http://www.mrdouble.com



From grobert@soho.ios.com Thu Feb 27 18:41:59 1997
WARNING:
     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





                       Present For Teacher



                            Chapter 1

     "God, you're beautiful, Miriam," Roger Trenton said in hushed
awe as he stood near the lovely blonde woman.  "You're the most
beautiful woman I've ever known."
     "Nonsense," Miriam Dodge softly giggled.  "I'm a thirty-four
year old English teacher past her prime.  Flattery will get you
nowhere, Roger."
     "You know you're every bit as youthful looking as when you
were twenty.  Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you could be
my son Mark's older sister."
     The handsome, dark-haired man spoke with genuine admiration
in his voice as he rapturously studied her magnificently-
proportioned body.  She was sitting in a relaxed position on a
striped blanket, their picnic lunch spread around her like an
offering, and her hand was slightly stroking the heavily furred
neck of Roger's German Shepherd dog, Buck.  Golden sunlight of the
abnormally hot Indian summer filtered through surrounding pines
and gilded her already tanned form like an admiring spotlight from
the Gods.  From where Roger stood at the other side of the mossy
clearing, the pretty school teacher was the ultimate he had ever
desired in a woman, and his leanly muscular thighs throbbed to
possess all of her ripely curvaceous flesh.
     Miriam Dodge was wearing far less than she really thought to
be proper, considering she had hardly known Roger Trenton for more
than a month.  He was the biology instructor and assistant coach
at Logansville High School, and she had met him when she'd joined
the faculty in late August, preparatory to the coming school year.
Now, in the third Saturday of September, he had convinced her to
share a picnic with him in the wooded foothills west of the small
Northern California community.  She had eagerly agreed, having had
enjoyable evening dates with him almost constantly since they'd
met.  Unfortunately, she had discovered this morning that her only
clothes casual enough for mountainous trails were terribly
revealing.  The thinly sheer blouse barely hid her high-set,
widely-spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples were clearly
etched in the flimsy fabric of her thin brassiere.  The taut
material tapered down over a thin, girlish waist and flat, smooth
stomach to where her hugging pink shorts clung lovingly to her
smoothly sloping hips, pulling against the gracefully jutting
curves of her thighs.  Below the cuff of the faded hot-pants, her
legs were long columns of breathtakingly curved flesh which
tapered gracefully into thin, well-formed ankles.  And as she'd
shed her pair of brown leather flats, her slim bare feet with
their small toes peeked from where she had curled her ripely
tanned legs beneath firmly rounded buttocks.
     Miriam's long, satiny blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face
that would cause any male to turn his head when she passed.  Her
azure blue eyes were set slightly apart and her dainty, pert nose
was dotted with freckles across its bridge.  Her full ripe mouth
had the lower lips protruding slightly in an almost perpetual
little-girl pout, which added a sensual look to her round dimpled
chin and softly tanned satiny complexion.  She was a mature blonde
Venus that would attract admiring attention from the most
discriminating men‹‹and envy from women.
     She blushed under the frankly brazen gaze with which the
older man roamed her lovely body and she squirmed slightly with
embarrassment on the blanket.  She was aware that her clothes were
more suitable to the flat beaches of Fort Lauderdale, Florida,
where she had worn them up to her abrupt and shameful flight last
June.  Her first thought this morning had been to postpone her
date with Roger until she could afford some new clothes, but then
she had considered how much she wanted to be with him, and she had
rationalized that the day was warm enough to allow her to appear
so skimpily attired.  Besides, she'd told herself as she'd
dressed, she wanted to attract him very much and prove to herself
that the evil curse she'd been living under had been broken by her
flight across America to California.
     "Darling ..." Roger said softly, "Darling Miriam ..."
     "P-Please, Roger," she moaned.  "Don't call me that."
     "But I love you, Miriam.  You certainly must be aware of that
by now."  He clenched his eyes tightly shut for a moment, brushing
his hand through his thick black hair.  "I think of you night and
day, and if I don't say it I swear I'll go mad.  Mad, do you hear?
I ... Love ... You!" he said explosively through his teeth.
     "You hardly know me, Roger," Miriam replied, swallowing
thickly, her throat dry and constricted.  "It's only been a
month."
     "I realize that," Roger sighed heavily.  He bent down beside
the murmuring stream and slowly revolved a bottle of red wine that
was in the cold water, placed there earlier in order to chill it.
His voice faltering, he managed to say; "I saw you that first day
in the teacher's lounge and I said to myself then that you were
the girl for me.  I know it sounds foolish and certainly not very
mature, but believe me, Miriam, I fell in love with you from the
very first sight."
     The lovely English teacher found that she was near to crying
and she felt warm tears beginning to form around her eyes.  She
compressed her lips tightly, trying to control her own emotions,
for she was truly attracted to this strong and virile man.  Buck
lifted his magnificent head and gently nuzzled her hand, licking
her palm with a softly wet pink tongue as though he understood her
distress.  She glanced down at Roger's great and ever-present dog,
managing to smile slightly in spite of herself.
     "We ... We better change the subject," she said tenderly as
Roger turned and stood up with the wine.
     "I'd hate to ruin your day with my maudlin feelings," he
replied, his words abruptly clipped, his tone an articulation of
his disappointment.  "I must seem like an idiot to you now."
     "No, Roger," she moaned weakly.  "No, you're not.  And ...
And it's not that I don't care for you.  I do, I do very much."
     "Then what is it?" he demanded, walking over to her.
     "It's me." she whimpered, brushing the first real tear from
her blurring eyes.
     "Fine, just fine," he said sarcastically.  He sat down beside
her and viciously yanked at the cork of the bottle.  "It's not me,
which I can be glad about; the problem is with you.  I'm not glad
about that."
     "Roger ...  Give me time.  Please give me a little more
time."  She lowered her eyes dejectedly, slowly shaking her head
as she bit her trembling lip.  "Be gentle with me, Roger."
     He studied her for a long moment, then reached out for her
other, free hand.  "Darling, I'm sorry."  His deep onyx eyes
softened and a warm affectionate smile brought white, even teeth
into view.  "I guess I'm being selfish.  I thought I'd never love
another woman after my wife Karen died eight years ago, but now
I've found you.  I ... I want to marry you, Miriam, just as soon
as I can."
     She was unable to reply, only nodded mutely.  She turned his
hand so that her palm was against his and pressed gently, her own
lovely blue eyes looking up into his.  She searched his thin,
expressive face with its prominent cheekbones and classic Roman
nose, the finely delineated lips and deep dark eyes, and she
intuitively knew at the bottom of her soul that he was sincere.
He wanted to marry her, and, shockingly, she had to admit that she
cared for him.  He possessed an affable charm and forceful
personality, and with his shirt off and his chest and back
rippling with hard muscle, he was one of the most desirable men
she had ever known.  The urge to shout yes to him was nearly
uncontrollable, but to care for him was one thing and to love him
another.  And then there was always the black and terrible cloud
of her sordid, uncontrollable perversion hanging overhead ...
     Roger thought he could detect a teardrop forming in one of
her eyes.  "You told me about your ex-husband," he said in a
soothing tone.  "I mean, if you're reluctant because of your bad
experience with him, I can understand.  But darling, I'm not like
him.  I'm not the kind who will beat you or take a belt to you.  I
want to cherish you, not hurt you."
     "If ... If you were like that beast, I wouldn't be up here
with you, Roger.  No, it's not so much because of him ..."
     "What then?" he asked plaintively.  "You don't even like me,
is that it?"
     "I didn't say that!  I couldn't say that!" she replied
sincerely.  She tried to think of something to say, something
besides the truth that would inalterably kill any chance of them
ever being together.  "It's a reason of my own, and I simply can't
tell you ... yet." A hurting lump crept into her throat, and she
could only stammer, never having felt so inadequate in her life.
"I ... I wish I could explain better; but ... but I simply can't,
Roger.  I'm terribly, terribly sorry, believe me ..."
     "Well, I guess if you say no, you mean no," he said, shaking
his head sadly.  He managed a feeble grin, even though his insides
were churning in a bath of miserable dejection.  "Have some more
wine, at least."
     Miriam watched him pour the wine into their glasses with
apprehension.  Already she'd consumed too much of the first bottle
they'd shared during the picnic lunch, and she was feeling a
little giddy and hot.  She had to keep her head today, and behave
properly ... and spirits of any kind affected her quickly.  "I
really don't think I should have any more," she said as Roger
pressed the glass into her hand.
     "Don't be silly, darling," he responded in a falsely
bantering tone.  "Let's have a toast to the most gorgeous woman in
the world, you!" He raised his glass and saluted the lovely
youthfully appearing woman beside him.  "May she soon become my
wife."
     "Oh, Roger," she murmured disconsolately, but she lifted her
glass and touched his.  She sipped the heady red Pinot Noire,
feeling it slide smoothly down her throat to warmly comfort her
knotted stomach.  She sipped again without thinking and then again
... before she had realized it, Roger was refilling her empty
glass.
     Miriam moved on the blanket so that she could rest her chin
upon her drawn-up knees and lean dreamily against his chest.  She
wanted to let him know she was having fun and was pleased to be
here with him, and for a short while they sat in silent pleasure,
Buck on the other side of her as quiet as his master.  She savored
the sweet-smelling fragrance of the air and the featherish
rustlings of the surrounding glade as a gentle breeze stirred the
foliage.  Above her, there was nothing in the sky except a
dipping, caroling bluejay.  Lazily she listened to the gurgling
sounds of water over the rocks in the stream bed a few feet away
...  The deliciously dulling illusion of liquor pervaded her worry
clouded mind as she continued sipping the wine in her hand.  She
was glad to be here with Roger in this almost idyllic paradise.
The last time she had been in the mountains with a man had been on
her honeymoon ten years ago with Gregory Dodge, high in the
Catskills, and that had turned into a hell on earth ...
     She couldn't stop her thoughts from returning to that time so
long ago, in spite of the fact that these memories were painful
enough to make her outwardly wince.  Miriam's mother had warned
her about sex all during her formative years, instilling in her
the warped fallacy that all men are nasty and brutish, and the
result had been a sad farce of marital bliss.  The wedding night
had been one of stark terror for her as for the first time she'd
seen a man's penis.  Unlike the small non-violent appearing organs
she had seen on younger boys in her childhood, the turgid,
blood-filled shaft which had stuck menacingly out from the much
older man's plump white belly had made her cower under the covers
and whimper with abject fear.
     Gregory had taken her with unfeeling brutality that night as
he had on every other subsequent occasion he'd had the urge to use
her innocent young body.  He had been the beast her mother had
warned her a man would be, pummeling and beating her with a
vengeance.  By the middle of the first‹‹and only‹‹year of marriage
he'd all but lost interest in sex and had been content to continue
with an orgasm a month.
     She had been worried that she was somehow at fault and had
sought help.  After reading many sex and marriage manuals she had
become increasingly aware of other women's problems and her own
situation, learning two important facts.  For one, she had
realized that there wasn't another woman in Gregory's life, as
she'd suspected; but rather a constant stream of whores and sluts
that would allow him to brutally whip them.  And two, there came
the startling discovery that she was budding into a sexually
responsive young woman.  She didn't want sex all the time, but her
education had made her aware of the damage her mother had done;
and this awareness had peeled away the false veneer of her
frigidity from her true self.  She had needed loving and she had
been refused it by her sadistic husband.  In the end, there had
been only one solution‹‹a lover.
     To her bitter regret, young Miriam had not been able to
respond to another man in the way she had hoped to.  She had tried
a number of normal, if adulterous affairs, but she seemed to
subconsciously freeze up every time, and she could only accept her
lovers in stiff and trembling rigidity.  In desperation, she had
hoped to direct her interests elsewhere, and had turned to
teaching high school, for which she had earned a college diploma
just prior to marrying.  And it was then that all her nightmarish
troubles had really begun.
     The young boys in her class with their developing young
muscles and leanly tapered bodies had struck an immediate chord in
her own unsatisfied body.  They were not men yet, and so to her
inner mind they were "safe" for her to sexually respond to and
enjoy‹‹and a slowly growing yearning for fulfillment from any one
of these virile young teenage boys had gradually taken over her
thoughts.  In the absence of love and security in her own home,
Miriam's lewdly compelling desires to seduce her boy pupils had
grown greater, with more and more insistent demands for relief.
She had fought and fought against her compulsions until that
fateful day a decade ago when she had given up completely and
surrendered to the maddening emotions that had conquered her mind.
     She'd never even learned that first one's name, only that he
had been the delivery boy for the grocery store.  She had opened
the door to him and it was as though an evil spell had taken
control of her mind.  Lecherously, she had opened the thin nylon
folds of her dressing gown and displayed her naked vagina, already
wet with her arousal, to him.  She had leaned back against the
door and groaned aloud as she'd seen his thin young penis throb
larger in reaction against his tightly clinging work-pants.  He
followed her down the hallway like a small, panting young puppy
and it had been no time al all before she had stripped his clothes
away and together they had thrashed nakedly against each other on
she and her own husband's bed.  For long, interminable hours, it
had seemed, she had taught him almost all there was to do with the
slender, virile young rod of flesh between his thighs.  The boy
had been everything she had ever hoped a man would be, and her
hungrily waiting vagina had opened eagerly to accept him as he'd
crawled feverishly over her body.  And, when her tightly working
vaginal walls had milked the hot youthful stream of his virile
young semen from his small rigid cock, she had known then that she
had never wanted this sensation to end.
     After the delivery boy, there had been a succession of other
young adolescents, many of them from her English classes, until,
inevitably, she'd been caught.  Even now she relived in her dreams
the horror of that disgrace, and how Gregory had driven her from
their home and city.  The divorce had been engineered quietly, but
not without her losing her job at the school and having to leave
that up-state New York town.  She had migrated all along the
eastern seaboard since then, working where she could find a school
district which was not too careful with its credentials check ...
and all the while she'd continued her unnatural and uncontrollable
seduction of all the tender young teenage boys she could find.
     The last forbidden act had been committed in Florida.  There
had been no excuses this time; she had clearly picked the young
teenager up and seduced him, and they had been caught by a state
trooper, naked in a near-orgasmic session, in the rear of her car,
her hungrily throbbing cunt filled with the hardness of his young
male flesh.  It had been three months now without another boy, the
frightening scare of wildly driving from the Southern state before
she could be brought to trial having been a coldly deterring
memory.  She had been using her fingers, finding no other way to
fulfill her sexual passions, yet masturbation hardly ever released
her drives as did the beautiful filling of her hungering vagina by
a throbbingly virile boy-cock ...
     And then out of nowhere had come Roger Trenton, tall and
handsome, and his tender fourteen-year-old son, Mark.  Her
uncontrollable, perverse hunger had confronted her with a question
agonizing consequence: was it Roger or his son whom she wanted to
possess?  Or both?  Oh God, she would leave Longansville before
she'd ruin three lives instead of only one.
     Suddenly she realized that Roger was drawing closer to her
and was whispering wetly into her ear.  "You drive me wild,"
cooing softly, "God, I want to touch you, kiss you, make love to
you ..."
     "D-don't talk like that, Roger, please ..." she moaned.
"It's the wine that's gone to your head." Even as she spoke, she
heard her own slurred voice, and knew that she too had become
slightly drunk in spite of her vow to watch herself.
     "No, it's you who intoxicates me, Miriam.  And ... by God, I
am going to kiss you, right now!"
     Before she could find the breath to protest, she was being
gently twisted around and pressed tightly against his naked chest.
She could taste the grape flavor of the wine as his lips enfolded
over hers and his tongue slithered easily into her mouth, rubbing
and searching ever so tenderly in the moisture for the softness of
her own tongue.  His firm manly body felt good against hers, its
sinewy strength pressing against the pliant supple softness of her
own breasts.  Her lips parted and though still trembling, their
glistening richness beckoned him to cover her mouth harder.
     Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him
closer against her sensuously responding body.  She could feel his
lips crush and suck at her mouth more urgently, and his hand
sliding over her slim, softly trembling back.  Her thoughts dulled
by the alcohol and strained to the breaking point, her mind
couldn't reject the lewd lascivious tinglings that were beginning
to course through her involuntarily quivering loins.  He felt so
wonderful to her, and every delicious sensation and muddled
thought worked to deaden the acutely painful horrors of her
memory.  Instinctively she began to respond to his subtle caresses
and pressed her wanting body to him with every fiber of her
strength.  But all the while, in spite of the intensity of her
response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of
her stomach ...
     "Oh God, no Roger," she whimpered, haunted by a fear of what
might follow.  "We ... have to go now.  Late, gotta go home.
Please, let me go!"
     "Shhhhh, darling," he softly whispered in her ear.  "You want
me to hold you like this, darling, I know you do ..."
     "I don't!  I don't!" she groaned helplessly in his arms.  But
her words seemed to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused
man or on the ominously pulsing bulge that was beginning to strain
up against her belly.  For a terrified moment, the vainly
struggling woman fought even more desperately to escape his
unwelcome caresses, but then, almost as quickly as they had begun,
suddenly her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle.  In
spite of her resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the
urgent passion of his kisses and the gentle yet firm pressure of
his kneading hand around her fully rounded buttocks.  She wished
in that wistful moment that she could truly loose her inhibitions
and do what should come naturally to her as the mature woman she
with all her heart and soul desired to become.
     God, Roger was arousing her!  Maybe there was hope yet, for
she was starting to become aroused in the way a healthy female
ought to!  Perhaps she could become normal and not let her lewd,
unspeakable desires for young boys ruin her future with Roger and
his son, Mark!
     His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the
hardening swell of her breasts.  She felt her nipples throb
painfully against the sheer netting of her brassiere, and she felt
tiny little butterfly-like sensations fluttering lightly through
her stomach.
     "There now, you love me feeling your breasts, don't you
darling?" he partially whispered as his hand continued to stroke
her breast outside her blouse.
     Miriam moaned in desperation.  She couldn't fight him.  He
was too strong for her and now her own body was beginning to
betray her.  The effects of the drink, as usual, had caused it to
turn into a loose bundle of raw nerve-endings and her mind was
rapidly losing control over it.  And still came the sharp thought
that she didn't want to stop him or herself ... that this time
perhaps she would respond as she should to a man ...
     She made no effort toward stopping the hotly aroused older
man as he slipped inside her blouse and parted the buttons with an
outward pressure of his hand.  He cupped her brassiere-encased
breasts, sending tiny licking flames of passion over her flesh.
Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly
pulsing tips of the firmly responding mounds as he eased up the
flimsy cloth cups and rolled the hardening naked nipples teasingly
between his thumb and forefinger.  She felt the heat of his breath
rushing against her ear as he moved his head to bring his lips
down to again lock wetly upon hers.
     Subconsciously she thrust her tongue hungrily at him and he
sucked it deeply into the wetness of his mouth.  Oh God!  His
kisses were like hot, burning fire to her!
     He eased his head away and whispered: "Let me take your
clothes off darling.  I want to see all of you naked ..."
     Abruptly, realization of what she was doing struck her, and
again the old fears and horrors returned.  She thought about
breaking away and running ... running to get lost ... but she
doubted now that her legs would ever carry her!
     "Come on, darling," he groaned in his all consuming desire
for her.
     Weakly she rolled her head back and form in limp protest but
he moved over her regardless his arm embracing her as her hand
went flat against his warm muscular chest, the soft patch of
silk-like hair tickling her palm.  His mouth was glued to hers
once more, his tongue sliding between her lips and past the
barrier of her small white teeth and she discovered she was
sucking it and thrusting back her own tongue.
     Unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her blouse off
and then his fingertips were raking the tiny, erectly throbbing
nipples, squeezing and rolling them as he had done to her before.
     Miriam's breath came in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles
of her body were as taut as bow-strings as she reacted
involuntarily to the delicious teasing of Roger's fingers.  She
jerked as one of his hands left her throbbingly exposed breasts to
trail a slow, tantalizing trail down her softly quivering belly to
the zipper of her shorts.  She felt the restraining hot-pants
suddenly become free and she gasped breathlessly as she felt his
hand working itself smoothly beneath the elastic waist band of her
panties.  It played for a thrillingly tormenting moment at the
pubic curls rising from the crevice of her tightly clenched
thighs, and then moved downward into the moistly ready vaginal
slit.  His fingertip teased hotly at the tiny bud of her clitoris
and sent it quivering up into warmly springing life.  Miriam
jerked forward slightly as his hand curled further down into her
sheer white panties and parted the soft fleshy lips of her vagina.
Then, she groaned heavily up into his mouth as she felt it snake
teasingly up inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt.  Wild
electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, and she ground up
against Roger's hand, spreading her legs with unwanted passion as
his thrusting finger slithered wetly and deeply up into her
hungrily welcoming vagina.
     Gently Roger pushed the aroused young woman down on her naked
back, and she squirmed her buttocks around and undulated her
thighs with rising passion as though her body was responding to
some wickedly controlling mind other than her own.
     She tightened her arms around him in alcohol-dazed passion as
his hotly searing mouth and tongue pressed hard against her open
lips.  His tantalizing fingers continued to tease sensuously along
her naked breast and then down over her belly to slide between her
smooth inner thighs and vibrant mound of her wetly spasming pussy.
     "Ohhhhh, Roger ... Don't, Roger don't ..." she moaned, but
her feeble pleas for mercy were unheeded by the passionately
aroused man.
     "Ohhhhhhhh, Rogerrrrrr ...!"
     She gasped with shuddering excitement as she felt his strong
hands slowly and steadily draw her wetly moistened shorts and thin
nylon panties down over her tightly clenched buttocks.  She
couldn't help herself from clenching her thighs harder together so
he could easily slip the unwanted clothing down ... down over her
softly trembling thighs and her legs ... They lay useless now on
the mossy ground beside her, a flimsy flag of her ultimate
surrender.  She could feel with obscene delight the cool mountain
air softly caress against her naked inner flesh and moistly pink
vaginal crevice as her legs parted to him in lewd, uncontrolled
invitation.  "Oh God!" she panted up into Roger's lust-contorted
face, her desire racing away with her mind.  "Oh, God, we mustn't
... I'm‹‹I'm so afraid!"
     "We must, darling.  You know we must, and you want me to
touch you between your legs as much as I do." He groaned with the
boiling urgency now to possess with his rigid surging penis the
warm pink-rimmed vagina that was slowly and inexorably devouring
his fingers up inside.  Her nakedly exposed flesh was making him
quiver with delicious animal-like desire as he ground himself as
tightly as he could to her passion-throbbing body.  His burgeoning
hardness surged with small aching throbs in his pants while he
slid along the hot smooth skin of her slowly undulating thighs.
Jesus, he couldn't remember when a woman had excited him more!  He
had to have her!  He had to fuck her now, or his balls would burst
wide open!
     Maddening patterns of indecently delightful sensations
continued to consume the rapidly weakening Miriam.  She could feel
the fleshy blonde-haired lips of her moist wet cuntal furrow
assaulted with his ever-burrowing fingers and she groaned from
deep in her throat as his probing finger tips taunted every inch
of the fully exposed wet, slit.  She wrapped her arms around his
neck tightly and whimpered moistly into his ear, trailing soft,
hot kisses while uncontrollably rotating her passion-driven thighs
in helpless response.  She splayed her trembling legs wide apart
until one shoe-less foot was on the grass and the other was
grazing against the thick comforting fur of Roger's dog, Buck.
She knew in dazed, subconscious anguish that his German Shepherd
was eagerly watching his master enflame her naked loins with
wantonness and craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of
being viewed by the huge animal only increased her unwanted
passions.  She rolled her head from side to side and ground her
warmly quivering buttocks down into the blanket in a futile effort
to escape his insistently probing fingers, a soul-searing moan of
self-loathing and indecision bubbling from between her tightly
clenched lips.  Yet Roger's hands never stopped teasing the
sensitive surrounding little fringe of blonde pubic curls as he
made ecstatic contact with the straining pink bud of her erectly
throbbing clitoris.
     "Ooooooh God, darling," she groaned helplessly into his open
mouth.  There was no escape for her now and her affection for the
older man only incited her further.  She wanted him!  Oh, God, at
last she wanted a man, this man!  Ohhhhhh, how she wanted him!
She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately
desired to lose for years!
     And then she heard a short, quick hissing sound and knew it
was the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped!  She could
feel that his hand was away from her breast and he was struggling
to lower his jeans.  She tried to scream in protest, but her voice
froze in her tightly constricting throat.  Spread-eagled, she
could only stare with tear-wet eyes up at the crouching naked body
of the man over her.  To her pain-flecked eyes, Roger's heavily
pulsating penis hovered rigidly, menacingly there, the huge,
sperm-swollen testicles hanging soft and sensate at its base.
     It was at that moment the vision of her ex-husband, Gregory,
loomed back up in Miriam's tortured brain.  He was there leering
nakedly over her again‹‹not Roger Trenton‹‹and the face she
imagined above her was contorted with a contemptuous sneer of lewd
hatred.  She could feel the thick rubbery head of his cock press
down against the nakedly exposed lips of her cunt and she knew it
was burgeoning with sexual ecstasy‹‹an ecstasy she was still
mortally afraid to accept!
     She froze for an initial second and then her mind snapped
with a spontaneous bursting of shattering force.  "No!  Oh, God,
no!" she cried frantically.  She came to life hysterically and
squirmed and struggled with insane strength as she raked her
fingernails into the flesh of his chest.
     Roger grabbed her arms, pressing them down tightly to the
blanket on either side of her wildly flailing head.  "Miriam ...
darling ... God, I want you!" he gasped desperately.
     "Let me go!  Let me go!" she babbled in near frenzy.  "I
won't let you!  I can't let you!"  She fought him savagely as he
rolled over on top of her and guided his angrily throbbing penis
toward her defenselessly open vagina.  She tried to close her legs
and lock her thighs together and cringe away from his relentlessly
pressing hardness, but his strength was too great for her to
resist.
     "Miriam ... Darling, I've got to fuck you ...!" he breathed
heavier, his chest a great weight upon her naked breasts.
     "No!  No!  No!" she chanted in a high-pitched squeal, but the
insanely struggling woman was unable to stop him from insinuating
the huge throbbing head of his immense penis up between the
softness of her desperately straining thighs.  He ground his cock
hotly down through the soft resilient curls of her tightly
clenched vaginal slit, fighting madly to reach the mouth of the
smoothly inflamed passage which she was holding from him between
her tightly clamped legs.  To Miriam's deliriously terrorized
mind, Roger Trenton was now just like all other men who desired
nothing more than to shove their lewdly brutal penises deep into
her defenseless belly.  She squeezed her thighs together until
their muscles stood out in aching tautness and she squirmed and
heaved against him in her wild efforts to dislodge his unwanted
invasion.
     "Good God, I can't wait any longer!" he cried out heatedly.
"I'm going to cum and I want to cum inside you!"
     "No, Roger!" she screamed in helpless torment.  "I don't want
it!  Not ever ... ever ... ever!" She reached her hands down

