Chapter 11

When she got home, she went to bed and got a good nights sleep, and the next morning she felt alive and happy again, and tried to shove aside any disturbing thoughts. But one thought wouldn't leave her-what if the Principal caught on to what she was doing. This thought continued to haunt her as she fixed her blender breakfast, and headed for school. Yet, when she came to school there wasn't a sign of anything wrong. Even Miss Worthington didn't notice her walk in, and the Principal was in his office.

"Good morning, Miss Lee," students greeted her as she went to her classroom door and opened it. And nothing seemed to bother her until her free period when she began reading the stories of her students.

Lenora Ferguson had done quite a bit of writing, and as she read what she had to say, she flipped out: "I suppose it all began when I used to attend those pajama parties for kids.

Mom and Dad didn't object because it was just girls, but little did he know what went on. Instead of wearing pajamas, we would go bare naked. You see we always made it a point to tell the parents not to bother us in the bedroom, and once when the parents were gone, we girls tried having sex with each other. We learned we could have a ball eating pussy, and understood why the boys like to go down on us. But, it wasn't long before we widened our little pajama party get-togethers to free-for-alls where boys could come to, and get their rocks off. It was here I really learned about sex."

She put the paper aside and picked up the paper Bill Harper had written. Bill began by saying, "I don't think there is anything wrong with kids having their sex kicks. After all, a boy can have just as much sex-power as an eighteen year old and sometimes more. It isn't right to fasten an age onto sexual maturity, when Mother Nature has made each boy and each girl ripe for sex at a different age. For example, I was ready to get my rocks off at fifteen-and did.

I was living at my aunt's place, and she was one gorgeous piece of ass, much too much for my Uncle Harry to handle. When he was gone on a business trip for a week I decided it was time to try my luck and getting a piece of ass of her.

The problem was I didn't have any idea how to go about it. But, finally one Saturday night when I'd been jerking on it, and almost there, I decided that the thing to do was to face it-go in and stand there bare ass naked with my dong standing right up and asking for it, so I did just that.

But, she was sound asleep, so I couldn't surprise her that way. The only sensible thing I figured was to surprise her and slip in bed with her so that was what I did. I threw the covers back, and slid in bed with her, and pressed my prick against her. She didn't put up any big objection, and to my great surprise, she started kissing me all over like I never been kissed before. And then she reaches down there, and feels of it. It didn't take that hot cunt long until she was down there between my legs herself. She pulled my prick into her mouth and started sucking on it. This drove me out of my mind. I'd never had anybody give me a blow-job before, and to feel her hot mouth sliding back and forth on my dirty old prick, drove me crazy. I told her right out, 'Suck it, honey-suck it off!'

'That's it,' I panted as I pushed it to her. It touched the back of her throat, and then I drove it down her throat. I was surprised at myself for the way I was going to town on my first piece.

'Suck me, suck me,' I begged her, and she did alright. She hung on my thighs like I never knew a woman could. And she got me so hot, I couldiTt take much of that fucking around. And then, I drove it down her throat and my hot cum exploded while I was throat fucking her.

But, when she finished sucking on my joint, I couldn't get it to go down like it usually did when I finished jerking off. But, she didn't care one iota, ndt her. She was a hot-blooded honey, and when I rolled over on my back, she got on top. I didn't have to do a thing. She slid down on my dong, and wiggled her ass around in a hurry. Then, I caught on how they do it. Reaching up, I played with her titties, and pinched the nipples. We were really riding the old pole, and I couldn't hang on long. I got my gun off, and she squeezed my juicy dick in her hot cunt.

When her husband came back, of course I had to find me some other outlet. Next door there was this hot cunt stripper who lived by herself, and I decided to keep her company one night when she got off work about three in the morning. My aunt and uncle were gone, so I slipped out of the house, and went around to the backyard, and pried a screen off, and got in a window. I waited in the dark for her, and she got the shock of her life when I jumped up bare butt naked and tells her I'm going to tear off a piece.

She was angry at first, but when she saw how well hung I was and recognized I was the next door neighbor kid, she smiled, '"Damned if you ain't a man already," she chuckled, and slipped out of her clothes. When I got a load of the pair of the knockers, she had on her, I knew why she was working at the 'Sometime House' bar as a stripper. She had a wild wiggle, and I followed it over to her bed, where she got on and spread those legs for me. She began massaging herself down at her vagina, and I got so excited I went down there and began licking all around her cunt. Soon, she didn't have to tell me a damned thing. Mom Nature took over, and I drove my hot tongue up her hole, and fucked her with it.

