Chapter 1
It was the first day of school for Miss Roberta Stevenson. She looked forward to the beginnings of her new career and was eager to begin.
Teaching was something that she had always wanted to do, ever since she first entered Kindergarten. She loved and admired her teachers and knew from the start that a teaching career was going to be hers.
She worked towards that goal for many long years. Her college training was geared towards teaching on the junior high school level, and her student teaching was at Washington Junior High School in the respectable suburb of Springdale Farms.
Forrest Junior High couldn't be much different, Miss Stevenson told herself. After all, the children in the school were the same age as those where she "student-taught." It was true that it was located right in the heart of downtown Taft City, but what difference could there possibly be? Miss Stevenson soon found out.
Her first day at Forrest was not the kind of day she had envisaged for herself, and from the beginning she wondered if she would make it through the term.
Forrest had held out much promise. The principal, Dr. Jeffrey Strong had assured her that he would make sure that she was happy there. She wouldn't have to worry about a thing, he told her. She did have some apprehensions about the place, since it was located in the center of the city, but somehow the name of the school, Forrest, had suggested to her country air and clean living, and even though she knew it wouldn't really have any bearing on the place, it did remind her of her childhood. Miss Stevenson, of course, should have realized that it was named for a local educator, a Dr. Jerome Forrest, and had nothing at all to do with trees and running brooks.
"All right children," said Miss Stevenson on the very first day, "I would appreciate it if you would fill out these cards so I will know who you are."
There was much murmuring and whispering in the room, and several of the children laughed. She was quite confused, since her education books had told her that the children would fill out the cards without so much as a peep. Textbooks, unlike art-do not imitate life.
"Okay that's enough." she said firmly. "If you will put your names on the cards, we can get down to more serious business."
A voice called out from the back of the room, "We'll give you the business teacher," it said.
"Who said that."
"He did."
"Who's he?"
Silence. This seventh grade class was giving Miss Stevenson a hard time. It was going to be the first of many hard times.
She ignored the buzzing that continued to fill her ears, and decided ihat she would proceed in spite of them. "Okay class," she said, "I am going to give you your assignments for the first day. We have some new books, and I would like to distribute them." She pointed to a student sitting in the very first row.
"Me, teacher?"
"Yes, you," she said, "and you may call me Miss Stevenson."
"Okay, teach," said the boy, "I'll call you Miss Stevenson. You are a miss, ain't you?"
"Yes, why?"
"Just wanted to know if you've been getting any lately." The class giggled. Miss Stevenson's face turned beet red.
"Hey!" called out another boy, "Lookit-teach's face turning colors." The class began to laugh uncontrollably. Miss Stevenson sat down. This was certainly not in her school books.
If she had had her wits about her, she would have expected something like this. She would have realized, that being an attractive blonde teacher, she would have to expect to attract the interest of the eleven and twelve-year-old boys in the class. But she didn't expect it, and it flustered her.
"I don't want to get any of you in trouble," she began, "but.. . "
"Hey, teach, we gets you in trouble, you don't gets us boys in trouble."
"Boy, I'd like to sure get her in trouble," shouted a boy from the back. "I'd like to get her in trouble lots of times."
"You couldn't even get it up!" laughed another boy.
"Yes he can," answered a girl who sat next to him. As we said, Miss Stevenson was in for a very hard time.
"Okay, that's enough," said Miss Stevenson, who had not yet learned the meaning of enough, "we do have work to do."
"I'd like to work on you," said the boy in the front seat.
"Okay, what's your name?" she asked him firmly. "You come up here."
"Sure," he said. "I'll come whenever you want." More laughter. Still more laughter when the boy began to rub his crotch.
"Now, what's your name?" said Miss Stevenson.
"I forget."
"Come on, or you'll have to go to the principal's office."
"I don't wanna go to the principal's office."
"Good, then tell me your name, and you won't have to go." She hadn't gotten the cards back from the students and she therefore still didn't know their names. "If you give me any more trouble, then I'll have you removed from the class."
"Oh, I wouldn't want that, teach," said the boy. "My name is George Washington."
"All right, I'm sending you downstairs to Dr. Strong. He knows what to do with boys like you."
"Dr. Strong is a faggot. I don't want to go to him. He does dirty things with boys."
"He is not," said Miss Stevenson. "I don't know why you said that, but you will be very sorry you did."
"Oh, maybe I'm wrong, teach," said the boy. "Maybe you know for sure otherwise."
"For the last time, what is your name?"
"Joseph."
"Joseph what?"
"Not Joseph What. Joseph Baker."
"Is this your real name?"