From grobert@soho.ios.com Thu Feb 27 18:42:18 1997
between their grinding sweat-slickened bodies in despairing panic
and grasped the full throbbing length of his rock-hard shaft.  She
could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly gripping
palms and the wetness of the warm white seminal fluid that oozed
in excited droplets from the blunt, lust-inflated head.  She
steeled herself to hold his penis back from between her
desperately straining thighs in a final effort to keep its
hardness from contacting the still fearfully cringing lips of her
vagina.
     "Damn it!" Roger shouted.  "You can't stop me now, Miriam!
Let go of me and let me fuck you!  Ohhh, God, let go before I cum
on your thighs!"
     "No!  Never!  I don't want a man up in me!" She grasped
tighter around the thickly ramming cock as he pumped wildly
against her fear-clenched thighs.  She squeezed and pulled with
her tightly grasping fists until at last he gave forth a harsh
half-strangling cry.
     "Ahhhhh!" He shuddered violently.  She could feel his penis
expand and contract uncontrollably in her palms and she could
dimly hear the heavy grunts of his frustrated passion pouring out
from between his tightly gritting teeth.  "Miriam!  Miriam!  I
told you ...!  I ... I'm cummmiiinnnng!"
     His penis jerked spasmodically against her thigh and she
could suddenly feel a great flood of hot wet liquid shoot out from
the tip of the lust-bloated head.  The white-hot sperm flooded
down over and inundated the soft golden fleece of her pubic hair,
seeping hotly on down through the still tightly locked crevice
between her legs to moisten her tautly clenched buttocks on the
blanket below.  It felt as though she was being drowned by a
seemingly never-ending torrent of creamy liquid fire as the
heavily perspiring male body writhed and panted explosively over
her hopelessly resisting nakedness.
     At last, his testicles now empty, Roger collapsed on top of
her in almost sobbing passion.  They lay together in shameful
silence for a long moment and then he slowly rolled away from her
and sat up, not able to face her.  Miriam placed an arm over her
eyes and began to softly cry, while Roger, subdued of his sexual
frenzy, was awkward with guilt and embarrassment as he tried to
comfort her.
     "I ... I'm sorry, Miriam.  Really I am.  I ... I don't know
what came over me.  I ... I've never tried to force myself on a
girl before."
     "It's me," the lovely teacher sobbed.  "I told you it was me.
I'm more to blame than you because I should have stopped you
sooner.  You ... you're a man, after all."  She felt soiled and
humiliated as if a thousand tiny insects were invading the very
pores of her skin.  "You're a man, but I ..." she ended the
sentence in a woeful sigh.
     "And you're a woman," Roger muttered softly.  "One hell of a
woman."
     Am I? she questioned herself mournfully.  No ... not in the
sense Roger means it.  If I was really a woman, I'd be loving him
up inside me right now instead of feeling like this ...
     For an agonizing moment, Miriam debated whether she could
unburden her troubled heart to Roger.  But she knew if she did
blurt out the truth it would twist whatever love he held for her
into coldly repugnant hatred.  He would reject her as all other
normal people had when they'd discovered her horrible perversion.
She rose in mute agony and recovered her white nylon panties and
then spread her thighs slightly in a humiliated effort to cleanse
herself.  She wiped away the wetness of his sperm with them as
best she could, trying not to show any outward sign of her inner
misery.  She threw the semen-drenched panties away from her,
shivering thankfully as they landed out of sight behind a clump of
shrubbery.
     "I think we should go back to town, Roger," she said in a
dull voice.
     "Look, darling, we can stay and finish our picnic.  I won't
touch you again.  I promise."
     "No," she said, swallowing thickly.  She slipped on her
shorts without the panties and smoothed them over her still
nervously trembling buttocks.  "No, I really want to leave here.
I can't stand the place anymore, Roger."
     He shook his head sadly, realizing that he had drunkenly
ruined his chances of making love to Miriam today by being overly
insistent.  He hadn't properly estimated the extent of passion he
had aroused in her and had moved to fuck her before she was ready.
     Christ, he wanted her all the more for this and he secretly
promised himself that the next time he wouldn't fail.  He looked
sad-faced at Miriam, but even now his apologies were so shallow
that he feared she'd see through it.
     "Well ... if you insist," he said.  "But I want to see you
again."
     "I‹‹I don't know, Roger.  After what happened‹‹"
     "But that's just it darling.  It happened.  We both got
carried away and it just plain happened.  Don't let us ruin an
otherwise wonderful relationship because of one mistake."
     Miriam thought about it for a few minutes as she buttoned her
blouse.  She truly was attracted to him and believed that he was
telling her the truth, and the gnawing desire to continue to see
him overcame her fears and apprehensions.
     "All right, Roger," she replied in a soft tone.  "Not for a
few days, though.  I‹‹I want a chance to rest and think things
over."
     "I understand, darling.  How about next Friday night?"
     "I'm afraid I can't.  Our principal, Mr. Bixbee, has picked
me to help him chaperone the Freshman-Sophomore dance at school.
But Saturday would be good."
     "Then Saturday it is, darling.  We'll spend the whole day
together if you like."
     "I'll try to hold myself back," he offered good-naturedly.
     "All right, Roger." She smiled tentatively and gently touched
his cheek with her fingertips.  "And you better."
     "Hey, wait a minute," he kidded.  "This isn't a forever
promise.  Every man has the right to unlimited tries.
Particularly with the woman he loves."
     She turned away from him, stooping down beside Buck so she
could pick up the picnic plates and hide from Roger a sudden surge
of tears that were blurring her eyes.  Yes, try, Roger ... Try and
maybe some day I'll be the woman you think I am ... Oh God, I pray
I will ...



                            Chapter 2

     The brilliant California sun streamed into the bedroom of
Miriam Dodge's back-street cottage.  She turned on her bed,
sleepily shielding her eyes from the brightness that played over
her face, and tucking the thin sheet higher over her otherwise
naked body as a slight, cooling breeze blew gently over it from
the partially open window.  It was the morning of another
beautiful, warm Indian summer day, but the troubled woman was too
upset to enjoy the unseasonably delightful weather.
     As she slowly came awake and the thickness of her sleep
filtered from her mind, she realized that it had been the distant
tolling of church bells which had awakened her.  Now other sounds
began to dimly reach her ears, and she could faintly hear the soft
rustlings of the bushes beneath her window and the laughing shouts
of boys playing in the field across the street.  But then came the
whirring of a hand mower cutting grass nearby, and she could feel
blood rushing to her head and her body shiver uncontrollably
beneath the sheet as if a cold wind had passed over her.
     She tried to blot out the mower's sound, for it was her yard
that was being cut as it was every Sunday morning‹‹and the amateur
young gardener earning a few spending dollars was none other than
Roger's handsome son, Mark Trenton.  With every passing sweep he
made, Miriam was reminded of what had happened with the boy's
father the previous afternoon.  She could again feel the heady
influence of the too much wine she had drank ... and her hungry
response to the man's intense advances ... and the rising fires of
her own passion as she had surrendered to him while he'd slowly
removed her clothes.  Once more she could see herself writhing in
naked passion upon the picnic blanket before him and his German
shepherd dog, and could feel the yearning passion as he'd softly
caressed her naked breasts and genitals to a fever pitch of
excitement ... And then the unwanted panic gripping her mind as
she'd felt his erect, throbbing hardness against her trembling
thighs and the uncontrollable horror that had clutched her when
she'd felt him spew his hot white semen over her fear-cringing
vaginal lips ...
     Oh God, even when she loved a man she was unable to sexually
respond the way she should.  The threat of his love-making had
turned her into a desperately terrified woman.  It was still as it
had always been with her; only the vibrantly eager penises of
young boys could drive her insane with lusting desire, and she
terrifyingly knew that what she'd not been able to bring herself
to accept from Roger she would hungrily welcome from his teen-age
son.  And the lovely, handsome fourteen year-old youth was just a
few feet away, innocently unaware of her unspeakable desire for
him ...
     Miriam thrashed miserably on the bed for a few more minutes,
but gradually she regained most of her control.  She couldn't stay
in bed, if for no other reason than Mark would soon be finished
with the yard and she had to be dressed when he came to be paid.
And besides, she firmly resolved, staying here was no answer; she
had to bravely face her lewd weakness and learn how to conquer it
somehow.  Resolutely, Miriam rose up naked from her bed, her
golden-tanned body gleaming radiantly from the streaming sun.  She
started across to the bathroom, trying to avert her eyes from the
temptation to look out the window, but in spite of her best
intentions, she found she was unable to keep from glancing
outside.  Her eyes locked in shameful hunger on the grassy field
across the way, and she felt herself lingering in front of the
window as she studied the lithe young adolescent bodies as they
excitedly practiced football.
     She moved to one side where she was partially hidden by the
gossamer material of the curtains and continued her uncontrollably
hungry gazing, her tiny pink tongue tracing nervously over her
full glistening lips.  Once again the old familiar desires for
their nude young flesh spiraled electrically through her softly
tingling nerve-ends, making her gasp with growing yearning.  She
had been able to somehow control her lewd passions up until
yesterday, but Roger Trenton had built her seething frustration
into a raging fire with his fingers and lips, and now the mere
sight of all those tender young teenagers out there was enough to
set her body wild with prurient desire.
     Oh God, she had to get control of herself!  Shuddering
guiltily, Miriam forced herself to pull away from the tempting
window, when she suddenly saw a glimpse of young Mark Trenton
coming toward her.  He was going to mow the lawn right by her
window!  Move away ... she had to move away ...!  But the
tantalizing sight of the innocent teenage boy temporarily
hypnotized her into immobility, and she could only stand behind
the thin gauzy drapes with unquenchable yearning.
     God, he was a beautiful boy.  He was wearing only a pair of
tight, cotton-twill pants, his tanned satin-smooth back as exposed
and naked as his father's had been the day before.  The ripple of
his developing young muscles and the glistening film of
perspiration as he worked to push the mower brought tingling
little quivers of wicked delight through Miriam's naked loins.
She covetously watched the boy, the firm round flesh of her
breasts and her buttocks quivering slightly from the slowly
intensifying passions which were running rampant through her mind.
She moaned pitifully under her hotly panting breath, and she could
feel that once again her body was inexorably beginning to betray
her, in spite of her most insistent promises to hold check on her
forbidden hunger.
     Miriam groaned with the humiliation of knowing that the mere
sight of a young teenage boy could drive her to so high a state of
helpless passion, and when she realized that Mark had stopped
mowing and was staring directly at the window where she stood, her
shame was complete.  Yet even then she was incapable of stopping
herself from smiling provocatively with a blatant taunt, before
easing back out of his view.  God, she couldn't let herself do it
again!  She had to get hold of herself!  Quivering with
self-loathing, she hurriedly rushed into the bathroom in an
attempt to evict the inciting image of the supple-limbed youth
from her tormented mind.
     With franticness born out of desperation, she twisted the
handles of the shower and stepped into the small stall.  She
sighed gratefully as hot cascades of needling water beat against
her firm, round breasts and softly curling pubic hair, hoping she
could wash some of the unseen mental stains off and down the
drain.  The hot spray was a masochistic delight as it ruthlessly
pelted the white flesh of her breasts like dozens of tiny daggers,
the pin-pricks not enough to really hurt, but enough to send her
small, hardening nipples rising in taut erectness.  She lathered a
small washcloth and began a brisk soaping of her fevered skin as
though she wished to punish her sinfully reacting body still
further, but the smoothly sliding cloth only seemed to cause more
teasing little sensations of sensual arousal.  God, the shower was
supposed to cleanse her of her sexual desires, not perversely
stimulate them!
     She shivered and undulated unhappily, moaning from the
unwanted feather-like sensations, telling herself over and over
that what she was feeling was wrong and crazy ...  But as she ran
the cloth over her flat, rippling belly and down around the two
ivory cheeks of her buttocks, small curling tendrils of lewdly
sensuous fire began to lick wickedly at her throbbing loins.  She
slipped her fingers down between them pressing softly into them
with the soapy material until its wet slippery smoothness
tauntingly caressed the tiny hairless opening of her rectum.
     "OOOhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned softly, feeling an intensely
erotic spasm of excitement burn heatedly in her rapidly responding
flesh.
     "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned again in unwilling defeat.  But it
was pointless to struggle against the deliciously searing flames,
and she surrendered helplessly to the maddening, ever-rising
sensations.  Oh God!  She was glad she was alone, guiltily; at
least, she told herself.  No one else would know of her weakness
...
     "Mmmmmmmm," she mewled aloud as her thoughts again wandered
back to yesterday.  But this time the images created no fear, they
only fueled her unsated passions, and now she could excitedly
imagine herself naked on the ground with the lust-raging body of
Roger Trenton over her.  Standing in the shower she could envision
herself doing all the things that he wanted her to do, eagerly
letting him make love to her in a hundred different positions, and
accepting his hardness between her legs.  But as the mental image
of his rigidly throbbing penis began to slowly worm its way into
her openly waiting vagina, her mind wavered with uncertainty and
the picture began to slowly inexorably change ...
     Miriam began to dream of another penis ... a penis belonging
to a younger, more innocent male body ... the lean, hard erection
that lay heavily up between her open thighs now throbbed hotly
from between the naked legs of Roger Trenton's teenage son, Mark.
"Oh, Mark, oh God, Mark," she gasped, rubbing the cloth smoothly
in her left hand as though it was the boy's rhythmically pumping
organ.  "Oh, Markkkkkkkk ..."
     She reached down between her legs with her other hand to
warmly part the water-drenched curls of blonde pubic hair aside,
sending another electrical spasm of delight coursing through her
nakedly displayed body.  The cloth teased its way up between the
fleshy pink lips of her hungrily waiting vaginal slit, brushing
lightly against her pink budding clitoris and sending it hotly
jerking into hardened invitation for more.  She swayed
uncontrollably, building toward an explosive climax as she dreamed
of Mark's boyish hardness delightfully sliding up into her soft,
hair-lined vaginal opening and tenderly filling the yearning hole.
     "Oh, Marrrkkkk ..." she moaned passionately.  "Oh yes, Mark,
do it to meeee ... little baby ... oh, Mark ..."
     Marrrkkkk ... echoed sensuously through the steam-filled
bathroom ...
     And young Mark Trenton, his eyes bulging wide in disbelief
rubbed his hands increasingly faster down over the rapidly rising
hardness in his pants, his thin strong cock pulsing heavily with a
stiff, uncontrollable ache.  He had been standing in the doorway
of the mist-shrouded bathroom for several minutes now, watching
the nakedly twisting, woman with awe-struck fascination.  His
English teacher's wantonly contorted facial features were a
reflection of his own budding young sexual fires which had been
sent roaring hotly through his immature mind by the lewd sight of
her mewling, writhing masturbation.
     Christ!  Mrs. Dodge bare-ass naked and fingering her snatch
like she was going to blow her mind!  Ohhhhh Jesus!  So that's how
girls do it to themselves!  His mouth hung loosely open and his
wildly peering eyes were like glistening hot marbles set in his
red-flushed cheeks.  He knew he shouldn't be watching and that she
would be awfully mad if she caught him, but frig!  He couldn't
tear himself away!  It was the hottest thing he'd seen; even
better than the dirty pictures he had hidden in his bedroom!
     Roger Trenton's young son stood rooted in mesmerized
fascination while his slim virile penis jerked excited against his
trembling abdomen.  Man, his prick was as hard as a wooden ruler
and longer than it had ever been before!  He could only squeeze
and fondle its blood-throbbing length in breathless agitation
unbelievingly as he gasped at the erotic spectacle before him.  He
was barely able to stifle a loud groan as he pantingly watched the
voluptuously curved woman gently spread the soft blonde curls of
her pubic hair to either side of her fleshy vaginal lips and
reveal all of her moistly smooth pink slit to his fevered eyes.
Crap!  He'd had no idea that a pussy would look so soft and
glistening, and he could even see her tiny ass-hole as she
slithered her wash cloth around and round, faster and faster in
the heat of her sexual frenzy.
     Mark breathed in twitching excitement as his hardened rod of
youthful flesh painfully swelled in his pants.  Ohhhh, shit, wait
until he could get back home and take his pants off!  He was going
to beat his prick until he came twice, he was so excited!  And he
wouldn't be looking at those sex photos, either!  Shit, he'd be
dreaming about shoving his prick right up inside his English
teacher, Mrs. Dodge, and making her moan and shake just like she
was doing to herself now!
     Miriam was oblivious to being viewed as she strained for her
climax and deep breathless gasps of animal pleasure rose from her
heaving chest.  She splayed her quivering thighs wider apart in a
desperate effort to bury the invading wash cloth deeper into the
tightly pulsing passage of her wet vagina, her toes curling as she
attempted to keep her balance in the slippery shower stall.  She
could feel herself spiraling toward the explosive orgasm she had
to have and flailed her head from side to side as her burning mind
thought sensuously of young Mark Trenton's tender penis spewing
its fresh boyish sperm deep up into her belly.
     And then ... then she saw the slight motion out of the corner
of her eye.  She stopped her desperately working fingers as though
they were made of stone and she slowly twisted around to face the
door, afraid and yet feeling unexplained quiverings of excitement.
Oh God, no!  Not him!
     "Mark!" she gasped in horror.  "Wha ...?"
     "Oh no!" came a high-pitched moan from the boy.  He could
only stare at her in helpless immobility, his mind filling with
uncertainty whether to try and say something or simply run away
and hope she didn't tell his father on him.  "Oh, Mrs. Dodge, I
..."
     The shocked and confused woman hunched automatically over
with her washcloth still implanted lewdly between the open lips of
her passion-drenched pussy, crimson shame flushing her breasts and
face.  She had been caught fingering herself with Roger's son Mark
in her mind and now suddenly here he was in the flesh, nearly as
naked as she, with nothing covering him but his worn and tattered
work-pants.  Miriam's shocked eyes slipped unconsciously to the
crotch of his pants and the sight suddenly filled her with an
overwhelming rush of passion.  She could see clearly a stiffly
slender roundness pressing outward against the soft faded
material; little Mark had an erection from watching her play with
herself!
     She forced her head to turn away and she quickly shut off the
shower so that her hands would not reach out of their own accord
and release his swollen young penis from the tightness of his
pants.  God, the aching desire in her loins was too much to bear,
and she prayed that the heavily breathing boy would not sense the
tormenting passions that were gripping her own hotly aroused body.
     "Mark," she managed to whisper in a trembling and faltering
voice.  "Mark, what ... what are you doing here?"
     "I, I heard you calling me," he whimpered timidly.  "I, I was
mowing the lawn and I thought I heard you calling my name."
     "Oh, no," she groaned, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.  She
had been calling him ... calling out his name in her passion ...
     "I ... I know I shouldn't be watching you, Mrs. Dodge." Mark
was near the verge of frightened tears, and his distraughtly
quivering tone tugged with threatening excitement at the older
woman's ever-lessening control.  "G-Gee, but I couldn't help
myself, honest!"
     Miriam could feel a light tremor coursing through her thighs
and with a lewd urge too powerful to control, she stood and
exposed all of her satiny nakedness to the wide-eyed boy.  She
shuddered from her act, knowing it was perverted and would only
lead to more temptation to reach out and touch his tender young
genitals, but in spite of her revulsion she was incapable of
stopping herself.
     "G-Golly," Mark gasped in arousal.  "You--you're the most
lovely woman I've ever seen!"
     She smiled coyly at him, the lewdly rising flood of her need
overcoming her as she stepped purposefully out of the shower
stall.  Hungrily she studied his smooth teenage features and
marveled at how handsome and masculine he was to be only fourteen,
and felt the inflamed center of her loins tingling in wickedly
lewd response to the sight of his viriley bulging young penis
throbbing in his pants.
     Get him out of here!  Miriam heard a part of her mind
frantically warn.  Oh, God, get him out before it's too late!  But
her mind wouldn't function while she luridly basked under the
blatant hot gaze of his increasingly bulging young eyes roaming
hotly over her naked breasts and buttocks.
     "Thank you, Mark dear," she heard herself tell him.  "That's
a nice thing to say."
     "It's true, Mrs. Dodge!  Oh gosh, I bet you're even prettier
than my mother was!"
     Miriam moaned softly, swaying slightly as she remembered with
new-felt passion Roger Trenton's proposal of marriage ...  God, to
be Mark's mother ... I may love Roger, but I love his young son
more ..  her pink vaginal slit throbbed teasingly against the soft
silky curls of her pubic hair, and the small nipples of her firmly
pulsing breasts tingled with hardness as she took another wet,
shivering step toward the gasping, wide-eyed youth.  "You poor
dear," she cooed eagerly, "You must miss your Mommy very much."
     "Aww," young Mark murmured in blushing embarrassment, "It
ain't so bad."
     He manfully struggled to keep his wide-staring eyes off his
curvaceous teacher's fleshy exposed slit of her pussy that was so
teasingly close to him now ... but even her warmly sympathetic
face smiling down at him was enough to send his hard little cock
jerking in his pants.  Oh Jesus, his prick wouldn't go limp for
anything, and if she got any closer and saw him with his hard-on,
she'd be mad at him for sure!  Shit, he shouldn't have ever
stopped mowing when he'd seen her standing naked through the
window, 'cause now look what's happened!
     "I know you want a mother, Mark dear." Miriam's voice was
sultry with her longing to hold the tender boy to her.  "I know
you miss a warm and loving older woman to comfort you, don't you?"
     Oh shit, he did, he really did!  Mark thought helplessly.  He
tried to say something to Mrs. Dodge, but his throat felt as
though it was made of sandpaper, and all he could do was quiver
with wildly throbbing sensations he had never felt before in all
his young life.  Jesus, what was she trying to do to him?  In
another second he'd be bawling like a baby and wanting to have her
hold him.  She was so close now he could smell her warm breath and
clean fresh skin ... Ohhhh, she was reaching out with a hand now
... Jesus, if she touched him, he'd melt right into the floor, he
knew he would!
     "Go-golly, Mrs. Dodge," he finally managed to falter.
"M-Maybe you want me to go, huh?  I can ... I can finish the lawn
next week."
     Tell him, Miriam's weakening conscience screamed desperately.
Tell him before you touch his tender young body ... but her
demanding, unsatisfied loins were overwhelmed with her
uncontrollable perverted hunger for the young boy.  Her exposed
breasts heaved high and swollen only inches in front of Mark
Trenton's confused youthful face and her voice turned soft and
husky as her surrendering body was no longer able to resist the
sweet torment of her mounting desires.
     "No, don't go, Mark dearest."  She lay cool, trembling
fingertips on his smooth, unlined forehead.  "I want you to stay
here.  With me, with your new Mommy!  Mark ... come, come to
Mother!"
     A strangled cry escaped from between her moist lips, and
wildly she threw both of her arms around him in a sudden surge of
uncontrollable desire.  She pulled the innocently unresisting
youth close against the billowy softness of her breasts, crushing
him hungrily to her nakedness.  Miriam tried to tell herself that
what she was allowing herself to do was wrong and wicked ... but
her inflamed senses were too fevered with lust for the hard young
penis she could feel pulsing down against the naked flesh of her
thighs.  Every tingling nerve in her voluptuous body was reacting
with overwhelming sensations, her vows and promises feeble
barriers that were swept aside by the demand for ultimate
fulfillment.  She couldn't help undulating her trembling hips
seductively against his tightly pressed abdomen while she planted
several warm, loving kisses on his cheeks and face.
     "You sweet darling," she sighed with her unquenchable
passion.  "You dear, lovely boy.  Kiss your make-believe Mommy
..."  She gazed delightedly as she brushed her full throbbing
breasts across his warm parting lips, and felt him tremble from
the aroused excitement which rippled heavily over his young body.
Delicious sensations raced out of control through her belly as she
lewdly watched Mark Trenton kiss her white eagerly offered mounds
of flesh with his innocent young desire.
     She drew his lips closer to the distended nipple of the one
breast he was kissing, moaning softly as she guided the hardened
little bud into his open mouth.  "Suck my titty, dear Mark.  Suck
and feel it with your tongue like you were a hungry little baby
..."
     "Ohhhh, Mrs. Dodge," she heard in a muffled groan.
     Miriam gently cupped one of her hands behind his head.  "It's
all right, Mark.  I like you kissing my titty, really I do.
Ohhhhh, yes, yes ... Mmmmmm, like that.  Oh Mark dear, you're so
good to your Mommy ..."
     Young Mark Trenton couldn't stop his mind from wildly
spinning.  Jesus!  He was actually sucking his teacher's big tits!
Her nipple in his mouth was the craziest taste he'd ever had!  The
other kids would never believe him!  Shit, he loved it!  He loved
it!
     Miriam's uncontained passions had reached that aroused,
sensation-filled point where nothing could have stopped her from
continuing her lewd seduction of the young fourteen year old boy.
She gently smoothed her hand down over his naked back, feeling all
of his golden flesh with slowly circling fingertips ... God, his
tender skin was just like a baby's, like new and untouched satin!
Oh God, oh God, it was too much to bear ...  Her other hand slowly
eased around to the front of his pants and softly caressed the
swollen outline of his straining young penis, she felt the boy
tremble and gasp while he sucked harder at her breast.  A searing
flame of desire raced hotly through her belly and loins while she
teasingly traced up and down his young cock, delicately squeezing
it between her thumb and forefinger.
     Mark sucked in his breath when he felt her gently ease down
the zipper of his pants and slip her hand tantalizingly inside his
open fly.  He could feel her velvety fingers as they taunted with
a soft grazing motion beneath one leg-band of his thin cotton
undershorts and around the smooth flesh of his inner thigh.  Then
he moaned with quivering delight as her hand lovingly began to
stroke the naked flesh of his rock-hard young cock.  Ohhhhh, he
couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to!  Rising tingles of
sexual excitement spiraled up from between his youthful loins and
swirled maddeningly through his lean and hairless belly.  She had
his prick right in her hand, and was playing with it!  And ...
and, oh, Jesus, now she was feeling his balls too!
     "Mmmmmmm," he groaned around her soft, delicious breast which
throbbed between his firmly sucking lips.  He couldn't control his
moans and sighs as she continued to tenderly fondle the pulsating
shaft of his young penis and the fleshy sac of his tautly
sperm-swollen testicles.  "Ohhhhh Mrs. Dodge, Mrs. Dodge ...!"
     "Don't be afraid, Mark lover," she whispered.  "Mommy wants
to undress you now and let you be as naked as she is ..."
     Miriam gently eased her breast free of his eager young mouth
and slowly dropped to her knees on the wet tile of the bathroom
floor.  She trailed her long blonde hair teasingly down over his
heavy-breathing chest, kissing his seed-like nipples until he
groaned and quivered as he stood above her.  She played her
moistly sliding tongue down further to lave his belly and wash his
tender navel, while her softly curling hand traced along the
waistband of his pants and unbuttoned the top of his open fly.
She smoothly drew his pants down, slipping his white cotton shorts
with them, and then she tenderly lifted each of his slender young
legs to remove his clothing along with his scuffed brown loafers.
Her passion-hungry eyes greedily absorbed the sight of his arching
rigid penis as it throbbed nakedly between his strong young
thighs, and she felt heavy sensations of salacious delight flutter
through her own fully exposed belly and loins.
     "You're beautiful, darling," she exclaimed.  Her body was
lewdly tingling with rising excitement and her brain was sensually
afire with obscene passion as she wrapped her moistly stroking
hand once more around his swollen young penis.  Oh, God, it was
just the perfect size, perhaps five inches and fat for its length,
its bulbous head a richly glistening crimson at the tip where the
tiny moist slit creased it.  And ohh ... his lovely young
testicles were so tight and round with their sensitive textured
scrotum of a fine velvet skin.
     Mark looked down in wild-eyes amazement, having given up
trying to believe what was happening to him ... only that it was!
He watched mesmerized as she taunted his hardened prick with her
fingers, pulling the foreskin down so that its head stood out like
a beacon, her glistening lips less than an inch from its tip.
     "Ohhh ..." he whimpered and squirmed above her.  "Ohhh,
shit!" he gulped, truly shocked by what she was doing to him.
     "Darling Mark, you feel so good to your Mommy," Miriam
breathed hotly against his youthful, soft chest.  "Let's go into
my bedroom where we can have more fun!"
     OOOhhh, he knew he shouldn't ... but he was going to!  Oh
Jesus, she was so beautiful and her tits were like honey in his
mouth ... and damn, the way she was stroking his prick was too