Don't think she didn't like it too. She was so wild about the way I ate her cunt out, she suggested we try a sixty-nine. And so I moved around so she could let me feed her my cock, and at the same time I could suck her juicy pussy. It was a beautiful arrangement. The double action really stimulated me.

'Suck on it,' I cried out passionately as the thrills raced up and down my spine. 'Ohhh, yes, that's it, suck on my cunt-suck it,' I begged her. And how she sucked. She'd take the whole joy stick in her mouth, and then slide way off it, and just keep her mouth on the head like a suction cup. It was tremendous to watch her while I ate her at the same time. We both enjoyed sex, and I had an idea she was a hustler, as well as being a stripper. The way, she grabbed the cock, and the know-how she had when she massaged my nuts, and played around with my ass clued me in.

And I liked the way she knew how to suck on my joint. She had a kind of sucking style that my aunt didn't know anything about. By letting her lower lip drag over the head of my cock, she made it feel fantastic. I wanted to drive it down her throat, as she'd gotten me so hot I had to throat-fuck her, and finish it off.

At the same time, I was turning-on with her pussy. When I'd jab my tongue around inside her, and make little flicking motions against her clit, she'd wiggle around like she was going out of her gourd. And I'd let my tongue lick the walls of her vagina.

We developed a rhythm all our own, and soon we were about out of our minds like two sex-maniacs.

And then it happened! I will never forget it. We made it together on target. I loved her for loving me like this. It was beautiful.

As I sucked her cunt juices, she gobbled my prick. We hung-on like this for about five minutes, neither of us wanting to release the other, we were enjoying it that much."

Miss Lee put the paper down. She looked out the window, at the turning leaves starting to fall off the trees that shaded and protected the old brick schoolhouse.

And a sadness surged inside her. Can't kids be just kids anymore? This question haunted her. Had movies, teevee, books turned them into a sex-obsessed bunch of young people? If all they could do was think about fucking, where would it end?

It was time for the Drama periods now, and she took the papers and locked them up in her file cabinet, not wanting them to be seen by just anyone. She determined to speak to both Lenora Ferguson and Bill Harper about what they'd disclosed to her in their English papers.

Then she picked up a few copies of her script for "A Roman Scandal" as the bell rang. The Romans had nothing on us she smiled, as she thought about the obvious display of youthful sex decadence. And then it hit her with sharp impact. Perhaps she too was a part of this decadence. Maybe she shouldn't be carrying on like this at all.

As she stepped into the auditorium, she noticed the students were going to their appointed dressing rooms and posing no problem whatsoever. She was glad that they were doing what she wanted them to without any big fuss. And then she went through the two hour rehearsal. After it was all over, one student remained, "I want to talk to you, Teach," he said, "My brother can't make it Saturday night-but I can.

"Oh, that's too bad," Susan Lee smiled, "I'd arranged for a girl friend of mine to join us."

"That's alright with me," Jerry smiled, "Is she as good looking as you are?"

"Almost, but not quite," she said, "That is a very bad question to pose to another female. Underneath, we're all feline and claw!"

"Alright, then I'll see you two beauties Saturday night," he smiled, and then he turned around and was gone. But, before she could get out of the auditorium, Miss Worthington stepped in.

"The Principal and I want to see you," she announced.

"When."

"Right away."

"Where?"

"In the Principal's office."

A shiver of fear ran down her spine as she headed for the Principal's office. She didn't know what on earth he wanted to see her about, and it bothered her thinking it could well be someone had talked. Could it be Jerry? Could it be his brother? Oh, dear god, she thought--maybe it's Manuel! But, why on earth would they talk? Wouldn't they have a lot to lose if she quit having sex with them.

All these thoughts and many thoughts like them raced through her mind causing her no little upset.

But, she decided there was only one way to face the problem. That simply was head-on. So, she decided she would swallow hard, keep a stiff upper lip, and remain cool, and remote. Let them try to prove it, she thought. It's my word against theirs, and I'll defy them to make me quit teaching. They'll have to prepare for a nice court battle. I'm not giving up, she thought. Not quite yet. As she stepped into the Principal's office, she noticed Miss Worthington was standing behind his desk, looking down at a note pad where she'd made a lot of notes. No doubt she was the fly in the ointment; the Mata Hari of Le Grady High.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked crisply.

