Horny Fucking Teacher
(F/Mm+, teen, nc, size)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Most mature," another boy, Nick "Big Dick" Gerber (he was called Jackson by his friends and other kids), hooted derisively. "Amazing how grown-up she is when it comes to sex!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck!" fifteen year-old Duke Pilomas said behind his teacher. Mira Slater turned around, startled, not having noticed that the boy hadn't left the classroom along with the others.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh? Miss your ride?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you ever made love, Miss Slater?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"Miss Slater! Holy shit!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Miss Slater!" Duke gasped, shocked at the lewd words.

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

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

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

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

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

"Duke." The older woman's voice whispered huskily from above him. "Duke, my loverboy, watch me. Watch what I do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Deep!" Duke Pilomas screamed back. "Deep and hard as I can!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How we going to know if you screw her, Duke?" Charlie asked.

"Cause I'll tell you, that's how you'll know," Duke Pilomas answered hotly.

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

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

Charlie frowned at his companion. "What'cha thinking, Duke?"

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

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

Duke Pilomas laughed. "Well, maybe that can be worked out, too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

"Personally?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Naw," Charlie sneered, "we was waiting for you, Miss Slater."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another can was opened, and it began to make the rounds among the th