From grobert@soho.ios.com Thu Feb 27 18:42:35 1997
much to take!  He gaped down at her trying to swallow the
parchedness that had dried his voice from his throat, and when he
couldn't answer her, he simply nodded his head with enthusiasm.
She laughed in warm, seductive delight, standing up to take his
hand and draw him out of the bathroom and across to her bedroom.
Jesus!  He knew he'd never be the same after this, but he didn't
care.  He didn't care about anything except the fun she was
promising him!
     "Crawl onto the bed now, dearest," Miriam crooned with wanton
anticipation.  He eagerly obeyed, lying on his back with his hard,
virile penis standing high and proud while she nakedly stretched
out beside him in lewd display.  Then she began to smooth her
hands tantalizingly down over his developing muscles and into all
of the secret hollows and crevices of his tender, youthful body.
Her lushly glistening lips fastened wetly onto his, her tiny moist
tongue darting between his teeth to explore his warm, wet mouth
while she pressed her fleshy hair-covered pubic mound tightly up
against his hips with a tiny provocative circling motion.
     "Tell me, Mark, did you like watching me play with my pussy
in the shower?" Miriam whispered in a throaty, sensuous voice.
"Tell me the truth now ... did you?"
     He rolled his head from side to side on the pillow, fretfully
looking up at her.  "Y-yes, yes, I did!" He gasped excitedly.
Crap!  He was going right out of his mind!  "I liked it!  I liked
it a lot, Mrs. Dodge!"
     Miriam's blue eyes were smokily glazed from the lewd desires
running wild throughout her flesh, and the awareness that Roger
Trenton's son was nearly frantic with his own sexual lust only
fanned the flames of her maddened passions more.  She couldn't
remember when she'd coerced a more helpless and defenseless young
boy, and the thought alone was enough to drive her wild, even
though she knew that later ... afterwards ... she would hate and
revile herself for what she was doing to the immature boy.  Slowly
she raised her knees beside him, her thrusting breasts swaying
sensuously with her movements as she pulled his naked body slowly
over to a kneeling position between her thighs.  She spread the
full white columns of her shapely legs wider apart, kneeing
outwards until the silken triangle of her vaginal slit was
entirely exposed to his straining young eyes.
     "Mommy's pussy is soft and silky and wants you to pet it the
way I did.  Put your fingers in it, darling.  You want to, don't
you?"
     "Oh ... oh God Almighty!"  Mark's face was now hovering only
a few inches from the golden curls which so softly fringed her
moistened cuntal opening, and his breath caught in his throat as
he watched it sensuously rotate with lewd expectancy.  "Oh, I sure
do want to touch it!" he gasped in lustful fascination as he gaped
down at the narrow, coral-hued slit which started at the bottom of
her smooth white belly and trailed downward into the white rounded
spheres of her buttocks.  He could even see her little pink
asshole!  Jesus, who wouldn't want to touch it?
     His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as he leaned
forward and touched the warm hair-fringed lips of her cunt and
began to slowly press them apart with his thumbs until all of its
pink passion-flushed flesh lay exposed to his eyes.  He gradually
eased more of his hand into her moistly glistening vaginal mouth,
delightedly feeling its smoothness twitch and palpitate with
spasming vibrations against his hand.
     "Put it in, Mark darling.  Put your little finger right up
inside my little pussy hole!  Ohhh, finger my cunt, darling,
finger your Mommy's cunt!
     The lust-driven English teacher raised her head with eager
lewdness so she could stare down at the naked young student from
between her sensitive, desire-swollen breasts.  She watched in
breathless desire as Mark Trenton brushed his hand gingerly
between the silken strands of her blonde pubic curls and gently
pressured his slender middle finger up inside the fleshy wetness
of her throbbing, hungrily welcoming pussy.
     "That's it, darling, rub it ... rub it just like that, in and
out ... in, and oohhh, yes, out ..." Miriam gasped, undulating her
hips and buttocks up against more of his sliding, prodding young
hand.  "Ohhh, that's so nice, Mark ... Ohhh God ...!"
     Mark was speechless from the wild erotic picture which lay
spread before his innocent eyes.  His teacher's legs were arched
in spreading wideness while he was pumping his finger as deep as
it could go up into the warm, exposed hole between her thighs.
Man, it was just like he was fucking her!  He'd never dreamed that
a woman's snatch could be so soft and moist inside, and so pink
and sparkling all around it!  Shit, what would his prick feel like
up inside her?  Better than his finger, he bet ...
     Miriam quivered from head to toe from the enrapturing
sensations that his pistoning young hand was causing up inside her
tightly clenched vaginal passage.  She mewled deliriously as she
felt its inexperienced prodding massage and taunt every inch of
the hotly clasping inner walls, and passionately, she pulled him
up over and pressed her firm, full breasts down over his hard slim
chest and began to kiss him again in warm lecherous delight.  She
raised and lowered her thighs hungrily on his sliding fingers, her
belly an inferno of forbidden sensations more avid than she could
ever remember before.  The feel of his tender young hand inside
her and the feel of his virile young cock so close to her were
driving her almost to orgasm alone!  God, the young boy was so
helpless, so completely subject to her every lascivious whim!  She
couldn't wait a second longer!  She had to have the feel of him
deep up inside of her belly!  That would be the ultimate, to coax
and drain the fresh young sperm from his tender cum-heavy
testicles!
     "Have you ever fucked a cunt with that beautiful young cock
of yours before, Mark?" she asked breathlessly.
     "N-no, no honest I haven't," he managed in panting gulps of
breath.  Jesus, she's said fuck!  Fuck and cunt and cock!
"N-never, Mrs. Dodge!"
     "Well, you're going to fuck one now, Mark ... you're going to
fuck mine with your beautiful prick!"
     Miriam slowly removed his wetly slipping fingers from her
throbbing vaginal channel and tenderly grasped his now painfully
swollen young penis.  With loving tenderness she placed the blunt
blood-engorged head against the wide-splayed legs of her hot moist
cuntal flesh.  She began to move her buttocks up and around his
tightly-held prick, pressing it deeply against her vagina with her
own fingers.
     "Ohhh," Mark Trenton groaned loudly.  He thrust his slender
naked pelvis down over her loins in bewildered ecstasy, wild
pinpricks of sensations stabbing him up through his belly.  "Ohhh,
Mrs. Dodge!"
     She spread her legs widely on either side of him so that the
boy was cradled firmly between her high-lifting thighs, and he
could feel his hard bulbous cock-head slip wetly along the pink
hair-lined crevice he had been so recently finger-fucking.  She
raised her welcoming cunt up to his penis, and then the entire
length of his boyish shaft of flesh felt to him as though it were
being sucked right up inside her hot, moist pussy mouth!
     Oh damn!  Oh crap!  He was really fucking her!  He was really
fucking a woman, his first very own naked woman!  Shit, he wished
the guys could see him ... he wished the whole world could see
what a man he was now!  The youngster was filled with a sense of
limitless power, and with a wild cry of delight, he pressed down
upon Miriam's body, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts
tightly against her chest.  He thrust his lean hips forward to
slide deeply into her cunt like a driving piston, pushing the
softly smooth walls of her pussy in rippling wet waves before his
rampant young cock.  Miriam felt his small sperm-laden testicles
slam hard against the cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks and
she groaned in submissive rapture as the blunt head of his penis
stretched wide the long-unused elastic channel of her cunt.
     "Ohhhhh, yesssss," she sighed loudly in delight as she kicked
her feet out into the air and locked her arms and legs back
tightly around his tense young body.  The thrill of being
satisfied by so young a boy sent chills coursing up and down her
spine, and the inner muscles of her wetly pulsing vagina tightened
around his throbbing young penis and began a softly pressuring
action of their own volition.  For a crazy moment she was able to
imagine how she must look‹‹a thirty-four year old woman letting
her uncontrollably straining pussy absorb an innocent fourteen
year-old boy's virgin genitals‹‹and she gasped for breath at the
mind-shattering vision.  But then she felt Mark begin to thrust
his hips back and forth in his effort to penetrate further and
further into her dilating womb and she deliriously abandoned all
of her fears and doubts.
     His slim young cock plunging smoothly between her desperately
working thighs was all the reason she had to have!  She bent all
of her mind now to the delicious enjoyment, eagerly yearning for
when he would shoot out his thick streams of adolescent young
sperm and fill her thirstily sucking belly as she'd never been
filled before!  Yes, oh God, yes ...
     Mark Trenton's eager young face glowed with the sexual
pleasure he was experiencing for his very first time, and he
bucked his lust-hardened penis harder and harder into the delicate
moist walls of his writhing teacher's moistly gripping pussy.  The
sight of Mrs. Dodge's full white breasts jiggling beneath him with
their rose-tipped points, and then the fleshy pink folds of her
tightly clenching vaginal slit as they drew against his prick with
every stroke he made, was more than his inexperienced young mind
could stand.  Ohhh, and now she was slipping a hand down around
his bottom and was cupping the firm, youthful cheeks with a
kneading motion he could feel all the way to his balls!  He could
sense that his testicles were swelling with their ever-building
load, and it wouldn't be long now until he shot all of his cum
right up inside her!  Right up inside a real woman's belly!  Ohhh
...
     "Ohhh, God, Markkk ... Yesss ..." Miriam moaned ceaselessly
up into his face, her eyes opening and closing in the lost daze of
her passion.  She was no longer ashamed for having seduced this
innocent young boy into becoming her lover; she was reveling in
her lewd wickedness now like the perverted slut she knew she was
at heart.  His pounding, all-consuming young cock pumped deeper
and faster up into her hotly willing vaginal passage, and she
wrapped her thrashing legs more tightly around his heaving loins,
rhythmically massaging his satin-soft buttocks with her
passion-driven fingers.  Their moist deep partings and soft
mewling cries of spiraling enjoyment mingled with the squeakings
of the bed to form a sexual cadence which echoed erotically around
the two closely entwined bodies ...
     And then ... then suddenly Miriam gasped with her delirious
excitement as she could feel his boyish young cock begin to flex
and pulse deep up inside her greedily sucking cunt, its hard
rubbery tip flaring out inside her belly until she thought she
would scream with delight.  Her hands grasped harder into his
smooth hairless buttocks so she could pull him tightly closer into
her expectant thighs, and she ground up against him as her own
long-frustrated climax began with a force of a sensual tidal wave.
     "Yes, Markkk ... Oh, yes, cum ... Cum into Mommy's cunt!
Cumm!"  She undulated beneath the young student's hardness,
thrusting her yearning, lust-squirming pussy up and down over his
burrowing, expanding, virile penis.  "Oh, God, I'm there!  Ahhhhh
...!"
     She squealed with rapturous delight, her flesh trembling all
over, and the dark-haired youth paused for a single moment,
astounded by the older woman's wildly spasming convulsions beneath
him.  But then he felt his own body lose control of his newly
discovered passions, and frantically he heaved his pelvis down
against her again and again with his furious need for sexual
release.
     "OHHH, Mrs. Dodge!" he cried out in a high-pitched yell.  His
warm, creamy young semen suddenly erupted from the pulsing blunt
head of his cock and spewed deep up into her wide-stretched pussy,
swirling deliciously together with the juices of her own insanely
spiraling orgasm.  "OHHHHH, teacher!  I ... I'm cumming, tooooo!"
     Miriam's mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt his
boiling virile liquid squirt out from his adolescent penis like a
never-ending stream of lava.  The starving walls of her pussy
clenched and unclenched spasmodically around his ejaculating
hardness, desperately milking it of all his warm, wet, whiteness.
His fresh young cum filled her insatiable cunt and the combining
fluids of their releases overflowed around her wetly drenched
vaginal lips, trickling down between the soft, passion-tensed
valley of her undulating buttocks.  Until at last, Roger Trenton's
naked son fell exhaustedly across her body while her throbbing
vaginal walls squeezed their last quick spasms around his rapidly
deflating cock.
     Miriam too lay dazed, quivering stillness, her legs collapsed
on either side of the gasping youth's flesh and her thighs and
buttocks limply resting in the excess of hot wet liquids which had
so completely filled her belly a moment before.  But although her
body lay drained of all its energy, she could sense that her mind
was beginning to return to reality and that the expected aftermath
of shame and disgust was slowly filtering into her slowly
awakening mind.
     Miserably she lay sprawled out in her lewd spread position
beneath the boy, watching with sickened self-loathing as his eyes
flashed in caressing fascination over her nakedness.  Then, before
she could turn away, Mark Trenton threw himself down upon her,
kissing her face and cheeks with childlike desperation, and she
was able to feel the warm salty wetness of his tears as he cried
softly against her breasts.
     "Ohhh, Mrs. Dodge," she heard him blurt out chokingly.  "Oh,
I wish you were really my Mommy!  Oh, I'm so glad I fucked you!
Don't be mad at me for telling you that.  Please, Mrs. Dodge."
     "God, oh God," Miriam whimpered, clutching his delicious
young body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head.  "No,
Mark, baby ... I'm not mad.  I could never be angry with you ..."
     The impossible situation of forbidden love and lewd desire
clawed at her brain until she thought it would tear her apart.
The hatred for herself for having taken this innocent young boy's
natural loneliness and perverting it to satisfy her own degenerate
needs loomed more ugly now than ever in her mind.  God, what a
depraved and corrupt woman she had become!



