared to ...

She did dare.

Why not?

No one would know. By that time the schoolhouse was empty. The
janitor wouldn't show up to make-his rounds for another hour or
so.

Giddiness overwhelmed Susan. Knowing she was doing wrong, but
unable to stop herself, she twisted on her chair so that she
faced Tommy. Still holding him around the waist, she placed her
free hand on the front of his snugly-trousered thigh. She felt a
tremor pass through the lad. Susan surged. She skidded her hand
to Tommy's crotch and boldly fondled his cock and balls through
his jeans.

"M-Miss Campbell!" the youth yelped.

His prick instantly grew hard, pushing against the prison of his
pants. His cheeks flamed. He was hot all over.

Susan was every bit as heated as he. Her steamy cunt-lips were
lathering, dribbling girl-cream onto the crotch-strip of her
panties. Her nipples pricked up in her bra. Her throat was tight.
She was panting.

The instant hardness of Tommy's youthful cock, which she felt
through his jeans, thrilled the long-frustrated teacher. She had
to take out that beautiful prick! She had to hold it and look at
it. She had to stroke it. She had to HAVE it!

She attacked Tommy's fly with sudden determination, throwing all
decency to the winds.

As she pulled down his zipper, the boy became frightened. What
was she going to do to him? What was he expected to do to her?

He jerked away from her, backing up on strong legs which had
turned rubbery. His fly was open and, as he moved, his hard prick
popped out. Responding to its sudden freedom, it soared upward,
nearly touching his belt buckle. The clean, bare head swelled.

"Oh, my God!" Susan breathed hotly, and leaped up to pursue the
lad.

But he backed against the blackboard and cried, "Miss Campbell,
PLEASE!"

Excited though he was, he was begging her not to touch him.

He needs more stimulation. Susan thought wildly. He needs to see
what I have for him. If I show it to him, he'll want it. He won't
be able to resist. He's mature enough to be horny. That beautiful
hard prick of his proves it!

The circumstances gave Susan no opportunity to practice finesse.
Tommy was at the point of running, and if she was to bring him
around she felt she must act boldly and quickly. Anyway, her own
need demanded it.

She lifted her skirt.

Tommy's eyes widened as he gazed at the teacher's bare thighs
above her stocking tops, and at her white panties which clung
silkily to her pubic mound and gently rounded belly. A shadow of
her dark triangle showed faintly through the pale nylon.

"Tommy ... look!" she exclaimed, momentarily mad with lust, and
stripped her panties down.

The lad's jaw dropped as he stared at his teacher's bushy, dark
snatch. This was what had stimulated, yet frightened him when he
had guiltily looked at pictures of it; now he was seeing it in
the flesh - in the hair and flesh and it frightened him even
more.

His up thrust prick quivered, then suddenly fell limp and he ran
to the door, without looking back. He stuffed his penis back into
his clothes and zipped up as he feverishly left the room.

Susan stood staring, with her panties around her stocking tops
and her skirt obscenely elevated. At that point she could
scarcely believe what had happened - what Tommy had done or what
she had done, either. It was as if she had been demon-possessed
and he, sensing her evil, had run from it like the innocent
creature he was. She felt horribly ashamed and wicked. Worse than
that, she felt frustrated as never before in her life.

She pulled up her panties and let her skirt drop.

"Hey, what happened in here, teacher? My kid brother lit out like
he had a scalded tail. Don't tell me you gave him a whipping."

Susan stared, at the tall, rugged redhead who stood in the open
doorway, grinning insolently, his legs planted apart, the front
of his snug jeans bulging with his manly attributes.

"You look kinda funny, too," Rusty went on, squinting at her. He
continued to grin. "I'll bet you were whipping the tyke!"

Susan couldn't speak. She could only stare at the crotch of
Rusty's pants. Her eyes remained riveted there as he walked
toward her, a fact which the man couldn't fail to notice.

"Y'know, I just stopped by to ask you out tonight," he said, his
tone turning husky. "But I don't guess I'll have to do that. A
girl like you don't have to be bribed with no dinner and a
picture show, do you?"

Trembling, Susan dropped to her knees in front of the dominant
male. She needed to do penance for what she had attempted with
Tommy. And more than anything else, she needed a cock.

She clawed at the fly of Rusty's pants.

She heard him catch his breath and felt his legs grow tense. She
pulled out his prick, which hung like a bulb-ended salami - not
limp but not yet rigid.

Susan's brain spun with the thought of what she was about to do.
She had never seriously intended to do it, but the idea had
teased her many times, as it did most girls. Suddenly now she
felt she had to perform the act - like it or not, even if it made
her sick.

She lifted Rusty's long cock toward her lips, feeling the
responsive organ stiffen in her encircling hand. She stared at
Rusty's bare, rosy bulb as it grew. Her nostrils dilated as she
breathed in his prick's musky fragrance.

Oh, God. I surely will be sick! she thought as she drove her
mouth down onto the bulging cockhead, encompassing it completely,
locking her lips into the groove behind it, feeling it compress
her tongue, feeling the hard shaft stretch her lips ... tasting
it ... smelling it ... and she began to suck.

Wildly.

Rusty writhed on the balls of his feet and blindly tousled the
teacher's black, silken hair. His eyes were closed, his head
tilted back. He bit his lip.

He had never experienced such a thrill in his life. Not that he
hadn't had his cock sucked before, but never by a don't-touch-me
girl who pretended to be so proper and suddenly went wild at the
touch, or today just the sight, of a man. The fact that it had
happened without advance notice made it all the more thrilling.

A passionate groan escaped Rusty's mouth, and he began to drive
his cock forward and back between Susan's lips. She was sucking
so hard that his urethra burned. Her tautly stretched lips were
like a wide rubber band around his big dick. Her teeth dragged
across his corona, giving excruciating stimulation.

To Susan the act was wildly exciting because it was forbidden
and, she thought, nasty. Part of her response was due to a need
she felt for degradation, and this act surely degraded her. But
then she began to appreciate the act for itself. She found that
having a big, stiff cock in her mouth furnished some surprising
sensual delights - the hardness of the shaft between her lips,
the fullness of the glans which stimulated her tongue and palate
with its pressure, but most of all the smell and taste of it. It
was wild dirty, maybe - but strangely good. And getting better.

What Susan didn't like was the way Rusty was ramming at her. She
was forced to pull back with his thrusts, to keep herself from
gagging and perhaps to save her throat from being ruptured. She
made inarticulate protesting sounds against the man's
mouth-filling meat.

Rusty finally brought himself under control and stroked more
gently, with short, teasing motions. Susan liked that. His horny
ridge slipping back and forth between her lips was stimulating.

"Don't suck so ... goddamn hard!" Rusty panted.

Susan hadn't realized how hard she had been drawing on his prick.
She hadn't sucked at anything so earnestly since she had-given up
her mother's titty. She sucked more gently and moved her tongue
against the underside of Rusty's dong.

"Ooooooh!" the man finally groaned "I'm ... going to ..."

He pulled his prick out of Susan's mouth, and the wet, stiff
organ whipped in the air.

" ... SHOOT!" Rusty cried in desperation.

He let go with a blast that struck Susan full in the face. The
goo splattered over her nose and lips and came close to her eyes,
but didn't quite get into them. Startled and frustrated by the
sudden abortion of the titillating oral intercourse, she fell to
the side just in time to avoid Rusty's follow-up blast, which
struck the front of the teacher's desk and dribbled down. He was
clutching his cock by then, aiming it downward as far as he
could, and his third and fourth spurts hit the floor.

Susan crouched and panted, staring at his excitement being
dissipated while her pussy burned. She tasted his cum which was
on her lips.

God damn him! she thought. Oh, damn him to hell!

It's your own fault, girl, for sucking his cock, an inner voice
told her. But didn't it taste good? Didn't you DIG it?

No! Susan told her other self firmly. I DIDN'T dig it! And it
tasted nasty! I'll never going to do it again.

But it didn't make you sick, did it? her other voice taunted.

It probably will. My stomach feels funny.

Actually it wasn't her stomach that was bothering Susan, but her
cunt. Her hot, yearning cunt. What in God's name was she going to
do with it? Rusty's cock was now too soft to help her.

She wiped her face on a hanky she carried in a little pocket of
her skirt, then rose to her feet while Rusty stuffed his limp
prick into his pants. He grinned.

"That's how it goes sometimes, baby," he said, apparently not
embarrassed in the least. "Sometimes we both get our rocks off,
sometimes just ..."

"I certainly won't go out with you!" Susan sniffed. "And before
you leave, will you kindly clean up the mess you made on my desk
and the floor?"

"Oh. Sure." Rusty glanced about.

"There's some Kleenex in my right-hand bottom drawer," Susan
said, and left the room. She didn't feel like bothering with
books or paper.

Where did a young woman go when she needed to be serviced?

It was too bad, Susan thought wickedly, that there weren't houses
of prostitution that women could frequent when they were hard-up
for a prick. Perhaps there were in some cities, she speculated,
but surely not in Poplar Gap.

There were bars, however.

Susan had done two daring things already that day - things she
had never thought herself capable of - and the third came easy.
With her warm thighs grinding moistly on the sopped silken strip
of her panties, she walked down the street toward Main. The bar
she was headed for was right around the corner. It was dark, she
had noted before in passing by. The darkness might afford her
some anonymity, she hoped, though she wasn't overly concerned
about that right then. Her sensual need was more important.

"Sorry, we don't serve unescorted ladies," the bartender said as
Susan walked in.

There were two young bucks seated at the neat end of the bar.
They grinned at Susan, and one of them said, "She ain't
unescorted. She's with us. Ain't you. babe?"

He reached and grabbed her by the arm. Trembling, Susan let
herself be drawn to a bar-stool between the farmhands, the other
having moved down one place to make room for her.

"What's your name, baby'?" the first man asked, ogling her tits.

"Sue," she replied, hoping this might distinguish her from
teacher Susan Campbell, whom more of the town's grownups knew by
name than by sight.

"I'm Chuck," the more forward of the two men said. He was fleshy
faced, in his early twenties, and had light hair. "That there's
Fred," he added, indicating the taller, dark-haired male at
Susan's opposite side. Fred had a steely look and seemed a bit
older, though perhaps he wasn't. Silent, serious people always
seemed older than their years.

"What are you drinking, Sue?" Fred asked. His voice was
low-pitched and had a hard edge like his gaze.

"I ... I'll have a beer," Susan said. thinking that sounded
better than ordering hard liquor. She doubted that the bartender
knew how to make a decent martini.

"One beer for the lady," Chuck loudly told the barman, "and give
my buddy and me another round of bourbon, huh?"

The bartender winked and went about it.

Susan felt out of place. She didn't like Chuck and his friend,
and she didn't enjoy sitting at the bar with them. She wondered
if anyone deeper inside the darkness of the place had recognized
her. She didn't want to look around for fear that might
facilitate recognition.

Her beer arrived, and she sipped it. She hoped it would steady
her nerves. At least, it was cold, and it satisfied the thirst
she had developed.

It also took the taste of Rusty's cock out of her mouth. She
wasn't sure whether she was happy about that or not.

You wicked person! she scolded herself. What's happened to you?

"You're pretty cute," Chuck said as he eyed her. "You live around
here?"

"I, uh, am just passing through," Susan said, and sipped some
more beer.

"Checkin' out the local joints, huh?" Fred suggested.

Susan gave him a barbed look. "I felt thirsty and wanted a beer.
Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Hell no, baby," Fred said, and toasted her with his shot glass.
He knocked the bourbon down.

"Well, uuuh, what you got planned?" Chuck inquired, his fingers
doodling along her bare arm. They gave Susan little shivers.

"Nothing really."

"Then how about us makin' it?" Chuck boldly suggested.

There it was - what Susan had wanted. The only trouble was, she
wasn't sure she wanted it any longer. Perhaps a warm bath would
serve her just as well, she speculated. And she could always play
with herself a little.

A hot jolt went through her as Chuck's hand landed on her thigh.
He squeezed the firm, tapering column.

"Come on, baby," he said, snuggling close.

"Both Fred and me are free tonight."

"B-both of you ... ?" Susan murmured, a new naughtiness
insinuating itself into her mind.

"Yeah," Fred spoke up. "That is, if we can get a bargain rate."

Susan stared at him.

"Two for the price of one, so to speak," he added gazing at her
with his flinty eyes.

"I'm not a ... " Susan began angrily, in a loud tone. She caught
herself at the last moment and lowered her voice. " ...
prostitute," she completed.

"You mean you don't charge for it?" Fred asked incredulously.

Chuck was playing with the hem of her skirt, under the edge of
the bar. "You dumb-ass farmer!" he said. "Of course, she don't
charge for it. She's just a sweet young gal lookin' for a little
fun. Right, baby?"

He slid his hand all the way up her leg and pinched the wet
crotch of her panties. Susan's head turned light. Her mouth
flopped open.

Chuck was staring at her, close up. But he spoke to Fred, softly,
"Holy Christ, man, you oughta feel what I'm feelin'."

"Yeah, what's that?" Fred asked, as Susan continued to thrill to
Chuck's pinching, probing fingers.

"Her pussy's wet as a swamp," he said. "I mean, she's achin' for
it."

"Well shit. then, let's give it to her," Fred said, and slid off
the stool.

"N-no ... I mean ..." Susan stammered. She was thinking, Two of
them! TWO of them!

"Just what do you mean, baby?" Chuck purred, his whiskey breath
striking her in the face as he hooked her panties aside and stuck
his finger up her hot, oily cunt.

"OOH!" Susan exclaimed, and nearly fell off the bar-stool.

Chuck was circling his stiff finger inside her, driving her wild.
"Ready to go?" he asked.

"YES!"

Chuck pulled his finger out of Susan, and she pushed her skirt
down. She was panting. Her legs didn't want to support her at
first as the young men guided her from the bar and to a flat-bed
truck which was parked outside.

Chuck walked around to climb behind the wheel, and Fred opened
the right-hand door.

"In you go, baby," he said, and Susan started to climb up. He
grabbed her ass and pushed her the rest of the way, then slid in
beside her.

Chuck was at her other side. She felt like a piece of meat in a
sandwich.

Chuck started the truck, and they went jiggling down the street.
The truck turned at the first corner, heading out of town.

"Where are you going, man?" Fred asked the driver.

"Old Man Simmons' back forty," Chuck replied. "We can get there
along that road next to Haley's place. Shit, nobody will see us
out there. We can park for two hours."

"Look, I don't know if I ... " Susan began tremulously.

"Give her some finger," Chuck told his friend.

Susan felt very cheap. But this didn't distress her enough to
make her stop Fred when he got under her skirt and glided his
hand up to where Chuck's had been. He stroked the slippery wet
shield of her panties.

"Jesus, I wouldn't have believed this!" he said.

Chuck gave a nervous laugh and drove faster.

Susan held her breath. Fred was pulling her panties aside. He was
tickling her pussy, stroking her slit and the hairs that grew
along it. Suddenly his finger gave a corkscrew twist, deftly
penetrating her. He plunged in and out, stretching the elastic of
her panties on the back of his hand.

"Oooh, nooooh!" she said raggedly.

"Shit!" Fred exclaimed.

"Ever felt a cunt any hotter than that?" Chuck asked.

"I didn't think there were babes walkin' around this ready to get
pronged."

Chuck laughed. "We caught us a live one, old buddy!"

"I'll tell you one damned thing for sure - I'm gonna make the
most of it."

"Oooh, please!" Susan begged, shivering with passion. "Must you
talk about me ... as if I were some ... cheap piece of ..."

"Ass?" Fred finished for her. "Well, you're a piece of ass all
right, baby. And as for bein' cheap, free is about as cheap as it
can get."

"Shut up, man!" Chuck said. "You're makin' her feel bad." He
began stroking Susan's thigh, sliding her skirt up to her lap.

Both men gazed at her stocking tops and garters and bare thighs.
They looked at her out-of-shape white panties with Fred's hand at
work inside them. Chuck stroked the inner slope of her left
thigh, from her stocking top to the narrow lace scallop on her
pants. Looking down at the obscene sight, Susan could hardly
believe it was she who was being pawed and penetrated in such an
impersonal manner. But her senses told her it was indeed she. She
was thrilling giddily.

"Christ, I got a hard-on that won't quit!" Chuck said.

"What do you think I've got?" Fred shot back as he continued
finger-fucking Susan.

"Open our pants, baby," Chuck told her. "Take our cocks out."

Feeling as she did, with Fred's finger inside her, Susan didn't
have to be asked a second time. Using both hands, she fumbled the
men's fly's open. Their pricks popped out to stand quivering.
Fred's was circumcised, skinny, and steel-stiff, except for its
bulging, cushy head. Chuck's was shorter and thicker, hard but
not as bony feeling, and adorned by a foreskin which let only the
pink tip of his glans peep out.

Without being asked, Susan began stroking her hands up and down
on both peckers.

"Oooh, SHIT!" Fred exclaimed, and writhed. He still had his
finger in Susan but wasn't moving it any longer.

"Jee-zusss!" breathed Chuck as the girl rolled his foreskin up
and down across the sensitive ridge of his cockhead.

"Shit, man, we gotta stop before we get to the Simmons place,"
Fred said tautly, his thin lips contorting.

"Well, where?" Chuck demanded. "Not right here on the fuckin'
road."

"That field." Fred pointed. "Pull over there behind them trees."