"Honest, teach. Here, I'll show you." He took out an identification card. It read Joseph Baker. "Satisfied?"
"Yes, but don't call me teach. I'm Miss Stevenson. Now, Joseph, I think that we'll all get along much better if you and your friends would just cooperate with me. That way, we can all be very happy here for the time we spend together."
"Okay, teach," said Joseph. "I mean Miss Stevenson. Can I go back to my seat now?"
"Yes, of course," said Miss Stevenson. "Now, I hope we don't have any trouble anymore. I will make good on my threat to send each and every one of you who interrupts this class right down to Dr. Strong. He can be a very nice person, or he can be very mean. It's up to you how he behaves."
"He's a faggot."
"Who said that?"
"He did."
Miss Stevenson couldn't make out who said all these things. She was beginning to lose her self-confidence from the very first day. She wondered how she would be able to last as a teacher. She didn't think she would live out the day, much less a whole lifetime as a teacher of seventh graders. If only she could go back and teach out in Springdale Farms. The kids weren't like that out there.
"All right," said Miss Stevenson, "I would like to pass out these textbooks. Place your names in them as you receive them. You will be responsible for them if you damage or lose them."
"You got nice tits," said a voice. She ignored that remark.
"She does not," said another. "Yes she does."
"No she doesn't."
"All right, boys, that's enough. Quiet down. We have work to do."
"I bet she has a yummy cunt."
"Okay," said Miss Stevenson very angrily, "if you don't tell me who said that, all of you will go down to Dr. Strong. I'm not kidding now either."
"Whatsamatter, teach? You don't got a yummy cunt?"
"You! What's your name?" She found a culprit at last.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You know I'm talking to you."
"I forget."
"Think hard."
"I'm thinking hard, teach, I'm thinking very hard." He patted his crotch. She blushed and the and the class laughed.
"Okay, down you go. You go right now to Dr. Strong's office."
"I'm sorry, teach, I'm Douglas Harrison. I promise to be good."
"No. Go downstairs. If you don't go now, I will see to it that you are expelled. I will call your parents and then you will be very sorry that you didn't listen to me."
"I'm sorry Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I promise I won't say things like that again. My father will kill me if you call him."
"Maybe that's what you need."
"I'll be good, honest I will."
"Well.. . " She hesitated. "I guess if you really mean it, I'll let you get away with it this time, but if you do anything else that I find offensive, down you go to the principal, and I will personally call your father."
"Thanks, teach, I mean Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I promise to be good."
"See that you keep your promise," she told him sternly. "I don't like troublemakers. I don't think anybody likes troublemakers."
The class seemed to settle down. The threat of calling their parents and sending them down to the principal's office seemed to be working. Maybe that's all they needed to see. They wanted to know just how far they could push their teacher. Miss Stevenson was certain that they knew she couldn't be pushed around very much.
She got back all the name cards, and distributed several books. She was actually able to teach a lesson to them, even if she didn't accomplish as much with it as she had originally hoped to. Miss Stevenson was sure that she was going to have no more trouble with her class.
"Well, class, you've been very good today. I hope that we now understand each other. I would like to make it clear that I don't like boys or girls who are unruly."
"Goody for you," said a boy. This time she seemed to recognize the voice.
"Did you say something, Douglas?"
"Me? No."
"I think you did."
"No, I didn't."
"Well, you'll have to stay after class anyway," she said. "Everyone else can now go home. You will have to stay late at school."
"But I got a date, teacher," he protested.
"It will just have to wait."
"My father expects me."
"Which is it?" she asked. "You've got a date, or you're father expects you?"
"Both."
"What does that mean?"
"I've got a date with my father." Everyone laughed as they left the classroom. Miss Stevenson was now alone with Douglas.
"Okay, Douglas, you know what you promised me this morning."
"Yeah."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Do you want me to call your father?"
"I don't care what you do. You have no right to keep me in school."
"I have every right to do it. You have no right to call out in class."
"How come you have all the rights and I have none?"
"That's the way it is in class," she said firmly. "You will do as I say."
"I will not." Douglas was becoming very sullen. He seemed to be getting very upset.
"Yes you will. If you don't want to cooperate with me, then I will just have to talk to your father about your behavior. I really can't tolerate this nonsense."
"Okay, teach, have it your way. I don't give a fuck."
"What was that?"
"I said I don't give a fuck. You know what that means, don't you teach? Or are you one of them virgins?"
"I know what it means," said Miss Stevenson, blushing again. "I don't need any instruction from you about anything."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm going now. Maybe I'll be back tomorrow."