                            Chapter 3

     The late afternoon cast shadows into Miriam Dodge's living-
room, stretching darkness across the worried English teacher as
she sat slumped in an overstuffed easy chair.  She gazed with
sightless eyes out of the open side window, blankly staring at the
same grassy field she had been able to see earlier from her
bedroom.  Now the park was empty, the teenage footballers having
left for their homes and Sunday dinner.  Just as well, she
haplessly thought; she doubted she could stand the sight of any
more virile young boys frolicking innocently around ...
     Idly she took the glass of vodka from the table beside her
and sipped it, feeling the hot alcohol burning all the way down to
fill her empty stomach.  She had been nipping at the soothing
liquor ever since Mark had left and she'd risen naked and
trembling from her wettened, rumpled bed.
     Miriam's first wild emotion had been to purge herself of the
boy's warm wet semen which had glistened whitely on the soft
blonde curls and pink wet lips of her vagina.  But turning from
the lewd sight of her semen-soiled sheets, she had faced the open
bathroom door and been gripped by an almost insane sense of
revulsion.  To have stepped into the shower stall again or even to
have douched in that bathroom would have been a mocking reminder
of where she had finally surrendered to her lewd perversion.  As
unclean as she'd felt, she had hurriedly dressed in a short,
pleated skirt of navy blue and matching thin pullover, wanting
nothing more urgently than to cover her betraying naked flesh.
Her second reaction had been to rush into the kitchen and open an
upper cabinet to reach for the still sealed bottle of vodka ...
     The tormented woman felt a little ashamed at the way she'd
been drinking, but she couldn't help being grateful for the faint
light-headedness that swirled through her blood and eased the
torture that was paralyzing her brain.  The hours she's spent
catching up on her housework had helped as well, but everything
was clean now and she had no more to do to keep her mind off her
misery.  Even her ravaged bed had been changed, though just the
feel of the sheets in her fingers had sent queasy despair rippling
through her.
     Now, alone with nothing but her own morbid thoughts to occupy
her time, Miriam was afraid she would go crazy.  She lifted the
glass and took a deep swallow, choking to hold down the burning
liquor.  Her repugnance toward her depraved seduction of Roger
Trenton's son was worse than she had feared, for that was exactly
what it had been‹‹a lewd, seductive rape.  He had run frightened
and confused from the house once she'd allowed him to dress, and
there was no telling what he might do once out of her sight.
She'd warned him not to say a word, but a child of his age had so
little control.  A horrible nightmare welled up in her mind as
Miriam envisioned the boy bragging to his friends how he'd fucked
his English teacher, and what would happen to her once everybody
in Logansville knew she was a child molester.  Or would Mark
confess to his father out of shame and bewilderment?  The mere
idea of what Roger might do then made her take another mouthful of
the strong alcohol.
     Little Mark's cum is still lying pooled in my belly, too, she
moaned in helpless dejection.  His virile sperm was the ultimate
souvenir of how quickly the cherished promise had crumbled
completely before her monstrous desires.  She refilled her glass
from the nearby bottle while images of Mark Trenton charged
heavily through her head, his young black-haired handsomeness
immediately stimulating her even as she cursed her animal-like
cravings.  Needfully, Miriam drained the last of the bottle into
her glass; but as she drank, she became aware that she had
consumed almost a fifth of straight vodka on an empty stomach.
She was, she realized dizzily, becoming increasingly drunk.  And,
oh God, every sip she took seemed to incite her internal hungers
more!
     Minute tongues of carnal fire were beginning to lick
tauntingly at the soft inner flesh of her white thighs and she
could sense an unwanted moisture seeping from between the tight
lips of her vagina.  She could feel the strength steadily leaving
her body as she kept remembering vividly the boyish penis
pistoning in and out of her warm, willing cunt until it came and
filled her wide-stretched pussy with wildly spurting young seed.
Slowly and inexorably her breathing became more ragged, and
beneath her short skirt and tight sweater she could feel her
smooth warm flesh begin to seethe with newly-kindled desire ...
     "Stop it!  Oh God, stop it!" she moaned incoherently to the
silence of the tomb-like house.  But deep down inside her heart
she knew that she could not stop the chain of inexorable events
she had unwittingly set in motion.  Like a motor throwing its
circuit breaker because of a short, Miriam's tortured mind could
not take any more, and defensively it counteracted by spreading a
sense of warm lethargy over the stricken woman.  Aided by the
alcohol she'd drunk, it let her drift drowsily ... God, what was
she going to do?  Was there anything she could do at all ...?  She
leaned back with her head resting against the top of the chair and
stared at the ceiling above her, and for a long while she lay
unmoving ... and then her head drooped and she sunk into a fitful,
restless sleep ...
     While Miriam Dodge was sleeping the sleep of the guilty,
young Mark Trenton was visiting with Joey Gore, one of his friends
from school, and another close pal named Donald Watson.  The other
two boys were freshmen students as he was, though both were a
little older and more developed for their age.  Mark had always
been the junior member of the trio, often ignored and left out
when Joey and Don would do things that were sort of "bad." His
father had often told him that the boys were wrong influences on
him, and that his grades would suffer if he continued hanging
around with them, but in his youthful spirit of rebellion, his
father's disapproval only made him want to be like them more than
ever.
     They'd been fooling around with Joey's model airplane
collection, buzzing them around in mock dog-fights, recreating an
imaginary air fight over Vietnam.  But now they were tired, and
were resting until a science fiction horror movie they wanted to
watch came on the television.  They were talking in loud whispers
in Joey's bedroom at the back of the Gore house, Joey sprawled on
the bed while Mark sat in a chair and Don read a comic book ...
     "Man, tomorrow starts another week of grinds," Joey sighed.
"Shit on school, I say.  I can't wait until I'm grown up and don't
have to go anymore.  Then every day can be like a Saturday and
Sunday."
     "Yeah, that would be keen," Don said, turning a page of the
comic.  "I'd sure hate to be a teacher like your dad, Mark.  He
has to go to school all his life.  That's for the birds, all
right."
     "I dunno," Mark retorted, wanting to defend his father.
"He's pretty smart, and he told me he'd hate to work in some
factory where he was around nothing but dumb men all day."
     Joey Gore laughed.  "Yeah, you got something there, Mark.
Hell, the scenery's better at least, especially with a knock-out
like Mrs. Dodge around now.  Man, she must have the finest set of
knockers I've ever seen on a broad!"
     "You ain't a-kidding," Don Watson chimed in with a low,
appreciative whistle.  "And what a nice ass she's got, too.  She
sure beats Miss Flannigan we had for English last year."
     "At least Old Flannel-face put out for us." Joey snickered.
"Only way I graduated grammar school was by sticking it to her
every week.  She had a snatch like a berry-bush, but I got the
passing grade, anyway."
     "Same here," Watson boasted.  "She wanted me to go down and
lick her once, but that's where I drew the line.  I'll stick my
prick into anything but not my face."
     "I'd sure love to get my nose down between Mrs. Dodge's legs,
though," Gore sighed.
     "You'll never get that," Watson sighed.  "None of us will.
Crap, and that's really a shame too.  All that meat going to
waste."
     Young Mark Trenton suddenly wanted to brag about what he'd
done that morning, unable to resist the chance to have the boys
look up to him for a change.  Shit, he'd never even gotten into
Flannel-face‹‹Miss Flannigan‹‹on account his grades were always
high enough otherwise.
     But now, this time, he had something on Joey and Don!
Eagerly, he dropped his voice to an excited whisper.  "Yeah?
Well, I've news for you two," he blurted.  "I got into Mrs.
Dodge!"
     "Flake off, Mark," Joey snickered.  "You've been dreaming too
hard while jacking off."
     "Right.  You gotta be a real stud before that kind of pussy
falls," Watson added.  "A babe like her would chew your pecker
clean off."  And both the older boys laughed lewdly, tauntingly.
     "I did!" Mark heatedly protested.  "I sure as hell did!  I
saw right up inside her snatch and‹‹"
     "Bullshit," Joey sneered.  "Only hole you ever saw is the one
in your ass when you bend around and look at it in the mirror."
     "Listen, you guys," Mark said, red in the face.  "I tell you
true.  I was over at her house mowing the lawn like I do every
Sunday, and Jesus!  I look up once, and there she is, standing
naked as a jaybird in the window!"
     "Hey," Don said in a new, awed voice.  "You're serious!"
     "That's what I've been trying to tell you," Mark retorted,
and seeing that he'd caught their attention, he talked on without
thinking of what he was doing.  "So then I heard her calling me a
few minutes later, so I went in to see if something's the matter.
This time I see her naked in the shower, and she's fingering
herself!"
     "No!" Joey blurted, his eyes widening with excitement.  "Got
her hand right up her pussy, huh?  Then what happened?"
     "Well, she saw me and stopped.  Then instead of screaming or
telling me to get the hell out, she stepped real slow out of the
shower, like she was a stripper or something, and peels my clothes
off until I'm as naked as she is!  Then she takes me in the
bedroom and before I know it, I've got my prick sliding up her
cunt!  She moaned and groaned, begging for it!  Fuck me, Mark, she
yelled at me.  Fuck me hard!"
     "Jesus Christ," Joey Gore groaned, "she ever say that to me,
and I'd ram it clean out her belly for sure!"
     "Why the hell did she pick a kid like you?" Watson snapped.
     "I dunno.  Maybe because I was there and you weren't.  All I
can tell you is that it happened, and man, she is one fine piece
of ass!"
     "Ain't that the shits," groaned Don Watson.  "I'm dying for
some of that, and look who ends up throwing a fuck to her.  There
ain't no justice in the world, I tell you true."
     "No ...?"  A vicious gleam began to glitter in Joey Gore's
beady little eyes.  "Well, now, maybe we can work something out so
there is.  I mean, hell ... if Mark could do it, I oughta be able
to slide my meat into her with no trouble at all."
     "How you going to get the chance?" Watson scoffed.  "Take
over mowing her lawn?"
     "Naw.  I could take her up in the hills, though.  You could
come along and hold her down if she gets scared.  Then I'd do the
same for you while you throw one into her."
     Mark was suddenly very sorry he'd ever opened his mouth.
Jesus, if Joey and Don ever roughed up Mrs. Dodge that way, he'd
never forgive himself.  He liked her, liked her a lot‹‹and
inwardly he blushed as he remembered how he'd confessed to her
about wanting her to be his mother.  "Hey, you rape her, and she
can have you arrested," he said, attempting to persuade them from
their plot.
     "Right," Watson agreed.  "If she said anything, we'd sure be
up shit creek, that's for sure.  I'm too young to go to jail."
     Joey Gore rubbed the lobe of his large ear for a moment.
Then he nodded, saying.  "Maybe you're right.  But hell, I sure
want to grab a piece of that cunt for myself ..."  Then his eyes
began to sparkle with new-found lewdness.  "Okay, then we'll get
her Friday night, during the dance."
     Watson gasped.  "How?"
     "Simple.  First we act real nice to her this week, so she
won't think something's cooking.  Then we'll give her drinks of
that stupid punch during the dance, only we'll spike them first."
     "Right on, man," Watson chuckled lewdly.  "We get her soaking
drunk.  Then what?"
     "We get Mark here to lure her up to the gym storage room.
You know, where all the wrestling mattresses are kept.  She'll
believe him more than us.  Then we'll be waiting for her, and ...
pow!  She'll be so boozed up that the rest will take care of
itself."
     "Hot damn, that's a fine idea," Watson said.  Then he frowned
and turned to young Mark Trenton.  "But you in this with us, kid?
Come on, are you chicken-shit?"
     Yes ... yes, he was! Mark's mind told him over and over.  He
was scared of the whole idea of helping Joey and Don fuck Mrs.
Dodge ... but then, this was his big chance with them!  If he
backed out now, he'd never get another chance of getting in with
them.  Crap, what could he do?
     "You want to tear into that pussy of hers again, don't you?"
Joey said.  "Well, you help us, and you get some of the action,
okay?"
     "Well ..."  Damn it, the mere thought of that tight wet pussy
sliding up and down over his prick was making it grow hard in his
gym shorts.  Shit, he sure wanted more of her!  "Well, all right.
I'll do it.  Only you gotta promise you won't hurt her none."
     "Naw, we won't," Watson said.
     "Hell, for the way you tell it, Mark," Gore added lewdly, "we
won't have to.  She'll be like a mink in heat for all of us!  All
ever-loving, fucking three of us guys!"
     Miriam Dodge was late for school Monday morning, the result
of a throbbing hangover and a fearful reluctance to want to see
Roger Trenton or his son ever again.  She had been foolish enough
to hope she could change her warped sexual desires, but that had
been before yesterday and her depraved actions with young Mark.
Now she could see that when at last she did face the loving,
gentle widower again, it could only be to tell him she could not
marry him, not ever!  As for his handsome boy, she just prayed
that she'd be able to seal away the unspeakable sordid episode
with him in some dark recess of her mind.  Eventually, if she
could stay as far away from the temptation he presented, she might
be able to feel nothing except a guilty scar to remind her what
she'd done to him.  She knew that she had to keep her mind off her
nightmarish situation, or she'd never be able to go on, and that
simply being around either of the Trentons would only make her
wounds fester ...
     Yet as she thought of her alternatives, she realized with
sinking heart that her only choice was to somehow continue her
life here in Logansville as though nothing had happened to her.  A
hasty, feigned sick-call would only delay the inevitable, and she
would have to go back to work sooner or later.  In the meantime,
Roger might become concerned and drop by‹‹and then what could she
tell him?  A quick resignation and a sudden leaving of town would
only place her where she'd been when she'd arrived‹‹running in a
fugitive-like panic.  And this time, she didn't even have enough
money to travel, her savings used up just to get her cross-country
to California!  She had to stick it out here, to somehow brazen
through and hope things didn't get any worse.  But God, how could
they get worse than they already were?
     She dressed hurriedly, not even taking time for breakfast.
She'd lost her appetite anyway, the mere thought of what she had
to look forward to making her queasy in her stomach.  She speedily
drove to the school, a thick lump congealing in her throat and her
eyes constantly threatening to burst into tears.
     Logansville High was a century-old, three-storied brick cube,
situated in the midst of a tree-shaded park near the center of the
small downtown area.  By the time Miriam had parked her car, the
first bell had rung and only a few stragglers were to be seen
scurrying across the broad expanse of lawn to the building.  She
was walking quickly down the almost deserted corridor to her
classroom, when she bumped into the school's principal, Harlow
Cartwright.
     Cartwright was a large man, balding and plump, with a round,
moonish face given to grinning at things which displeased him.  He
adjusted his pince-nez glasses as he regarded Miriam with a thin,
disapproving smile.
     "Indeed, Mrs. Dodge," he said in his thin, nasal voice.
"Late, aren't you?"
     "I ... I'm sorry," she apologized, blushing.  "I ... I had a
little trouble with my car this morning.  A flat tire," she lied.
"I had to have it repaired."
     "I see."
     "M-my class must be waiting for me," Miriam said, now
completely flustered.  "I better be off, Mr. Cartwright."
     Cartwright pursed his thick, rubbery lips, still studying her
intently.  "I'm glad we did run into one another, in spite of the
fact you're tardy, Mrs. Dodge.  I wanted to tell you, you don't
have to be at the dance Friday night at seven o'clock as we'd
planned."
     "Oh?"
     "Yes.  My wife has decided to come, too." The principal made
a small grimace, his mouth tightening as though in a grin of rigor
mortis.  "Agnes insists on taking care of the decorations and
refreshments beforehand, so you can come around eight, if you
wish."
     "Thank you.  That would be wonderful."
     "Oh, and Mrs. Dodge ...?"

From grobert@soho.ios.com Thu Feb 27 18:42:51 1997
     "Yes?"
     "Do try to be on time."
     "Of course, Mr. Cartwright.  Of course I will ..."  Miriam
hurried down the hall as the principal turned away in the opposite
direction.  Damn, damn!  Why did she have to run into that
wretched fat man on this of all mornings?  She could feel herself
unraveling at the mental seams, what with everything bearing down
on her the way they were ...
     She reached the door of her classroom, and then a deep,
shuddering tremble rippled over her body.  Mark Trenton was one of
her pupils, and would be in there just beyond the door, sitting
and waiting for her with the memories of yesterday still fresh in
his young, immature mind.  God, did she have the strength?  Well,
if she didn't she'd better turn around right that instant and run,
run as fast and far as she could ...
     Resolutely she took a breath and with chin held high, walked
into the room and directly to her desk.  She saw the boy almost
immediately as she turned to face the class.  He sat in the front,
alongside Gore and Watson, who were too mischief-making to allow
to sit in the back of the room.  Mark was staring at her in an
oddly serious manner, and in response to his intensely soulful
expression, her throat suddenly went dry and tight.  She could
feel that rather than blushing, her blood was draining from her
face, almost leaving her too weak to stand.
     Fortunately, the other students were chattering and asking
questions, and she was able to occupy her mind with the day's
assignment and the establishment of order.  It was not an easy
thing to do, but she managed to slowly get control of herself by
blotting out Mark Trenton's presence and concentrating on the
remainder of her two-dozen charges.
     Unfortunately, however, she unwittingly looked directly into
the eyes of Joey Gore.  He was leaning on his elbows, his chin
resting in his hands, his eyes lewdly raking up and down over her
body.  She suddenly felt as if he was undressing her mentally, and
she flicked her eyes away in burning shame ... only to see the
twisted, crude grin on Don Watson's face next to him.  Even as she
watched them, Watson leaned over and whispered something to Gore,
and then they both broke into a meaningful series of suggestive
snickers that brought the blood racing back to her cheeks.
     Automatically, Miriam rapped her knuckles on the desk for
silence, while in her mind loomed the appalling thought the
perhaps they knew!  Both husky young boys were maturely developed
for their ages, and if Mark had bragged to them of what he'd done
with her, they wouldn't laugh it off with childish disbelief.
They would see the horrid truth behind his exciting, if fantastic,
story!  Oh God, what was she going to do if that was so?  But
maybe, she prayed, it was only her over-vivid imagination ...
     "Joey, please go to the blackboard," she heard herself say.
"Diagram the sentence that I'll give you to write."
     Gore rose slowly, grinning even more suggestively.  "Sure
thing, Mizz Dodge.  I'm right proud to do anything you like for
such a pretty teacher like you."
     "Right on, man," Watson hooted derisively to his friend.
"Show her how it's done!"
     A low giggle rippled through the class, but Miriam's sharply
brittle voice silenced it abruptly.  "That will be enough!" she
snapped.  "And when Joey is finished, we'll just see how good
Donald is on declining verbs."
     Through sheer self-control Miriam had never known she
possessed before, she painfully lasted through the inner throes of
her shame and fear for the rest of the class period!
     And the balance of that day, and the following few days ...
Miraculously, things began to look a little better for the
miserably haunted woman by the day of the Freshman-Sophomore
dance.  She could look back over the week and say that the two
young ruffians, Joey and Don, had been uncommonly quiet, and she'd
been able to avoid a head-on meeting with both Mark Trenton or his
father, Roger.  She was even beginning to feel an initial degree
of peace of mind almost too good to last.