It was a likely spot. The trees were thick enough to hide the
truck from the passing traffic, if there was a way to get behind
them.

Chuck braked the vehicle quickly, guided it down the sloping
shoulder of the road, and onto the bumpy field. Susan's ass was
tossed against the bobbing truck-seat. There were boulders strewn
about, but Chuck found a narrow passage between them. He guided
the truck behind the thicket and cut the ignition.

"Jesus Christ, let's get her on that flat-bed!" he barked.

"Ooh God," Susan moaned, "we can't do this!" But she still
clutched the men's cocks.

Fred's pecker pulled from her grasp as he slid out of the truck.
His rod stood high, protruding through the open front of his
pants. He pulled Susan across the seat of the truck, causing her
skirt to ruck up past her hips, then grasped her under the bare
thighs and around the back. Her skirt hung down from her waist,
exposing her panties as the man carried her to the back of the
truck and boosted her onto the bare wooden platform. There were
little bits of rock and twigs up there that bit into her tender
buttocks. She whined.

The-men scrambled up onto the flat bed from opposite sides.

"Let's strip her," Fred said.

Being treated like a piece of baggage rather than a person
offended Susan. But it stimulated her, also.

Why did every affair she'd ever had with a man have to be tawdry?
Was it her own fault?

Susan didn't consider those questions. When she was in the throes
of a passion she regarded as indecent, she didn't want to think.

Chuck went to work on her blouse while Fred unfastened and pulled
off her skirt. She writhed free of her outer clothing and was
clad in just stockings, bra and pants.

"Would you look at that?" Chuck said as he ogled. "She could
dance on a fuckin' stage. I've seen broads in the shows at Vegas
that didn't have her shape."

Fred pulled down her panties.

Chuck unhooked her bra and jerked it away, making her titties
dance.

"God damn!" he exclaimed, and chuckled lasciviously.

He grasped a firm, rounded tit. Fred grasped the other. Fred's
other hand was busy between her legs. Her senses rioted.

"I've gotta have me a suck!" Chuck exclaimed, and drove his mouth
down onto a nipple.

Fred tweaked and painfully pulled at her other titty-stem. The
hurt fired Susan all the more.

"Who's gonna fuck me first?" the lust-crazed young teacher asked.

The men pushed their pants arid shorts down, their super-stiff
pricks bobbing lewdly. Momentarily without tactile stimulation,
Susan glanced anxiously from one rigid, bulb-headed cock to the
other.

Do I dare? she thought. Oh, I MUSTN'T!

But she scrambled onto her hands and knees and crawled to Chuck.
She grasped his cock. She wondered whether one with a foreskin
would taste different from Rusty's bare-headed job.

"Man, look at ... " Chuck began.

Susan glided her soft, moist lips down around the head of his
prick, encompassing the knob with her warm, heated mouth.

" ... thaaaat!" Chuck finished in a raspy tremolo.

Fred stared in silence as Susan bobbed her brunette head on
Chuck's prick, gliding her slippery, encircling lips up and down
the hard shaft, across the horny ridge, and onto the cushiony
glans. She remembered not to suck hard. She didn't have to, to
gain the satisfaction she needed.

Chuck's flavor was much the same a$ Rusty's, but richer. His
scent was stronger, too. His foreskin was probably responsible,
Susan thought, sealing in the flavor and aroma until she had
pushed it back.

She sucked and licked the man's cock appreciatively and
swallowed. Her brain reeled.

Fred knelt behind her and pulled her knees apart. He pinched her
rubbery buttocks and opened them. He lustfully eyed her tight
anus and her shaggy but very neat cunt which oozed liquid desire.
His upthrust dick quivered.

"Ooh ... Christ ... baby!" Chuck panted as Susan eagerly sucked
his cock with steady strokes of her rhythmically compressing
lips.

Fred moved up to her ass, his prick pointing ominously at the two
target-holes she provided. He continued to pinch her buttocks
wide apart.

Had she considered it, Susan would have felt humiliated by the
way he was treating and looking at her. But she could think only
about the big, luscious cock she was sucking.

God, how she liked that! And all these years she had thought it
too nasty to try.

Fred's wavering hard-on snuggled into the crack of Susan's ass,
and she gave a little jump when she felt its wet kiss on her
anus. But this was purely a tactile reflex. She wasn't thinking
about being screwed up her rear. She was concentrating on Chuck's
big, tasty dick.

The man behind her let her buttocks snap shut around his cock. He
grasped his bone-like protrusion and swabbed its cushy head up
and down the girl's warm ass-crack, enjoying the caress of her
satiny buttocks on both sides of his glans. That tickled Susan
pleasantly, and she wiggled her ass while continuing to stroke
her hot, wet mouth on Chuck's upthrust pole.

Fred pushed his cock down until its tip was caught in the
velvety, hair-fringed opening of the girl's wet cunt. He
continued to manipulate his stick by hand, circling it in the
mouth of her pussy, stretching the elastic flesh.

Susan liked that, also, because it stimulated the sensitive nerve
endings in her cuntal mouth. She slowly ground her ass, circling
it in the opposite direction from the circling of Fred's cockhead
in her pussy. That produced considerable pleasure to them both.

Gradually the slender, kneeling man let his whole prick glide
into her. Susan continued her grinding motion, working now on the
entire seven inches of his super-rigid rod. His balls brushed her
ditty.

How nice it was, she thought, to be fucked and to suck at the
same time!

When Fred began stroking in and out of her cunt she halted her
up-and-down oral motion on Chuck's prick so that she could
concentrate on pushing her crotch forward and back on the pole
that was penetrating it. But she didn't neglect Chuck's pecker
completely. She let the wet, rosy head escape her lips, and she
licked it lovingly, alternating every once in a while with a
slurp at its tasty tip, as if she were eating an ice cream cone.

All the while Fred was fucking her grinding, pumping twat. He had
pinched her buttocks apart once more and was eyeing her adorable
little asshole as he stroked in and out of the larger, more
velvety aperture beneath. The dimple of her anus, with its tiny
puckers radiating outward, interestingly changed shape as she
wiggled her butt. Fred noted the very short, curly, black hairs
that surrounded her anal passage.

His fucking had brought Susan to a condition of high arousal,
helped by Chuck's flavorful cock which she continued to lick and
kiss suckingly. One of her hands cupped and fondled the man's
warm, velvety balls.

The longer Fred gazed at the girl's wiggly asshole, and the
longer he stroked in her cunt, the more determined he became to
transfer his penile action from one aperture to the other. His
prick was wet and slippery enough by that time, he reasoned, to
achieve entry into even an anus as virginally tight as hers. And
she seemed excited enough to accept it. If not, he would force
the issue anyway.

He pulled his prick from Susan's snatch, and she said, "Oooh! Put
it back!" Her lips brushed Chuck's velvety cockhead as she spoke
whiningly.

Fred's cock dripped with the thick, slippery cream it had
acquired in Susan's pussy. He pressed his wet glans against her
tight anus. Again she gave a little jump when she felt the
startling and unexpected contact. But she wasn't really worried
... yet.

Only when the man began to grind his slick cockhead against her
anus, pushing forward, did she become alarmed. She raised her
face from Chuck's hard-on and looked over her shoulder.

"What are you doooo-ing?" she asked Fred.

At that point the steely-eyed man grasped her hips hard. His eyes
narrowed to slits, and he bared his teeth as he drove his hips
forward. The slippery tip of his prick forced Susan's anal
sphincter open. As more and more of his cum-coated cockhead
entered her rear gate, her sphincter stretched wider and wider.

"Oooh, my GODDD!" she gasped, because the stretching of her anal
muscle hurt.

Fred kept pushing his stiff prick into her by the wrong way,
causing her previously unfucked asshole to stretch painfully.
Susan moaned. Then suddenly the man's entire cockhead was inside
her, and her sphincter snapped into the groove behind its ridge,
lessening the painful expansion. But what a sense of fullness
Susan had! It was like nothing she had ever experienced before!

She panted and continued staring fearfully over her shoulder as
the determined man pushed his slippery prick deeper into her
butt. She had more than half of it by that time, and the sense of
internal fullness - of being literally stuffed was intense. It
was uncomfortable, it still hurt a little, and yet ... Susan
didn't altogether dislike it.

Fred began to stroke his skinny prick in and out of her asshole,
moving just an inch or so in each direction. This action
lubricated her sphincter more thoroughly and couldn't help but
relax it. Gradually he fed her his remaining three inches. To
Susan's amazement, she felt his entire cock sticking up her rear,
his balls brushing against her pussy, and he began to fuck her
just as, if he were in her cunt - with long, steady, slippery
strokes that gave her such an intense sense of full penetration
that she could only gasp and writhe in appreciation.

Chuck, kneeling in front of her, grasped her by the ears and
forced her to attend his cock once more, Susan resumed her
sucking motions on his long, hard dick while Fred vigorously
pumped his prick in her ass. Her super-tight anus contracted
spastically around his stroking shaft. His cockhead expanded in
her warm, squishy bowels. She writhed and gasped and moaned
around the mouthful of meat which Chuck provided.

Though her cunt, and particularly her clitty, weren't receiving
any direct stimulation, Susan nevertheless quickly reached the
threshold of orgasm. She drove her mouth deeper down around
Chuck's quivering dork, taking the organ into the hot, tight
opening of her throat. Because she loved it so much, she didn't
gag. At the same time, Fred was fucking her savagely in the ass -
really driving his skinny, steel-stiff dick into her for all he
was worth.

Susan began to cum: Her asshole spasmed hotly around Fred's
stroking cock. She sucked wildly on the other prick which was
sticking into her throat. She vibrated from head to hips.

Fred was the first of the two men to let go, sending hot spurts
shooting deep in Susan's bowels. This heightened her orgasm,
making her thrash between the two pricks which penetrated at both
ends. Chuck's quivering cock discharged in her throat, sending
its spurts straight down that spasming channel into her stomach.
She couldn't handle such a thick, gushing torrent without
gagging, and was forced to back up so that she could swallow. She
continued to hold Chuck's cockhead in her mouth, and she champed
on that rubbery bulb as it kept spitting, splashing his gooey
semen over her tongue. She got the full taste of his product in
that way and was able to enjoy its, musky scent. Continuing to
climax ecstatically, Susan drank his semen down.

Fred pulled out of her ass with an audible pop, and it felt to
her as if a Mack truck had just driven through there. Her
sphincter closed slowly. She raised her mouth from Chuck's cock,
licking her lips.

It had been a strange climax in a way, with no prick up her cunt.
But it had been strong and fully satisfying.

In a physical sense.

However, Susan still hadn't achieved what she really wanted, what
she felt was right for her, and the substitute passion had piled
guilt upon guilt.

In her room, that evening, when she had a chance to think about
it, she decided that substitutes would no longer suffice. She
would have to take what she really wanted! Her experiences of the
last few days with grown-up men had given her the courage and had
relaxed her inhibitions sufficiently so that she could do it, she
felt.

Tomorrow, she vowed, she would make young Tommy Lanson!

And not merely make him. She would take him to paradise!

Chapter 4

Tommy was flustered as he sat in Miss Campbell's class and
thought about what had happened between them the day before: How
Miss Campbell had unzipped his pants and let out his stiff prick,
then had lifted her skirt and finally pushed down her panties,
showing him that scary, hairy thing she had at the base of her
belly. He felt embarrassed because he had run away. But what else
could he have done? He couldn't have touched the teacher. He
couldn't have fucked her, if that's what she had wanted.

Though the boys talked all the time about "fucking", Tommy wasn't
exactly sure how it was done, and he suspected that his friends
weren't very sure, either.

Why should a grown-up teacher want a kid, anyway? Tommy wasn't
sure about that.

He would have liked to touch Miss Campbell, if he'd had the
nerve. He would have liked to see her with all her clothes off,
too. Maybe if he'd had a chance to really look at her, between
the legs and all, he wouldn't have been so afraid. And maybe if
they were some place where they could relax together, she would
show him what he was supposed to do.

She didn't seem to be angry with him because of the way he had
acted the day before. At least, she was smiling at him a lot and
talking sweetly.

By the time the school day ended, Tommy had relaxed. Most of his
boyish confidence had been restored. He wasn't afraid that
anything unusual might happen before he went home. He was, in
fact, a little sorry that his opportunity to get to know Miss
Campbell better had passed.

When the final bell rang, he got up, gathering his books.

"Oooh, Tommy!"

He turned and looked at the teacher, who had called him from her
desk.

"Come up here, Tommy, will you? You can leave your books behind."

The other children were leaving.

Golly, Tommy wondered, is it going to be like yesterday, all over
again?

He approached the teacher's desk hesitantly.

"Are you afraid of me, Tommy?" Susan asked, now that all the
other children had gone.

"No," the handsome, blond lad said. "Well, not really." He was
beginning to blush.

"But I scared you yesterday, didn't I?"

Tommy looked down. "A little. I guess." He nervously shifted his
tennis shoes on the bare floor.

"I'm sorry about that," Susan said softly. "That won't happen
again."

Tommy looked directly at her, and Susan read both relief and
regret in his blue eyes unless she was imagining the latter. She
wanted to think that he desired her in his boyish way.

"You know, Tommy, there's a room right next to the office where a
teacher can go to lie down if she isn't feeling well. There's a
couch there. Students are sometimes sent there when they're
feeling ill. You've probably seen it."

Tommy was blushing stronger. He was getting excited.

"Yeah," he said. "I know about that room."

"Would you like to, uh, go there with me?" Susan asked. "Right
now?"

"Gosh, Miss Campbell!" the boy said.

She reached across the desk and took his hand. "I won't hurt you,
Tommy. I'll be very gentle. I promise."

Her touch was so warm and soft that the lad began getting a
hard-on. What she had suggested helped, also. But fear continued
to assail him.

"Come on." Susan urged, standing up. Her blood was racing. She
had to let go of the lad's hand as she circled her desk. She was
wearing a knitted top and she hadn't put on a bra that morning,
so her breasts quivered temptingly as she moved. Her erect
nipples made little bumps in the fabric.

The front of Tommy's pants was pushing forward, and that
embarrassed him even as the erection gave him giddy pleasure.
Susan thrilled as she noticed his condition.

"You do want to go with me to the teacher's room, don't you?" she
asked the lad, moving very close to him.

Blushing furiously, Tommy avoided her eyes. "Yeah," he murmured.

Susan took his hand and led him from the room. Excitement raced
through her as they walked down the deserted corridor. She
realized that what she was doing would have been considered
sinful by most people, but she didn't consider it so. She wasn't
going to hurt Tommy. She was going to give him great pleasure,
while he gave pleasure to her. She was going to help him become a
man. What could be wrong about that?

The lad was nearly as excited as Susan, but still frightened, as
well. What did she expect him to do? he wondered. Would he be
able to do it? Susan opened the door of the teacher's room and
guided Tommy inside. She followed and shut the door behind them.
The room was small with only a couple of chairs and a vinyl couch
with a little stand beside it.

Seeing Tommy standing beside that couch and realizing that they
were all alone made Susan want to rush him. But she held herself
back. Though tense with excitement, she forced a smile.

"Now. Tommy," she said, "the first thing that we both should do
is to take our clothes off. All our clothes. I think you should
take yours off first so that you can watch me when I take off
mine - that is, if you would like to."

"Gosh, Miss Campbell!" the lad said again, he couldn't get used
to the idea of what was happening him and a teacher getting
undressed together and getting ready to do what grown-ups did.

But he wasn't going to run today. At least, he didn't think he
would. Miss Campbell was acting different - more gentle. Maybe
she would help him.

"You're not embarrassed to take your clothes off in front of me,
are you?" Susan asked, a warm blush brightening her cheeks. Her
eyes were very bright, as well.

"Can I turn the other way?" Tommy asked, bashful about his
hard-on.

"Of course," Susan said reassuringly.

The lad turned around. Susan could scarcely contain herself as he
began to remove his clothes.

First he lifted his t-shirt, taking it off over his tousled blond
head. Then he bent quickly, unlaced his tennis shoes, and pulled
them off. He straightened, unbuckled his belt, and unfastened his
jeans.

Susan's breath quickened.

The lad pushed his pants down, baring his trim little rump in
knitted briefs.

Susan's throat grew tight. She felt blood rushing into her pussy,
making it very warm. Its lips puffed a bit against the silken
fabric of her panties. Warm moisture seeped between the delicate
labia.

Still facing away from Susan, Tommy stretched the waistband of
his briefs and let the garment down. This permitted his young,
strong prick to leap free. But Susan couldn't see it. Even as
Tommy lifted one foot and then the other, to take his briefs off,
she was able to glimpse only a hint of his balls. No hair was
visible. at his crotch or on his back.

Susan thrilled stronger and stronger.

Tommy was immensely excited to be undressing in front of his
teacher. But now that the time had come to turn and face her, and
to show her his hard-on, embarrassment welled up to a point where
he felt like running or hiding. However, he couldn't run out
without clothes on. And there was no place in the small room for
him to hide.

The only thing he could do was to turn and face Miss Campbell,
naked except for his socks. His boyish prick stuck almost
straight up, his small, hairless balls dangling from the base of
it.

"Ooh, my darling!" the impassioned teacher gushed as she saw the
lad in naked glory for the first time.

He was blushing furiously. He gulped. He wanted to hold his hands
in front of him, to hide his pecker, but he knew Miss Campbell
wouldn't like that. She was gazing at his dick so eagerly that
she looked as if she wanted to eat it up.