She started to block the door. "You are not going anywhere. You are going to stay here until you apologize for what you've said."
"I will not."
"You will so, or you and I will spend the evening here."
"Get out of my way, teach!" He started to pull her away from the door. She held firm. He ran to her desk and found a yardstick. He picked it up and threatened her with it.
"Give that to me!" she demanded, trying not to show her fear.
"Let me go!"
"Give me that ruler!" She reached for it and in doing so, her hand brushed against his crotch. He stopped. She realized what she had done.
"Hey, you like that teach? Want to do that again?"
"Just give me the ruler. That's all I want from you."
"Oh, yeah? Well, here it is." He held it in such a way that her hand was very near his fly. As soon as she had taken hold of the ruler, he grabbed her hand and held in onto his crotch. His cock was getting stiff. He was very well hung and he wanted Miss Stevenson to know just how many inches his prick was.
"Douglas! Please!"
"Oh, you like that teach? Want to feel some more?" He held her hand firmly in place as he rubbed his crotch up and down. She felt his meat stiffening inside his pants. She tried to show indifference, but she was attracted by the size of his organ.
Miss Stevenson said nothing. She was too busy being amazed that a young boy like Douglas would have such a large penis. She felt some faint stirrings inside her body, and she could feel her cunt beginning to lubricate.
"Come on, Miss Stevenson," said Douglas, realizing that she was holding on to his cock even without his assistance. "I've got something to show you."
He sat down on top of her desk. "What do you want?" she asked.
"You know," he said. "I know what you want."
"What do I want?" she asked, not remembering at that moment that she was his teacher and that she was supposed to discipline him for calling out in class. She knew what she wanted, and she was beginning to crave it. She wanted his cock. She wanted that young boy's hard prick and she wanted it now.
"Come on," said Douglas. "Here is what you want. I can tell that you want it." He began to unzip his pants. His teacher did nothing to stop him. She was completely entranced by the size of Douglas' hard meat.
He took out his cock and balls from his pants. It was bigger than she had imagined and she gasped when she saw it.
"It's big, huh?" he said to her. "You like them big?"
She didn't answer, but he could see that she couldn't take her eyes off it. He knew that she loved big cocks, and that he was going to be able to get away with anything at all that term because of his gigantic cock and balls.
Miss Stevenson took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it. "This is very nice, Douglas," she said to him. "You really have a lot of cock meat."
"You bet I do," he replied. "I've got a fucking big prick and balls and I'm going to let you share it. Would you like it?"
"Y-yes," she stammered. "I would. I would like it very much. What do you want me to do with it, Douglas?" she asked. "I will do anything at all for that big piece of prick meat."
"I want you to suck it," he replied. "I would like you to suck my hard prick. Suck me off, teacher. Suck my big hard dick!"
Miss Stevenson opened her mouth around his hard shaft. Her tongue flicked out and began to lick on the tip of his cock head. She couldn't control herself. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she felt that she had to. It had been so long since she had even seen a cock as magnificent as this one that Douglas was offering to her. She desperately craved cock meat. She loved pricks and balls and everything that a young boy had to offer. She didn't know it then, but that probably was the reason that she had become a junior high school teacher. She wanted young cock meat, and she would do anything in the world to get it.
"Suck that hard cock, teacher!" he commanded. "Oh, baby, I want you to suck hard on my big fucking hard dick!"
Miss Stevenson began to suck his cock up and down. Her wet mouth covered his hard shaft from the tip all the way down to the base of his prick and she began to lick his balls.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he cried. "That's so good. I love that, teach. Oh, baby, suck my cock. My balls feel so hot, oh, baby, suck me! Suck my cock! Lick my balls, baby. Eat that fucking hard prick meat!"
Her tongue licked every inch of his hard cock. She was going wild. She began to suck harder and harder on his huge dong. His prick slid all the way down her throat and still she craved it some more, It wasn't enough for her. She had to feel all of it in her mouth.
"Oh, baby!" he cried as she took his balls into her mouth and tried to swallow them. "Oh, God, this feels wonderful! Suck it! Eat my fucking hard cock!"
She was loving every bit of it. She loved to suck cock. Miss Stevenson's face was filled with that young boy's hard prick and she still couldn't get enough. Her tongue licked and sucked all up and down his spear.
He began to pump harder and harder into her face. His entire penis was inside her mouth and he slammed it down her throat even harder.
"Suck me!" he screamed. "Suck my fucking hard cock! Eat it! Suck it! Suck that fucking hard cock!" His body began to pulsate wildly in her mouth. She sucked it harder and harder and she knew that he was about to shoot his load down her throat. She craved feeling that hard meat inside her mouth. She wanted to suck and suck and suck it.
