Chapter 6

Miss Stevenson finally felt that things were all calm now. She was wrong. She entered her classroom one day and discovered that everyone was chattering and whispering and laughing about something. She figured they were talking about her, and she was right.

"What is all this talk?" she asked. "What is going on around here?"

Nobody responded. She turned to Douglas. "Do you know what is going on?"

"No," he said, but the way he answered, caused her to ask him to stay late again.

"Well," he replied. "Everybody knows that my father fucked you."

"Really? How do they know that? Did you tell them about it?"

"I did not," he said huffily. "You don't suppose that I would say a thing like that, do

"Well, someone did," she replied. "They didn't just guess at it."

"No," said Douglas. "Someone told them."

"Who knew about it, besides me, you and your father? I certainly didn't tell anyone."

"I didn't either."

"Well, you must know. You look like you are hiding something from me."

"It was Maryjane?"

"Maryjane. Of course it was Maryjane. Look, Douglas, I'm sorry I thought it was you, I should have known all the time it was Maryjane."

"Why? Why should she know about it? What does she have to do with us."

"You mean you don't know."

"What don't I know?"

"About your father and Maryjane. Your father has been seeing her."

"What!"

"Yes, I'm sorry you seem upset about it, but it's true. Your father likes girls the same age that I like boys."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have said anything about it, but that just slipped out. I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's okay," he said. "I guess it's all right. I don't really see anything wrong with it."

"Tell me, Douglas," she said. "I know that it isn't any of my business, but you have never said anything about your mother. Is she living with you?"

"No."

"Oh, could I ask you what happened."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Is she still living."

"Yes."

"Well? You don't have to tell me, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but she ran off with a delivery boy one day. The two of them haven't been heard of since."

Miss Stevenson laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry I laughed," she apologized. "I wasn't laughing at you."

"What were you laughing about?" he asked. He looked upset.

"I was just thinking, that I could have done the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. When I was in college, I had an affair with a delivery boy. We had quite a thing going. He was about your age. I guess that's possibly one reason I was so taken with you."

"My mother, my father and me all like people of very different ages from ourselves," said Douglas. "I think that's very funny."

"And so do I," said Miss Stevenson. "No wonder we are such good friends."

"Yes," agreed Douglas. "I suppose we do have that in common."

"How long ago did she run off with the boy?" Miss Stevenson asked.

"About a year or so ago. He had been seeing her for a while, and one day we found a note saying what she had done. We still don't have any idea where she is."

"Have you looked for her?"

"I wanted to, but my father was glad to be rid of her. You see, even though she liked young boys, she objected to my father fucking girls."

"It?" asked Miss Stevenson. "I don't think she had a right to be that way at all."

"She was a hypocrite, if that's what you mean," said Douglas. "She did lots of things like that. My father really didn't like her, but I did."

"It must have been very difficult for you then when she left," said Miss Stevenson sympathetically. "I think that it's hard for a young boy to lose his mother."

"Well, I guess it really wasn't so bad. She didn't spend much time with me."

"Since she liked young boys, did she ever try to seduce you?"

"Once, but she was drunk. I might have given in to her, but I couldn't stand the smell of scotch on her breath. It made me sick."

"I can understand that," said Miss Stevenson. "Well, I wouldn't want to dwell on that. It must be unpleasant for you to talk about it. I was just interested, that's all."

"Yeah, it's okay," said Douglas. "I know you must have been wondering about it."

"I was mainly interested this afternoon in finding out what the class had been talking about and who had instigated it," said Miss Stevenson. "Now that I know, I think we should both go home."

"Yeah," said Douglas.

"Or would you rather come home with me?" she asked. "I don't want you to feel that I don't want you. If you would like to, I'd be more than happy to have you."

"Well, I would like it," said Douglas. "I don't very much feel like going home and listening to my father tell me how much you liked his prick."

"I can understand that," said Miss

Stevenson. "Let's go. We can have a nice pleasant afternoon together. It will be one that we both can enjoy."