"You're so hard darling!" she murmured, taking a step closer.
"Look how it sticks up so high!"

"I ... I can't help it," Tommy said.

Susan laughed like warm rain. "Ooh, I'm glad you can't! You're
such a young man - so perfect!"

Tommy was getting more embarrassed by the moment, with his
teacher fawning over his nakedness that way. He wished she would
get on with whatever she was going to do. Now that he had gone as
far as he had and had stuck in there, he wanted to see Miss
Campbell's naked body.

Her avidly approving gaze snaked up the lad's body, finally
locking with his questioning, apprehensive eyes. She smiled
warmly. "I guess it's my turn now, isn't it?" she said.

From somewhere she had picked up a great deal of courage. She
felt quite secure and was enjoying herself thoroughly. Everything
seemed so right.

She began to take off her clothes.

Tommy watched, standing, his young prick like a flagpole. Since
it had attained maximum hardness right at the beginning, it
didn't stiffen more or swell or lengthen as Susan bared her
goodies to his highly interested gaze. But it quivered
responsively.

The teacher got a tremendous kick out of removing her blouse and
showing the lad her bare breasts. She smiled, her cheeks rosy
with excitement, and turned one way, then the other, to display
her full, rounded, nipple-projecting tits.

Tommy gulped. He wanted to rub his cock against something, as he
did against the bed-sheets when it became hard at night. It
itched for some sort of contact. But there was nothing to use
except his hands, and Miss Campbell was looking at him. He
couldn't handle himself in front of her.

She lowered her skirt and stepped from it.

Her lovely legs were encased in sheer, shiny hose which ended in
dark bands around her thighs. These were held up by taut white
garter straps which extended upward to disappear beneath her
silken pink panties. Her panties had a narrow lace trim, which
was white, and there was a white lacy flower appliqu�d to one
side of the briefs.

Smiling, she turned, showing Tommy her legs from several angles.
She even turned completely away from him so as to give him a view
of her shapely ass, cuddled in pink nylon.

"You haven't said anything," she remarked as she turned to face
him again. "Do you like what you're looking at?"

"Gosh, yeah!" the youth said with feeling. And indeed he did
enjoy gazing at his pretty teacher in her underwear and
stockings. It was like a page out of a girly book, come to life.

Susan slowly lowered her panties, desire thrumming in her veins.
Tommy gazed at her puff of black hair and, as she lifted her legs
in turn to step from her briefs, he glimpsed the soft lips of her
pussy, peeping through the curly tendrils. He enjoyed watching
her titties hang slightly and quiver as she bent forward.

She lay her panties with her other clothes on a chair.

"Now it's time for you to touch me," she said, her voice taking
on a throaty tone and her heart beating like a tom-tom as she
approached the lad. He watched her tits jiggle tautly up and
down.

Though he obviously was fascinated by her nakedness, he seemed
frozen. His hands remained stiffly at his sides. It seemed that
he hadn't blinked once while Susan took her clothes off, and he
was still staring..

"Let's sit on the couch, shall we?" she suggested.

Tommy was grateful for the invitation. He sat, and Susan sat
beside him.

"Now ...!" she said, hardly believing that the supreme moment had
arrived at last.

She took the lad in her arms.

"Oooh, M - Miss Campbell!" he groaned as her resilient tits
pressed his naked chest. Her smooth, warm thigh rubbed his.

Her lips found his mouth.

The first kiss was sheer heaven for them both. It began gently,
with Susan's lips just brushing his, then lightly catching hold
and working the lad's lips apart. Her slippery tongue teased at
the portal.

Tommy was taut with passion. He couldn't breathe. He felt about
to explode.

Susan kissed him harder, letting her tongue extend into his
mouth. One of her hands snaked down his front, giving him a wild,
tickly sensation. Then she was grasping his cock.

Susan thrilled to its extreme hardness and to its boyish
delicacy, though it was five inches long - approaching man's
size.

The lad was in heaven as his pretty teacher stroked his prick
while she kissed him. Gaining courage, he groped upward on her
body and clutched one of her beautiful, erect tits. How wonderful
that rounded, nipple-tipped protrusion felt! Tommy squeezed it
and thrilled to its springy give, which was both firm and soft.
Except for her nipple, Miss Campbell's tit was smooth as satin.

She took her mouth from his. Her warm, sweet breath caressed his
face. "Would you like to suck my breast?" she murmured.

The lad made a wordless sound of sheer joy as he bowed his head
and caught her jutting nipple in his mouth. Susan tilted her head
back. The thrill was indescribable as her throbbing nipple was
bathed in Tommy's warm saliva and his encircling lips skidded
against the pebbly, taut flesh of her sensitive aureole.

Her loving hand stroked the lad's stiff prick up and down.

Tommy writhed. He was more excited than he had ever been. He
could feel that something new and very wonderful was going to
happen.

Susan gently eased him away from her, and he straightened up. She
looked down at his upthrust dick, which she was caressing. Her
delicate, pink-tipped fingers tickled the boy's rosy glans. A
tiny drop of clear fluid exuded from the small slit at the end of
his organ. Susan touched that with a finger and spread the
slippery nectar over his cockhead.

Her mouth was watering. Her head grew light.

She had to suck him!

She bowed to his lap.

"Aaaaggh!" the lad breathed harshly as his teacher's tongue
glided slickly over the head of his cock.

He hadn't imagined anything like that. It was terrific!

Susan fluttered her tongue-tip against the adorable knob of
Tommy's prick. She breathed in his scent, which was light and
very tantalizing. His taste was delicate, also. She wanted more
of it.

Her soft lips encircled the tip of Tommy's pecker and slowly slid
down until they had encompassed his entire throbbing glans. Susan
sucked gently, licking his prick-tip at the same time.

The heaven in which the lad found himself was becoming more
wonderful by the moment. He never had dreamed that anything could
feel so good.

Susan began to pump her encircling, warm mouth up and down on the
boy's quivering prick. She fondled his delicate, hairless balls.

He felt a tightness gathering in his nuts, as if they were going
to explode. His dick quivered wildly in Miss Campbell's mouth.
Feeling his spastic response, Susan raised her mouth quickly, and
it seemed to the lad that he hung suspended in a wild realm which
he never had visited before. A strangling sensation made it
difficult for him to catch his breath.

Excited to a fever pitch by her sucking of the youth, Susan had
to get him into her cunt as quickly as possible, for she also was
on the verge of a climax. She knew it was going to be the most
wonderful climax she'd ever had.

She pushed Tommy onto his side on the couch and dragged his legs
up onto it so that he settled on his back. Tits bobbing, she
sprang astride him.

"Oooh, gosh!" was all Tommy could say as he felt his quivering
spear glide upward into his teacher's moist, slitted flesh.

Susan's thrill was magnificent.

"Fuck me ... fuck me, Tommy!" she panted.

However, she did most of the fucking, grinding her wet, warm cunt
around the lad's smallish but stiffly upthrust dick, then pumping
up and down vigorously so that his cock stropped her hard,
tingling ditty.

"Aaahhgh ... oooh! Wow!" Tommy exclaimed, writhing and tossing
his tousled head. His eyes were shut tightly. His legs stuck
straight forward, his toes stiffly extended.

As wonderful as it had felt to have Miss Campbell lick his prick
and take it into her mouth, it was even grander to be inside her
writhing, stroking pussy.

So this was what fucking was like! No wonder all the guys talked
about it! But Tommy guessed none of them had ever done it, and he
was doing it with Miss Campbell. He could hardly believe that.

The teacher's voracious pussy gulped at his excited cock,
rippling up and down the steel-stiff, knob-ended organ. She
panted and moaned. Her titties bounced delightfully.

"Oh, my God!" she cried. "Now! NOW!"

Susan came with such glorious, vibrating warmth that she nearly
passed out. She dropped heavily onto Tommy, her belly .jerking.
Her muscular, tight cunt wrung his prick.

The lad's balls hurt. His brain was like a feather tossed in a
hurricane. He let out a cry of excruciating delight. And then he
shot for the first time in his life, vigorously spurting his
warm, virginal cream into Susan's spasming pussy.

"Oooooooooooh!" she sighed throatily.

"Wow ... wow ... wow ... " was all Tommy could say, panting. His
first completion was magnificent. He felt so loose and free and
satisfied.

They clung together, still quivering. Susan's sweat-slickened
tits were squeezed against the lad's chest, her nipples drilling
at his flesh. He wrapped his hands around his teacher's clenched,
curvy ass, because he wanted to hold her against him, with his
dick inside her forever.

When Susan was able to speak, she asked anxiously, "Did you like
it? Ooh, Tommy dear, did it thrill you?"

"Did it!" the youth replied.

Susan chuckled deep in her throat and hugged him harder. She
kissed him all over his face and neck.

She had known total satisfaction - physical and psychological -
for the first time in her life.

Chapter 5

Going home from school, Susan walked on air.

If she felt guilty over her seduction of a thirteen-year-old boy,
the negative effect was so outweighed by her positive
satisfactions that it amounted to nothing. She had done what she
had wanted to do for years, and it had been so very, very good!
That was all that mattered.

Susan's glow persisted through the evening. Chester remarked
about it at the dinner table, while his stolid little wife
watched, sour-faced, and chewed her food. Afterwards Susan
returned to her room because she wanted to be alone with her warm
thoughts of Tommy. She hoped he was feeling as good about what
had happened as she was. She hoped he would be eager to do it
again - and even more next time. She wanted to do everything with
Tommy, to teach him everything.

She went to bed early and had no trouble falling asleep. Her
first dream was pleasant - not about Tommy or about anything that
she could remember later, but peaceful and good.

Her peace was shattered rudely by the vibration of the bed
beneath her. She felt something. Someone was in her bed with her,
she realized in sudden panic. As she began to struggle and tried
to cry out, a hand was clamped across her mouth. Whiskey-scented
breath bathed her.

"My darling, lovely angel ... !" Chester's softly rasping voice
said next to her ear. "Don't make a sound. Oooh, my precious ...
!"

He took his hand off her mouth, and Susan wanted to scream. But
she quickly realized that it would be the worst thing she could
do. A scream would rouse Chester's wife, and that would lead to a
scandal. A scandal would cost Susan her job, and she would never
again be with Tommy.

She forced herself to remain silent as the thick-bodied man who
was atop her worked his way down her body, his flabby face
nuzzling her breasts through her gauzy nightgown. She knew it
would do no good to argue with Chester, to try to persuade him to
leave her alone. He was drunk and fired with passion. Susan could
feel his hard cock against her thigh.

He pushed up the frilly lower edge of her short nightie. Susan
wore no panties beneath. The man's moist lips caressed her belly.
Then they settled into her soft sexual nest as he spread her legs
wide apart and lifted them.

Susan could do nothing but lie there and let Chester eat her
cunt.

Reluctant, compliance quickly turned into pleasure, for Susan
wasn't immune to tactile stimulation of her private parts, no
matter what the source. Though she disliked the idea of Chester
making out with her, her mind deftly solved that problem by
imagining that his tongue, his lips belonged to Tommy and that it
was the adorable thirteen-year-old who was licking her responsive
pussy and shoving his tongue into her wet, grabby hole. The lips
grinding at her warm cunt and sucking up her sweetness became
Tommy's lips. His hands, not Chester's, were pawing at her
breasts, squeezing and rolling them through her nylon nightie,
and plucking at her rigid nipples.

The fancy was undermined by Chester's bulk, his aggressiveness,
and, particularly, his strong stench of whiskey. Still Susan
struggled to maintain the illusion, shutting her eyes and
visualizing the lad she loved as Chester's hungry mouth spread
her cunt-lips open and ate voraciously. She heard the wet,
slippery sounds of his mouth and his muffled groans. She writhed.

Chester pushed her legs farther back and delved with his tongue
and flabby lips between the rubbery mounds of her buttocks. This
heightened the girl's excitement. Chester rolled her over, so as
to gain access to her entire, lovely ass. He pressed his face
into the division between the satiny curves, licking her asshole
lewdly as her buttocks vibrated responsively against his cheeks.

By that time Susan was ready for anything and, when Chester
flopped her onto her back once more, she didn't resist as he
sprang astride her. He was nude, and his lusty cock projected
toward her face as he straddled her torso. Her eyelids were
raised just enough to see the bulging pink head from which
Chester had retracted the foreskin. Its teasing aroma tantalized
her nostrils.

The impassioned man was pushing up her nightie. Her breasts
bobbed free. Chester shoved the luscious mounds together, rolling
the springy masses against each other. His thumbs rubbed her
nipples, making them bend to the side and flip upright again and
again. The stimulation intensified Susan's desire.

The man leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm against the
headboard of the bed, and his hard cock dropped into the valley
between Susan's tits. He used his free hand and the inner side of
his other arm to force her breasts together around his prick, and
he drove his hips forward and back, sawing his rod up and down
between the girl's soft, warm titties.

Susan gazed from beneath lowered lashes at the red, inviting
cockhead which rhythmically surged toward her face. Finally she
could resist it no longer, and she thrust her head forward,
protruding her wet, rosy tongue. She lashed at Chester's driving
cock, succeeding in swiping her tongue-tip across the vented end
of his organ several times. This so thrilled the man that he
forgot about fucking her breasts and let them spring away from
his rod.

He raised himself and scrambled forward. Clutching the base of
his pecker, he tilted the stiffly throbbing organ down. Susan's
soft, warm lips received it.

The middle-aged hardware merchant realized the greatest thrill of
his life as he stroked his wildly excited cock in and out between
Susan's sucking, slippery lips. His bloated glans rubbed her
tongue which fluttered responsively. His balls bumped her chin.

It was no longer necessary for Chester to hold his cock, because
Susan's stroking, compressing lips were doing a marvelous job of
that. The man instead wrapped his hands around the back of
Susan's head, elevating it to just the proper angle so that her
mouth could work more freely and effectively on his prick.

Susan sucked his cock eagerly, lunging far down on the thrusting
column, taking its bulbous end into her throat as her encircling
lips lapped moistly near its hairy base. Her nostrils were filled
with the musky, sweaty tang of the man. Her taste buds reveled in
his flavor.

She was no longer thinking of Tommy. Her mind, as well as her
mouth, were full of prick. Just prick. Prick was all she wanted
now. Sweet, luscious, thick, hard, meaty prick!

Susan loved it.

Chester took as much of her mouth's magnificent stimulation as he
could stand, then suddenly pulled his cock out from between her
lips, making an audible pop. His organ flipped, twitching
ecstatically as it trailed a strand of moisture from Susan's
lips, glistening in the moonlight which flooded in through the
unshaded windows.

Chester scrambled backward, settling between Susan's thighs.
Again he grasped her bare legs, bending them back and wide apart.
His eager prick speared her gaping slit. His meat sank six inches
into her.

Fucking the pretty girl vigorously, he huffed and groaned. The
bed rocked beneath them, its old springs creaking. Susan's hips
reached for each thrust of the man's horny rod. She writhed and
tossed her head to and fro, making her black hair whip across the
white pillowcase and bed sheet. Her nipple-studded titties
vibrated in the moonlight.

Chester's cock voluptuously expanded her narrow channel with each
inward rush, his bulging cockhead sending ripples up and down her
cunt. His hard shaft sawed against her tingling ditty. His balls
patted and tickled her anus.

Susan screwed her hot snatch around his plunging pecker. She
moaned and panted. Never mind now that the cock belonged to a
middle-aged old fart instead of the young, innocent lad she
loved. A cock was a cock was a cock when Susan was deep in
passion.

"Fuck me harder!" she begged. "Ram it deeper! Give me all you've
got! Ooh, Chester, I love your prick!"

"And I love your ... hot little pussy!" he panted. "Oooh, God! I
can't ... last any ... longerrr!"

His cock jerked and let go inside Susan. But she was ready. Her
orgasm blossomed around the man's hot, vigorous spurts. Male and
female clung together, shaking and moaning as they reached
Nirvana.

In the morning Susan was tempted to believe it had been a dream.
But she couldn't kid herself to that extent. She had sinned
again, taking a man inside her and, worst of all, enjoying it.

Though she didn't form the conclusion consciously, her recourse
was to concentrate even more intensively on Tommy. Her
relationship with him was fine and clean, she felt, despite the
fact that he was only a child. Never mind what the world might
think about it, she and Tommy were right for each other. He was
the only one she really wanted.

She thought fondly about him as she got dressed, leaving off a
bra as she had done the day before. She decided to forego
stockings and a garter belt also, because it was going to be a
warm day and her creamy-smooth legs didn't require a cover to
make her look trim and decent. She dressed in just four items -
shoes, white nylon panties with little pink flowers printed on
them, and a dress that wasn't too tight but clung suggestively to
the fullest parts of her curves, revealing the imprint of her
nipples and the arching lines of her panty elastics.

Too daring for school? Susan didn't think so, in this day and
age.

Walking to the old brick schoolhouse, she enjoyed the quiver of
her breasts, her stiff nipples stimulated by the fabric of her
dress as they rubbed abrasively against it. She liked the free
feeling of bare legs, also, and it was nice not to have any band
around her belly - just her whisper-light briefs.

Men ogled her, even more audaciously than usual, but she didn't
mind. Let them look, the dirty devils!

Just don't touch me! she thought. I belong to Tommy.