"Oh, baby I'm shooting!" he shouted as the first wave of hot cream gushed out of the tip of his cock. "I'm coming, teach! I'm shooting my hot come!" His prick pounded wildly inside her face as his juice squirted out and poured down her thirsty throat.
She started sucking even harder, not wanting to miss a single drop of his young cream. She sucked out every bit that she could. She hungrily swallowed it, and still wanted more.
"Oh, baby, that was good," he exclaimed as his come was still dribbling down her chin. "Oh, teach, you really know how to suck cock."
Miss Stevenson looked at her pupil and smiled. "It was good," she said. "It was very good."
"You must love sucking cock very much," he told her, "or you wouldn't have been able to do such a great job on my prick and balls. It was dynamite. It was really terrific."
"I do like it," she said. "I enjoy sucking cock especially when it is such a big cock. The bigger the prick, the better I like it."
"I'm glad," he told her, "because I have a really big prick. I'm glad that I made you happy."
"You certainly did," she said. "You made me very happy. I loved it, Douglas. I think that I would like to suck your cock lots of times."
"That can be arranged," said Douglas. "My prick loved being inside your face."
Miss Stevenson looked at her pupil. He was still hard. His cock refused to go down even after his wild and wet orgasm.
"Yeah," he said, noticing that she saw his cock remaining stiff, "my prick doesn't get soft until I've come a couple of times. I think I would like to fuck you now."
Miss Stevenson stood up. "It's getting late Douglas," she said. "I think that you ought to be going. Didn't you say that you had a date this afternoon?"
"Well, yeah, I did," he told her. "It was with some girl who promised to suck my cock, but you did a much better job. It doesn't matter if I see her now."
"Well, you still shouldn't stand her up," said Miss Stevenson. "You can still see her, if you want to."
"Nan, it doesn't matter," said Douglas. "I don't really like her. She just does a great job of cocksucking. You did a better job, though. You gave me the best blowjob I've ever had."
"Well, I think you should be going," she said. "I've got to get home myself."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I would really like to fuck you."
"Yes," she said. "I don't think that a student should fuck his teacher."
"But you sucked my cock," he protested. "Why should that be different?"
"Because it is," she replied. "Look, I don't want to argue with you. You have a very big and beautiful cock, but there is more to life than that. You should consider yourself lucky that I won't call your father or tell Dr. Strong about your misbehavior in class."
"What do you mean I'm lucky. I think you are the lucky one."
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, teach, you are lucky because I don't let just anybody suck my cock. Very few girls are allowed to suck it. All of them know how big it is, but they can't all get it. You are the one who should consider herself lucky."
"All the same, you really could be punished for what you were doing in class. I don't think that I need to thank you."
"Well, have it your way teacher. I'm going home." Douglas put his still hard penis back inside his pants. It made quite a bulge in his trousers, but he was too eager to get away from his ungrateful teacher to wait for it to become flaccid. He was very irritated with her.
Miss Stevenson stayed behind in the classroom thinking about what she had just done. It was completely unprofessional. She had never thought anything like this could ever happen. What had she done? Why had she sucked the cock of one of her pupils?
She began to gather her things. How could she have done such a thing? How could she have taken the liberty to have a sexual act with a boy of eleven or twelve? It was true that he seemed more mature than that. But still, why?
Miss Stevenson couldn't put out the picture of his enormous prick and balls. That was really something. She loved big cocks. Ever since she was a little girl and she had seen her father pissing, she was fascinated by the sight of an enormous cock and balls. It really excited her even then, and when her father was pissing, not realizing that his daughter was watching him, she began to masturbate. It made her feel so good, that from then on, she had an enormous fascination for huge cocks and balls.
The hour was late, and the new teacher realized that she had to be getting home. She needed to plan her lessons for the week now that she knew what her class would be like, and she didn't want to get to bed too late.
She lived alone, and there would be no one to prepare dinner for her. Her first day at school had been, all around, something that she would never have expected. It had been strange from the very beginning when her class didn't respond to her, to the end of the day, when she responded perhaps too much to one of her pupils.
She shouldn't have done it, she said to herself. She shouldn't have sucked Douglas' cock, but she couldn't help herself. It was so big and she craved it so much. Well, she thought, at least I won't feel the need so much now. At least now I can get right down to business.
Miss Stevenson headed for home, pleased that she had gotten through the most difficult day she would ever encounter at school, her first, and from now on, it would be clear sailing. Clear fucking would have been more like it.