                            Chapter 4

     Friday evening, Miriam bathed and changed from her sober wool
suit she'd worn that day into a more informal short beige dress
with buttons all down its front.  She drove back to the high
school building and arrived punctually at eight o'clock.  The
dance was being held in the downstairs cafeteria, which had a side
entrance that opened out on the parking area reserved for the
staff, but which already was lined with a few older cars and
pickups she recognized as belonging to some of the students.
     She could hear music as she walked inside the cafeteria, and
saw that a five-piece rock group was warming up on the small stage
near the back.  They were obviously local talent, equipped with
drums and electric guitars, and they were filling the low-
ceilinged room with ear-splitting squeals, thumps, and twangs.
Around the sides of the room, the usual dining tables and benches
had been replaced by small round tables and folding chairs.  On
the tables were candles, the kind that were inside rose-tinted
glass bowls, and the regular lights were dimmed almost to complete
darkness, so that the cafeteria was bathed in a warm, romantically
flickering glow.  Bunting and streamers festooned the walls, and
the snack-bar at the end had been converted into a gaily-decorated
"bar," where a large crystal bowl of punch sat among stacks of
glasses.
     The dance was supposed to go from eight to midnight, and
although there were some boys and girls standing around, Miriam
didn't expect things to become fully swinging until eight-thirty
or nine o'clock.  She walked over to the punch bowl, and was
dipping herself a glass of the non-alcoholic drink, when Harlow
Cartwright and his wife came out of the door leading to the
kitchen.
     "On time, I see," the principal said, running his tongue
around his lips.  "Good.  It looks better if the kids see us all
in force when they arrive.  Tones them down right from the start."
     "You're not expecting trouble, are you?" Miriam asked
nervously.  "Surely the students wouldn't be‹‹"
     "Don't be naive," Cartwright interrupted.  "They would try
anything.  They'll sneak in liquor or even drugs if we let them.
Times have changed, and where we were taught to know our place,
nowadays they think they can get away with murder."
     "Yes, sir," Miriam replied, not wishing to argue with him.
     "You haven't met my wife, have you?  Agnes, this is our new
English teacher, Mrs. Dodge."
     Agnes Cartwright was a round-faced, chunky woman somewhere in
her mid-fifties.  She was at least half a foot shorter than her
husband, wore her coarse, graying hair in an old-fashioned bun,
and layered cheap makeup over her age-lines and the sagging flesh
of her cheeks.  Her small, moist dark eyes bore an uncompromising
expression, making her remind Miriam of the old pictures of
Victorian suffragettes axing saloons and other devilish places.
     "Pleased to meet you, I'm sure," the woman said, appraising
the blonde-haired teacher critically.  "Harrow's description of
you didn't do you justice.  You seem so much younger and ...
prettier than he'd let on."
     Her wet eyes continued to bore hostilely into Miriam with
cold penetration.  Miriam felt extremely uncomfortable, and she
tried to think of an excuse to leave them.  "Perhaps I should wait
by the door," she suggested.  "I could greet the students as they
came in."
     "Good idea," Cartwright said, nodding.  "That way you can
give them a quick glance to see if they're carrying any bottles or
not.  Damned marijuana, though.  I can't find a way of stopping
them from smoking short of stripping them down to their skin."
     "Yes," his wife added.  "You keep a sharp eye out, Mrs.
Dodge.  If you see anything or have any trouble, you find Harlow,
you hear?"
     "I'll know how to deal with those young whippersnappers,"
Cartwright promised, his lips taut and thin.
     Miriam took her glass of punch and hurried to the side door.
God, what an old-fashioned, narrow-minded attitude the pair of
them had!  No wonder juvenile delinquency was as rampant as it
was, with such deplorable people as the Cartwrights in charge of
education.  She'd hate to have to turn in a child who'd committed
some silly little prank, for she could see that the punishment
would outstrip the crime.  No, if there were any problems tonight‹
‹she doubted that there would be‹‹she would try to find a way of
handling them herself.
     The auditorium gradually filled, the students filing in long
streams through the door beside Miriam before finding tables and
beginning to dance.  The time sped swiftly for the blonde,
curvaceous teacher, and soon she found herself enjoying the young
teenaged scene.  The band kept a heavy, throbbing beat which
seemed to infiltrate through her body, even though the five boys
of the band were playing with more enthusiasm than
professionalism.  The dancing was of the modern style in the
small, open clearing surrounded by the ring of tables, the couples
gyrating in arm-waving, leg-twisting abandonment.  She'd read
somewhere that this was the current form of ancient African Tribal
fertility rites; a type of make-believe, clothed sexual mating‹‹
and she could well believe it.  Just standing by the door and
tapping her foot in time to the music, she could feel a strange,
light-fingered pulsing begin deep between her own thighs as though
she were sexually responding to the heady, jungle-born rhythms.
     Along about nine-thirty, when the room was thronged with kids
she couldn't even remember the names of, Mark Trenton appeared at
the door with his two buddies, Joey Gore and Don Watson.  The
sight of the three of them, especially young Mark, seemed to bring
her back from her giddy enjoyment to grim reality with a sharp,
shuddering jolt of pain.
     "E-evening," Mark said in a low voice, turning his eyes away
from meeting hers.
     "Good evening, Mark," she replied calmly, even though his
sudden presence was causing unexpected flutterings to ripple
through her belly.  "Didn't you bring a date for tonight?"
     "Naw," Don Watson answered for the boy.  "Ain't no girls we
know pretty as you, Mizz Dodge."
     "That's for sure," Joey chimed in.  "You going to save us a
dance, maybe?"
     "I can't, she declined even though she loved to dance.  "I'm
supposed to be a chaperone here, not join in the fun."
     "Aw, sure you can," Joey persisted.  "All the teachers do.
Look, even old Marble-hea‹‹I mean, Mr. Cartwright is having a
fling."
     Miriam turned to glance at the dance-floor, and indeed, the
husky youth was right.  Harlow Cartwright was holding his wife
sedately at arm's length, attempting a jogging fox-trot to the
music.  She had a hard time stifling a giggle at the ludicrous
sight.  "Well, maybe later on then," she agreed.  "I'll see how
busy I am."
     "Right on," Watson said.  "I'll be looking forward to a
dance, too.  Come on, gang, I need some of that punch, first."
     Mark Trenton didn't say a word, only following the other boys
with his head hanging down sheepishly.  Miriam watched the three
of them disappear into the crowd, feeling a sigh of relief pass by
her lips.  God, poor young Mark must still be ashamed as she was
of their naked coupling on her bed last Sunday morning.  He was an
innocent, sensitive boy, and it was obvious that he hadn't been
able to bury what had happened in his mind and forget it any more
than she had.  Then, once more, the perverse memory of the lewd
intercourse she had committed with him filtered once again through
her head, reviving the tingling twitch between her thighs until
she was forced to squeeze them tightly together in an effort to
end the taunting sensations.
     She was still squirming in her standing position at the door
when Harlow Cartwright came up to her, his plump face reddened
with exertion, and a fine sheen of sweat dotting his forehead.
     "My, I see you haven't moved from your position, Mrs. Dodge,"
he said.  "Conscientiousness is the mark of success, I always
say."
     "Thank you, sir, I thought it best to stay here, since you
and your wife were inside," she said, wondering if the fat elder
principal ever talked in anything but cliches.  "I saw you dancing
earlier.  You made a distinguished couple, I must say."
     "We did?" Cartwright beamed, adjusting his glasses.  "Well,
all work and no play makes Harlow a dull boy, I always say," and
he chuckled at his bit of quaint humor.  "Haven't you been dancing
yet, a young woman like you?"
     "No, I haven't.  As I said, I thought I should‹‹"
     "Well," he interrupted, taking her arm, "we'll rectify that
right now, while Agnes is in the kitchen.  After all, everybody
who's coming here has come by now.  No sense you standing by the
door all night."
     Before Miriam could protest, the portly principal was pushing
her through the students to the polished dance-floor.  There she
followed him in a simple two-step, grateful that the band had
slipped into a slow number as a change of pace.  She was surprised
to find that despite his girth, the rotund man proved to be an
agile and smooth dancer, and they were able to keep together.  But
unlike he had with his wife, Harlow Cartwright attempted to press
his flabby bulk against her tightly, until she was certain that
she could actually feel a hardening bulge in the front of his
trousers pushing into her abdomen.
     "Please," she said, endeavoring to loosen his hold upon her.
     "What's the matter?  Don't you like my dancing?" he grinned
at her, and continued to clutch her to him.
     "No, no it's not that," Miriam replied weakly, afraid of
offending her employer.  "It's just that it's awfully warm in
here." She was certain that she could feel his penis begin to
throb against her lower stomach, and she struggled to back away
from the frighteningly obscene pressure which rubbed sensuously
against her thinly covering dress.
     "Please, Mr. Cartwright, we have to set an example for the
students.  They're looking at us ..."
     "Nonsense," he scoffed, his breathing growing heavy as the
pulsating of his now obviously rock-hard shaft beat hotly into the
soft flesh of her belly.  "What do they know?"
     Miriam was about to risk offending him and insist he let her
go, when young Joey Gore approached and tapped her obnoxious
partner on the shoulder.
     "Yes?" the aroused little principal asked him curtly.
     "Begging your pardon, Mr. Cartwright," the wiry, thin-faced
youth said.  "Your wife sent me to look for you.  She wants you in
the kitchen."
     "Oh, she does, does she?"
     "Yes, sir.  She said to come immediately."
     Cartwright glowered as he reluctantly removed his arm from
around Miriam's waist.
     "Don't ever get married, young man, or you'll be bullied for
the rest of your life." And with a grunt, he turned and angrily
walked away.
     Joey Gore stepped in to take his place, holding Miriam in
loose but firm confidence.  "Figured you needed some help," he
said, looking into her face.  "So I went and told his wife on
him."
     "I'm glad you did," she replied, feeling a little confused by
this odd turn of events.  She could smell the odor of beer on his
breath, and added; "But Joey, you shouldn't be drinking, you
know."
     "Sorry, Ma'am," he said, his face sobering quickly.  "I just
had a small one before coming here, that's all.  Say, speaking of
that, you look hot and thirsty.  How about a glass of punch?"
     "I would like some, at that," Miriam agreed.  They stopped
dancing as the band changed into a wildly jumping number, and Joey
led her to where Don Watson and Mark Trenton were sitting at one
of the small tables toward the back.  As if he'd expected her to
come, Joey handed her an already filled glass.
     "Here you are, Mrs. Dodge.  Don brought one too many back
with him, so you might as well have it."
     "Why, thank you," she replied, taking the glass and lifting
it to her lips.  She was thirsty, and the punch was very
delicious.  There seemed to be an odd flavor to this glass that
hadn't been in her other one, but she dismissed it as being simply
part of another batch made after hers.
     "How about me having a dance now, Mrs. Dodge?" Don asked.
     "Well, the music is awfully fast, and I've never learned how
to dance the way you youngsters do."
     "Heck, nothing to it.  You just go out there and do your
thing.  That's what we all do.  Nobody knows any particular steps.
Come on, drink up and we'll give it a try, what do you say?"
     "All right," Miriam said, smiling.  "Why not?"
     So she danced with him, and afterwards she danced with Joey
again.  Then came a succession of eager young boys, all wanting to
have a chance of dancing with their English teacher.  She found to
her utter enchantment that when she did as Donald suggested and
let herself go with the music, her natural instincts seemed to
over-ride any hesitation she had from not knowing the proper
steps, and soon she could dance with the best of the youths.  She
was having fun, more fun than she could remember since her own
school days, and she jerked and undulated to the beat until her
face was flushed and her head swam dizzily.  And in-between times,
she gulped the refreshing punch that the two lewdly plotting boys
had spiked.  She drank it in quantity, never occurring to her that
the drink had achieved its additional tang because they had added
potent liquor.
     Eventually it took its toll, however, and Miriam suddenly
began to feel dizzy and in need of fresh air.  She excused herself
from the boy she'd been with at the moment and staggered slightly
as she headed for the entrance door.  There she stood for a long
moment, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and drawing in
deep breaths of the cool, pine-scented night air.  God, she was
acting as if she was drunk!  What a fine way to behave!  What
would Mr. Cartwright say if he saw her the way she was right now?
     "There you are," she heard a high-pitched voice behind her,
and she turned to stare at Agnes Cartwright, who was framed in the
cafeteria's dim light.  "I was wondering where you'd wandered off
to, after dancing the way you'd been."
     Somehow the wife of the principal had made it sound as though
she might have wandered away with one of the students.  Miriam
couldn't help blushing in spontaneous embarrassment.  "I ... I
only thought I should mix with the children, Mrs. Cartwright," she
said in an effort to defend herself.  "The way you and Mr.
Cartwright were doing earlier."
     "We were dancing proper," the older woman sniffed haughtily.
"But, like everything else, dancing's degenerated into evil ways."
     "It's different, I'll say that," Miriam said.  "But when I
was in school, we used to do the Lindy and the Jitterbug, and now
the couples don't even hold each other."
     "Really," Agnes Cartwright said through her nose, lifting it
parrot-like an inch or so.  "My upbringing was God-fearing and
decent.  We never indulged in such fancy carrying-on in my
circle."
     Miriam compressed her lips in tight little rings of lipstick,
angered by the holier-than-thou attitude and prudish contempt she
felt she was being subjected to.  The liquor in her made her want
to say all sorts of things, but she knew that one wrong word could
lead to a scene that would mean her dismissal.  "Mrs. Cartwright,"
she began in arched, virtuous defense of her actions.  "I hardly
see‹‹"
     "That is obvious," the other woman snapped waspishly.  "And a
good-night to you, Mrs. Dodge." And with that, Agnes Cartwright
turned on her heel and was gone, swallowed up by the dense crowd
of students in the auditorium.
     The now hotly incensed teacher could feel frustrated anger
and resentment boiling through her like a well-stoked furnace.
Who did that old biddy think she was?  She had no right to
insinuate she was acting immoral, no right at all!  Why she had a
good mind to go in there and tell that bitch where to get off
anyway, and to hell with the consequences.  She could certainly
understand why Harlow Cartwright was interested in other women,
after having to live with a wife like her for so long.
     But the sudden thought of how he'd danced with her made
Miriam mentally feel the impression of his long, hot penis jammed
against her, and she shuddered at the thought of it again.  It was
obvious that she would have to be on guard every minute she stayed
at this horrid school, not only against her own impulses, but
against Cartwright's as well.  As soon as she had enough money
saved up, she would find another teaching position and leave
Logansville immediately ...
     Mark Trenton interrupted her unpleasant stream of thoughts by
charging out of the auditorium.  Breathlessly, he shouted to her;
"There you are, Mrs. Dodge!  I've been looking all over for you!"
     "Mark!  What ever is the matter with you?"
     "Not with me!  With Don!"
     "Don?  Donald Watson?"  She tried to get her wits together,
her head still swimming from the alcohol-drugged punch.  "What ...
What's happened to him?"
     "We were ... we were fooling around up in the gym, and he
hurt himself!"
     "Heavens!  We better get Mr. Cartwright!" she said, aware of
her own numbed inadequacy.  "I don't think that I‹‹"
     "But you have to, Mrs. Dodge!  Don't get Mr. Cartwright!
Please don't get him!  We weren't supposed to be up there!"
     Miriam paused, thinking of the terrible opinion the older
principal had of his pupils, and of the way his wife had just
snubbed her.  "All right," she said suddenly.  "Where is Don, did
you say?"
     "Up in the gym, Ma'am!  Come on!" Mark grabbed her arm,
propelling her around the side of the building toward another,
dark and unused entrance.  "I'll show you the way!"
     As they hurried, Miriam worked desperately to sober herself
through mental concentration, but the results were not very good.
She still had no idea why she was feeling as though she had been
drinking, and the answers from Mark when she asked what had
happened were evasive and only served to confuse her further.
Something was terribly wrong with this whole picture, but in her
liquor-dulled mind, she couldn't figure out quite what it was ...
     She followed the young boy, stumbling up the almost
pitch-black stairs and across to the gymnasium on the first floor.
"How ... how much further?" she panted, her breathing beginning to
tighten across her chest.
     "Just on the other side of the gym, Mrs. Dodge.  In the
storage room where the tumbling mats are kept."
     "Goodness, what on earth were you three boys doing there
...?"
     They came to the small closet-like room where all the
athletic equipment was kept, and Mark threw open the door.  "In
there!" He gestured into the sweat-smelling, stiflingly cramped
enclosure.  Miriam could see the oafish Joey Gore standing beneath
the room's single, exposed light, while at his feet was the
moaning, prostrate form of Don Watson.  My God, he needed a
doctor, not a floundering, confused English teacher!  Quickly she
rushed to the "injured" boy, dropping to her knees beside him.
     "What's the matter, Donald?" she asked anxiously, glancing
along his body as he lay there looking up at her.
     "It's m'leg, I think," he groaned, rolling his head.
     Gently, she felt along the upper portion of his leg where she
thought he had indicated.  "Does it hurt when I touch it?" she
questioned.
     "No, not there ..." he shook his head, a slow, wicked smirk
stretching the corners of his mouth.  "You've got hold of the
wrong leg, teacher ... It's this one!"
     Abruptly, he reached down with both hands and pulled down the
front of his already unzipped pants.  Miriam gasped in surprised
shock as she saw his hardened, stubby young penis leap out, its
smallish, blunt head throbbing as though it were staring up at her
with one tiny slitted eye.
     Again she gasped, falling back upon her haunches as she
stared in disbelief at the sight of him lying there, suddenly
grinning lewdly and exposing his rigid young genitals up at her.
     "What ... what's the meaning of this outrage?" she demanded,
snapping her eyes angrily from the taunting exhibition to the
smirking face of Joey Gore standing over her.
     "Why, Mrs. Dodge, Don's only trying to show you where he
hurts," Joey said with mock seriousness.  "Seems every time he
sees you, he gets this pain in his cock, and‹‹"
     "Joey Gore!" Miriam exclaimed, her startled face burning with
the livid red of her fury.  "How dare you talk like that to me!"
She stumbled to her feet, her body trembling with rage.  "Mr.
Cartwright's going to have a complete report of this, and so will
your father.  And Mark, I'm surprised that you would be part of
this awful, awful‹‹"
     "Shut up," Gore suddenly snarled.  He took a step toward her
and caught her by the wrist, jerking her toward one of the thin,
stained tumbling mattresses which lined the floor.  He flung her
down on it, snapping, "Don, lock the door so teacher can't get
out!"
     Miriam stumbled to one knee from the violence of his sudden,
unexpected shoving.  Her head spun with the force of his whip-like
jerk, and she could only look up with dazed, terrified, eyes, her
shock of the moment before giving way to the first stages of
panic.  She heard the storage room being locked with the hollow
finality of a dungeon cell door, and she horrifyingly realized
that she had virtually no chance of escape.  The boys, young as
they were could together easily overpower her even if she managed
to unlock the door, and in this dark deserted corner of the school
building, nobody would hear her muffled shouts for help.  God, how
right she'd been that something was wrong about Mark's urgent
request!  She'd been a fool, leading herself straight into a trap!
     "But‹‹Why?" she heard herself ask feebly.  "Why are you doing
this to me?"
     "Well, you're a fine English teacher, Mrs. Dodge," Gore said,
the handsome youth's lips peeled back sharply from his teeth.
"But Mark says you're good at another more basic subject, so we
thought we'd like to see just what you know."
     "Mark!  You ... you didn't tell them!" she gasped.
     "Yeah," the boy said, chagrined at first.  "I'm sorry, Mrs.
Dodge.  It sort of slipped out."  But in spite of his obvious
shame for what he'd done, Miriam could see that there was a gleam
of hungry arousal in Mark's dark young eyes, and a small,
unhidable grin of licentiousness around his mouth.
     Dear God, he was as much an animal as Joey or Don Watson!
And then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the cause of
his change from a once innocent child.  She'd perverted him for
her own desires last Sunday, and had taught him lust for lust's
own sake without the tempering of mercy or compassion.  She had
nobody to blame except herself, and now she was reaping the
rewards of her salacious lessons by an obscene three-fold
vengeance!
     Miriam heard the boys' laughing grunts, and a helpless
sinking sensation gripped her insides as she speechlessly watched
them strip themselves of their clothing before her.  Her eyes
remained fixed upon their naked youthfulness, her mind blanking
from sensible reasoning as she stared at their virile passion-
erect penises jutting lewdly out from their firm, hairless young
abdomens.
     "Don't ... Please don't hurt me," she whimpered cringingly.
     "I made them promise they wouldn't, Mrs. Dodge," Mark said
reassuringly.  "We just want a little fun with you, like I had.
And Jesus, you sure seemed to like it then."
     "That's right, teacher," Joey Gore added in a soothing voice.
He moved toward her, lowering himself down to the mat to sit
beside her.  "You be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you.  I mean
... like this!"
     Before Miriam knew what was happening to her, he was jerking
her against his muscular, developing body, drawing his thick, long
cock into the softness of her flesh as he crushed her tightly to
him.  Miriam wanted to fight, to scratch and tear herself free ...
But too suddenly for her to react against, he was kissing her,
working his wet, pink tongue deep into her mouth while his friend
Don laughed excitedly from above them.
     No ... Oh God, no!  But the feel of his youthful rigid penis
furrowing into the quivering flatness of her belly sent cruel
shock-waves surging through her body.  She sensed his one free
hand smoothing around the back of her tight, thin dress and down
over her buttocks, the other hand clutching her waist tighter
against his throbbing, naked hardness.  Finally, he lifted his
mouth from hers and grinned lewdly down into her panic-stricken
face.
     "Now, that's more like it, Mrs. Dodge.  But I can see that
since you're the only girl we invited here, you're sort of
uptight, right?  We got just the thing for that.  Don, get our
pretty teacher here a beer."
     "Pl ... please, Joey, don't do this to me.  I beg of you ..."
     "Why, Ma'am, you're getting yourself all upset over nothing,"
he said to pacify her.  "We just figure since you like Mark
fucking you, you should have your chance to get your fill of boys.
Have you ever thought how nice it would be to have three cocks
gang-banging you all at one time?"
     Don Watson thrust an open can of beer at her.  At first she
refused to take it, and Joey grabbed it and shoved it viciously at
her face.
     "Please, I don't want ..."
     "Drink it," he snarled, his smile leaving him as abruptly as
it had come.  "Drink it, or we'll force it down your throat!"
     Miriam felt her flesh crawl at his threat and again she
sought for pleading words that might reach him.  But she could
tell it was hopeless, and that she was in the hands of a savage
young brute, dull-witted and drunk.  Trembling, she took the can
from him and swallowed several deep mouthfuls of the warm, sudsy
alcohol.  There was a heavy whiskey taste to it and she could tell
it had been strangely spiked to make her even drunker than she
already was.
     "That's more like it," he grinned once more, and his hand
reached out to gently stroke her body beneath the dress.  His
long, thick fingers traveled softly, pinching and teasing at all
the most sensitive areas he could find.  "Go on, drink some more
..."
     Miriam did, feeling as though she was in some kind of
terrible dream and would soon wake up safe and sound in her own
bed.
     She pleadingly looked up at Mark Trenton and then cringed
beneath the self-confident smile on his handsome face.  It seemed
impossible that the boy she'd so ardently loved last week could be
a part of such a filthy degrading rape‹‹yet it was true.  Worse,
she was beginning to wonder if this was going to actually turn out
to be a rape.  She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the
stiff boyish penises that jutted out from the loins of the other
two young boys.  Somewhere deep in her mind, she wondered if they
would feel better inside her than Mark's slender young hardness
had.  Ashamed at her own weakness, she drank the last of the
whiskey spiked beer and unwillingly accepted another can ...
     "Let's get her goddamned clothes off," Mark suddenly yelled
out.  "Jesus, I want to fuck Mrs. Dodge again!"
     "That's the spunk, kid," Joey urged.  "But I get to fuck her
first this time!"
     "Me, I wanna fuck her in the mouth," she heard Don Watson
snicker excitedly.  "Just look at them lipstick covered lips!
Shit, I can feel them already around my prick, sucking like hell!"
     As Miriam listened to the obscene conversation being spewed
all around her, she tried to speak, but found that her words were
stuck tight in her throat.  She could barely breathe, she was so
paralyzed with dread.  A numbing sense of helplessness had
overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness that was being
directed at her from the leering young teenage boys circling
around the mat.  Yet as Joey Gore began to touch the top button of
her dress, she suddenly struggled insanely against the boy.  She
somehow broke free and leaped to her feet, her drunken mind
reacting in one last desperate bid for escape.  "Let me out!" she
screamed as loudly as she could.  "Help!  Oh God, please somebody
help me!"
     She lunged for the locked door, but they caught her easily,
and two of them held her pinned back down to the smelly, soiled
mat as the third began unbuttoning her dress.