That afternoon she would take him right in the classroom, she
decided, which would furnish an extra fillip. She had the naughty
thought that it would be wonderful to do it in front of the other
children. But that, of course, was out of the question. Susan
didn't want to get fired and perhaps even sent to jail.

Her first glimpse of Tommy, as he entered her classroom, sent a
thrill coursing through her. She caught his eyes and they
communed that way, wordlessly. Woman and child. Lovers.

Susan could hardly wait for the end of the school day ...

Chapter 6

"Just sit there, Tommy ... sit right at your desk," Susan purred
as she stood next to him, bending forward, stroking his blond,
curly hair.

Her posture caused the neckline of her dress to sag, and the lad
was treated to a delightful display of unbrassiered titties. He
itched to touch them, to suck them as he had done the day before.
He was still nervous and a bit bashful with his teacher, but he
had gained confidence. Also, he had found out how wonderful sex
could be, and he wanted more of it.

Susan was in a particularly wanton mood. Now that she had broken
the ice with Tommy, she was anxious to act out every fantasy with
him.

"Would you like to take my dress off?" she asked him, still
bending forward.

He nodded urgently, not trusting his voice.

"Then unzip it," Susan said. "Right down the front."

Tommy fumbled anxiously for the zipper tab, the back of his hand
pressing one of his teacher's full, springy boobs. He pulled the
zipper down, Susan's dress opened, and her boobies hung bare.

Tommy grasped them.

"Ooooh, YESSSS!" Susan exclaimed, jerking her head up and
shutting her eyes as she continued bending forward. "Play with my
tits. Make them your toys, darling."

The lad bounced his teacher's titties on his hands. He squeezed
and wiggled the responsive masses. He stroked downward on Miss
Campbell's nipples.

His cock stuck up hard in his pants, as Susan discovered when she
placed her hand there. Tommy jumped. Susan unzipped his jeans and
brought his sturdy young pecker out.

She straightened, letting go of his cock and taking her titties
out of his hands. She wriggled, shaking her jugs to and fro and
causing her dress to drop to the floor.

Wearing just her silken briefs, she slid onto Tommy's desk. She
perched directly in front of him, her feet placed on either side
of his chair. Her lovely thighs were wide open. The narrow crotch
of her white, pink-flowered panties encased the ripe curve of her
pussy. Little black hairs curled into view along the panties
elasticized edges.

Susan writhed on her ass, causing the crotch-strip of her briefs
to pull this way and that. It narrowed, revealing the plushy
edges of her darkly mysterious cunt. The lad gaped.

"Investigate me," she murmured, petting his smooth, boyish face.
"Do anything you like."

She waited in expectant excitement as the lad hesitantly lifted a
hand, building up his courage. Then he was stroking the silken
inner side of one of her thighs. His touch thrilled her.

Tommy's fingers glided up toward the edge of her panties. He
encountered some short, curly hairs. He tickled the crease
between her thigh and her pussy. Then he was touching her on the
crotch-strip of her panties, stroking the silken fabric which
stretched tightly around the fullness of her cunt.

Wild excitement made Susan squirm with delight, rubbing her
nylon-encased pussy against Tommy's fingers. Moisture sprang from
her intimate folds, dampening her panties and seeping through as
Tommy rubbed.

"Go on!" Susan demanded. "Hook my panties aside!"

With trembling fingers the lad complied, stretching a panty
elastic until Susan's entire hairy cunt was displayed before him.
But except for a narrow slice of pink, moist flesh between the
slightly parted hair-covered lips, only the organ's outer aspect
could be seen. More finger action from the youth was called for.

Susan relieved him of the task of holding her panties askew,
hooking the elastic with her own finger.

"Open me!" she exhorted.

The lad touched the slitted center of her cunt with a fingertip,
and Susan quivered. He stroked his finger up and down her moist
cleft.

"Part my lips," Susan breathed. "Use your thumbs."

The lad did as directed, and Susan's entire sexual beauty opened
to him. All pink and moist and delicate she was, with the tip of
her ditty thrusting forward above the tiny slit through which she
pissed and, below that, the slick-rimmed mouth of her vagina.

Tommy gazed in excited awe at his teacher's cunt, which his
thumbs continued to hold open. His upthrust pecker quivered as it
protruded from the fly of his pants.

He wanted to touch Miss Campbell inside, and she had told him to
do anything he liked. He placed his finger between the lips of
her pussy and let those velvety folds snap shut around it. He
tickled Miss Campbell's pea-like bump, then slid his finger
downward and into the tight, slippery hole he had fucked the day
before.

Susan shuddered passionately. Tommy felt her pussy contract
ripplingly on his finger, which he pushed all the way up inside
her. He stared down at the hairy lips against which his other
knuckles pressed. He stroked his finger up and down in Miss
Campbell's cunt.

She panted and writhed, fucking against the youth's hand.

"Wowwww!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his excitement. He had
found a new way to play.

He wasn't afraid of Miss Campbell any longer. Even the hairy
thing between her legs didn't frighten him, now that he had
looked at it closely inside and out and had discovered how to
play with it.

He circled his stiff finger in Miss Campbell's grabby hole.

"Oooooh!" she whined throatily, writhing. Her shapely tits
wobbled and quivered.

Tommy used his free hand to toy with those lovely, ruddy-tipped
bulbs. He squeezed and shook the titties.

He was becoming quite bold, Susan realized in her excitement.
This pleased her, but it made him seem more like the older guys
she had been with, also. Plainly Tommy was growing up.

He still was only thirteen however and fresh-faced ... and almost
innocent, despite his new-found audacity.

"We're going to ... move up to my desk," Susan said, finding it
difficult to speak while Tommy diddled her. "Come along."

She eased his hands away from her. The lad obviously was
reluctant to give up her warm, moist cove and jutting globes, if
only for a few moments.

Susan let her panties snap back over her snatch and slid off
Tommy's desk. She turned and strode to the front of the room,
feeling extremely wanton as she walked through her classroom in
just her panties. She let her hips roll suggestively, knowing
that Tommy's eyes were on her panty-clad ass.

The lad got up and followed, his prick sticking out and upward
through the front of his jeans.

Susan turned at her desk and faced him. She slowly stripped down
her panties.

"Why don't you take off your clothes, too," she suggested, her
voice containing just a tinge of huskiness. "That way, we can be
more free with each other."

As Tommy began to comply, Susan turned her back to him once more,
this time showing him her bare ass. She bent slightly forward,
pushing all the articles on her desk over to a far comer. By the
time she had finished and faced the lad, he was nude ... except
for his socks. He had kept them on yesterday also, she recalled.
Well, no matter. Socks didn't get in the way.

Susan sat on the edge of her desk and spread her thighs. She
merely perched on the fleshiness of her buttocks, letting her
cunt more-or-less hang forward, over the desk's rim.

"Now, dear, you get down on your knees," she told Tommy, her
voice trembling slightly as she thought about what she hoped
would happen next.

"But ... but ..."

Susan smiled warmly. "You'd like to look at me even more closely,
wouldn't you?"

That sold Tommy. Looking was lots of fun, and it didn't require
anything of him. He still wasn't altogether sure of himself with
a woman. Yesterday Miss Campbell had done everything. Tommy
didn't know just how to proceed on his own.

He knelt. His face was between his teacher's thighs, but well
back from her pussy. Without being told this time the lad opened
her pussy lips.

Susan laughed softly and caressed his golden head. Gradually her
hands moved from mere caressing to grasping hold. Gently but
commandingly, she drew Tommy's head forward.

Her excitement mounted as his face neared her open cunt. At first
Tommy was so mesmerized by stating at her pink intimate flesh
that he didn't realize what was happening. Then suddenly he was
aware that he was smelling his teacher's cunt. There wasn't
anything bad about it, but it was different and kind of funny. He
was very close to her cunt by that time. Why his mouth was almost
touching it!

"M-Miss Campbell!" he exclaimed in alarm. "Aahhmmmghfff!"

Susan had given a quick tug on the back of his head, and his face
was pressed right into her flesh! His mouth was kissing her
pussy!

"Ooooh, that's it, darling!" she cried passionately. "Lick it!
Suck it! Make love to my pussy, dearest!"

The lad was befuddled, but extremely excited, also. He had never
thought about pressing his mouth to a girl's or woman's thing. He
would have shied away from it if he'd had the choice. But now
that it was happening, he found it wasn't so bad. It wasn't any
worse, he guessed, than Miss Campbell's sucking of his prick
yesterday.

He gently twisted his head, licking tentatively at his teacher's
cunt as he breathed in her strange, musky scent. He tasted her,
and didn't find that exactly bad, either.

Tommy's face became wet as Susan's liquid passion gushed onto
him. She crossed her legs around the back of his head. She worked
her hips, grinding her open, throbbing cunt against his mouth.

The lad slithered his tongue into her hot, slippery hole.

Susan's fondest dream was coming true, and she thrilled beyond
words. She felt as if she were off the earth, in a rarified realm
of pure delight.

She lay back on her desk, supporting herself on her elbows. This
permitted her to lift her ass and move it more freely, suspending
herself from her legs wrapped around Tommy's head. The lad's face
was thereby forced even more firmly into her wet, flowing twat.
He couldn't have gotten away if he'd wanted to. He could scarcely
breathe, with his nose buried in Miss Campbell's aromatic bush.

She fucked his face avidly, and he returned the favor with his
plunging, fluttering tongue. He quickly got used to her scent and
flavor and began to like it.

Susan started to come.

Her orgasm built slowly, getting better and better as the
exciting moments passed. She wanted it to hang on and intensify
while she did everything with Tommy and he did everything with
her.

She plopped her ass onto the desk-top, causing Tommy's tongue to
skid out of her cleft. Releasing her leg-hold on him at the same
time, she permitted the lad to lift his head. He gasped for
breath. His lips were wet with Susan's nectar. His eyes were wide
and excited - uncertain, too, for he didn't know what was going
to happen next.

Susan showed him! She slid off the desk, onto her knees on the
floor. Her titties swooped forward as she bowed to Tommy's
upthrust cock.

She felt a new surge of orgasm as she wrapped her soft lips
around the youth's throbbing glans and began to suck it. Her
tongue tickled the slit at his cock's tip. She played with his
adorable, hairless balls.

She found that she could plunge her mouth to the very base of
Tommy's organ, allowing his soft nuts to caress her chin.

"Uuuh! Oooh! Wowwww!" the youth panted. The teacher's cocksucking
made him very excited.

Susan was coming like crazy by that time. All she needed to reach
a new pitch that was higher than any she had known before was to
take his delightful prick inside her body, and to have him carry
the action this time - to get on top of her and really fuck!

She quit mouthing him, letting his magnificent, young cock wave
free. She flopped onto her back, lifting her legs and spreading
them.

"Fuck me, Tommy!" she pleaded. "Get on top of me and drive your
prick in!"

The lad didn't hesitate a moment. There seemed to be no problem
any longer of not knowing what to do. He simply did what he felt
like.

He scrambled forward atop his beautiful teacher, grasped his
dick, and inserted it into her warm, slick hole. It glided all
the way into her.

She began moving up and down, round and round. Tommy moved
against her. The moving felt wonderful. He lengthened and
intensified his strokes.

He was fucking, he realized. Fucking Miss Campbell! Fucking her
like hell, and he loved it! She loved it, too, judging by the way
she was moving and panting and making wild little sounds.

He braced himself on straight arms so that he could watch her as
he vigorously stroked his cock up and down in her snug, slippery
hole. Susan gazed up at the beautiful boy who was sprawled over
her, driving his super-stiff rod in her vagina.

"Oooh, Tommy ... Tomm-eeeee!" she cried as her wild ass slapped
against the schoolroom floor.

Her rolling, heightening orgasm sent convulsive ripples up and
down her cunt as the lad speared her slippery, clutching flesh.
She quivered all over. She was quaking deep inside. Her mind swam
in a sea of warm cum.

The boy felt as if he was on top of the world as he drove his
cock into Miss Campbell. And right in the schoolroom, too. Shit,
if the other guys could only see him!

He fucked his teacher with wild abandon. Susan passionately
fucked back. The room seemed to tilt and slowly revolve.

Tommy cried out. His hot spurts sent Susan into the final flurry
of an orgasm that had been going on for minutes. She heaved and
gasped. Her moans were animalistic. When she reached the
excruciating limit of her endurance. she fell motionless on the
floor. Every ounce of her nervous energy had been drained
blissfully.

The lad pulled his dripping cock from her.

He lowered himself against her body. They wrapped their arms
around each other and they kissed.

They had made the earth shake that day.

Chapter 7

"Man, Miss Campbell's sure been lookin' good lately!" lanky Spike
Foster said to the guys who had gathered in a group near the
water fountains.

"Hey, you think she wears a bra?" Bobby Trent wanted to know, his
roly-poly face aglow.

"Shit!" Spike said. "The way them big round tits of hers jiggle?
Her fuckin' nipples even make dents in her dress."

"I'd like to get a hold of those titties!" another boy said.

Tommy had been listening to all this, and his young ego demanded
recognition.

"I've played with her tits," he blurted.

All eyes turned toward him.

He read amazement, then derision in Spike's gaze. "Listen to this
asshole!" he said. "He's played with Miss Campbell's titties!
Shit!"

"I have!" Tommy maintained, his cheeks reddening. "Promise you
won't spread it around if I tell you something else?"

The other boys obviously were trying to figure him out. Was he
just snowing them, or could it be that he'd gotten close to the
pretty teacher? Tommy had a reputation for being straight with
them.

"We won't tell anybody," Bobby said. "What is it?"

"I fucked Miss Campbell!" Tommy proudly announced.

"No shit?" Bobby said.

"You goddamn liar!" Spike challenged.

Tommy clenched his fists. "Take that back or I'll smash your face
for you!"

Bobby pushed his bulk between them. He was gazing earnestly at
Tommy. "Did you really fuck her? Really?"

"You're damned right!" Tommy said, feeling a bit guilty by that
time for letting the secret out. But this didn't keep him from
going on, now that his veracity had been challenged. "It happened
yesterday, after school. Right in the classroom. And it happened
before that, too, in the teacher's lounge."

Spike squinted. He was on the verge of becoming convinced. "You
really fucked Miss Campbell?"

"Yeah. Now don't tell anybody else, huh? And I don't want to talk
about it any more."

Tommy turned and walked away feeling like a man in the eyes of
his peers. But he felt also that he may have hurt Miss Campbell
and he hadn't wanted to do that.

"Maybe it's the truth," a boy said to Spike. "Miss Campbell had
him stay after class a couple of times."

"Bullshit!" said Spike. "He's just braggin'. He couldn't fuck
nobody. He ain't even got hair on his balls!"

Spike was proud of the wisps that curled around his own
testicles. He was a year older than the other boys in his class,
having been held back a grade when he was young.

Though he had never fucked, he had acquired the art of
masturbation, and he frequently thought about Miss Campbell as he
played with himself. It would have been great to glimpse her in
the nude as she was making out with somebody, he thought - even
better, though it was almost too good to imagine, to make out
with her himself.

He decided to hang around after school that afternoon and check
out Tommy's story. If the other boy remained in the classroom
with the teacher, Spike would peek in through a window. He would
find out whether Tommy had been bull-shitting them or not.

When the final bell rang, Susan didn't have a chance to invite
Tommy to remain. The lad stood up and walked to her desk.

"Can we get it on again today?" he asked bright-eyed and
expectant.

Susan felt a stimulating surge of warmth. "Oh, my darling! Of
course we can! I want you, Tommy. I want you all the time. I love
you so much!"

She rose quickly from her desk and circled it. The youth met her
half-way. She pressed against him, and he wrapped his arms around
her.

Spike, who had left the classroom with the rest of the students,
got away from them as quickly as he could and circled the
building. Glancing about to make certain he wasn't being
observed, the tall, skinny lad sidled into the bushes just
outside Miss Campbell's room. He crept up a window and peeked in.

A thrill went through him as he saw Tommy and Miss Campbell
kissing. So Tommy hadn't been lying! He was making out with the
teacher!

But, wait. Maybe they were just fooling around. Kissing was one
thing, and fucking was something else.

Spike waited and stared.

Susan's tongue slipped into Tommy's mouth, circling and rubbing
his. Her tongue withdrew.

Tommy knew what was expected of him, and it was just what he
wanted to do, anyway. He slid his tongue into the teacher's
mouth. He stroked the slippery bit of meat between her lips.

Susan thrilled.

Tommy's own excitement was evident by the fact that his cock had
risen against her, though his snug jeans kept it from reaching
full erection. Susan writhed against him.

The youth's hands became restless at her back. He began sliding
them up and down. Susan was wearing a knitted blouse and skirt.

Tommy glided his hands down to the rounded cushions of her
buttocks and enjoyed their springy responsiveness through her
thin skirt and the even thinner panties he could feel beneath.
Believing by that time that he could be as bold with Miss
Campbell as he wished, the youth pulled her skirt up.

In the bushes outside the window, Spike got a hard-on as he
watched the teacher's skirt-hem rise on her bare legs. But
because her back was aimed away from him, he couldn't see her ass
in sheer pink panties as Tommy lifted her skirt to her waist. All
Spike could see was the arching edge of her panties at the top of
her thigh.

Turn around, God damn it! he silently demanded, -and began to rub
himself through his clothes.

But Susan didn't turn around. She had no reason to do so. She was
enjoying herself just as she was, pressing against Tommy's risen
hardness and kissing him passionately, while she gently ground
her hips against him and enjoyed his caresses on her wiggling,
panty-clad bottom.

