Teacher Fuckers
(Mmm/F, best, size, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Darling..." Dick said softly, "Darling Miriam..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhhhhhh, Rogerrrrrr!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I I don't know, Dick. After what happened "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watson gasped. "How?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I see."

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

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

"Oh?"

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

"Thank you. That would be wonderful."

"Oh, and Mrs. Dodge?"

"Yes?"

"Do try to be on time."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miriam took her glass of punch and hurried to the side door. God, what an old-fashioned, narrow-minded attitude the pair of them had! No wonder juvenile delinquency was as rampant as it was, with such deplorable people as the Cartwrights in charge of education. She'd hate to have to turn in a child who'd committed some silly little prank, for she could see that the punishment would outstrip the crime. No, if there were any problems tonight=8B =8Bshe doubted that there would be she would try to find a way of handling them herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, she does, does she?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not with me! With Don!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She pleadingly looked up at Mark Messing and then