From grobert@soho.ios.com Thu Feb 27 18:43:10 1997
     "Don't rip her clothes," Joey warned.  "Remember, she'd doing
this of her own free will ... right boys?"
     Miriam sprawled helplessly on her back as her dress was
slowly removed from her cringing flesh ... her brassiere was
unsnapped roughly by a hand worming its way beneath her back ...
and then her thin white panties were rolled slowly down from
around the fullness of her buttocks and slipped off of her legs
... God, she was now as totally naked as they were!
     Huddling, she watched in frozen horror as the boys moved in
on her, their lust-contorted faces twisted with their animalistic
desires.  She could barely breathe the stuffy, unclean air of the
storage room, and what she could inhale was pungent with the
erotic scent of their virile young genitals.  Don Watson slipped
his hands down over her breasts, cupping and squeezing their firm
roundnesses while his stiff, erect penis pressed along the smooth,
tanned sides of her body.  Joey Gore was on his knees in front of
her, his big hands running obscenely down over her belly and
thighs, while he crowded in as close as he could to rub his
swollen hardness up against the nakedness of her satiny smooth
hips.
     "No ... no, it can't be ... God no ..." she mewled fearfully
over and over.  She was helplessly locked in a cell-like room, to
be plundered in their drunken, uncontrolled fury!  Suddenly, her
moans turned to sharp gasps as she sucked in a savage breath of
air.  Don Watson had closed his mouth over one involuntarily
swelling nipple, biting it teasingly while his lips sucked
hungrily at the white, throbbing flesh of her uplifting breasts!
Weird, masochistic sensations began to seep through her body
against her will as the boys continued to fondle her naked,
exposed body.  Her alcohol-dimmed mind was unable to cope with the
tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to swirl up
from deep within her defenseless loins.  Shamefully, she had to
admit to being unable to stop the rising excitement their youthful
hands and lips upon her were triggering.  Dear God!  She must
fight it with all of her strength!  She must not succumb as she
had last Sunday to the depraved temptation of sweet young flesh!
     She whimpered under their brutal assault, her head still
raised as she gaped around the room at the tender, hardened
penises thrusting lewdly from the crouching young boys.  God, any
one of them would have been enough to set her wild and that would
have been terrible enough ... But here and now there were three of
them, three delicious naked boys, not just one!  She mustn't let
them win!  She mustn't!
     As a last resort, she gazed again at young Mark Trenton, her
tear-filled eyes pleading desperately for his mercy.  But the boy
was too caught up in his own frantic lust to pay her any
attention, stretching her legs apart so he could see all of the
soft, blonde-haired lips of her defenselessly waiting pussy.  With
a tiny groan of utter despair, the tormented woman let her head
fall back against the dirty mattress.  There was no hope at all
for her, there was nothing she could do to save herself, no way to
escape at all.  She was physically outnumbered and trapped by her
own guilt in first seducing young Mark last Sunday morning.  She
could only lay in unwilling passiveness as she felt the eager
boy's fingers begin to move as they had before, caressing and
kneading the moist pink flesh of her wide-splayed vaginal slit.
The avidly excited Joey slid down to where Mark Trenton was
teasingly fondling the soft blonde-curled mound before him.
"Christ, look at that hot little pussy, will you?" he croaked in
his high-pitched voice.
     "Yeah, this is what I was telling you guys," Mark whispered
excitedly.  "This is just like she was with me before!  Then she
wanted me to put my finger in her hole and finger-fuck it up and
down inside her like it was a prick!"
     "Shit no, kid," Joey groaned.  "With a snatch that sweet, you
gotta lick it.  Move over and I'll show you how."
     "Right on, man!" Don Watson prompted as he took Miriam's arm
and put it around his neck for a cushion.  "I'm sucking her tits,
but if you don't go down on her, I'll be glad to lick her pussy
instead!"
     Miriam groaned in new-found shame, her heart pounding wildly
in her chest as she felt Mark moving away and Joey taking his
place between her legs.  He dropped excitedly to his haunches
between her open thighs and then to his belly, his face hovering
only inches above her loins.  "Ohhh, I'm going to stick my tongue
so far up her hot little hole, she'll be able to taste it up in
her mouth!" he panted lewdly, and then he grabbed her widened
thighs and pulled her hips down closer to him on the mat.  The
fearfully quivering woman moaned softly in a daze of horror and
humiliation as her body slid unresistingly toward him, her legs
collapsing outward in obscene angles on either side of his naked
slim body.  Above her she could see through her alcohol dimmed
eyes the other two boys staring hungrily down at the sight of her
velvet soft skin, curving in from her thighs to form the soft,
blonde curls of her pink-hued cunt.  With his thumbs placed firmly
on the softly trembling vaginal lips, Mark began a slow,
tormenting outward pressure to peel them slowly apart until the
thin, vertical little mouth of her moist, tender pussy below was
cringingly exposed to the gazes of the other boys.  They all
stared greedily at her defenseless vagina, for a thrilling moment,
until with a low animal-like groan of desire, Mark Trenton dropped
his head and buried the full length of his long, slippery tongue
deeply into the warm, throbbing walls of Miriam's open cunt.
     "Ahhh!" she jerked, feeling his moist young lips closing
hotly over the soft, wet furrow.  A convulsive spasm of delight
spiraled up the length of her spine as she felt his searching
tongue spread her blonde curling pubic hairs and lace snake-like
into the naked tight slit of her cuntal mound.  She ground her
buttocks down hard against the mat, endeavoring to escape the
teasing, youthful attack, a whimpering moan of defeat bubbling
from deep within her chest.  But the slaving boy seemed to know
unerringly what to do, and his head burrowed further up between
her open thighs, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft
flesh of her belly.  He spread the woman's fleshy cunt lips wider
with his fingers, and with a maddening liquid suck of the lips,
drew the tiny pink bud of her throbbing clitoris wetly into his
hot moist mouth.  He nibbled it with the sharp tips of his teeth,
feeling it jerking back to life from the softness that her earlier
fear had brought.
     Miriam clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools
of sensation that were beginning to shoot through her quivering
loins against her will.  She fought with all her inner strength
against the betrayal of her body again, but the young boy's tongue
continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of
her sex, until she could only groan uncontrollably His hot probing
tip worked its way up and down the length of her narrow wet slit,
starting at the lower curve of her belly and pressured its way
down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and
into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, where it stopped
momentarily to do a wet probing homage to her tight, pinkly
throbbing anus.  Her hips ground involuntarily into the rustling
mat, soft mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully from between
her passion-clenched teeth.  Her loins jerked forward of their own
desire, burying his flicking tongue to its roots.  Fire rapidly
replaced fear and everything else ... until to Miriam nothing
existed for except her flame-seared cunt.
     She was that cunt!  Oh God, she was that cunt!
     Her entire body was flowering into a great open cavern that
had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot young
flesh.  Nothing else mattered now‹‹not fear, not principles, not
humiliation; just the crawling reality of the flicking tongue that
had crawled in between the hot steaming vaginal furrow down
between her wide held thighs.
     "Ohhhh, ohhhh, yess, suck my cunt like that!  Suck it hard,
my little darling!  Ahhhhh!" she squealed, splaying her legs wider
and wider to give young Joey greater access.
     The lust-incited boy could stand it no longer.  "Give me
room, guys!  I'm going to fuck Mrs. Dodge now!"  He began to trace
tiny round wet circles up over her body, moving forward over her
flesh, licking at her navel and breasts and cheeks, his hot moist
saliva soaking her skin.  She rotated her passion-twisted face
around, searching with her open mouth for his tender young lips.
She found them and sucked his tongue deep into her throat with a
low animal groan.  His saliva flowed into her in unimpeded
torrents, and she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.
     Her loins ground frantically up off the mat below, searching
with her hot gaping pussy for his hard virile penis that was going
to rip deliciously into her hungry belly.  The passion-aroused
boys gathered around the mat gasped as Joey's throbbing cock-head
found her excitedly pulsating pussy opening.  They watched with
grinning, eager faces as it jostled for a moment against her pink
ragged edges of flesh, insinuating itself gently between her
moistly parted cuntal lips.  Then, with a flick of his hips, the
grinning adolescent forced his blood-filled tip brutally into the
throbbing opening of her hair-lined cunt, stretching her resisting
rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
     Miriam threw her head wildly to the side and sighed
delightedly.  "Aaaahhhhggggg!"
     His hardened penis sunk a delicious inch, the struggling
woman trying desperately to jerk her hips up and absorb more of
the punishing impalement up inside her wildly aroused belly.  Joey
Gore levered up on his hands in the push-up position.  He flicked
again, his grin widening, and his relentless hardness slid inside
another searing inch.
     "Mmmmmm!"
     Another taunting inch‹‹-
     "Uhhhhhh!"
     Hot panting breaths coursed over her naked sweating body as
the other two boys crowded in closer.  Their youthful features
hung within inches of her straining nudity, watching hypnotically
as their writhing English teacher was being fucked and skewered
like a fresh young virgin by their teenage buddy.  Miriam was
dimly aware of the leering boys kneading hotly at her breasts,
their fingers and hands teasing over every part of her flesh until
it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling animals.
The storage room had become to her like a giant octopus with
thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to crush
her into helplessness.
     "Ohhh ... Oh, Godddd, ohhhhh ..." she moaned hysterically,
tears gushing from her open but unseeing eyes.
     Her sobbing, struggling response only incited the immature
excitement of young Joey Gore, and he lunged down upon her,
thrusting his virile young penis deep into her tight resisting
passage.  Miriam jerked convulsively as the slender pulsing cock
raced into her belly, pushing great ripples of pink soft flesh in
rolling waves before it.  It was an uncontrollable monster
crawling around inside her, filling her every crevice and pushing
her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breathe or
move.  It felt to her as if it was coming out of her throat,
curling around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away,
ripping her soul from her body and devouring her in great fires of
depraved sensuality.
     "Ahhhhh!" her lips breathed in welcome relief.
     Joey flexed his imbedded cock-head, bringing a deep mewl from
her lips, her teeth reclenching.  He flexed again‹‹another moan‹‹a
lesser moan, as her now hotly clasping cuntal passage grew
accustomed to the young boy's shaft.  Then he began a slow
revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his virile cock tightly
into her naked loins, expanding the still cringing walls of her
vagina until she wanted to beg for more.  Dear God, he was
torturing her beyond endurance!
     "Fuck me, Joey ... Ohhhh, for God's sake stop teasing me and
fuck!" She moaned in rapturous craving.  "Ohhh, fuck me hard, you
little bastard!"
     The other two boys unbelieving eyes leered lustfully within
inches of the buried boyish prick, amazed at how the tight moist
little hole they had seen before was capable of swallowing so much
hardened flesh.  From both sides of the mat hands rubbed lewdly
over the moon-shaped cheeks of her deeply impaled buttocks,
fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy hair-covered lips
surrounding it.  Don's fingertip curled under Joey's dangling
testicles to probe at her tiny puckered anus, flicking tauntingly
at it like another tongue.  Miriam winced as it suddenly popped
through the tight surrounding ring and dug deeply at the soft
rubbery flesh inside.  He moved around, expanding the tiny tight
hole until the palm of his intruding hand lay flat against her
asscheeks, the whole young finger sunk safely inside her wetly
throbbing rectum.
     Now Joey Gore began a searing fucking motion in and out of
Miriam's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly
from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her sensation-filled
body back hard against the mattress.  Donald Watson's finger
imbedded in her hungrily clasping anus joined the slowly pistoning
cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought moans of pain and
pleasure gasping from her bubbling mouth in time to their
simultaneous tempo.
     The pain in her rectum was beginning to ease and a weird
sensation of fulfillment slowly tingled through her helpless body.
Her hips began an involuntary gyration in masochistic concert with
the.  increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her.
     "Oohhh yes, yesss, fuck me!  Oh, you beautiful little boys,
fuck me like thissss!" she crooned, squirming her body lewdly
around among the myriad of hands and fingers that crawled
relentlessly over her tingling flesh.  God, she was their
prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the delicious ravaging of her
cunt and asshole!
     "Ohhh, don't stop, boys!  Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she
groaned into the smelly stale air, gyrating her upturned buttocks
faster and faster, trying to keep up with the glistening boy's
penis and the other's drubbing finger.  She sensed her body start
to spiral toward her climax, and felt Joey's prick fucking into
her seething cunt begin to throb and inflate.  She felt her thighs
being pushed wider apart as the teenager shoved his cock as deep
as it would go inside her belly, and she knew he was ready to cum
that instant.
     "No!  No, not yet!  Wait!" she chanted in desperation, but it
was too late.  The young boy's eyes rolled around helplessly in
his head and his tight round testicles began to jerk wildly and
spew out his hot white semen deep into her voraciously contracting
womb.  She ground her naked loins up tightly against his pelvis to
stop the flow for a moment, but her very eagerness defeated her
desperate purpose.  The tightly nibbling clasp of her pussy milked
it clean, the last drop of his hot load spurting deep inside her
dilated vagina.
     The boy rolled useless and drained from her still squirming
flesh, helped by the hands of his eager friends clawing to take
his place.  A thin string of white sticky fluid trailed from his
cock over her leg to the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion.
"Christ, Mrs. Dodge's the wildest fuck in town!  She's gone clean
out of her mind," she could dimly hear through the muffled
confusion of her mind.
     Then: "Me!  God damn it to hell, it's my turn!  I'll cum all
over the mat if I don't get in her now!"
     Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the familiar
thrust of young Mark Trenton who was hurriedly replacing his
friend between her wide-spread legs.  He rammed into her like a
jackhammer, needing no foreplay to excite him, the obscene
spectacle alone having been enough.
     Together he and Miriam surged hotly for the climax she had
been so cruelly deprived of when Joey Gore had deserted her.  Then
... her orgasm hit suddenly like an angry fist in the stomach as
youthful Mark's penis uncontrollably spewed out his burning
fourteen year old seed deep into her hungrily absorbing belly.
Great waves of overwhelming joy coursed through her desperately
writhing body, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like
burning twigs in a bonfire.  She wallowed lewdly around in her
maniacal arousal, punishing and debasing herself as her own cum
gushed hotly from between her legs and soaked the mattress between
her wildly grinding buttocks.  "AAHHH!  OHH GOD!  FILL ME, BABY,
FILL MEEEEE!  OHHH!"
     Donald Watson grinned to himself.  Now it was his turn, now
after his two young friends had exhausted themselves.  Hell, he'd
show them all how a man could satisfy a woman‹‹after all, the
teacher was still screaming for more, wasn't she?
     "Turn over, Mrs. Dodge," he commanded.  "I'm gonna fuck you
dog-style."
     Miriam, all will to resist anything they wanted to do to her
gone, rolled her battered body over in the slippery wetness of
their cum, and rested heavily on her stomach.
     "Now kneel," the boy demanded to the half-conscious woman.
He grabbed her impatiently at the hips and helped her to her
knees.  She rested panting for a moment on all-fours, her buttocks
high in the air and her face pushed hard against the mat.  Her
eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was
enduring.
     Miriam felt fevered young hands on her hips as Donald knelt
between her open thighs.  She waved the wide stretched moons of
her buttocks lewdly at him, feeling the blunt end of his penis
pressing into the now wetly flooded crevice in her loins.  With a
grunt he shoved cruelly forward, causing her to jerk forward in
surprise at the sudden lunge.
     "Shit, I'm hard again already!" she dizzily heard Joey Gore
exclaim.  "Damn it to hell, I'm going to join in!" She felt him
move onto the mattress in front of her, and then his hands as they
lifted her head up to face him.  His erect boyish cock rammed
without warning between Miriam's gaping lips, his hands holding
her face vice-like between them so she could not pull away.  He
ground his young penis forward into her mouth, forcing Miriam to
gag as he rammed it half-way down her throat, the full length
disappearing into her roundly ovalled lips almost to the hilt.
His testicles slapped harshly down against her chin, the soft fuzz
covering them tickling her like a light airy feather.
     Oh God, she groaned.  They were buffeting her back and forth
like a child's toy between them, using her helpless body as a
great receptacle into which they would pump their burning young
sperm.  God, how could this be happening to her?  But then, the
very helplessness of her position flickered erotically through her
mind.  The mental picture of her body being fucked between two
hotly excited boys at the same time incited the hunger in her
belly to begin raging out of control again.  She started to
undulate her buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, squeezing
with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy cock boring into her,
wanting passionately to wallow in fresh young cum again.  She
wanted to milk his youthful prick dry, to fill her belly once more
until all of his hot white liquid ran down her already thickly
covered thighs.  She sucked voraciously at the penis in her mouth,
her cheeks hollowing and filling with Joey's boyish thrusts.  Her
tongue licked wildly at his blood-filled cock-head, the tip
probing hotly into the small gland on its end.  She wanted it to
shoot in her mouth.  She wanted to swallow his young sperm and
feel it running down her throat until her stomach was as filled as
her cunt.  She wanted it to run through every pore of her body in
unending torrents of joy.
     Her wish came true a moment later.
     Simultaneously with the rising tide of her second building
orgasm, she felt the young cock fucking into her from behind
inflate and begin to spew its white seething load deep up her
clasping cunt.  It ricocheted wildly around inside and then gushed
back out hotly from the hair-covered lips onto the mattress below.
Don's testicles pressed tightly against her exposed clitoris,
causing her body to jump spasmodically forward, burying Joey's
virile young prick all the way up in her madly sucking mouth.
Then, it too exploded, flooding her throat with his pungent
youthful fluid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from
choking on the huge torrent that spurted without stopping deep
into her eagerly accepting mouth.  She swallowed in hungry crazed
gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the
ejaculating flesh, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious
young seed.  Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as
the boy collapsed in front of her, his deflating slender penis
slipping lifelessly from her still, unconsciously sucking mouth.
     Miriam screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks back hard
against the squirting cock in her cunt, and with a scream from
between her tightly clenched teeth, she felt her own body explode
into what seemed like a thousand tiny pieces.  Her legs could no
longer hold her up, and she collapsed on the mat as the penis slid
limply from her semen and orgasm drenched pussy, the room's fetid
air rushing warmly into the unplugged opening.
     "Jesus, now I wanna fuck'er again ...!" young Mark Trenton
gasped, and time after that became a meaningless blur, a constant
merging of virile boy's cocks fucking her as they would and where
they would.  Her body reacted with orgasm after orgasm, even after
her strength was gone and she could only follow their directions
mechanically.
     "Get those legs up!  Move that ass, teacher!  Suck me harder,
Mrs. Dodge!"
     She felt as though she was nothing more than a fleshy robot
for their use, weakly moving her limbs to comply with their lewd
commands.  Finally, many long hours later, they dressed, Joey
unlocked the storage-room door and the three boys left her where
she lay.  Miriam was too worn out to move, and she fell into an
exhausted sleep on the soiled, stained mattress that would forever
be her bed of shame and surrender to the lowest depths of desire
of the flesh.



                            Chapter 5

     Roger Trenton was not a drinking man per se.  A martini
before dinner or a bottle of wine during the meal, but not both‹‹
otherwise, he was apt to lose too much control over his reasoning
and will-power.  As he thought in self-torture, he had last
Saturday with Miriam on the picnic ... But here it was Saturday
again, and he was sitting at two o'clock in the afternoon with his
third brandy-and-soda in his hand, and feeling quite drunk ...
     The sadly contemplative biology instructor had been maudlin
all week, plagued with feelings of doubt and guilt over what had
taken place up in the hills with the English teacher from school.
Damn!  He was such a fool!  He'd wanted her almost from the first
time they'd met, his loins firing with sexual need every moment
they were together.  With an experienced man's instinct for such
things, he felt she was as attracted to him as he was to her; and
more, she was as sensual as she was provocative.  Considering what
he thought she was like, he couldn't blame her for reacting like a
feline in heat to him‹‹but neither could he be angered over her
sudden switch back to modesty.  Who could respect a woman
otherwise?  Christ, she was a voluptuous, curvaceous female; but
so was a whore.  He wanted a woman who was sensitive to affection
and discerning in her choice of men, as well as being beautiful to
look at.
     Roger sighed, scratching the head of his large German
Shepherd dog beside him before taking another deep swallow of his
drink.  Christ, if his blatant pressuring hadn't shocked Miriam
enough, his impulsive proposal for marriage must have really
jolted her.  Hell, it had jolted him!  What had ever possessed him
to ask such a thing?  Did he love the blonde-haired English
teacher, or was it merely a bad case of the "hots" for her?  Well,
until he'd made love to her he wouldn't know if he was in love
with her ...
     He smiled thinly at the idea.  He'd had all sorts of dirty
dreams lately about fucking Miriam half to death, but he could see
plainly that he wouldn't get another chance to score with her soon
the way things were going.  He'd sat down with one brandy-and-soda
in an effort to calm his misgivings about seeing her again.  He'd
had no thought in mind about getting drunk, but as he'd mulled
over the way Miriam had obviously avoided him all week, he had
allowed the one drink to flow into a second, and then into this
third.  It was past two o'clock in the afternoon already; he was
late for his date with her; and at the rate he was swallowing the
brandy, he might not get there at all.
     Last Saturday, she'd told him not to apologize any more, but
he knew that she was still upset and troubled, and he figured it
had to be over his stupid actions then.  A half-dozen times during
the school week he had set out for her office after one of his
classes to say once again that he was sorry, but something of
pride always seemed to stop him halfway there.  What bothered him
were her so-called "reasons" she'd refused to give, and all her
crap that they did not concern him.  Horsepucky!  If her reasons,
whatever they were, were stronger than her affection, then she was
obviously not that interested in him.  Why the hell should he be
crawling around on his knees?  She wanted to keep their
relationship at a distance, then damn it, he would treat her as an
object, not as a woman whose feelings must be considered!
     "Right, Buck?" he said to his German Shepherd.  "You don't
give a damn if the bitch is a collie or a husky, so long's you can
climb on her and stick it in her hole, right?"
     The dog barked as if he understood, and wagged his tail
thumpingly against the floor.
     "But Miriam is a human being, I'm afraid," Roger Trenton
sighed regretfully.  He sank back in his chair with his drink
pressed to his lips.  Sure, he could get as righteous as he wanted
to, but he knew deep down he was only kidding himself.  Miriam was
much too beautiful a person for him not to be more tender and
understanding toward her.  He was acting overly impatient,
considering he'd known her less than a month.  Perhaps in time, if
she was willing to open into a warm, intimate relationship with
him, they could find a mutual, shared love and trust ...
     "D-Dad?" an anxious young voice called to him.
     "Mark?" His father turned around in his chair to survey the
boy embarrassingly standing a short ways away.  All of Roger's
thoughts about Miriam evaporated with one look at his stricken
child, for he saw the pain in his expression and the puffy rings
around his eyes.  "Why, Mark, you've been crying!"
     "Yeah, I ... guess I have been," Mark replied, his chin
trembling as he tried to hold back a fresh stream of tears.
     In spite of his mind feeling velvety from all the liquor he'd
consumed, Roger was immediately concerned.  He'd been both father
and mother to the boy for so long that there was nothing he
wouldn't do to help him.  He straightened up and said: "Come here,
son.  Something's bothering you."
     "You ... you won't get mad at me?  No matter what?" the boy
said in a fearful whisper, taking a hesitant step forward.
     "Hey, don't mink that, son.  We've been too close for you to
believe such a thing.  I'm your pal, remember?  What happened?
You flunk a test?"
     "Ohhh," Mark suddenly burst into tears, and he crushed his
young body to his father, almost upsetting the brandy glass on the
table.  "Oh, Dad, I've done something awful!" The youth was a
quivering, guilt-ridden soul.  He hadn't slept a wink all night,
constantly thinking of how he'd left poor Mrs. Dodge sprawled
naked and her legs wide open back in the gym.  How could he have
allowed such a thing to happen when he loved her so much?  Now
he'd hurt her, and he didn't know what to do or where to turn
except to his father.  It had taken most of the day to screw up
enough courage to tell of what he'd done, but he had to do it and
hope his dad wouldn't hate him or turn him over to the police.  He
couldn't go on living feeling this bad, not another day!
     Roger was terribly upset over his son's behavior.  His first
off-hand guess that Mark was troubled over school work was wrong,
he could see‹‹besides, his child was too level-headed for that.
He tried to recall his own teenaged days and what had been the
source of his problems, and recalled that they had almost entirely
been over puppy-loves.  Well, Mark was growing up; it was time for
him to experience some of the agonies of budding sex.
     "Hey, I bet I know what it is," he said jocularly, keeping a
smile on his face to show encouragement and understanding.  "It's
about a girl, isn't it?"
     "Y-yes, in a way.  A ... a woman.  A grown-up woman," Mark
sniveled helplessly.  "Mrs. Dodge, m-my English teacher.  I love
her, Dad, I really love her!"
     Roger was gripped with the wildest temptation to laugh out
loud.  How normal!  How perfectly innocently natural, and to top
it all, Mark thought he was in love with none other than Miriam!
But one look into his son's pain-flecked eyes and he knew that to
laugh now would crush him to the core.  Instead he soothingly
said; "Well, don't feel bad.  She's a lovely woman, Mark, and I
bet half the kids at school have a crush on her."
     "But ... But they didn't do what I did to her," Mark groaned.
     "What was that, son?"
     "I ... I ..." Mark took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes
closed together as though expecting an executioner's ax to fall.
"I ... I raped her!"
     "You what?" Roger dropped his jaw open like it was shattered
glass.  "You did what to Mrs. Dodge?"
     "Me and Jo‹‹me and some buddies, we made her drunk at the
dance last night," the boy uncontrollably blurted out.  "We got
her up to the gym storage room, locked the door, and then made her
lie down all naked on one of the mats.  Then we fu‹‹then we took
turns on her, over and over, in her snat‹‹down between her legs
and sometimes even in her mouth!  Then we left her there, lying
like she was dead.  Oh, I don't care if she wanted us to do it to
her, she didn't at first.  I hurt her, Dad, I know I hurt her
plenty!"
     She wanted us to ... for some reason that phrase burned
deeper in Roger Trenton's brain than all the others of his son's
confession.  He felt as though he'd been struck over the head with
a baseball bat and his breath knocked totally out of his lungs.
Christ, he'd heard rumors about Miss Flannigan but he'd chalked
that up to gossip.  Boys loved having fantasies about being man
enough to make love to a woman, and a desirable woman like Miriam
would replace old Flannigan on this new year's list with no
trouble at all.  But this was his own child telling him!  God ...
was it possible?  Mark ... with Miriam, his Miriam!  His insides
churned with the lewdness of the very idea, but it was too wild a
story not to believe!
     "Now you're mad at me!  I can tell!  You hate me now!" Mark
struggled against his father in his effort to break free, but
Roger held his son tightly to him in a firm but gentle grip.
     "No, son, I'm not mad," he said, trying to calm him.  "I ...
I simply was shocked for a moment.  I ... I don't understand,
that's all.  I mean, you called it rape, but‹‹the way it sounds to
me‹‹"
     "But I forced her to do it with me," Mark blubbered
helplessly.  "It wasn't like last Sunday, when she was nice and
kind and told me she was my new Mommy ..."
     "She ... she said she was your mother?" Roger gasped in a
hoarse whisper.  Good God, what had that woman been up to with his
boy?
     "Y-yes," Mark said, trying desperately to explain things and
make them better.  "When I saw her playing with herself in her
shower, she took all my clothes off and then we got on her bed,
and she wanted me ... wanted me to ..."
     "Fuck her!" Roger blurted, before he realized that he was
talking to his own son.  "She wanted you to fuck her!"
     "Uh-huh," Mark nodded, wiping away his tears with one tiny
balled fist.  "It was the first time for me, and ... boy, did it
feel good!  It felt good when we all did it to her last night,