Her young boyfriend was anxious to get on with the action,
however. He let Miss Campbell's skirt drop and took hold of the
bottom of her blouse. He lifted that clingy garment.

Susan stepped backward, allowing him room to remove her blouse.
Her head was feather-light. Her lashes drooped. Her lips were
moistly parted.

Spike, from outside the window, had a perfect view of the pretty
teacher as Tommy drew her blouse up. The peeper's eyes fairly
popped as Miss Campbell's round, full tits bobbed into view.

She raised her arms, and Tommy lifted her blouse over her head.
He tossed it aside. Then he filled his hands with the luscious
fruits on her chest and squeezed them. He bounced them up and
down and patted them together, to Miss

Campbell's evident enjoyment.

Tommy did play with the teacher's tits, Spike saw to his
excitement. That led the older youth to conclude that everything
else Tommy had bragged about was true, as well. He was going to
fuck Miss Campbell, right in front of Spike's eyes.

By that time Spike's prick was so painfully constricted by his
pants that he was forced to unzip himself and let his long,
skinny organ leap out. He retracted the foreskin from its rosy,
bulging head. But he didn't stroke himself. He had learned from
experience that only a few strokes would bring him off, and he
didn't want to climax yet. He wanted to enjoy everything he was
about to see.

Tommy unfastened Miss Campbell's skirt, while the teacher stood
compliantly, smiling at him. He let her skirt down, and she
stepped from it. She took the garment and turned to lay it on his
chair, affording Spike a delightful view of her ass with her thin
pink panties clinging to it. The crack between her shapely
buttocks showed hazily through the nylon.

Spike grasped his bone-hard cock. The organ throbbed in his
first, the head swelling and lifting even higher. His prick was
standing almost straight up.

Spike still didn't stroke himself, however. He wanted to enjoy
his hard-on as long as possible before coming off.

Facing Tommy again, Susan began to undress the youth. She quickly
removed his t-shirt, then knelt in front of him to unbuckle his
belt. She pulled Tommy's pants down, and the front of his Jockey
shorts surged forward. The peak in his springy briefs bobbed up
and down in front of the teacher's face as he lifted his feet, to
let her take off his tennis shoes, then repeated the process as
she removed his jeans. Susan pulled his shorts down.

The lad's stiff cock leaped up and down as the stretchy fabric
relinquished it. His white balls, which had begun to sprout just
the faintest wisps of hair, hung exposed at the base of his
upthrust dong.

Susan left his shorts hunched about his knees and leaned closer
to him. She wrapped a delicate hand around the shank of his stiff
penis and tilted the organ toward her rosy lips.

Spike could hardly believe what he was seeing as the teacher's
moist tongue protruded and she began to lick the pink head of
Tommy's cock.

"Jesus Christ!" Spike exclaimed aloud and clutched his prick
harder.

Susan's waggling tongue worked pleasurably down the length of
Tommy's standing penis until she reached the lad's balls. She
licked his velvety scrotum. buffeting his balls about. She got
her nose underneath his nuts, the better to breathe in his
delicate manly scent, and licked the sensitive bridge between his
balls and asshole.

Then she worked her way up over his balls again, licking them
thoroughly, before walking her tongue to the head of Tommy's
stalwart young cock. She glided her red lips over the tip of his
pecker and enlarged the circle of her mouth as it slid down,
completely encompassing the youth's throbbing cockhead. Sucking
with evident pleasure, she slowly pumped her mouth on Tommy's
prick.

Spike couldn't stand by, outside the window, and watch any more
of that. He would have to bring himself off by his own hand or
...

Why not! he thought, wild with excitement. If Tommy could get
next to the teacher like he was doing why couldn't Spike get in
on the fun, too?

Struggling painfully with his stiff prick, he managed to stuff it
into his clothes and zip his jeans up. All the students, except
for Tommy and himself had left the school by that time. The
principal and teachers had left also, except for Miss Campbell.
There was no one to observe Spike as he hurried around the
building the front of his pants pushing forward, and entered by
the back way. He rushed to Miss Campbell's room.

As he entered quietly, the pretty teacher was still kneeling in
front of Tommy. bobbing her brunette head. The youth was standing
facing away from the door, his head tilted back and his eyes
shut. He was biting his lip as great surges of passion coursed up
through his body from his stiff cock which Miss Campbell was
rhythmically sucking.

Spike felt he had nothing to fear as he quickly moved up beside
Tommy. If Miss Campbell refused to do for him what she was doing
for Tom, he could tell what he had seen and get her run out of
town. She wouldn't dare refuse, he believed.

He unzipped his pants and let his prick leap out, stiff and long.

If Susan hadn't had her eyelids lowered so that she could see
only the spit-slick shaft of Tommy's cock as she sucked it, she
would have been aware of Spike's entry sooner. But as it was, she
didn't glimpse the lanky lad until his pecker was quivering
before her.

She opened her eyes wide and jerked her mouth off Tommy's
candy-stick.

"Ch-Charles!" she exclaimed, for that was Spike's real name.
"What are you doing here?"

The answer to the question was obvious: Spike was standing there
with his prick sticking up, waiting for the teacher to do with it
what she had been doing with Tommy's.

Susan's gaze leveled to Spike's cock, and her excitement surged.
She loved Tommy, but she had affection to spare. She could easily
lavish some on Spike, though he wasn't as sweet and
innocent-acting as Tommy was.

Tommy didn't find the other youth's presence so welcome.

"Man, bug off!" he demanded, clenching his fists.

Spike paid no attention to him. He was gazing down through
narrowed eyes at the teacher, who was staring at his prick as if
she were about to grasp it.

He made this easy for her, by taking a step closer. His upthrust
dick nodded invitingly.

Susan clutched it, and a great thrill went through Spike.

"Shit!" exclaimed Tommy, whose own cock was quivering as he
writhed in frustration.

Susan began to lick the head of Spike's pecker. She derived a
fresh burst of flavor and a somewhat raunchier scent than Tommy
had conveyed. Still, Spike was only a lad - just fourteen - so
there was none of the negative feeling she had when she was with
a grown man.

She let her encircling lips crawl over the tip of Spike's cock
and inch their way downward until she had encompassed the entire
head.

The youth had never imagined such wondrous thrill as he
experienced with his cock in the teacher's warm, wet mouth and
her lip-stroking and sucking it. He gazed down at her silken
black hair, which slowly bobbed up and down ... at her quivering
tits which hung suspended in luscious fullness ... and at her
rounded ass with pink panties stretched across the quivering
cheeks.

Spike's head swirled.

Unlike Tommy, who had barely reached the age where he could come
and therefore possessed strong natural resistance, Spike was old
enough to come easily and had little resistance at all. He could
take less than a half-dozen strokes of Miss Campbell's sucking
lips before his balls tightened and he felt hot semen surge up
from them. He made a strangling cry as the cum shot through the
tube of his trembling pecker into his teacher's mouth.

Startled, Susan gulped, swallowing, the gooey substance which
splashed over her tongue and down her throat. This gave her a
wild thrill, and she didn't stop sucking Spike. He shot again and
again, writhing ecstatically as Tommy watched with mouth agape.
Susan reveled in the scent and taste of Spike's semen. She
couldn't gulp fast enough to get it all down and a trickle oozed
out between Spike's jerking shaft and her lips, running down her
chin.

When the lad's balls had been sucked dry, he tottered backward on
rubbery legs, dragging his penis from the teacher's mouth. She
immediately turned back to Tommy.

"No!" the other lad exclaimed, holding her away from him. "I want
to fuck you now!"

"Yes ... yesss!" Susan said excitedly, scrambling to her feet.
"Please fuck me!"

She bent over one of the student's desks, aiming her panty-clad
bottom at Tommy. While Spike watched, the younger youth grasped
the teacher's pants and pulled them down. Her black-haired pussy
peeped out from between her white thighs.

Susan spread her legs apart, stretching her panties between her
knees, and Tommy moved up, grasping his prick and aiming it at
her enticing target. He twisted the head against her puffy slit,
gaining entry, then pushed with his hips and glided his entire
organ into her. Her cunt was even tighter than usual, when
attacked from behind that way, with her thighs pressing at either
side of it.

Tommy fucked forward and back, grasping his teacher's bare hips.

As Spike watched, his wet prick twitched and started rising
again. Susan saw this from the corner of her eyes and reached for
him, grasping him by the handle and pulling him toward her face.
Her pink, glistening mouth opened, and she clamped it around the
head of his dong. She sucked his cock ardently while Tommy
screwed her, and Spike's prick quickly attained rigid erection.
Now he had resistance, because his balls had been drained only
moments before.

He rocked forward and back, fucking his teacher's mouth, while
Tommy drove long, hard strokes into her juicy, tight snatch. The
youths looked at each other and exchanged happy smiles. It was
clear to Tommy, by that time, that Susan had enough to offer for
them both.

Susan had never been in such heaven, sucking one boy while
getting fucked by another. She wiggled and thrust her hot ass
against Tommy's strokes while her lips skidded up and down
Spike's slippery pole.

The sight of her cocksucking Spike added to the stimulation Tommy
was receiving from her tight pussy as he speared it, and he
quickly reached a climax. His vigorous spurts gave Susan an
orgasm. She mouthed Spike fiercely as she came, champing on his
rubbery cockhead while her lips pulled at his shaft.

Still he remained stiff, writhing and thrusting.

As soon as Tommy pulled out of the teacher, she let go of Spike's
cock and stood up. Her brain was spinning, and she continued
quaking inside.

She lay down on her back across the student's desk and kicked her
legs in the air. Her pink panties were still wound about her
knees.

"Take off my damn pants and fuck me!" she said to Spike.

The youth eagerly complied, pulling Susan's panties down her legs
and giving them a toss. They hooked on a comer of a student's
chair. Susan spread her legs wide, keeping them up in the air,
and Spike gazed at her wet, pink cunt in its black, hairy forest.
He saw her asshole, too, with its radiating little puckers.

Clutching his cock, he moved up, and introduced the skinny pole
into his teacher's open channel. He fucked her eagerly, clamping
his hands over her full, rubber-like tits. He pulled at her
tittles, twisting her hard nipples between his fingers and
thumbs, as he pumped his prick joyously in and out of her.

"Come here, Tommy!" Susan cried, her head hanging down backwards
over the opposite edge of the desk. Her dark hair streamed to the
floor.

Tommy quickly moved around to stand in front of her upside-down
face. She raised her head a bit, and the lad's damp, soft penis
dangled into her open mouth. Since Tommy's dick was quite small
when flaccid, Susan was able to take it all. Her lips sucked at
the hairless base of it, and the boy's balls rested against the
tip of her nose.

Tommy supported her head in his hands as she worked on his
dangling dingus, buffeting the adorable little thing around in
her mouth. She drank down the fuck-juice that washed off it,
giving her a new taste delight, because it was a mingling of her
own cum with his.

How many ways there were to enjoy sex! she had discovered. Thanks
to her guidance, the boys were discovering all the ways, too.

She flexed her legs in the air, wide apart, as Spike stroked his
slippery, lean prick in and out of her wiggling quim. She tugged
at Tommy's dong, gradually stiffening it out so that she had to
relinquish part of it. But she liked it better now that it was
hard and held her lips apart, giving them something to glide on.

She sucked eagerly. Tommy stroked forward and back. She
discovered that the angle from which he was penetrating her mouth
made it easy for her to take his strokes into her throat, and she
resumed mouthing his entire prick, this time in rhythmic lunges.
Her tight throat clutching at his cockhead gave the lad an added
thrill.

Meanwhile Spike was fucking wildly in her pussy, struggling to
attain his second ejaculation. He moved so actively, with such
long, forceful strokes, that his cock nearly slipped out of her
cunt-hole several times, as he drew back. Finally, his prick did
slip out and skidded on Susan's wet, wiggling crotch. Spike
thrust blindly and-zap! His skinny, slippery cock forced open her
asshole and slid all the way up one stroke, before either of them
knew what was happening.

"Hey!" Spike exclaimed, startled, as he felt the super-tight,
rippling grasp of her anus.

"Keep it there!" Susan panted as she jerked her mouth from
Tommy's rod. "Fuck my ass, Charles! Fuck it gooood!"

She resumed sucking Tommy's cock as Spike, his brain reeling
giddily, stroked his slender prick in and out of his teacher's
hot, grabby ass. This was even better than fucking her pussy!

He clutched the backs of her upraised legs, using them for
purchase as he twisted and thrust in her asshole, which was like
a tight rubber band around his dick. What a thrill that was! The
youth moaned and panted.

The added thrill Susan received from having Spike's prick up her
ass caused her to gulp at Tommy's cock all the harder. He stroked
wildly in and out between her sucking lips. She squirmed on the
student's desk, reveling in the thrust of teenaged pricks at both
ends of her body. She clutched her cunt, running two fingers into
it. She felt Spike's cock sawing on the other side of the thin
membranes which separated her rectum and cunt, and she stroked
the hot, tingling tip of her clitty.

Her climax blossomed into a mouth-champing, ass-rippling frenzy
which brought Spike along, squirting into her guts, while Tommy
exploded in her mouth, sending his warm cum shooting down her
throat.

Susan had never had it so good, and it went without saying that
both boys were thrilled witless. Never before had they
experienced such fun at school.

Chapter 8

In thinking things over that night, Susan reluctantly concluded
that she had gone too far. Having fun with one student wasn't so
risky, but, with two boys involved, the chance of exposure had
doubled. Also, it was just too dangerous to keep screwing in the
schoolhouse.

Susan didn't want to be disgraced and run out of town.

She decided to have a talk with Tommy and arrange to meet him
somewhere else. They couldn't get together in her room or at his
home, either. They would have to figure out another place.

So that he might have a chance to think it over before she met
him at school the next day, she walked over to his house that
evening. Just calling on him for a conversation wasn't risky, she
thought, since teachers frequently had talks with students in the
evenings to discuss their studies. She assumed Tommy's brother
would give them an opportunity to talk alone.

She stepped up onto the porch of the Lansons' modest home and
rang the bell. She hoped Rusty would be out screwing around
somewhere. No, she reconsidered. It would be better if Rusty were
at home, so that she could give him an explanation for her
presence and he wouldn't hear second-hand, perhaps from a
neighbor, that she had visited his baby brother at night.

The door opened. Rusty grinned at her in happy surprise.

"Hello," she smiled. "I'd like to talk with Tommy, if I may."

"Afraid you can't do that," Rusty said, his eyes flicking over
her curves. "The kid's gone to bed."

"So early?" Susan asked in surprise. "It isn't nine o'clock yet."

"I know, but Tom was plum tuckered out. He's been that way every
night lately. You must be workin' him too hard at that school of
yours."

"Well, I ... " Susan stopped in confusion.

"Come on in, though," Rusty invited, holding the door wide open.
"You and me can have a little drink."

"No, thank you," Susan sniffed, and turned to leave.

Rusty grasped her arm. It was plain to Susan that he had already
been drinking. In fact, he was on the verge of being drunk.

"Let go of me!" she demanded.

"Better tone down or you'll wake up the kid," Rusty warned. "Come
in. You've got nothin' better to do tonight."

Susan permitted herself to be drawn into the house. Rusty shut
the door.

"I'll just have one drink and that's all," Susan said firmly.

"Maybe that'll be enough." Rusty winked.

He had wicked ideas - that was for sure and Susan wanted nothing
to do with him. Especially not tonight, after her vigorous sexual
workout with Tommy and Spike that afternoon. She sat on the sofa
and crossed her bare legs. Her skirt slid above her knees.

"What do you like - bourbon with a little water?" Rusty asked.

"That will be fine," Susan said, being careful to maintain a cool
attitude. She didn't know why she was there with Rusty at all,
except that he had made it difficult for her to walk away.

He brought her drink, along with one for himself. He grinned over
his glass, making a toasting gesture. Susan reciprocated and
sipped. Rusty sat beside her.

"So what did you want to talk to the little shit about?" Rusty
asked.

Susan colored slightly. "Are you referring to Tommy?"

"Who else?" Rusty gulped from his glass.

"I think it's awful of you to call him a little shit," she said.

"Well, then, the little prick. You like that better?"

"You're dirty," Susan said.

"Now just hold on there," Rusty said, snuggling closer. "As I
recall, when you and I were makin' it, you didn't hesitate to use
some four-letter words - like fuck me, fuck me, Rusty or
somethin' like that."

Susan's cheeks grew very red. "I wish you'd please forget that.
We're not going to get together again, ever. It isn't decent."

"Bullshit, baby!" Rusty told her.

Susan started to get up, but the slender, good-looking man
grasped her arm, forcing her bottom back down against the sofa.

"You ain't gonna run off just like that," he said. He was ogling
her breasts which had jiggled in her clinging blouse. "Say, you
quit wearing a bra didn't you?"

"My underwear is my own business, if you don't mind," Susan said
huffily.

"Yeah, but when your titties jiggle like that, a guy can't help
gettin' interested. Why, I'll bet even Tommy's old enough to
enjoy a jiggly set of tits. Struttin' around like that at school,
you're probably makin' him jack off in the boys' room. That's
probably why he's so tired every night."

"I won't sit here and listen to your filthy talk!" Susan
exclaimed, and began to struggle, attempting to free herself from
his grasp.

Her glass tipped and spilled onto the rug.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, without thinking. "Now look what I've
done."