"Fine," replied Douglas. He was glad now that they had cleared the air. He wanted to prove to his father that he was a bigger hit with his teacher than his father was.

"Well," said Miss Stevenson as they arrived at her place, "what would you like to drink?"

"Actually, I don't want anything," he said. "I would just like to take it easy and maybe listen to records or something."

"Sure," she replied. She put a couple of recordings on her stereo and they sat down together on her living room sofa. She started to put her arm around Douglas. At first he was a bit hesitant, but he let her do it.

"Still upset about your father?" she asked. "You really shouldn't be. I can't tell you enough how important you are to me. He was good, I must admit that, but I like you. You shouldn't be shy about it."

"Oh, I'm not," he said. "I was just thinking about why he was doing this to me."

"He doesn't really mean to, I'm sure," she assured him. "He is probably just trying to impress you, that's all."

"Yeah, you're probably right," said Douglas.' He was glad that Miss Stevenson was such an understanding woman. He would have liked to have had her for a mother.

"Come on, cheer up," she told him. "I don't like to see you frown. You're much better looking when you smile."

Douglas smiled. "Okay," he said. "I promise you that I won't frown in front of you ever again."

"You shouldn't ever frown," she said. "You shouldn't make yourself ugly."

"Yeah," he agreed. Miss Stevenson really liked her twelve-year-old pupil. He was so young and tender that she wanted to hug him and never let him go. It made her feel really good to know that he liked her about as much as she liked him.

"Come on, Douglas, and give me a kiss. I want you to give me a really great big kiss."

Douglas reached up and kissed his teacher. She was so warm and tender and she made him feel really good.

"That's good," she said. "Kiss me again, but really mean it this time."

Douglas kissed her passionately. His tongue searched the inside of her mouth and they were locked in an embrace that lasted for some time.

"Oh, Douglas, I am so fond of you," she said. "I think I want to hold you and never let you go."

"Then don't," he said. "I don't want you to ever let me go."

Douglas began to massage his teacher's fleshy mounds. Her tit flesh was making him quite excited and he felt stirrings in his loins. His cock was getting hard and he felt that he wanted to slide his penis right up her luscious cunt.

"Oh, Douglas, touch me," she pleaded. "Touch me all over. I want to feel your hands all over my body. Make love to me, Douglas. Make mad passionate love to me!"

Douglas was getting very excited. His prick was quite hard, and he wanted to thrust it deep into her cunt hole. He wanted to give his teacher the biggest and hardest fuck she had ever received. He wanted to really prove to her that he was more of a man than his father was.

"Oh, Douglas, that feels so good," she exclaimed as his tongue began to lick her nipples. "You are really turning me on."

"I like sucking your tits, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I like sucking and licking your really hot and red nipples. They make me feel so good."

"Take all of my body," she pleaded. "Take all of me, Douglas. I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Douglas. Make me feel part of you."

Douglas was getting more and more excited. His prick was so hard, that he couldn't keep it inside his pants anymore. He wanted to rip off his clothes and really pound away at her delicate female flesh. He couldn't control himself anymore. He had to fuck her. He was really very excited, and he needed to feel release inside her body.

Douglas practically tore off Miss Stevenson s blouse. She realized that he was ripping it but she didn't care. She didn't care about her clothes, so long as Douglas was the one who was going to fuck her. She wanted that twelve-year-old young boy to fuck her hole, and she couldn't wait for it.

"Oh, Douglas!" she cried. "Your cock is so hard. Shove it into my hole, please," she begged. "Please fuck my really hot and wet cunt. I want you, Douglas, I want you like I've never wanted anything else in the whole world. Let your prick rip up my pussy flesh, Douglas. I want you to fuck me!"

Douglas was really hot now. He tore off his own clothes. His young body glistened in the afternoon sunlight, and he looked like a young version of a Greek God, with an erection.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "My cock is hotter and harder than it has ever been before. I'm going to ram your hole with my hard meat. I want to fuck you, Miss Stevenson. I want to fuck you sweet and tender hole!"