From grobert@soho.ios.com Thu Feb 27 18:43:26 1997
too.  That was kind of fun, but I know I hurt her deep down inside
her heart.  And I love Mrs. Dodge like I love you, Dad.  That's
why you gotta do something, Dad, you just gotta!"
     Roger felt seething anger begin to boil up inside his chest.
Christ, she'd seduced his own son the day after she'd coldly
turned him down.  The gall of that bitch!  He looked at his
tearfully pleading boy, feeling at a loss to know what calm and
rational advise to give one so young which wouldn't harm his
growing mind further.  Yet all the while he tried to contain the
increasing flames of resentment and bitterness that were licking
higher at the alcohol in his blood ...
     "Son, you didn't rape her," Roger said slowly, carefully.
"If Mrs. Dodge wanted you to make love to her last Sunday, then
she's the type who'd want you to do it again to her last night.
You said yourself that after a little while she did.  I bet it was
just that there were so many of you boys that she was scared at
first."
     "Gee, you think so?" Mark whimpered eagerly.  "You think
maybe she doesn't hate me, and maybe I could go see her again?"
     See her again ... to fuck!  Roger swallowed thickly, gazing
at his young boy seeing for the first time that despite his tender
age of fourteen, Mark had been forcibly wrenched into the
beginning stages of adulthood, whether ready for it or not.  So he
doubted that the experiences would shatter his development‹‹but
now, what could he tell his son?  Not to ever see Mrs. Dodge again
because what had been done was dirty and sinful?  He himself had
tried to get into her panties, hadn't he?  Mark would see right
through his lie, and much of the trust he'd tried to bridge
between their generations would be lost.  He had to play it
straight and honest with his child, as he'd always done with him
...
     "Tell me, Mark," he said after a moment, "would you want to
continue making love to Mrs. Dodge if she wanted you to?"
     "Gosh yes!" The lights of hope and love sparkled in the
youth's dark eyes.  "Gee, Dad, you're really swell.  You
understand!  Do you think you can make things right again?"
     "Let me think ..."  Roger relaxed against the back of his
chair, patting Buck with one hand idly while he sipped the last of
his brandy with the other.  He had to protect his son ... but it
was too late for much of that any more.  Mostly, he wanted to
punish Miriam.  He wanted to punish her so cruelly that she'd
never forget.  Half-drunk, smarting with righteous indignation at
the way he'd been taken in by her phony front of modesty, Roger
Trenton suddenly was filled with an insane desire to fuck that
bitch like his son and all his buddies had fucked her.  What a
fitting retribution for the shameless little child molester, he
thought wickedly ...
     "Son, Mrs. Dodge kept saying she was your mother, didn't
she?"
     "Sure, but we both knew she was only make-believing."
     "Well, make-believe or not, how about all three of us going
over to her house now?  You, me and Buck.  After all, if she's
your mother, then I'm her husband, right‹‹? and husbands have
their rights too, you know!"
     "Oboy!  You mean make it a family affair?"
     "That's the ticket, son ... if you don't mind me sharing her
with you."
     "Gee, Dad, how could I mind that?  I think it would be great
if you could love her as much as I do!  And Buck too!" he added
innocently.  "I'll put on a clean shirt and we'll go!"
     He raced excitedly to his bedroom, leaving his father
smirking with his smoldering, liquored emotions.  In the momentary
silence?  Roger was beginning to feel a doubt, wondering if he
could really do such a terrible thing to Miriam.  But then he
thought of what she had done to Mark already, and he knew that he
had hit upon the perfect answer.  A bitch she was, all right ...
he would follow through and exact his revenge, debasing her in
front of Mark's eyes forever.  A harsh lesson, he mused as he
scratched the large Buck's furry ears.  But a proper one befitting
the crime ...

                           *    *    *

     Miriam Dodge's Saturday had been one of the most miserable
she could ever remember.  Now, alone in her house, she had spent
the time since she'd awakened at noon by weeping silently.  The
painful and disgusting recollections of her depraved ravishment by
those three sadistic boys last night kept sweeping over her
tormented mind, their vivid images flashing over and over in
torturing repetition.
     She wrapped her thin, pale-blue nightgown tighter around her
body, hugging herself with her arms as if bitterly cold.  Her
whole naked form beneath the flimsy, semi-transparent gown
shivered in the throes of convulsive tremors as she tried
desperately to shake the lewd memories which filled every inch of
her heart and head.  She knew that she should be overwhelmed with
remorse and repugnance, but she was not‹‹and that was the most
horrible part of all, frightening her more than all else combined.
For her returning nightmares were not so much of the vicious
horrors that had been done to her on the smelly mat in the storage
room, but rather of her own indefensible submission and lewd
performance ...
     Her obscene rutting with those three nakedly abandoned aged
fourteen boys, egging them on and demanding more of their virile
young penises hard in her belly and mouth ... her cumming,
cumming, continual cumming ... her awakening to find herself
splayed nude and soaking wet where she'd been heartlessly
discarded when they'd taken their fill of her ... God, her body
had been a mass of bruises that had centered around her breasts
and inner thighs.  Her flesh had been rubbed so raw that this
morning she'd been too sore to dress, and even the soft nylon gown
pressing against her skin was enough to send sharp waves of pain
shooting through her body.  She had dazedly gathered her clothes
and slipped them on despite her agony at their touch, and managed
to clean herself up before leaving the room and stumbling back to
the cafeteria.  The dance was about over and Harlow Cartwright had
been searching for her.  He had grudgingly accepted her excuse of
having suddenly fallen ill "with the flu", though one good glimpse
at the heavy lines marring her preciously fresh skin had been
enough for him to raise an eyebrow of suspicion.  But she had
remained silent, never hinting to the principal or his ugly wife
what had actually taken place.
     And, she promised herself as she sat now in the chair, the
appalling truth would remain locked in the confines of her soul
forever.  To expose the whole sordid affair could only add to her
troubles, the publicity of the lurid details opening the door to
full disclosure of all her previous sexual perversions.  No, she
was emotionally ruined for life, but at least she still had a
chance to run ... run again, as she always had when uncovered for
what she was.
     Before this day was through, she vowed, she would find the
inner strength to dress and pack her suitcase.  She would drive
out of Logansville and never, ever return.  She would compose a
letter of resignation and mail it on Monday from some far-off
place, the sacrifice of the money owed her worth the pain of
another moment in this hellish town.
     Her only dread was that Roger Trenton would show up for their
day-time date before she had time to pull herself together.  There
could be no good-byes with him, for although she had come to
realize that she truly loved the older man, she had to hide the
sickening facts from him more than from anybody else.  It wouldn't
be fair to make him or his lovely son Mark suffer for what was
essentially her own doing, her own miserable failings.  God, she
had to get started ... but somehow, she couldn't seem to find the
will to lift herself out of the chair.
     There was no more question whether she could trust herself or
not.  It was obvious that she couldn't stop herself from following
her perverted desires once the evil urges beckoned.
     No pledge or promise had been able to endure for longer than
a few short minutes when faced with lewd temptation.  God, what
would happen to her later on?  At this rate, what would be her
end?
     A thundering racket snapped Miriam from her tortured
thoughts.  She realized after a shocked moment that someone was
banging his fist violently against her front door.
     "What ...?  Who's there?" she called out fearfully.
     "Open up, Miriam!"
     "Oh!" Miriam gasped as she recognized the voice of Roger
Trenton.  Roger!  He was already here!  And he sounded so angry!
God, had young Mark confessed to him?  Had he seen something was
wrong and pried the horrid truth out of the boy?  She stood beside
her chair, afraid to open the door.
     "You want all the neighbors to hear what I've got to say to
you, Miriam?" came a ferocious yell.  "Open this goddamned door
before I break it in!"
     She unlatched the door against her will, afraid of what he
might do or say if she didn't.  "What do you want?" she asked
hesitantly, opening the door a crack ... and then she was roughly
thrown back against the wall as Roger burst his way inside.
     "Shut up," the furiously glowering man sneered at her.  She
could see he'd been drinking again, his face all reddened from his
heavy dose of alcohol.  "All right, son," he called over his
shoulder.  "Come on in and bring Buck with you."
     "Oh no!" The blood drained from the tormented woman's face as
she saw young Mark Trenton and the giant German Shepherd walk into
her livingroom and stand beside Roger.  If there had been any
question, the slightest doubt why Roger was here, the sight of the
boy and his dog vanished it from her mind.  "Oh God, no," she
moaned again, looking back up into the savage face of the man she
loved.  But Roger was no longer that sympathetic, compassionate
lover.  He was a stranger now, his features cruelly twisted into
lines of ruthlessness, mirroring his desire for revenge and
punishment.  He knew ... he knew what she had done!
     "Roger, darling ... please listen to me," she whimpered up at
him, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears,
"Let me explain, please ..."
     He walked over to where she stood almost naked, and stared
down at her with hard, contemptuous hatred in his eyes.  He did
not speak, only a silent, rage-filled expression lining his
anger-contorted lips.
     Miriam quivered in her fear and shame.  "Say something,
Roger, say something," she prayed to him in desperation.  She
didn't know him now at all, and her humiliation was replaced by
the fear that he was going to kill her.  She almost wished he
would.
     "You fucking, kid-sucking bitch!"  He spat the words so harsh
and cruel that she winced beneath their impact.  He leaned over
and grasped her thinly clad shoulders hard in his hands, digging
his fingers deep into the softness of her cringing flesh.  "How
many other little boys have fucked you since we've met?" he
rasped.  "Your whole English class?  The whole goddamn Freshman
football squad?  Mother!"
     He closed his hands tightly around her throat and pulled her
mouth harshly to him.  But the sudden movement and the savage
pressure of his hands on her throat caused her to jerk her face
away.
     "You bitch," he snapped.  "I didn't hear that you were
squirming away from Mark!"  He slapped her hard, flat across the
cheeks, jerking her head to the side so hard she thought certainly
he had broken her neck.  She tried to twist away from his madness,
but he only slapped her again, this time across her other cheek.
     "Roger!  Roger!  You're killing me!  You're killing me!"
     "Not that way, I won't," he laughed cruelly down at her.  "I
have a better way of making you wish you had never been born!
Take off your nightgown, Mother dear ... or should I call you my
wife?  Yeah ... take off that nightie, wife and get bare-ass
naked!"
     "Please, Roger," she sobbed mournfully.  "Please don't make
me.  Not like this in front of Mark!"
     "Why, you slut!  He's seen you naked more times than I have.
And he's fucked you, remember?  I'm the one who hasn't had that
pleasure before!  Now, strip, I said!" he snarled viciously, and
suddenly gripped the front of her loosely tied gown.  He gave the
thin material a twisting wrench, and her nearly transparent flimsy
gown was open down the entire front of her body.
     She could feel a cool rush of air slide beneath the opened
cloth and begin caressing her naked flesh beneath.  Her hands rose
automatically to cover her exposed nakedness, but she dropped them
quickly away as she realized that there was no more use in trying
to hide.  Roger was right; he and his son had seen everything she
had to offer.  Even the dog, Buck, had watched her naked on a
blanket.  Sobbing more quietly, she stood in passive defeat as
Roger Trenton pulled the gown from around her shoulders and let it
drop to the floor.  She trembled in her humiliation, totally nude
in front of everyone she had ever cared about.
     "On your knees, wife," Roger commanded from beside her.  "Get
down on the floor.  Now!"
     What else could she do? she thought, then suddenly felt the
smarting whack of the enraged man's hand upon her buttocks.  "Do
as I say, Miriam," he snickered lewdly.  "A husband's word is
law!"  Another resounding painful smack stung at her backsides,
and she almost leaped as she hurried to kneel and obey his
maddened commands.  She helplessly cowered in front of his wide-
spread legs, but as she looked up at him pleadingly, she suddenly
gasped for breath.
     Roger Trenton was unbelting his pants with almost feverish
haste.  He dropped his shorts and slid off his pants, throwing
them and his shirt in every direction.  Within seconds he stood
towering over the stricken, terrified woman, his naked, muscular
body gleaming softly in the dim room's lamp-light.  Miriam's eyes
trailed down his maturely developed chest, and groaned abjectly as
her panicked gaze locked upon his erect penis.  She had felt it in
her hands and on her inner thighs before, up there on the picnic
blanket the previous Saturday afternoon.  But now she saw its
length and breadth for the first time, and its enormous size
filled her with dreaded awe.  In comparison to the little teenage
boys she'd known‹‹even in terms of her ex-husband's normal size‹‹
Roger's throbbing fleshy hardness was monstrous!  She could feel
her insides cringe at the thought of trying to accommodate even
half of it.  He grinned luridly down at her, enjoying her
openmouthed terror, and dropped one hand to lightly stroke the
heavy foreskinned shaft when he caught her stare fixed upon it.
     "Like it, my bitch of a make-believe wife?" he leered with
vulgar delight.  "I think this will satisfy your hunger where lots
of younger boys have not!"
     "Roger, you ... you can't do this to me!" she whispered
weakly, aware that little Mark was standing by.  "My God, you'll
kill me.  I can't take a thing like that up inside me!"
     "Yes," Roger smilingly taunted down at her.  "You are,
Miriam.  Or would you prefer me going to the police?"
     "Ohhhh," she groaned, hopelessly sobbing.  Tears now streamed
in flowing wet rivulets down the sides of her cheeks, and despite
her gripping terror, she knew she would give in to him.  She knew
she had no choice even with his fourteen year old son watching.
"Oh, God, then do it to me quick, and get it over with.  Please,
Roger, please ..."
     Roger gazed down at the moaning, pleading woman, and
something inside his heart began to soften his savage sense of
hurt.  Damn, Miriam was so luscious, so curvaceous.  He had only
to look down at the distorted expression of pain and suffering
which twisted her lovely face ... and at the way she pressed her
thighs back from his expected assault ... and he knew deep down
that unwillingly he was weakening to her charms again.  He
realized belatedly that much of his anger at what Mark had told
him was envy at the thought of the beautiful woman being fucked by
his young son's cock; that he was as jealous as he was enraged.
He knew that now to be the truth, and he felt a little twinge of
shame mixing with his burgeoning raw lust for her.
     "No, my make-believe wife," he said in a slightly softer
tone.  "No, I'll try and make you love it, even if it takes me two
weeks to do it!"
     He dropped to his knees beside her, pushing her backward with
his hands upon her softly trembling breasts, until she lay spread
out flat on her back upon the spongy soft carpet.  Miriam closed
her eyes tight again to close away the shame and fear of lying
under him stripped naked and defenseless against his cold cruel
gaze.  The further humiliation of having young Mark standing there
watching her like this momentarily made her want to scream.  She
opened her mouth in torment, but was too paralyzed with guilt to
make a sound.  Instead, all she could do was lie still, with her
thighs wide apart, her breath coming so fast she felt as though
her lungs would burst.  Her belly quivered and heaved as though he
already had the long thick cock extending out from his loins sunk
deep inside her belly.
     Roger bent over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth
harshly into the nipple of her heaving left breast.  She groaned
in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture,
but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips,
held her tightly to him.  His lips and tongue roamed wetly over
the palpitating mounds, and though she tried to stop the feeling,
a tiny tendril of sensation unwantedly descended feather-like to
her naked loins below.  God, she couldn't be reacting this way to
a full grown man now even in the smallest bit!  It was insane!
But as he continued the slow tortuous licking of her flesh with
his tongue, a blissful little twitch made her buttocks begin a
slow, hardly noticeable grinding down into the rug.
     "I'm going to fuck you," Roger moaned as his lips caressed
over the soft sensitive skin of her breasts, his eyes still hard
and cruel with the greed of his desire.  "I'm going to fuck you
like you've never been fucked before.  I want little Mark to see
you twist and squirm when a man-sized cock sinks into your baby-
loving little cunt.  I want him to hear you beg and scream for
me."
     Miriam lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words.
Their very lewdness seemed to excite her a tiny bit more, but
again she thought of how he wanted to merely use and humiliate
her, and the beginning desire vanished from her mind.  To lie
beneath the man she'd thought loved her as nothing more than a
receptacle for his lewdly gushing sperm and lust was a thousand
times more degrading than even the three young boys' rape of her
last night.  The hateful mauling of her body by a father whose
young son and huge dog eagerly were viewing was too much for even
her to take!  She could never respond passionately to him; she
knew she couldn't!  She would submit because she had to, but only
in tormenting pain ...
     Suddenly Roger slipped down on the carpet beside her and
wrapped his arms around her naked body, pulling her tightly to
him.  They lay pressed together, his rigid cock insinuating all
the way through her soft inner thighs and trapped on the other
side between the crevice of her fear-clenched buttocks, his lips
clamped wetly over hers.  He moved his loins hungrily against her
hips, and then she felt his long, sensitive finger slowly
smoothing down their naked bodies to teasingly find her throbbing,
tight vaginal mound.  He dipped a little lower, down between the
soft, hair-fringed pussy lips, spreading them open against her
will to tease her tiny clitoris.  Miriam couldn't hold back a soft
mewling cry from the tingling sensation, and as she parted her
lips, he thrust his tongue deep inside her saliva-moist mouth.
She groaned around his long wet tongue with helpless despair,
futilely trying to keep control of her perversely rising emotions.
     Then, without warning, the older man rolled her over so she
was lying on top of him.  "It'll be easier on you if you ride up
and down on my cock," he murmured huskily.  "Kneel on either side
of my hips, and ride me like a pony.  Come on, do it!"
     Miriam complied without hesitation, knowing full well that he
would only hit her again if she defied him further.  She levered
up on her arms, her long blonde hair flowing down over her head
and sweeping the naked man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously
with their erect little nipples lightly touching against his skin.
She kneeled, straddling with her thighs splayed widely on either
side of Roger's hips.  She could sense his hardened penis pointing
directly upward at the finger-moistened slit of her pussy.
     She thought of what was going to follow, and tossed her head
from side to side, tears streaming down the delicate conformity of
her cheeks.  Through her tear-blurred eyes, she could see him
holding the length of his cock in his hand and taunting it up
against the spread pink flesh of her cunt with its hardened
blunted head.  The immediate contact of its satiny warmness
against the tingling skin of her vaginal opening instigated
unwanted little carnal sensations which instantly spiraled upward
through her naked loins.  But then ...
     "Uggg," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure
against the tight elastic opening of her widespread cunt lips.
     "Oooohhh, no, Roger, you can't!  It's too big, too big!"
     "Just relax," he panted with a sadistic lewdness.  "You don't
want Mark to think you don't like men, do you?"
     He wrapped his hands tightly around her twisting waist to
hold her securely atop his cock.  Then he pushed upwards again,
harder between her cuntal lips.
     "Stop it!  Oh, please, Roger, stop itttt!" she cried out as
the tip of his penis slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight
rubbery opening until Miriam felt as though her thighs were
splitting apart from the relentless pressure.  She jerked her eyes
open in fear and pain and saw his triumphant grin.  Oh God, he was
tearing her in two and enjoying every moment of it!  He and Mark
and even the dog, Buck‹‹they were all sadistically watching with
joy as she suffered above the slow remorseless penetration of her
defenseless loins!
     Suddenly the grin on Roger's face faded, and a contorted
expression of sheer raw lust replaced it.  He would stand it no
more!  He had to fuck her now!  He felt the overpowering need to
possess her, and wondered if it were a sign of love.  Damn, at
this moment, he would even be willing to marry her, just to fuck
her!  Savagely, he thrust his hips up off the rug, and at the same
time, with his tightly cupped hands pulled her smooth curvaceous
buttocks down over his long, thick cock.
     "Arrrgghh!" she screamed at the top of her voice as she felt
his raging fleshy hardness slice deeply up inside her
excruciatingly stretching cunt.  There was no stopping him, his
throbbing hardness pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal
walls in lewdly rolling waves before it.
     "Oh God!" she groaned.  "You're splitting my cunt!"
     She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt
as thought it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny shreds as
he speared into her without mercy or thought of injury.
     There wasn't one tiny ridge on it that she could not feel as
it sunk tight into the soft flesh of her belly, like a blade
enclosed in moist warm sheath.
     Roger lay still for a moment, his face directly below hers.
God, she was tight!  The crazy thought came to him that perhaps
she had lied to him, and she had never been married before.  Maybe
the only fuckings she'd had before were done by boys like Mark!
Well, if that was the case, then he'd marry her and fuck her to
death!
     Miriam, too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the
pain it might bring.  Neither made a sound for a long moment, and
then suddenly she felt a throb deep up inside her stomach, the
thickness of Roger's cock jerking up another half an inch as he
flexed inside her vagina.
     "NNNNngggg," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting
with the throbbing pain.
     "So how does it feel to have a man inside you instead of a
little boy's prick?" he tormented below her, flexing again.
     "Aggg," she groaned deeper this time, the cords of her neck
standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
     "I said, how does it feel with a man's cock inside you?"  He
flexed again, grinning up in lewd delight at the pained expression
on her face.
     "Ohhh, I love it, I love it," she cried, afraid to offend
him.  The pain was just too unbearable.
     "Beg then," he hissed contemptuously.
     "Ohhh, I can't!  I can't," she prayed above him.  "Not with
little Mark here!"
     "Beg me to fuck you, bitch!" he repeated.  He throbbed his
huge, lust-hardened member deep up inside her quivering belly
again.  "Beg now and show him what a real cunt you are!"
     "Ohhhh, Roger, don't make me, please!"  She fought with all
her strength and courage to escape this one further humiliation.
This, she knew, would be the final surrender.  It was the only
thing she had left.  He had taken all else; her love for him and
his son, and the love they held for her in return, even what
little self-respect she had left‹‹everything was gone.  She
couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg too.  She
just couldn't!
     "Beg, you bitch!" he demanded, savage fire burning in his
eyes.  "Let Mark hear you beg me to fuck you!"
     "Ohhh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain
and helplessness of her position.  "D-do it to me Roger," she
managed to whisper.  "Do it to me."
     "Not like that bitch," he demanded, "Say fuck me."
     "Oh, fuck me," she hissed through clenched teeth, tears
gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene word.  Her
shame and degradation were complete now.  She was a filthy whore
now, nothing better than a dirty gutter whore!
     The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of the
future.  She was lost!  Lost!  He had taken everything that was
left of her and crushed it with unfeeling cruelty.  There was no
hope left, nothing, nothing but the huge, fleshy hardness buried
deep inside her burning vagina.
     Roger sensed the loss of this last remaining ounce of
resistance left in her soul, and digging his finger harshly into
the skin of her waist, he began a slow, rocking motion up between
her wide-stretched thighs.  He felt her tight narrow cuntal
passage involuntarily widen with each short smooth stroke he took
and heard her cry and groan in helpless defeat as she surrendered
above him.  It was rhythmic music to his ears!  Even though she
fought him, positive in her own mind that she could never sexually
enjoy a man, he was convinced that there was a latent hot streak
beneath her surface that simply had never been turned on before.
The brutal ravishment of her body when she'd been young and
innocent ... the warping teachings by her frigid mother ... no
wonder Miriam had turned to boys for her needed release!  Well,
he'd stripped her down to nothing but her naked soul, and perhaps
he could now rebuild her into a raw, squealing mass of
unrestrained desire.  He'd do his damnedest to fuck her until he
turned her on, he vowed‹‹and this was just the beginning!
     Miriam thought he was going to rip her in half and his
battering penis would bore up through her lungs and come right out
of her mouth.  She gurgled crazily, suddenly wanting it to hurt.
She wanted to be punished like the dirty bitch she was, and
viciously she began to screw her cunt down over his unmercifully
rampaging cock, attempting to destroy it while it too was killing
her.  There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of
masochistic desire coursing through her blood.  She had lost the
battle against the obscene man's angry rape, and even the
agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills along the
base of her spine.  Her body began slowly to respond as it never
had before as she felt the slow rhythm of Roger Trenton's cock
skewering wetly up inside her.  New delights were racing through
her with every upward lunge he made.  God, what was happening to
her?  Then she knew, and deliriously she accepted her new
experience.  She was being ignited by an older man at last!
Whatever he'd done to her, Roger had found the key!
     Her whole body started to twitch and writhe above him and she
moaned uncontrollably as she lowered her head and shoved her
tongue with sudden complete abandon into the moistness of his
mouth.  Low hums of servile acceptance came in torrents from deep
in her chest, her face contorting with her new-found passion, a
light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the flowing strands
of her soft blonde hair.  She could feel the throbbing wet hole of
her pussy flowering open to receive instead of reject his cock,
the pain of taking a man-sized penis up between her legs slowly
fading for the first time she could ever remember.  Her eyes were
closed and her tongue worked and slaved down into his mouth as
small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat.
Yes ... God, yes!  This is what she had been waiting for!  There
was no longer any thought of resisting him ... of anything but the
delicious sensation of kneeling above this man who was fucking her
against her will and giving back to him what he was giving her.
     "I love you, Roger Trenton," she gasped when she raised her
face for air.  "I never thought I could love a man, but I do.  I
love you, darling!  I love you!"
     Roger could only listen and marvel at the words of sweet
surrender which were flowing from her glistening lips.  He hardly
could believe his ears!  Less than an hour ago, he'd been a
savage, punishing brute, but now he was her pleasure-giving lover!
Miriam was offering herself to him ... all of herself, body and
soul, if he wished to have her.
     He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body,
and felt the long smooth muscles beneath her tanned silken skin
ripple lightly from his hungry touch.  He felt the warm, moist
walls of her vagina gripping at his buried hardness deep inside
her belly, and his brain spun wildly from his heady, erotic
victory over her nakedly splayed body.  Christ, he possessed her!
He really did ... and now he knew that no matter what.  he loved
her too!
     Miriam flattened her knees out so that they pressed against
Roger's muscular sides.  She slid lower and lower on his long,
thick penis, moaning with newly-discovered rapture all the way
down until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls pressed tight up
into the open crevice between her asscheeks.  Then she lifted
herself up on her knees so that his lust-engorged cock, gleaming
moistly from her secretions, came slipping into Mark's view
watching from behind.  With a softly dreamy sigh, she drove her
thighs back down again, ramming the whole of his wet fleshy
hardness deep up inside her until its head battered against her
cervix.  The now deliriously excited woman abandoned herself to
all the searing sensations she'd never thought could exist for
her, sliding rhythmically up and down over her lover's penis until
she felt as though she could almost cum by just her own gyrations.
     Unable to stand by and watch the passion-inciting scene
another moment longer, young Mark Trenton jumped up from where
he'd been crouched behind his father and Mrs. Dodge.  He'd been
told by Dad on the way to his teacher's house to wait until he was
called, but staring at every tiny thing that had been happening
had goaded the youngster's mind beyond endurance.  His lean young
loins blazing with desire, Mark quickly shed his clothes and
rushed around to kneel beside the straining couple's tightly
clasping bodies.  He reached out and cupped the woman's naked
dancing breasts, teasing and kneading their proud round firmness
until it seemed as if they would burst from his fascinated
manipulations.
     Miriam became aware of the boy's movement near her head, and
she moved her face up, opening her eyes.  She could see Mark
rubbing the taut full moons of her breasts, his slender youthful
penis jutting erectly from his loins with his hot, innocent
excitement.  She gave a small gasp of protest, feeling momentary
pangs of guilt and shame, but then she felt Roger quickening his
thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, and she groaned in abandoned