Rusty laughed. "Never mind that. But you just proved my point -
that you're not above using a little strong language yourself
sometimes."

"I didn't mean to say it," Susan replied, embarrassed. "Now let
go of me!"

"Not just yet." Maintaining his hold on her with one hand, Rusty
set his glass down. He took Susan's drink and placed it on the
end table, beside his own. "I don't think you really want that -
or need it, either."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you're fully capable of throwin' a good fuck without any
liquor in you. In fact, you proved that a couple of times with
me."

"I told you to forget those times," Susan said. "I'll never do it
again."

"The hell you won't!"

Rusty moved in for a kiss. Susan jerked her head to the side,
seeking to avoid him. But he was persistent. He grasped her chin
to steady it. His lips crushed hers. He forced her mouth open,
and his tongue came spearing in.

Susan's blood quickened. No man could kiss her that way without
invoking a response. Though she preferred boys, and only felt
right when she was with them, men excited her physically. That
was something over which she had no control.

Rusty slid a hand up her front, toying with her titties through
her thin blouse. Her nipples stiffened. Her mouth relaxed more,
making it easier for Rusty's tongue to play inside it. Her tongue
joined in the game.

She was breathing hotly by the time Rusty began caressing her
legs, feeling up the satiny slopes of her thighs. Her legs moved
well apart, as if of their own accord, and the man's eager
fingers reached the center strip of her panties. He tickled her
pussy through the silken fabric.

Susan writhed. She clutched Rusty around the back of the head and
did most of the kissing herself. He let her wet tongue flutter in
his mouth, next to his, circling and sliding against it.

She was becoming strongly turned on, and it was only natural that
she would reach for the center of his sexual power. She caressed
the hump in his pants and pulled at it.

Rusty took his hand from her long enough to yank down his zipper
and to drag his semi-erect penis out of its confinement. The
meaty organ whipped in the air and stiffened up as Susan's
delicate fingers closed on its head.

Rusty put his hand back between her legs, this time hooking her
panties aside and stroking her hot cunt directly. Her soft labia
were puffing and becoming moist. Rusty slipped his finger between
the velvet folds.

Susan began to stroke his cock ardently. She wanted that big
thing inside her. Boys' pricks were delightful, giving her a
special thrill, but they didn't fill her up like a man's cock
did.

Before Rusty stuck his prick into her, though, she wanted to
taste it. The gliding of his finger up her cunt, rubbing her
excited ditty, gave her the final stimulus to induce action, and
she tore her mouth free of Rusty's. She bent forward.

The man let her wrap her warm, soft lips around the head of his
cock. He moaned as she sucked, licking his flavorful glans at the
same time. She began to pump her head up and down, gliding her
o-shaped lips across the ridge of his cockhead and along his
slippery shaft. His glans pressed her writhing, velvety tongue.

All the while, he was stroking his middle finger in her slippery
twat. His other hand rolled her titties through her blouse. He
pulled the blouse up, and her soft globes bobbed into his grasp.
He squeezed them and pulled on her nipples.

Susan was working on his cock as if it were an ice-cream cone,
drawing her lips suckingly up over the tasty head, using her
tongue well. She let his organ pop free of her Bps. The wet,
redolent glans rubbed her nose and rubbed up alongside it as she
licked downward on his shaft. Her eager hand scooped his balls
out of his pants, and she licked those bobbly fruits in their
velvet, hairy sac.

Rusty pushed her down on her back on the sofa, forcing her to
give up her oral loving of him. He lifted her bare legs in the
air, holding them wide apart. This exposed her pink panties where
the nylon cuddled her warm cunt and clung to the plump pillows of
her ass.

Rusty bent his head into the V of her thighs, licking the satiny
flesh. He nuzzled the center strip of her panties and licked
along the elastics which pressed against her rubbery buttocks.

He grasped her panties at both sides and pulled the silky garment
along her legs and off. As he spread her legs again, all of her
erotic beauty was exposed to him. Silken black wisps curled away
at either side from the meaty slash which gleamed wet and pink at
its center. Rusty's thumbs opened that delightful feast.

"Oooooh!" Susan sighed passionately as he bent his head once
more, this time bringing his mouth into direct contact with her
wide-open pussy.

He licked up the slippery inside of one cuntal lip and down the
other, letting his nose appreciate Susan's aroused aroma. He
fluttered his tongue against her ditty, causing her to gasp and
writhe. She pushed her cunt at him, and his tongue slid down from
her clit-bump into the hot, grabby mouth of her channel. Rusty
tongue-fucked her, stretching her vaginal opening with his meaty,
slippery thrusts.

He licked below her pussy, even tickling and moistening the
dimple-like depression of her ass.

Susan was so hot that she was beside herself with lust. She
flopped onto her belly and elevated her ass. Rusty leaned back to
gaze at her beautiful bottom which was magnificently displayed,
with her knees spread apart and her tits pressed against the
sofa.

She waved her ass at him. "I've been such a bad girl!" she
exclaimed, panting. "Punish me with your prick! Ooh please ...
please!"

Rusty eyed her enticing, tight asshole - a tiny slit of pink,
with little puckers radiating out from it, placed provocatively
between the luscious white mounds of her buttocks. His throat
tightening, the blood surging in his veins, he positioned himself
behind the wantonly exposed young woman.

This was the time to take her in the way he had wanted to do from
the first, he decided. He grasped his cock, which was moist with
Susan's spit and his own pre-coital secretion. He moved toward
her inviting anus, which he had moistened with his kisses.

The contact of his cockhead with her rear slit sent a hot thrill
racing through Susan. She feared the entry of Rusty's big prick
back there - it would be the thickest and longest she had taken
up her asshole yet - but she wanted it, too! She had to have it!

Moaning, the impassioned girl wriggled her ass, keeping her back
bowed as she aimed her anus upward. Holding his shaft in his
fist, Rusty pressed forward, grinding his rubbery, slick cockhead
against the forbidden gate.

"Oooh!" Susan cried. "It hurts! Ooooooh!"

But she didn't stop pressing backward, and Rusty didn't stop
pressing or grinding, either. Slowly and relentlessly, he was
forcing her tight asshole open. The tip of his prick was entering
the elastic ring, stretching it wider and wider as the fattest
part of his cock followed along.

Susan feared that her anus might pop as the man's horny ridge
became lodged in the opening. It hurt fiercely, bringing tears to
Susan's eyes. But in a way she enjoyed the harsh punishment.

Rusty kept pushing, and his entire cockhead popped into her ass.
Her sphincter contracted behind the ridge, lessening the painful
pressure to Susan. She thrilled to the glorious, hot fullness in
her butt as Rusty sank his cock deeper.

He began to take little strokes, in and out, and his slippery
shaft relaxed Susan's anal muscle. The hurt was practically gone.
But how huge Rusty felt in her ass! How hot the fucking was as he
thrust deeper and deeper up her rectum!

Finally he was giving her all eight inches of his monstrous cock
up her rear, fucking her tight, rippling asshole with long,
steady strokes.

"Ooooh, WOW!" Susan panted. "That's so GOOD!"

Rusty grasped her hips, squeezing her buttocks as he stroked in
and out. He watched his thick pole withdraw from her pink,
encircling asshole, then sink deeply into her butt again, turning
the pink flesh inward. Her asshole's snug grasp of his cock was
magnificent. The encompassing heat of her rectum was grand, also.

The man had never experienced such glorious fucking before.

Susan reveled in the intense physical sensation and in the
degrading aspect of the act, as well. This she never would have
admitted, but she responded to it. Moaning, she wriggled her ass
around the man's deep-reaching plunges.

He fell forward, over her back, and reached underneath to grasp
her titties. He squeezed those suspended, satiny globes, rolling
Susan's hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

His balls scratched her pussy and stimulated it each time he sank
his quivering cock to its full length up her anus. He pumped
relentlessly in and out, fighting the urge to complete quickly.

But he couldn't make the intensely exciting act last as long as
he would have liked. Susan's asshole was just too tight, and she
was too hot. Rusty's prick throbbed gloriously in her anal
clutches.

Giving a growl, he fucked her ass harder and faster.

"Ooh, my GODDD!" Susan cried, and began to climax.

Her entire body writhed and heaved. Her asshole rippled wildly up
and down the man's stroking rod. Rusty jerked. Moaning fiercely,
he expelled hot fluid from his twitching prick, into Susan's
bowels.

The climax was magnificent and complete for them both.

After they had cleaned up, they snuggled into Rusty's bed.

What am I doing here with him like this? Susan wondered. He isn't
the one I love. It's his baby brother.

Nevertheless she felt very good lying with Rusty and letting him
caress her tenderly as they whispered and kissed. She found he
was not altogether the brash, egotistical male she had first
known. He had a gentle, genial side which he now showed.

He made Susan feel protected, giving her a sense of security she
couldn't get from a mere boy. This was something she hadn't
thought she needed, but she responded to it.

Rusty's warm kisses, reciprocated by Susan's slithery little
tongue, and his hands tenderly toying with her titties and the
velvety lips of her cunt put her in a fucking mood again. On her
side, facing Rusty, she let one of her legs climb his body,
hooking around his waist. His strong prick found its way into her
soft cavern. Susan moved her hips in counterpoint to his as he
began to thrust in and out driving his bulging cockhead all the
way up inside her.

As they fucked voluptuously, he squeezed and wiggled the
resilient rondures of her ass. He twisted his head and
tongue-lashed a rigid nipple before sucking it deeply into his
mouth. He bathed the tingling bud in his warm saliva.

"Ooooh, Rusty ... Rusty ... I Jove you!" Susan heard herself
saying.

"And I love you, baby!" Rusty replied with feeling. "You're all
the woman I'll ever want!"

The turn-about in her feelings toward Rusty happened so quickly
that Susan hadn't had a chance to get accustomed to it or to
consider what it meant. She still could scarcely believe what had
taken place within her.

But as the leisurely, yet deeply passionate fucking continued,
she knew that her feeling for Rusty was real. She did love him.
And she wanted him forever.

But what about Tommy?

Oh. God! she suddenly thought. What would Rusty think of me if he
KNEW!

She forced that negative idea from her mind as too painful to
contemplate and concentrated on the magnificent thrust of Rusty's
cock as she ground her hot cunt around it. She loved to feel his
hands on her ass while they screwed, his strong fingers
manipulating her springy buttocks. She enjoyed his sucking of her
titties.

"Oooh, fuck me ... fuck me!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me forever!"

"That's just what I figure to do!" Rusty said heatedly as he
drove his strong prick into her with heightening fervor.

He rocked her from head to hips with his horny thrusts. He made
her titties shake. Susan was thrusting just as vigorously
herself. The coupling was no longer relaxed, but was gripped by
the lovers mutual need.

They fucked intensely, making the bedsprings creak and sigh.

Suddenly Rusty rolled on top of the prick-speared young woman and
drove his hot cock down and into her with such frenzy that she
could only gasp and hold her breath, letting out a small, keening
squeal as their passion built to an excruciating height.

The lusty bubble burst, and Rusty's hot spurts tilled the well of
her contracting, throbbing cunt. Her vagina rippled up and down
his twitching rod. Susan clutched the strong, handsome man she
loved and bit his neck with her hot mouth as her fingernails
raked his back.

She had come magnificently, with all her heart and soul as well
as her body. And she knew that her life had been changed that
evening.

It was a change she had never expected and wasn't prepared for.

What about Tommy? the question kept recurring.

Susan had no answer, but she knew she would have to work an
answer out. And quickly.

Chapter 9

"Spend the night with me!" Rusty begged. "I want to wake up
beside you in the morning so we can fuck the first thing, when
the sun is just coming up and the birds are singing outside."

"Oh, you!" Susan exclaimed, and tugged at his cock underneath the
light covers.

"Really. I mean it." Rusty was hugging the girl so tightly that
he made it clear he had no intention of letting her go.

"But what about Tommy?" she asked. "He mustn't find me here."

"Why not? He knows guys and gals go to bed together."

"But I'm his teacher!"

"He won't give you any trouble at school," Rusty said firmly.
"I'II see to that."

"Ooh, but we shouldn't ... " Susan murmured as she fondled her
lover's cock.

"I say we should," Rusty declared. "Now go to sleep, so you'll
wake up fresh as a daisy." He kissed Susan's eyelids.

She didn't have the strength to argue further. She wanted to
spend the night in Rusty's bed.

She relaxed into blissful slumber with his strong arms around
her, snuggling her warm nakedness against his firm chest.

She awoke - it seemed only minutes later with her hand still
around Rusty's cock. Or else she had replaced it there. Faint
light was seeping in through the shaded windows, and indeed the
birds were singing.

The soft prick she had gone to sleep holding had stiffened to
immense proportions and was hard as iron, except for the rounded
head which was like firm rubber. Susan tenderly stroked it, her
passion quickly building.

Rusty opened his eyes.

"Ooh, wow ... !" he breathed warmly, when he remembered the night
before and found the loveliness of Susan still snuggled in his
arms.

"Fuck me, my darling!" she begged.

He swung atop her.

He spent long, luxurious moments kissing her moist lips and
licking them ... toying with her fluttery tongue. He moved
downward, basketing her lush titties between his hands and
nibbling at her nipples until those ruddy tips were sticking way
up, stiff with passion. He rubbed Susan's soft tits against his
face, and she thrilled to the scratching of his night-sprouted
beard.

"I'm going to eat you all up!" he announced throatily as he slid
farther down her body.

"But I didn't wash after we did it last night," she protested.

"What's the difference?" Rusty said, licking her navel. "The
smell of sex isn't bad. I dig it. I dig the taste of it, too."

He proved that by licking down into the girl's pubic bush,
moistening the silken hairs with his saliva. Susan was doing some
moistening of her own by that time, adding fresh flavor to the
stale sex which clung to her cuntal lips.

Rusty spread her sweet pussy with his thumbs and settled into the
succulent feast. His lapping tongue and sucking lips drove Susan
wild. She writhed and moaned, tousling her lover's red hair
between her thighs.

Rusty rolled his girl over and made love to her delightful ass.
His moist tongue slithered between her satiny buttocks, stroking
up and down. He nibbled at the resilient flesh of her rear
cheeks.

He proceeded even lower to lick her smooth, tasty thighs before
he swung one of Susan's legs high over his head, flopping her
onto her back once more. Her raven hair was spread in exciting
disarray across the pillows. Her pink mouth panted with passion.

Rusty rose to kneeling position between her thighs, and she gazed
hotly at his long, stiff prick which soared out and upward from
his red pubic bush.

"Oooh, I've got to suck it!" she cried, and lunged forward,
grasping his cock in a fierce grip.

Rusty let her bow her head to his prick. He stroked her silken,
tangled hair as her wet tongue gave him wild pleasure. His cock
quivered against her licking caresses. She cupped and fondled his
balls.

After having teased herself with the raunchy scent and taste of
him, while licking his cock up and down, Susan capped her warm
mouth over the head of his organ. She worked her encircling lips
down until they encompassed his entire glans. She champed and
sucked thrillingly at the big, juicy bulb while skidding her lips
along his slippery shaft.

Rusty circled his hips, grinding his hot cock in Susan's mouth.
He thrust gently forward and back, fucking her lips. He reached
down to cup and jiggle her titties in his palms.

The door of the bedroom opened.

"Hey, Rusty, you gotta get up!" his sleepy younger brother
mumbled, the lad's eyes not yet fully open. "You got that job to
do for Wilbur Hicks. You promised him that you'd be there at ..."

Tommy's eyes were wide open by that time. He was staring at his
teacher who had just removed her mouth from his big brother's
prick. Both Susan and Rusty stared back at the lad.

"Ooh, my God!" Susan exclaimed and scrambled from the bed, her
breasts shaking and bobbing. She hurried to Tommy.

"What's going on?" Rusty asked in confusion as Susan took the
thirteen year old into her arms.

She didn't reply. She was more concerned at the moment with
assuaging Tommy's obvious shock at finding Rusty and her in bed
together.

"It's all right, darling," she murmured, petting the lad as she
pressed her warm, aroused nakedness against him. He was wearing
only pajama bottoms, and her rigid nipples dug into his boyish
chest.

"M-Miss Campbell!" he blubbered. "What're you ... doing here?"

She hugged him, kissing him moistly on the neck. "I'm sorry you
had to see that, Tommy. But your brother and I are in love with
each other. That doesn't mean I love you any less, though," she
quickly added.

"Love him?" Rusty challenged, getting off the bed. "What's this
bullshit?"

Susan turned from Tommy to confront his older brother. But she
kept an arm about the lad and continued to press a full titty
against him.

"I do love Tommy," she said defiantly. "Just as I love you. But I
loved Tommy first. He and I ... we've made love several times!"

Susan was glad that it was out.

The brothers stared at her and at each other. Both their pricks
were sticking up, Tommy's smallish one poking through the fly of
his pajamas.

"I want to go on loving both of you!" Susan exclaimed. "Can't I
do that? Can't you share me?"

"Share you with this dumb-shit kid?" Rusty roared, his face red
with anger.

"Gosh, I didn't know that you and Rusty ... " Tommy began, then
stopped, the completion of the sentence being obvious.

Susan reached out her free arm to Rusty. "Please!" she implored.
"Give me the chance to love oath of you - to make both of you
happy!"

Rusty seemed dumbfounded. Susan's earnestness caused his anger to
cool.

"This is the God-damnedest thing I ever heard of!" he said.