Douglas pressed his prick against her pussy hairs. It made his cock pulsate wildly and he quickly plunged his organ deep into her open flesh. "Oh, that feels so good!" he cried. "Oh, teacher, that really makes me feel good!"

"Yeh," she panted, "fuck me, Douglas. Please, oh, please fuck me really hard. I want that cock and balls, Douglas. Fuck me! Fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me!"

Miss Stevenson was craving his prick and balls. Her vagina was open as much as it could be, trying to open so wide that all of Douglas' young body could fit inside. She wanted his whole body to fuck her. His cock and balls weren't enough for her. She had to have all of him.

"Oh, I want you!" he cried. "I want to fuck all of you. I want my prick to slide all the way inside your hole. I'm fucking you, Miss Stevenson! I'm fucking your hot and sweet pussy meat!"

Douglas' prick was sliding in and out of her cunt hole faster and faster. His red and throbbing prick was pounding inside her pussy and he was sweating with the heat.

She began to scream wildly, her cunt feeling pleasures that were driving her wild. She was screaming so loudly, that she almost didn't hear the doorbell.

"Don't answer it," Douglas told her. "I'm so hot that I could burst my cock and flood your pussy with my hot juice right now. I'm going to fill you up with more cream than I've ever done before."

"Yes," she panted. "Fuck me! Shoot your come, Douglas! Fuck me with your hot prick and sweet cream!"

Douglas' prick burst forth with wave after wave of hot male juice. His sperm shot into her cunt like cannon fire. He was going wild. His balls wildly slapped against her body, sending her into ecstatic frenzied pleasurable shock.

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me! Oh, Douglas, baby, fuck me! Fuck me!" Her cunt filled up with oceans of sperm. His semen had never felt so good to her before.

His body had scarcely begun to quiet down, when the doorbell started to ring again. She didn't want to get up and answer it, and Douglas didn't want to take out his prick from her pussy, but it began to ring incessantly, and she knew that she would have to answer it.

"Get inside the bedroom," she commanded Douglas. "Throw me my robe."

Douglas did as he was told. She put her robe on and went to answer the door. "Who's there?" she asked. She looked through the peep-hole and knew the answer.

It was Douglas' father. He had figured where his son was, and when he first rang the bell, and there was no answer, he listened to see if he could her his voice. He did, and so he waited.

"Well, hello, Miss Stevenson," he said. "May I come in?"

"Well, I guess," she said. "Yes, come on in," she told him.

"Thank you," he replied. "I hope I haven't been disturbing you."

"Oh, no," she said. "You aren't disturbing us."

"Is my son here?" he asked, knowing the answer to that one.

"Well, yes," she said. "He is here. Why do you ask?"

"I thought he might be," he replied. "Could I sec him?"

"Just a moment." She went over to the bedroom door. She knocked on it. "Douglas," she began, "your father is here."

"Yeah," said Douglas.

"Can he come in? He wants to see you."

"I guess," he said.

His father walked into the bedroom. Douglas had put on his shorts and was sitting on the bed.

"Well, I suppose I don't have to ask you what you were doing here, do I?"

"I guess not," replied his son. "I suppose you know."

"Yes," said his father.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"What do you want?" asked Douglas. "Why did you come here?"

"I just wanted to make sure, that's all," he said.

"Okay," replied Douglas. "Now you know. Now what?"

"Well, I think that you could give me more of an answer than that. Why were you here fucking your teacher? Why? You could answer that for me."

"We wanted to, okay? What other reason could there be?"

"I think you should be getting on home," said his father. "I don't think you should be out here so late."

"Look," said Miss Stevenson, interrupting him, "I don't know why you two are arguing. Douglas hasn't done anything wrong, has he? You yourself said that there was nothing wrong with the two of us having sex."

