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Mom teaching teens



Sex between adults and children is a long-standing taboo which has abhorred decent people while secretly fascinating many of them.

Certainly, the thought of an adult forcing himself or herself on an infant of very tender years is an abhorrent one. But what about the child approaching maturity, who is in his or her early teens? At that age there is definite desire for sex. And the focus of the adolescent's sexual desire is frequently an older person. That is understandable, for the young person wants and needs guidance which only a mature individual can provide.

Is sex in this context also abhorrent?

That is the question which this novel explores boldly. It is important, we feel, to bring this socially controversial issue out into the open to see it for what it really is, and to measure the harm, if any, or the pleasure which can result from sexual intercourse between a compassionate adult and a youngster just entering puberty.

The author had chosen an attractive, young female teacher to play the adult role and an eager lad of thirteen to be her student, in classroom and bedroom both. The youth has an older brother, who provides balance and perspective to the theme.

We observe this threesome as they discover and develop one another's hitherto secret desires and urges. In that way we are able to gauge the effect of their unusual relationship on themselves and on the small-town society of which they are a part. It makes for fascinating reading and constitutes an important contribution to better human understanding which is sorely needed in these turbulent times.

The writer pulls no punches, and that is as it should be. Some readers may be shocked others offended. But no one will say, after putting the book down, that it has failed to deal forthrightly, in everyday terms, with a subject which is significant to us all.

CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She dared not think of the rest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gasped as she pinched her wildly palpitating clitty.

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

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

"Shit!" Susan said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She glanced his way, startled.

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

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

She climbed into Rusty's pickup.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rusty spread her legs apart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan squirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

Rusty's long, hard prick sprang out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Christ, yes!" Rusty exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

He fucked her harder.

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

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

Then she was wholly spent and fell limp.

Rusty pushed himself up and looked at her.

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

Susan stared at him.

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

"Get off of me, you pig!"

"Huh?"

"Get OFF!"

Susan began to beat at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure," the man said bitterly.

He started the pickup.

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

"Go get 'em," Rusty said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not even a little bit?"

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

Chester rose and took her glass.

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

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

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

She sipped. Chester gulped. He watched her.

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't mind," Susan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chester began pulling up her skirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She fell limp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER THREE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She did dare.

Why not?

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

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

"M-Miss Campbell!" the youth yelped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lifted her skirt.

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

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

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

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

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

She pulled up her panties and let her skirt drop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She clawed at the fly of Rusty's pants.

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

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

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

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

Wildly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It probably will. My stomach feels funny.

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

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

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

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

"Oh. Sure." Rusty glanced about.

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

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

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

There were bars, however.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bartender winked and went about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing really."

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

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

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

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

"Both Fred and me are free tonight."

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

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

Susan stared at him.

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

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

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

Chuck was playing with the

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Colleen lit the birthday candles on her husband's cake and turned out the dinning room light. She loved surprising her husband and this being his thirty-fifth birthday wasn't any different. She baked his favorite, chocolate frosting over chocolat ..continue reading

The Submission of Liu

Judy Liu was the happiest newlywed in the world! She and her husband had just purchased this beautiful home in the heart of suburbia. No more city commute, or large shopping malls. Most of all, she would not have to put up with being pinched, mau ..continue reading

Santa fucks part 2 (xmas,porn,santa sex)

I was ready and didn’t need to be asked twice but I have learnt to always make sure a girl is ready before you just shove one inside her. She laid there on the desk legs spread wide her hand rubbing her clit. “Come on Santa bring those big sacks ..continue reading

Ethan's first time is with the neighbor's wife

Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxer shorts. His thing was not as hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. His thing clearly stood ..continue reading

Cuckold My Wife

I would like to begin this story by telling you a little about my wife and I. I believe people hear or read stories similar to this and think that we are some type of outlier or different sort. In reality we are normal people and no one would expect ..continue reading