"Yeah!" echoed Tommy, his adolescent voice cracking.

"Let me prove I can do it!" Susan begged. "The three of us can be
so happy together!"

Rusty had moved up to within her grasp, and she drew him closer.
She sank to her knees between the two brothers.

They stared down at her in amazement, which quickly changed to
thrilled delight, as Susan began to lick first Rusty's upthrust
cock, then Tommy's even more erect but smaller organ. She turned
her head quickly from one to the other her moist tongue swabbing
across the head of each pecker as she clutched the stiff cocks
around their bases.

She wrapped her hot mouth around Rusty's prick and gave it
several head-bobbing sucks, then turned to Tommy and sucked his
little dick in the same fashion. Her hand stroked the cock she
wasn't sucking as she went from one to the other. The brothers
writhed in passion.

"Wow!" Tommy exclaimed. "Oooh, gosh! R-Rusty, is it okay?"

"Okay?" the man rasped. "Shit, it's terrific!"

He moved closer to his baby brother so that his prick was
sticking up next to Tommy's. In that way, Susan could make love
to both of them with a single swipe of her tongue. But the
situation wasn't altogether satisfactory for her, because she
couldn't take both pricks into her mouth at the same time ...
unless ...

Clutching both cocks, she shoved them snugly together. Stretching
her lips to the maximum. Susan gradually worked her mouth around
both bulging bulbs. She sucked the mouth-stuffing meat, bathing
both pricks in her saliva. Her tongue licked them both at the
same time. Her lips worked feverishly around the two cockheads
which were pressed together.

"I've got to ... screw you!" Rusty panted.

He pulled his prick out of Susan's mouth, permitting her to
lavish all her oral attention on his baby brother while he
quickly circled her to kneel behind her squatting hips. He
grasped her by the ass and lifted, shoving her bottom into the
air.

Susan had to bow her back in order to make her ass available to
Rusty while she continued to suck Tommy's prick. The older
brother moved her knees apart. He pinched her buttocks open.

He stared at the enticing asshole that he loved, its puckers
converging on a tight little slit which-still looked as if it had
never been fucked. Holding his pecker in his fist, Rusty ground
his wet, bulging glans against the adorable dimple.

Susan consciously relaxed her rear muscles while mouthing Tommy's
prick with long, sensuous strokes. It was much easier this time
for Rusty to grind his hot prick into her rear, forcing her anus
open until the elastic ring completely captured his blissfully
throbbing bulb. He sank his shaft deep.

He fucked Susan's asshole with long, steady strokes while he
watched her bob her head on his baby brother's dong.

The girl thrilled as never before in her life. The ass-fucking
hardly hurt at all - and what hurt there was, she enjoyed. More
than anything, she enjoyed Rusty's full, throbbing presence up
her butt while she held Tommy's young manhood in her mouth,
sucking and licking it.

Susan's tight, hot asshole rippled around Rusty's stroking rod
while she gulped at Tommy's pecker. She undulated her spine as
she thrust forward, then back. The brothers fell in with the
rhythm she had established, Tommy driving his prick into her
mouth as Rusty withdrew, then the older brother plunging up her
ass while she suckingly relinquished most of Tommy's
spit-glistening cock.

Susan was in heaven, and she wanted the magnificent thrills to go
on forever. But the brothers were wildly excited and couldn't
last long. Susan's orgasm reached fever pitch and she chomped
hard on Tommy's glans while she ground her hot ass around Rusty's
penetrating cock. Both brothers let go simultaneously.

Tommy's hot cum spurted over Susan's tongue and down her gulping
throat. Rusty's blasts flooded her bowels. The males groaned in
ecstasy, their cocks quivering inside her.

Susan moaned against Tommy's spitting cock and gurgled. Some of
his cum dribbled down her chin. She felt as if she would explode
from the convulsive quaking inside her.

Gradually the frenzy gave way to the most delicious, warm
relaxation she had ever known and she slumped to the floor,
causing both Tommy's and Rusty's softening organs to whip free.

"Ooh, I love you both so much!" she exclaimed, and rolled over,
gazing up at the two males.

"I love you baby!" said Rusty, and she knew he meant it.

"I love you too ... Susan," Tommy said, using her given name for
the first time.

It seemed that, temporarily at least, her problem had been solved
... and with hardly any effort on her part at all. Making love
was not an effort for Susan. It had become her supreme enjoyment.

Chapter 10

During the next day at school, there was a great deal of
whispering and smirking among the boys in Susan's class. Finally
even the girl students joined in.

Only Tommy remained aloof from the merriment. He obviously was
embarrassed.

Susan knew what was going on, and the situation disturbed her.
Spike obviously had bragged about what he had done with her the
day before, the word spreading quickly through the class.

The next event was predictable.

"Miss Campbell, I'd like to have a word with you, if I may," the
principal, Homer Twilby, said as he stuck his head through the
doorway after the children had filed out at three o'clock. "In my
office," he added ominously.

He left, and Susan rose from her chair. She was trembling. She
tried to calm herself by smoothing her skirt over her rounded
hips and thighs. She wished she had worn a bra that morning, for
her nipples were erect and made dents in her clingy blouse. Her
breasts quivered each time she moved.

Deciding there was nothing to do but confront square old Mr.
Twilby and admit everything, Susan left her classroom and walked
on rubbery legs to the principal's office. The door was open. The
other teachers and office staff had departed for the day, leaving
her and the principal alone.

She found him seated behind his desk. About fifty years old, he
had steel-gray hair and a lean, small frame. His eyes were quick
and his manner self-righteous. Susan understood that he was a
life-long bachelor, and he had always seemed so cold that she had
wondered whether he had any interest in women at all.

"Please close the door," he said crisply, not showing her the
courtesy of rising when she entered the room.

Susan shut the door behind her.

"Be seated," Homer said.

For some reason, which wasn't consciously formed in her mind,
Susan chose the chair next to Homer's desk. She crossed her legs,
causing her skirt to glide back from her knees. A narrow slice of
white thigh was visible above the stocking on her leg which was
crossed above the other.

Homer's eyes flicked there, whiplike, and Susan wanted to pun her
skirt down. It wasn't that she disliked being admired by men -
even men she didn't care for - but she feared Homer's glance was
one of condemnation, not lust. Still, she left her skirt alone.
What difference did it make?

"Some shocking gossip has reached my ears," the principal
pompously began. "It apparently was rampant among the students
today and was overheard by a teacher. She naturally brought it to
me."

"Naturally," Susan said with a strong tinge of sarcasm. She
wasn't as nervous as before. Homer Twilby was such an old fart!
Why let a ridiculous person like that frighten her?

"I believe you know what I'm talking about," he said firmly,
squinting as he looked at her.

"I suppose I do," said Susan.

"Do you deny that the gossip is true?"

Susan hedged, "Well, I'm not sure exactly what the students have
been saying." There was no use admitting any more than she had
to.

"Very well. Then I will lay it all out." Homer continued like a
prosecutor, "Do you deny that after school yesterday you had
illicit relations with two students in your classroom?"

"What do you mean by 'illicit relations'?" Susan asked, amused by
the principal's stuffy euphemism.

"I mean." Homer replied, his voice rising indignantly. "did you
permit those boys to ... to ... " He seemed stumped as to how to
finish the sentence.

Susan helped him. "To fuck me?" she asked sweetly. She answered
the question as Homer's face reddened, "Only one of them fucked
me. I sucked the other one off."

Homer's jaw dropped. He stared, speechless. Susan realized with
glee that she had demolished him by a few simple words.

"I know such conduct is inappropriate in a classroom," Susan
said, "but, well, we were excited and the situation got out of
hand. You know how those things are."

"I m-most certainly do not!" Homer sputtered, his face beet-red.

"You don't?" Susan asked, her eyes twinkling as she smiled. She
felt in complete control now. "You mean, you've never gotten
excited over a woman and lost your head, doing something indecent
and crazy on the spur of the moment?"

"Of course not!"

"Well, maybe that's your trouble, Mr. Twilby."

Susan lifted her thigh which was crossed over the other, causing
her skirt to slide nearly to her lap. This exposed the entire
length of her stockings, revealing her garters and the white
flesh above the stocking bands. The elevation of her crossed leg
also exposed a triangular portion of pink panties where her
thighs met.

Homer's gaze dropped to the exciting display and, despite an
obvious effort, he couldn't seem to draw his eyes from it. Susan
suddenly realized that he wasn't queer ... or cold, either. He
simply was repressed and had been all his life.

Susan got up from her chair and perched on his desk, immediately
in front of him. She crossed her legs as before, this time
placing the allure of her thighs and panty-clad crotch in his
direct line of sight, so close that he could touch them. She
smiled foxily.

"What do you think about this?" she boldly inquired, reveling in
her power as a woman. "Are you just a teeny bit interested?"

"Miss Campbell!" he exclaimed. "I ... I ..."

"My name is Susan." She writhed on his desk-top, causing her,
pussy to wiggle in her snug, silken panties.

Homer was staring at it and at her luscious bare thighs above her
stocking tops. His mouth continued to hang open.

"Susan, I ..."

"Do you want me?" she asked gently. "Is that what you're trying
to say?"

"Yes!" the respectable, middle-aged bachelor blurted.

"Then why don't you take me?"

"I c-can't!" he cried, suffering.

"And why not?"

"It would be indecent!"

"Oooh, poo!" Susan said, and slid forward off the desk, landing
astride Homer's lap.

Her skirt had rucked up to her middle. Only her thin panties were
between Homer's trousers and her warm, resilient buttocks. She
writhed, hugging his thighs with hers. She quickly unzipped her
blouse at the back and pulled it down, letting her tittles pop
out.

Homer stared at the luscious pale globes with their stiff, ruddy
nipples. He held back for only a moment before his respectability
crumbled and he wrapped his bony fingers around Susan's full,
springy tits.

A lustful breath rattled in his throat as he squeezed the young
woman's delightful bulbs.

"Ooooh, Homer!" she purred, and ran her fingers through his gray
hair.

"You sweet ... wonderful creature!" he exclaimed hoarsely. He
lifted one of her ripe tits to his descending mouth.

He sucked Susan's stiff, throbbing nipple.

She chuckled softly, continuing to pet him. She guided his mouth
from one titty to the other, then back again, waggling her
shoulders to and fro. Her sumptuous, nipple-studded softness
smeared across the man's sucking mouth. His tongue waggled.

Susan felt his cock rise in his pants to poke her warm crotch.

I've got him! she thought exultantly. He'll do anything I want!

What had begun as a fearful encounter for Susan had turned into a
personal triumph.

She lifted one leg and pushed Homer's head down so that he could
kiss her inner thigh above her stocking. He did so. She directed
his face to her opposite thigh, and he licked that one. She
waggled his bent head back and forth, rubbing his face across the
lower front of her panties.

"Let me take you!" he exclaimed, raising his head. He was
breathing hard.

"Only if you ask for it like a man," Susan chided. "Tell me what
you want, Homer - and none of that professor-like bullshit you
usually spout."

"I want to fuck you!" Homer cried. "Please let me fuck you!"

"All right," Susan giggled and tweaked the man's nose.

She dismounted from his lap, holding her skirt high as she did
so. This gave Homer a delightful view of her pink panties,
clinging to plump buttocks. Her full tit ties swayed and jiggled.

Homer turned his swivel chair to face her, but seemed afraid to
get up.

"Don't be bashful about your hard-on," Susan said, "I'll bet it's
a beauty."

She guided the man to his feet. The front of his trousers pushed
forward.

Susan dropped to her knees before him and opened his pants. Her
delicate hand snaked into his fly, her cool fingers finding his
hot cock. She drew the stiff organ out and rolled back its
foreskin.

Homer's pinkish glans swelled big and full. Its raunchy aroma
teased Susan's nostrils, dilating them. She stuck out her rosy,
slick tongue.

The man could scarcely believe what he saw or felt - as the
pretty, young teacher began passionately licking his cock.

"My goodness!" was all he could say as his prick twitched
excitedly against Susan's tongue.

She licked all over his glans, in the groove behind its horny
ridge, then up and down his shaft while the organ bobbed
spastically. She reached into his clothes, cupped his warm balls,
and brought them out. She licked those bobbly, hair-adorned bulbs
as they hung in front of his fly, Her tongue waggled up the
underside of his vigorously erect cock until her marvelous oral
instrument was tickling the tip of his pecker once more. Finally
she glided her o-shaped lips over his cockhead and locked them
behind the corona. She sucked his juicy, hot prick.

"Good GOD!" Homer exclaimed, writhing on the balls of his feet as
Susan pumped her mouth on his shaft. The wonderful sensation was
almost more than he could endure, having been without sex for so
long.

The twitching of his prick in her mouth told Susan that she must
ease up or Homer would surely shoot. While she wouldn't have
minded a taste of his cum she didn't want him to feel cheated by
having their sex fun cut short.

She released his wet, throbbing cock, and the lengthy organ waved
stiffly, trailing a strand of her saliva. She rose to her feet.

"Now why don't you take all your clothes off while I do the
same," she suggested.

"B-but this is ... my office!" the man protested, breathing hard.

"So what? We're alone here." Susan's eyes became very warm. "You
do want to see me with all my clothes off, don't you?"

"Yes!" Homer admitted heatedly.

"And I want to see you that way, too. Here," Susan offered, "let
me help you get comfortable."

She went to work on the principal's clothes while he stood
awkwardly with his prick sticking out through the front of his
pants. He watched Susan's tits bobble as she slid his suit-jacket
away, then unfastened his tie.

He clutched her firm, pliable titties.

Susan was aroused more from the situation than by the man, but
she couldn't help responding to his touch. She writhed gently,
wiggling her titties in his grasp.

She took Homer's tie away, then unbuttoned his shirt. She drew
that garment off. As she laid it aside, Homer lifted his
undershirt over his head.

His chest was nothing to excite a girl, but at least it had fuzz
on it. Susan ran her hands over the wiry hairs and tweaked
Homer's nipples. She bent her head and licked one of the tips,
moistening it. Homer writhed, his cock swaying to and fro. Susan
held her body away from him so that his moist penis wouldn't soil
her skirt.

She dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. She unfastened
his pants. As she slid his trousers down, she licked the tip of
his pecker, causing the organ to bob spastically. She chuckled.

The strait-laced old principal was having more fun than he had
ever imagined. Disciplining Susan had become the furthest thing
from his mind.

She removed his shoes and socks, then helped him off with his
pants. He wore plain blue, boxer-style shorts. These Susan
lowered with a single sweep, causing Homer's prick to pull in
through the fly, then bounce out above the descending waistband.

"Your pecker is springy as a kid's," Susan said.

"It is? Really?" Homer was obviously pleased by the compliment.

"I really dig it!" Susan exclaimed. To demonstrate that, she
nuzzled the base of his cock, letting the horny shaft stand up
next to her cheek. She kissed her way up the organ and licked off
the clear fluid which had oozed out its tip.

"That's ... wonderful!" he panted. "I mean ... what you've been
doing to me. I never ..."

"You never had a girl do that before? Oooh, Homer, what a pity!"

She cupped his balls and the base of his upthrust cock between
her hands, kissing all over those private parts as his prick
waggled across her nose. She drew several quick sucks at the end
of his organ.

"Let me ... see you now!" he begged. "All of you!"

Susan got to her feet and backed away. Smiling like the foxy lady
she had turned out to be, she went into a strip act which had
everything but music. Neither the performer nor the audience of
one seemed aware of that lack, however.

Susan turned this way and that, posturing, letting her long black
hair whip to and fro. She cupped her quivering titties and toyed
with her nipples.

Homer sank into his chair so that he could watch in greater
comfort.

Susan turned away and smiled at him over a creamy smooth shoulder
as she unfastened her skirt. The lowering of that garment
revealed her pink panties, which clung to plump, shapely
buttocks. A skimpy garter belt encircled her middle, its straps
emerging from under her bikini briefs to grip the tops of her
shining hose. The creamy fullness of her thighs gleamed
enticingly between her stockings and the lace-edged elastics of
her panties.

Keeping her back turned toward the thrilled male, she hooked her
thumbs around the top elastic of her panties and slowly turned
that delightful garment inside out as she lowered it, exposing
the twin rondures of her ass.

Her panties skidded down her stockings, and Susan stepped from
the skimpy briefs. She turned to face Homer, swinging her pants
on a finger. His prick was sticking up hard from his lap,
quivering with excitement.

Susan impishly gave her pants a toss, and they caught on the
man's standing cock. He laughed in excitement, his usually dour
face glowing.

He clutched Susan's panties and rubbed them up and down on his
prick.

"No jacking-off now!" she said pertly. "I have better things in
mind for that beautiful cock of yours!"

"You're amazing!" Homer exclaimed. "I would never have believed
... "

Susan bent forward and placed a finger across his lips. She
waggled her shoulders to and fro, causing her dangling tits to
sway like tolling bells. Homer cupped those springy delights in
his hands, letting Susan's stiff nipples tickle his hands.

She straightened, letting her titties bounce, and raised a
stocking-clad leg, placing her shoe on Homer's bare thigh. This
revealed her plushy snatch, which the man ogled hungrily.

"Why don't you unfasten my garters," Susan suggested. "That is,
if you feel up to it."

"I feel up to anything now," Homer replied, his cock proving the
point by continuing to stick up, rigid as steel through the
circle of her silken pants.