"I'm not so sure about that," said Mr. Harrison. "I thought that, but I don't know if I think that any longer."

"Why? What caused you to change your mind?"

"It doesn't matter," said Douglas' father. "I think that Douglas should be getting on home now. It's kind of late."

Miss Stevenson thought that she knew the answer. She figured that his father was jealous of his son. After all, he had asked her for a date and she turned him down, and now he realized that it was because she wanted to fuck his son. He had been turned down and he was upset about it.

"You shouldn't be jealous of him," she told the older man. "After all, he is young and you know that I like them young. So do you," she said. "You've admitted as much to me."

"All the same, I don't like it," said the father. "I think that Douglas shouldn't be fucking his teacher.

"I don't mind," said Miss Stevenson. "I don't mind it if he does that. You should realize that."

"Well, he should be going," said Mr. Harrison. Mr. Harrison made no move to go himself. It became obvious to her that he was going to stay and want to fuck her, and he didn't want his son to interfere.

"Why don't you both stay?" she suggested. "I could make both of you something to eat."

He hesitated. "No, I don't think so," he finally said. "Thanks anyway."

"Well, stay anyway. I would really like the two of you to be with me. I like you both. I think that I would really like the two of you to be here with me now."

Mr. Harrison thought about it. He thought that he would really like to fuck this young woman and his cock started to get hard because of it The only thing that he was wondering, is what would his son do.

"That's a good idea," said Douglas. "I would like that."

Douglas' prick started to get erect. Miss Stevenson wondered if they would fight over her. She had never before been fought over, much less by a father and son.

Mr. Harrison put his hand over Miss Stevenson's breasts. He caressed her tits and he felt her nipples becoming stiff.

"Come on, baby," he said. "You and I have got some business to attend to."

"Sure," she said lying on the bed. "I would like that very much."

"Okay," he said. "Take off your robe."

Miss Stevenson obeyed. She would have much preferred his son to touch her, but under the circumstances, she didn't dare refuse. After all, he could just pick up his son and leave and forbid him to ever see her again outside of class. That would be a disaster for her, she thought, and she decided that she would go along with anything that he wanted, just to allow Douglas to continue to fuck her.

"I'm going to fuck you," said Douglas' father. "I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a woman. I will show you the difference between a man and a boy."

Mr. Harrison unzipped his pants. His penis was very hard and he didn't even bother to take off his clothes. He was in too much of a hurry to feel her soft cunt around his hard dick.

"How do you like that?" he asked her. "How do you like my hard cock inside your pussy?"

"I like it very much," she said. "I like the way you fuck me."

"Good," he said, "because you and I are going to be together quite a bit. I'm not going to give you up for Douglas, son or no son. You are going to be my girl, baby, and we are going to both like it very much."

"Yes," she said, "I'm sure we will. Your cock is making me feel very hot. I love the way your prick feels inside my cunt."

She would have preferred his son's cock. She wished she could push him off and pull Douglas down towards her, but he was too strong for her, and she didn't want the two of them to start fighting again.

"You know what would really turn me on?" she asked. "There's something that I would really like."

"What's that?" he asked gruffly.

"I would really like to suck on Douglas' prick. I would like that very much."

"You mean my cock isn't good enough for you?"

"Oh, no," she replied. "That's not what I mean at all. I mean that I like your cock so much and it's giving me such pleasure, that I could really go wild if I had another prick inside my mouth. I would really want that, Mr. Harrison."

"Okay," he reluctantly agreed. "Come on, Douglas. You heard the lady. Let her suck on your prick."

Douglas removed' his shorts. His prick was very hard and he wanted to feel Miss Stevenson's body around his dick. He would have preferred to fuck her, but he didn't want to challenge his father. He knew that he would lose, and probably lose the privilege of fucking Miss Stevenson ever again.

"Oh, baby, that looks good," she moaned when she saw his hard dork aiming right towards her face. "I really want that meat inside my mouth. Let me suck you off, Douglas. Let me suck you really big and hard cock meat. Oh, Douglas, your balls are so huge. I love them. Let me eat your balls and your prick baby. I want to suck your cock."