From grobert@soho.ios.com Thu Feb 27 18:43:44 1997
greedy passion.
     "D-Dad?" the young boy anxiously asked.  "Gee, I'm going to
shoot it off on Mrs. Dodge's back if I can't do something soon."
     "Put your cock in her mouth, then, son," his father said from
below.  "Have her suck you off while I fuck her."
     "No," Miriam protested momentarily, the humiliation of being
pummeled between father and son flickering lewdly through her
mind.  "No, that's not right ... Ohhh, God!"
     "We're a family, wife-y dear," Roger grinned maliciously up
at her, taking obvious satisfaction from her distress.  "Go on,
son.  Stick your cock inside your new Mommy's mouth!"
     Mark gripped his hardened boyish prick in his hand, and moved
around so that its rounded virile tip grazed against Miriam's
moistly glistening lips.  "Suck me, Mrs. Dodge," she heard the boy
pant delightedly.  "Like you did Joey's and Don's last night!  Oh,
suck me, Mommy, suck me toooo," he moaned ecstatically.
     Miriam's unconscious mind rebelled against the lewdness of
orally accepting the darling boy's delicious young flesh.  She
fought her desire to surrender to Mark as well as his father, but
her body had already betrayed her will to resist.  The only
reality was the searing fire that was burning deep in her
throbbing pussy, the flames licking out between her thighs, crying
to be drowned by the tormenting man's penis fucking faster and
faster up between their wetness.  She couldn't fight her all-
consuming lusts!  She loved the both, and was totally theirs to do
with as they wished!
     With animal-like groans of passion, Miriam reached up with
one of her hands and began to stroke young Mark's jutting prick.
She hovered near him on all fours, her face a scant few inches
from the throbbing moist head of his hardened virile penis.  She
held it tightly between her fingers, stroking it teasingly up and
down until his slender loins were undulating in time to her
maddening rhythm.
     Her head dropped slowly forward to the fleshy penis of the
boy, and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring
tauntingly into the wet tiny gland at the end.  Mark sucked in his
breath from the delightful contact, chills rippling along the back
of his spine, a groan passing between his lips.  She brought her
mouth down all the way with a moist, warm, pressure, her lips
tightening like an elastic band around it just below the sensitive
head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her
mouth.  She massaged the soft resilient skin of his youthful
testicles gently with her hand as she began to suck with stroking
rhythm the entire length of his hardened rod of flesh.
     "Christ!" the boy groaned, staring down at his teacher's
passion-contorted face.  "Christ, Dad, this is the greatest!"
     Miriam could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck
his slender penis a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging
gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails
where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the
skin.  Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing
gland as she felt her own loins nearing the bursting point from
Mark's father's rigid shaft pumping deep up in her cunt from
below.
     "Harder, Roger, fuck me harder lover dear ..." she chanted in
muffled rhythm to his long hard strokes.  She wanted to be ripped
apart by the two buffeting Trenton males.  Great huge waves of
delightful sensation swirled through her.  Her entire kneeling
body was growing ... growing ... ready to explode ... burst into a
thousand colored fragments between the twin cocks which were
fucking her simultaneously, her body sandwiched between them as
though she were skewered all the way through and their cockheads
were touching on the instroke somewhere deep, deep up inside.  She
sucked wildly on the prick surging into her mouth, and thrust her
loins down, screwing herself on the thick pistoning cock splitting
up into the walls of her vagina below.  Yes ... Oh God, yes ...!
This was heaven!  If only it would never end!  If only there was
more!
     And as if in obscene answer, she heard Roger hissingly order
from beneath her, "Buck!  Here, boy!  Come here, Buck and hump her
in the ass!"
     Miriam choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly
icing in her veins.  God, what was he trying to do to her?  No, oh
no, he wasn't meaning for that great huge dog to ...!  Her mind
whirled frantically and she moaned with rising horror around the
thrusting boy's slim cock in her mouth as she heard the German
Shepherd trot closer from the corner in which he'd been waiting.
     "No, Roger!  Oh god, don't let him fuck me too!" she moaned
around young fourteen year old Mark's cock in her mouth.  "Please,
don't let Buck do anything!"
     "Relax, Miriam," Roger chuckled with salacious delight.  "I
love you, Miriam, but you're a bitch at heart.  A bitch in heat,
and besides, consider this all in the family!"
     "Ohhh noooo!" Miriam moved to close her thighs, but the dog
stood and growled viciously as if in warning.  She froze in her
lewd fucking position‹‹thighs spread wide over Roger's hips and
with her legs drawn in against his ribs.  She didn't dare move as
the huge beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head
just above her defenseless, upturned buttocks.  "Roger!  I'm
afraid!  He'll hurt me!"
     The man below her laughed again in obscene desire.  "Don't
worry.  Buck is trained well.  He won't harm you‹‹as long as you
do as he wants!"
     The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless
woman's smoothly upturned buttocks and sniffed them
appreciatively.  His tail wagged and trembled as though he had
truly found a bitch in heat.  Miriam moaned in terror as the cold
nose suddenly made contact with her tiny, puckered anus.  She
tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the
tip curling and licking around the hair-fringed softness where
Roger's penis was inserted and then moving wetly up to the burrow
slightly in her outer fleshy anal ring.  For a moment she tried to
squirm away, but the dog growled again and Roger's hands grasped
her tightly around the waist, impaling her immobile upon his
rigidly thrusting cock.
     "That's it, Buck," Roger urged excitedly.  "Now lick her!  Go
on, lick the little bitch's pussy slit and asshole!"
     The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between
her thighs.  He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from
the tight-filled pink edges of her cunt up to the tiny, sensitive
little circle of her tightly puckered anus.  His great tongue
spread through the soft, hair-covered valley like a knife through
soft butter, curling and flicking relentlessly between Miriam's
wide-spread buttocks.  She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed
under the Shepherd's lapping and sniffing of her loins, shuddering
and chilling from the lewdly evil stimulation he was forcing her
to enjoy.  He worked like the savage beast he was, and his rutting
lust was slowly driving her mad, his merciless tongue lashing her
to servile defeat.  The huge tongue was crushing her resistance
with its vigorous and unrelenting attack upon her sensitively
responding genitals for interminable minutes.
     Miriam's body became lost in the fire of the moment.  Every
muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips back
against that maddening probe between her buttocks.  Oh God, the
dog's tongue felt good back between her legs!  She had never
expected it could be like this, that an animal could bring such
feelings from her body.  Her love for Roger and his son incited
her further.  Her updrawn thighs opened and closed around the
tormenting cock that was still fucking gluttonously up into her
flame-seared vaginal hole.  The lips of her mouth clasped tighter
as she sucked with all her might around the excitedly sliding
young prick of Mark before her.
     "Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and
higher to give the magnificent dog greater access.  "Mmmmm!"
     Then she heard his master's voice command: "Fuck her Buck,
fuck her!"
     The huge German Shepherd leaped to obey.  He mounted the
spread mounds of Miriam's buttocks, paws on her back.  His
glistening, scarlet penis slipped wetly from its furry sheath, its
tapered point sliding and dancing in her hot, wet anal crevice as
the animal trembled and jerked over her naked body.  The narrowly
expanded crevice was visibly throbbing in lurid invitation; the
wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs
pressed tightly down against Roger's hips.  Miriam could feel the
hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking between her
wide-spread ass cheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up and
down, in a maddening search for some hungry hole in which to
thrust the heavily throbbing point of his animal cock.  But where?
Where could Buck fuck her?  Roger was already in her cunt ...
     "Reach back around and put his cock in your ass," Roger
commanded suddenly.  "Go on, reach back and put it in your
asshole!"
     God, no!  Not there!  Not in her rectum!  To be sodomized by
a giant German Shepherd!  That would be the ultimate of degrading
perversion!  But strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman
broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement.  She suddenly
had to have it in her!  Her belly was screaming for it!
     She took her hand from young Mark's testicles and reached
down underneath the grinding flesh of their bodies to grasp the
full length of the dog's heavily pulsating cock.  Her tightly
closed fist stroked it softly in reverence.  She could feel the
spasmodic throbbing against her palm and the moistly seeping
liquid of excitement trickled from the blood-inflated tip.  She
guided it up the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose
contact with her flesh until it was poised at the pinkish round
hole of her puckered little anus.  She held it there with her one
hand drawing with all her strength to pull it into her rectum.
God yes!  She wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass!
     "Yes, Buck, fuck me there," she mumbled through her cock
stretched lips as the beast thrust his giant penis in an urgent
probe against her for several seconds, trying to lodge itself into
the tight, straining anal hole.
     And then Buck did.
     With a growl of bestial delight, he jerked forward and she
felt a slight pop at her anus‹‹and then a sudden pain so
unbearable that she twisted and groaned, trying with all her
strength to get away.  She no longer felt human as the huge dog-
cock slithered far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom
of her belly inside.  She jerked back up at him, trying to throw
him off, but as she jerked up, the dog rammed down and imbedded
his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in the soft
flaccid tunnel of her anus.
     "Ugggg, God!" she grunted in pain.
     The triumphantly smiling Roger Trenton leaned his head up off
the carpet, his emotions still mixed, and hissed near her ear!
"Like being fucked in the ass by a dog, honey?"
     And that made it a million times worse, to know that her
every reaction was being watched and enjoyed by another man and a
fourteen year old boy.  His words and victorious smile was mockery
and insult to her, droning on until some of the pain in Miriam's
rectum from the giant dog's entry began to ease a little.
     But then, "Uggggg!" she grunted as the dog began fucking into
her in a frantic humping rhythm.  His giant animal cock seemed
like an unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly, expanding
with each thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum.  Miriam
could feel the monstrous animal cock racing brutally into her raw,
torn backsides, and she strained back against the grinding
assault, groaning incessantly as the pain slowly subsided.  A
masochistic pleasure slowly replaced the searing firebrands of
pain that raced from her totally filled anus to the rim of her own
still dutifully sucking mouth.  Her rising sensations of
overwhelming lust were fed by the very helplessness of her lewd
squirmings beneath the rapacious dog.  The German Shepherd fucked
inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no
respite from the growing pleasure building‹‹building‹‹deep in her
belly.
     It was alive in her!  The hard rubbery tip pressing up
against her stomach lining inside, the thin folds of flesh between
its length and that of Roger's cunt-imbedded cock, the tickling
hairs of the dog's testicles brushing in the crevice of her
buttocks ... they were all part of her!  She was one with them ...
and in spite of her pain, her tongue involuntarily began sucking
even more hungrily at the youthful hardness between her lips.  Her
nostrils flared again, drawing in the delicious pungent scent of
the excited boy's genitals deep into her body, and it mingled
there in a strange erotic marriage with the feelings of the two
throbbing cocks lodged deep in her soft white backsides.  They all
seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger
for more.  Her cunt contracted around the older man's penis as the
lascivious sensations raced through her flesh.
     Miriam's body felt itself coming to life now.  The pain had
receded to where she could only feel a maddening electric fire
that burned uncontrollably deep within her backsides.  It seared
relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh, licking
through her cunt and anus and dancing across the milky white flesh
of her widely splayed buttocks, spreading up through her greedily
contracting belly and out to the tips of her pink palpitating
nipples, which peaked into hard tiny buds.  Thin rivulets of sweat
rolled down the sides of her full pulsating breasts, which were
sensitive to even the brushes across Roger Trenton's heaving
chest.
     She rotated her thighs from side to side around the two
fleshy impaling cocks, her vagina and anus dilating in time to
their harshly pumping thrusts.  They felt as though they were
fusing deep up inside her bowels with the young boy's penis
fucking her mouth, becoming one with all her being.  They had
crawled into her, had become a part of her!  And she was one with
them!  She and Roger and Buck and darling Mark‹‹they were all one
fleshy mass of wild erotic sensation, merging magically together
by their love and nakedly locked genitals!
     "Fuck me!" Miriam hissed through her sucking lips.  "Oh God,
all of you darlings!  Fuck me harder!  Fuck me until I can't stand
it anymore!"  The fire licking through her body was fanned
yet-hotter by the knowledge of her sheer helplessness and the
obscene position in which the three were holding her.  She drove
on unheedingly, almost ready to cum and unable to stop.  Sweat was
pouring from her writhing naked body as she strove wildly for her
end‹‹an infinitesimal second away.
     "Hot bitch, hot bitch," Roger Trenton beneath her mumbled
over and over as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled cock deep
up into her mucous lined cunt.  He could feel the white hot cum
building up inside his bloated testicles as they beat hard against
his own upturned buttocks.  He was ready to explode!
     "I ... I'm cummmmiiiinnngg!" he groaned wildly, and Miriam
could feel her insides splitting painfully apart as the head of
his deep-sunk penis suddenly flared into a hugeness that
threatened to split her in half.  It began to spurt, and she could
feel his delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like streams
of hot molten lava into the cavern of her pink quivering passage.
The hot walls of her pussy milked spasmodically as the boy's
father continued to spew out his completion, filling her womb and
foaming out the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his
cock.
     She was being driven insane!
     She couldn't let it stop!
     "Oh fill me too, Mark!" she groaned incoherently around the
young cock fucking crazily in her mouth.  "Cum in my mouth.  my
darling!"
     Fourteen year old Mark Trenton groaned over and over again;
his hips working crazily as he felt his own moment had finally
arrived.  He could feel his fresh virile sperm begin its mad dash
along the full length of his glistening, pumping cock and begin to
suddenly spurt out in hot thin surges into her hungrily sucking
mouth.  Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she
swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking.  She went
on sucking wildly as he emptied his youthful sperm deep into the
wetness of her throat.  His hands tangled cruelly in her hair,
holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved his
squirting hardness as far up inside her widely ovalled mouth as he
could.  He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete
fulfillment, his cock deflating slowly between her lips.  But
still the woman continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last
drop of the warm boyish seed from his slender prick.
     "Oh, God ... oh God ..." she shivered beneath him, her face
contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion.
"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!  Ohhhhh!"
     Miriam screwed her buttocks insanely back against the dog so
that his penis bored far up into the expanded rubbery recesses of
her rectum.  Her breasts heaved and quivered down against the skin
of Roger's sweat-gleaming chest, the tiny hardened nipples
brushing across his skin like little diamond chips.  The giant
animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he pantingly fucked into
the waving buttocks from behind, saliva dripping from his jowls
onto the gleaming sweat of her naked back.  She screamed again and
rammed harder against the dog just as he jerked forward and his
cock began spitting its burning semen in hard thick spurts deep in
her greedily clasping anus.
     With a deep-throated groan, Miriam began to vibrate
uncontrollably as she could feel Buck's animal sperm shoot deep up
into her gratefully welcoming belly.  Her head whirled in depraved
sensuality as the thin, powerful squirts surged wildly up into her
open bowels, her smoothly rounded buttocks contracting
spasmodically as the hot wet passage of her rectum squeezed
desperately at the jerking cock.  Thick white fluid oozed from her
tightly locked anal muscle, and small trails of his warm wet
animal cum trickled slowly down between her thighs to mingle with
Roger's cum and her own orgasmic secretions.  Her backsides
glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh, as, nearly
unconscious, Miriam slowly rolled off the three now-limp penises
which had so completely filled her every orifice.  She lay half
comatose between the sprawled naked bodies of Roger Trenton and
his son, her legs falling open loosely from the warm sense of
total satisfaction which flowed through her lifeless flesh.
     The German Shepherd stood above her, wagging his tail in
obvious satisfaction.  In a last act of obscene depravity, he
dropped his head to the wide-spread split of her loins and licked
at the white sticky liquids flowing from her still quivering cunt
and anus.  He gulped at it hungrily until at last there was no
more, and Miriam was entirely clean along the crevice of her
buttocks.  Then he lay down contentedly between her open legs, his
giant head gently nuzzling into the soft, blonde-curled slit of
her dually ravished pubic mound.



                            Chapter 6

     Slowly, Miriam Dodge's senses began to return to her, and her
warm glow of contentment began to fade as she remembered that at
last she'd been fulfilled by a man ... a man who hated and
despised her.  Roger had conquered her, and she had truly given
herself to him and his dog ... to anybody he'd wished, his hold
over her was so strong.  But it was too late for her.  With
returning bitterness she knew that he dominated her out of
vengeance and fury, not love and compassion ...
     "Gee, Dad," she heard young Mark gasp in a trembling whisper.
"That was too much!  Wasn't Mommy great, fucking all three of us
at the same time?"
     Miriam cringed, waiting for the blistering sarcasm she was
certain would come from his father's lips as soon as he realized
the boy called her "Mommy".
     "She sure was, son," Roger sighed in reply.  "She's the
finest Mommy you could have."
     Miriam was struck dumb by Roger's gentle words.  Unable to
stop herself, she stared unashamedly at the handsome older man,
and saw an infinite amount of tenderness in his expression as he
gazed back at her.  She opened her mouth to speak several times
before she managed to say anything at all.
     "But ... But, I'm not really Mark's mother," she gasped.  "I
mean ... you hate me, Roger.  You hate me too much to let him call
me that."
     "I did," Roger Trenton confessed.  "When I came here, all I
wanted to do was hurt and punish you.  But not any longer."  He
looked at her with passionate eyes.  "Darling, I love you."
     "And ... and I love you, my dear," Miriam confessed.
     "I want you to marry me.  I want you to really be my wife,
and be a mother to my son.  We'll be the happiest family in the
world!"
     "And we'll do this every night?" Mark gasped delightedly.
     "Twice on Sunday!" his father promised.
     "I'll suck for you, my two wonderful men," Miriam exclaimed.
"And fuck, whenever you want me to ... and even when you don't."
     "Oh ... Oh, and Buck, too?" Mark asked excitedly.
     "I promise!" she whispered in return.  "All of us together!"
     "Then you'll marry me, Miriam?" Roger joyously questioned.
"You ... will ... and always be our own forever?"
     Miriam sighed, her heart pounding powerfully against her
chest.  God, how fulfilling her life would be!  It was going to be
beautiful for all of them!  Yes ... everything had turned out
right after all!  "Forever," she fervently answered.



                             The End