He stroked Susan's leg, running his appreciative hands back and
forth across the top of her stocking and along the garters which
pressed against her bare thigh. He slowly undid first one
metallic clasp, then the other. He gently pushed Susan's stocking
down.

Bending, he licked the lovely skin he was uncovering. He licked
high on Susan's thigh, as well.

His gliding, moist tongue turned her on, especially since his
face was tantalizingly close to her bare pussy.

Homer removed her shoe and stocking.

Susan placed her other foot on his thigh, and he ungartered her
remaining stocking. Instead of brushing it down her leg with his
hands, he wrapped his hands around her plump buttocks and wiggled
those exquisite globes as he used his tongue to push her slack
stocking along.

Susan sizzled.

"Kiss my cunt," she said sultrily after Homer had removed her
shoe and stocking.

"Ooh, my dear!" he exclaimed, clutching her firmly by the
buttocks and drawing her toward his face.

He nuzzled her sweet-smelling bush. His tongue sought out the
cleft beneath the curls and tickled it. However, standing as she
was, Susan couldn't appreciate the cunt-kissing as fully as she
would have liked. Homer obviously was frustrated, also.

The pretty girl backed up to his desk and sat on it, spreading
her thighs. This caused her moist pussy to split partially open,
revealing its pink inner flesh.

Homer scooted his chair forward and bent into the V of her pale,
tapering legs. He licked her luscious pussy up and down. Susan
moaned and writhed. She clutched Homer around the back of the
head, forcing his mouth and nose deeper into her sexual nest.

He plunged his tongue into her hot cunt, lapping up and down
across her tingling clitty. She circled her wet, soft snatch
around the penetrating probes of his tongue. She lay back on the
desk, spreading her thighs even wider and lifting them. This made
her cute asshole available to Homer, also, and he licked that
delightful dimple with the tiny curls surrounding it. He loved
the warm, satiny resilience of her buttocks as he stuck his
tongue between them.

Susan was more than ready to fuck by that time, and Homer had
been prepared for quite awhile. She slid forward off his desk,
whipped her panties away from his prick and directed the rigid
shaft up into her open cunt which glided warmly and snugly down
around it. Moaning with pleasure. Homer took the panties from her
hand and rubbed them against his face as Susan jogged up and down
on his cock, her titties bouncing before his eyes.

The man grasped a bobbling tit He squeezed and rolled the pliant,
firm mound.

Susan bent farther forward to rub her titties against his face.
He let her panties fall away.

She screwed him with circling, bobbing motions of her hips which
gave his cock sheer delight. He began to rock up and down on his
chair, jabbing his prick in her tight, wiggling hole. His moist
mouth chased and sucked at her dancing nipples.

"Finish me on the desk!" Susan exclaimed passionately. "I want
you to really drive your cock in!"

That idea pleased Homer, and he let her stand up. She sat on his
desk once more, lying back on her elbows. She lifted her widely
spread legs in the air.

The man stood between her open thighs, guided his cock into her
puckered pussy, and began thrusting wildly, fucking the lovely
girl for all he was worth. Susan fucked back.

The desk seemed to shake beneath them. The whole room seemed to
revolve. Susan panted, tossing her head from side to side. Homer
clutched her quivering tits. His bulb-ended prick sent voluptuous
ripples up and down her clutching, slippery cunt as he stroked
vigorously in and out.

His strokes increased in tempo until he was smacking his pelvis
into Susan's soft crotch at break-neck speed. Her cunt convulsed
around his rapidly stroking rod.

"Oooh, Ho-merrrr!" she cried, ecstatically completing.

He jerked and spurted his warm cum into the quaking, wet clutches
of her vagina.

When they were dressed and seated sedately once more, Homer said,
"I don't know what I'm going to do, my darling. The staff of the
school is up in arms. Soon the parents will be after me, as well.
I hate to sound selfish at a time like this, but my job is on the
line. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Of course," Susan replied. "And I don't want to see you ruined."

"If it were up to me - my God, you could have anything and
everything you want!" He reached and took Susan's hand.

"I know, Homer." She gave him a smile. "I'll quit. It's the only
solution."

"But I don't want you to leave town," Homer said quickly. "I, uh,
have a bit of money set aside. Quite a comfortable amount, in
fact, since I've never had a wife or even a girlfriend, for many
years, to spend it on. I could give you a regular allowance and
you could be my, uh ..."

"Mistress?" Susan stood, continuing in an even tone, "No, Homer,
I don't want that kind of life. But thank you for the offer,
anyway."

"Do you mean you're going to leave Poplar Gap?" the man asked,
obviously distraught over the prospect.

"Well, not right away. I have to think and, uh, work out some
plans. Maybe we'll see each other again, Homer."

"Oh, I sincerely hope so!" he said with feeling, and stood.

He circled his desk as Susan walked to the door. She turned and
faced him. He took her in his arms, and they kissed.

Susan left the principal's office feeling that she hadn't played
out her power over Homer to the fullest possible extent. But she
didn't regret that. She certainly hadn't been tossed out of the
school in disgrace, and possibly even prosecuted, as Homer might
have had in mind. And she had enjoyed herself. It wouldn't have
been fair to have made Homer suffer because of her indiscretions
with the students.

She was willing to write off her school career in Poplar Gap with
the hope that something more rewarding lay in store. It all
depended on Rusty.

Susan made plans to call on him that night.

Chapter 11

"It's luscious!" she purred as she lifted her lips from Rusty's
wet gleaming cock. Then, to prove she meant it, the passionate
girl capped her mouth on his cockhead again, licking sensuously
with her tongue as she took slow, slurping sucks.

"Oooh, wowww!" Rusty breathed appreciatively, tousling Susan's
hair. "You're something else, baby."

She let his prick escape once more and looked up at him
mischievously. "Just what am I? Do you dare to say it?"

"You're a damned fine cocksucker," he said. "And I mean that in
the best way."

"I know you do, sweetie," Susan smiled, and licked his prick. "I
like being a cocksucker. I want to suck this big, luscious dick
forever!"

She resumed stroking her mouth up and down on Rusty's long,
slippery pole, letting his corona skid thrillingly across the
soft elastic-like band of her lips. She played with his nuts.

Rusty writhed. He was standing next to his bed while Susan lay
curled upon it, wearing red and white polka-dotted panties. Rusty
reached down and toyed with her tits.

She released his lollipop from her mouth and the rosy, wet organ
stood up high, quivering, while she fluttered her tongue along
the shaft. She rubbed her nose against the redolent, bulging
head.

"Let me fuck your titties," Rusty begged.

"Sure," Susan agreed. "Climb on."

She stretched out on her back. and the handsome man sprang
astride her. She shoved her tits together as his cock nestled
between them. He stroked his prick forward and back against her
satiny skin.

Susan arched her neck striking at his surging cockhead with her
tongue. She managed to give a quick lick to the tip of his pecker
each time it thrust toward her from between her boobs.

Finally she let her tits spring away and Rusty scrambled farther
forward, placing his cock in her eager mouth once more. He leaned
against the head of the bed, fucking downward between Susan's
sweet lips. She made happy little sounds in her throat as her
lips worked marvelously on his stroking rod. Her tongue caressed
the sensitive underside of his mouth-stuffing glans.

The cocksucking reached such a feverish level of excitement for
them both that it became necessary either to switch to climactic
genital copulation or surge toward climax as they were, with
Rusty's cum spurting down Susan's throat.

She wouldn't have minded that, but she would have felt a bit
cheated when Rusty's prick slumped afterwards. Realizing this, he
withdrew his prick from her mouth with a Pop!

He scrambled backward, settling between the girl's thighs.

"Off come these pretty pants!" he said, grasping Susan's bikini
briefs at both sides and whipping them out from under her butt.
He pulled them up her legs and off, tossing them aside.

Susan spread her thighs wide for him.

Gazing at the moist, pink-centered pussy that he loved, Rusty
moved up, holding his cock in his fist. He fitted the bulb into
Susan's soft cunt and pushed, feeding her all eight inches of his
stalwart shaft.

"Ooooh, I just love that!" she panted. "Your prick is the
greatest!"

"It was just made to fuck you," Rusty purred as he began to
stroke in and out.

His thick cockhead stretched her pussy delightfully as it surged
up and down the slippery channel. His iron-hard shaft stropped
her clit and the sensitive nerve-endings in her pussy's mouth.
The pink inner flesh turned in each time he sank his bone to the
maximum length within her, so that her hairy outer flesh
surrounded the base of his prick. Then, as he withdrew, her
little lips turned outward, creating a moist, rosy ring around
his gleaming, wet organ.

Her cunt clutched him delightfully as he stroked up and down
within it. His balls swung against her anus. His pubic hair
ground into her silken fluff each time he drove deep.

He watched her titties quiver to his strokes. He loved the way
she tossed her head from side to side, her black hair streaming
across the pillows. Her pink mouth was open, her white teeth and
pink tongue glistening.

Rusty bent and kissed her, fucking her mouth with his tongue as
he fucked her cunt with his throbbing cock. She squirmed, pushing
against his lusty plunges. The bed creaked and sighed in time
with their screwing.

"Ooh, give it to me ... give it to me!" Susan panted. "Fuck me
until I can't see straight!"

"You like daddy's prick, do you'?" Rusty asked, giving it to her
in long, steady strokes.

"I love daddy's prick!" Susan exclaimed. "His beautiful, long,
fat cock! Oooh, baby, you fuck just the greatest!"

They moved faster and faster until the bed was making a rapid
squeak-squeak-squeak and his prick was flying up and down in
Susan's slippery, swirling hole.

"Uuuh!" Rusty grunted and drove deep, holding his twitching prick
there as it spurted.

"Ooooooh!" Susan moaned in ecstatic completion.

They clung and quivered together until the man's balls were
drained.

Rusty kissed her tenderly on the mouth, then rolled off, taking
her hand as he came to rest on his back, beside her.

"I got fired today," Susan said.

"What!" Rusty sat up.

"Well, you see, I did something naughty in the classroom." Susan
avoided her lover's gaze. "Tommy and I were making it there when
another boy came in - and, well, naturally I had to let him in on
the fun, also."

"I told that kid last night to leave you alone at school," Rusty
said angrily. "Wait until I get my hands on him!"

"Oh, this didn't happen today," Susan explained. "It was
yesterday. And it wasn't Tommy's fault. I'm afraid it was mine."

"Well, shit!" Rusty said. "I can't let you leave town."

Susan still avoided looking directly at him. "That's the last
thing I want to do, too. But I've got to make a living, and I'm
afraid my name will be dirt around here. Everyone's so fucking
square in Poplar Gap!"

"I'm not," said Rusty.

"I know, darling. You and sweet little Tommy are exceptions. And
me, of course. The three of us really belong together. But ... "

Susan waited. If Rusty didn't pick up on the straight line she
had fed him, she didn't know what she would do.

"There's an answer," Rusty said.

"What's that?" Susan batted her eyes innocently.

"You could marry me."

Susan thrilled. Still, she held back. The proposal hadn't been
positive enough to suit her. She didn't want Rusty marrying her
as a matter of convenience or just to solve her financial
problem.

"You don't really want to get married, do you?" she prompted. "I
mean, you're pretty young and, well, maybe you haven't screwed
around enough yet."

"All the screwing I ever want to do from now on is with you - you
know that," Rusty said, and kissed her.

"Have you thought it all over?"

"Yes! In fact, I was going to ask you to marry me anyway."

"Were you, darling?" Susan's eyes danced as she pushed him away
so she could look at him.

"I love you, baby!" he said, with all the feeling in the world.
"I want you for my wife. Please marry me!"

"Oooh. yes! Yes! YES!"

Susan hugged Rusty to her bare breasts. She was happier than ever
before in her life.

"Let's call in Tommy." she said excitedly.

"He ought to know right away."

"You still dig the kid. huh?" Rusty asked trying to understand.

"Yes. I do. But that doesn't mean I love you any less. We can
have sort of a three-way marriage, can't we, until Tommy grows
up? It will be good for him. And darling, it won't hurt us at
all. I'll make both of you very happy, I promise!"

"I know you will," Rusty said. "And nobody needs to know what's
really going on but us."

Susan hugged and kissed him again. Everything had worked out
perfectly.

Rusty got off the bed and walked, with his long cock dangling, to
open the door and call his younger brother. Tommy quickly came
from the living room. He was fully dressed.

The lad entered the bedroom somewhat shyly, glancing from his big
brother to Susan.

"We have something to tell you, Tommy," she said from the bed.
"Rusty and I are going to be married."

The lad gulped. "That means you'll be my mommy!"

"Well, in a way," Susan said, laughing. "But I won't treat you
like any mom you ever heard about. To show you what I mean, why
don't you get undressed?"

"Is it all right?" Tommy asked Rusty.

"Sure, kid. We're sort or both marrying Susan. Is that okay with
you?"

"Gosh, it's terrific!" the thirteen-year-old exclaimed.

He couldn't get out of his clothing fast enough. By the time he
approached the bed, nude, his cock was stiffly erect, saluting
Susan's sensuous beauty.

"Tom, I've gotta give you credit," Rusty said, apparently amused.
"For a kid who's hardly dry behind the ears, you sure get a
hard-on in a hurry."

"And it's such a beautiful little cock!" Susan exclaimed,
reaching for it. "Oooh, Tommy, let mama give it a suck!"

"Gee, Susan!" the youth exclaimed as she used his prick for a
handle, drawing him up against the side of the bed.

She stuck out her tongue and fluttered it against his pecker's
tip. The eager youthful organ leaped with delight, skidding up
across the tip of Susan's nose. She steadied it and resumed
licking.

Rusty watched, handling his slack penis absently. His cock
gradually stiffened out as he watched Susan lick the dick of his
little brother.

"I wish I'd had somebody show me the ropes when I was his age,"
Rusty said.

Susan didn't reply. She was too busy licking Tommy's tasty
pecker.

Tommy could say nothing at all. His entire attention was focused
on his tingling cock, which Susan was so avidly pleasuring.

Gradually she slid her encircling mouth down over the knob of his
organ. Sucking gently, she stroked her o-shaped lips up and down
the lad's shaft. Lunging lower and lower, she finally was able to
take his entire prick into her mouth and throat. Her chin bumped
the youth's balls, on which hair had noticeably begun to sprout.

Tommy was writhing in rapture as Susan worked her mouth on his
dick.

Rusty stroked his own cock slowly as he watched the sensuous
scene.

Susan finally withdrew her mouth and slid to the far side of the
bed.

"Lie down on your back, Tommy," she directed. "I want to get on
top of you this time."

The youth eagerly stretched out, and Susan swung astride him. She
lowered her body, dropping her tits in his face. Tommy ardently
caught a thrusting nipple and sucked on it while he worked her
other boob in his hand.

Rusty eyed Susan's beautiful ass, which was split open, exposing
both apertures that he dearly loved to penetrate. Her cunt was
wet and soft, showing a slash of pink at its center with black
hairs curling away at both sides. A couple of inches higher,
between her lush white buttocks, her anus winked invitingly.

As Tommy's prick slashed upward, entering his teacher's oily quim
and sinking to its full length so that only his balls were
visible. Rusty knew what he was expected of him. It was exactly
what he wanted to do.

He mounted Susan's beautiful rump.

Tommy had no sooner begun to stroke his small prick up and down
in Susan's vagina before Rusty introduced his man-sized cock up
her rear. The entry was accomplished with amazing ease, because
Susan was adjusted to the act by that time, and she wanted it as
much as Rusty did.

He let his entire prick glide into the girl's grasping, sucking
asshole. He could feel his brother's cock pumping on the other
side of the separating membranes.

To Susan, the thrill was magnificent. Having a cock up each hole
at the same time gave her the most supreme sense of penetration
and fullness which she had ever enjoyed.

When Rusty began to stroke in her ass, while Tommy stroked in her
pussy, she thought she would pass out from sheer ecstasy.

She moaned and writhed between her two lovers. She wiggled her
hot ass. Rusty and Tommy fucked her with concentrated lust
driving their stiff pricks virtually together up her cunny and
her butt.

The delirious dual fucking buffeted Susan's ass, which she
wriggled delightedly. She panted and shook her tits. Tommy kept
grasping at them with his hands and his mouth. He would no sooner
start sucking on one delicious titty before Susan would pull it
away from him and feed him the other squishy boob.

Rusty grunted as he gripped her hips hard. He was pumping his
prick vigorously in her elastic asshole. Tommy was jabbing up
into her from beneath.

Susan swooned.

Her quaking, throbbing orgasm enveloped her in heat. The
simultaneous spurts of the brothers' deeply embedded organs
finally put out her fire. She slumped between them as they both
wrapped her in their arms, kissing and caressing.

"Oooh, that was heavenly!" she said later as she lay on her back
between them. "We'll have to do that often!"

"Are you gonna keep on teaching after you marry Rusty?" Tom asked
her.

"Of course," Susan said.

"But I thought you told me you were fired," Rusty pointed out.

"I was. So I'm not going to teach at the school any more. But
that doesn't mean I can't teach Tommy at home. I still have my
credentials. Tommy won't have to go to school any more. He can
help you in your work during the day."

"Hey, that's super!" the lad exclaimed.

"Yeah, it'll help out the budget too," Rusty said with a smile.

"Well, budgets are important. I guess," Susan said. "But there
are things more important to me."

"Like what?" Rusty asked.

"Like these!" Susan exclaimed, and grasped both of her lovers'
cocks.

She wanted never to let them go.

The End

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