"Yes," he panted. "Suck my hard meat. Suck me, teacher, suck my fucking hot and hard dick. I'm going to face-fuck you baby. I'm going to fuck your hot and wet mouth."

Douglas slid his prick past Miss Stevenson's open lips and began to pump his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"Oh, that feels good!" he exclaimed. "My cock is really hard and hot for you, teacher. Suck that fucking hard prick. Suck me, baby! Suck my prick!"

Miss Stevenson's tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his cock head. He immediately plunged his dick into her facial orifice and she felt his balls banging against her chin.

"Oh, baby, that feels good!" he cried. "My cock is really hard inside your mouth. Suck it, baby! Suck that really hard prick meat!"

His father was pumping his cock inside her hole. He really had a big prick and balls and they were driving her completely wild.

"You like my cock baby, don't you?" he asked. She nodded her head yes. She was really more interested in the prick that was inside her mouth, than in the one up her slit.

It did feel good, though, to have two pricks inside her body. She loved hard meat, and she especially loved it when there was so much of it. Both Douglas and his father had the biggest pricks she had ever felt inside her body.

"Oh, baby!" cried Mr. Harrison. "I'm going to pump your body full of sperm. I'm going to shoot you full of my hot cream!"

His penis seemed to explode as his come shot out of the tip of his cock. It made her really wet inside her cunt hole and she felt her lubricating juices pouring out of her hole and dribbling down her side. His semen mixed with her honeys and she went wild as her boiling cunt overflowed with steaming juices.

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he cried as his balls released their reservoir of juice. "Take it all, baby! Take all of my hot cream up your slit!" He pounded and pressed his cock against her cunt walls. It had really driven him wild to fuck her hole while his son was fucking her face.

His body began to relax, as Douglas' prick was about to begin its orgasm.

"Suck his cock!" Mr. Harrison shouted. "I want to watch you lick his big piece of meat."

Miss Stevenson went wild with enthusiasm. She wanted to lick every inch of Douglas' hard cock meat. She wanted to show that older man just how much she enjoyed sucking his son's prick.

"I'm coming!" shouted Douglas. "Suck me! Suck me!! Suck my cock! I'm shooting, baby! I'm shooting your face full of come!"

Douglas's cock spurted out jets of hot cream. It completely filled up her mouth and began to ooze past her lips and onto her chin. She used her fingers to scoop up his jism and then licked her fingers so she wouldn't have to lose a single drop of his sweet cream.

"Oh, that felt good!" he exclaimed. His balls and cock was still shaking. His come still hadn't finished emptying out of his prick.

"It was really good," said Miss Stevenson. "I really loved sucking your cock. You know how to make a woman happy, Douglas. You really know how to turn me on."

"What about me?" asked Mr. Harrison. "Didn't my cock make your cunt go wild?"

"Yes," she said. "You also turned me on. Both of you made me feel better than I had ever felt before. It was dynamite. Two pricks, two big pricks inside my body at the same time is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"I'm glad you liked it," said Mr. Harrison, believing that it was his cock that had driven her to the extremes of ecstasy. "I know you love my cock and balls."

"Yes, I do," she said. She didn't want to tell him that it was his son's young prick that had really made her cunt explode the way it did, even if that particular cock was in her mouth. "I love both of your cocks and balls.

Douglas knew that he was the one who had turned his seventh grade teacher on. It was his young meat that had made her scream and cry the way she had done. It was his balls that she longed for. His father may have had more meat, but his cock was what she wanted, what she craved.

Mr. Harrison got off of Miss Stevenson's body. He felt that he had done a really great job of fucking her, and he was happy. It was the perfect solution. Each of them had gotten what they wanted, and Douglas knew now for sure, that it was his prick that meant more to his teacher than his father's larger cock and balls. Size, apparently, didn't account for everything.