"Yes, sit down," the Principal said, no smile coming to his face at all.

She sat down, and looked at him with clear blue eyes, doing her best to maintain her innocent pose. She was fighting for her survival, and she knew it all too well.

"Hi," she spoke to Miss Worthington, as Miss Worthington shot her a cold glance and didn't answer.

"Miss Lee," the Principal began, as Miss Worthington came out from behind his desk and sat down in a chair, "Miss Lee, I wish you'd understand it gives me great pain to ever find it necessary to have a talk like this with a teacher-"

"I'm sure it does," Miss Lee smirked.

"Well, it's been called to my attention that there have been some regularities in your classroom."

"Irregularities?"

"Yes," he nodded, "For one thing you assigned a paper on sex-did you not?"

"Well, yes, and no," Miss Lee hedged.

It was then, Miss Worthington joined in with her rejoinder, "My dear, you can't have it both ways-you either did or did not assign the students in your first period English class to write on their sexual experiences."

"It happened like this."

"I don't have time for needless gory details," the Principal grimaced.

"Well, if you want it that way-yes, what was so wrong about that?"

"Plenty," Miss Worthington assured her with the arched eyebrow indicating she meant business.

"Sex is always a problem in a high school," the Principal explained, "These children are hot-blooded and they're eager to use their bodies as they see fit. We can't allow them this. If we did, the boys would probably be having intercourse with most of the girls-only a few fat ones would be left out."

Miss Lee took this opportunity to give a glance at Miss Worthington's direction, as if to say, baby-you've never had anything to worry about in the rape department, have you?

And then the Principal informed her, "We found it necessary to go up to your classroom, and use our office key to open your file cabinet-"

"What?" Miss Lee gasped, changing color quickly, and Miss Worthington seized this opportunity to lash back.

"My dear, we do this whenever we suspicion a teacher is betraying her noble trust-"

"Yes that's right, if we think some teacher has, shall we say-gotten out of line-we find it necessary to help her get back in step, so to speak."

"I get you," Miss Lee replied coldly, "Go on, Sherlock!"

"How dare you talk to our Principal like that?" Miss Worthington flared in anger, and looked at the Principal squarely to see if he'd stand for her obvious insolence.

"I know you're very upset about this, but don't get to uptight. I must warn you, Miss Lee. I have it in my power to fire you this instant--do you understand?"

"Sure, go on," she snapped casually. "So what's new?"

"These horrid, vile sex experiences of your two students, Lenora Ferguson and Bill Harper," he replied.

"I found them amusing," she said quickly.

"She would," Miss Worthington interjected.

"They're far from amusing. And I hope I can bring you back to reason real quick-like as I will be forced to fire you instantly if-"

As he said the word 'fire,' all the humiliation and embarrassment that could accompany such an act seared through her mind. It tortured her, to think of being thrown out of work because she hadn't listened to her own reason.

"I see you can calm down," the Principal said, bringing the weight of both elbows on his desk, as he looked her squarely in the eye.

"Yes, I can," she said quietly.

"She's just trying to save her own skin," Miss Worthington contributed.

"I'm going to have to make a report about this for the down town office," the Principal said, and then added, "I want you to tell your students you are sorry you made the assignment-"

This hit her in the pit of the stomach. If only he'd be human enough to let her explain how she got into the predicament in the first place it would be so easy to understand. But, the way he presented it, she was the complete culprit.

"All right," she assured him, "I'll tell them-"

"What?" Miss Worthington smiled without humor.

"I'll tell my first period English class I'm sorry I assigned them to write about their sexual experiences-is that legalistic enough for both of you?"

"Don't get testy with me, young lady," the Principal sputtered, "I'm being very tolerant, and compassionate and so is Miss Worthington."

Susan Lee nodded, and giving a side glance at Miss Worthington she observed the hypocritical look of goodness, and then she wanted to vomit, but there was no vomit bag provided for this shaky ride.

"Is that all?"

"Not quite," he said, "Your play, 'A Roman Scandal' is not the type of thing we have in mind for our Drama Department to present. Miss Worthington took it upon herself to read the entire play for us, and she warned us of possible consequences."

Now, the nosey do-gooder was ready to give her own views, and she delighted in revealing how she felt about the whole matter.

"Well, I don't think we need to go back to the most decadent period of history in man's past to find something for our young people. God knows we're crumbling quick enough without glorying in Rome's orgy-type existence."

"You see, we've thought it over, and we've picked another play."

"You have?"

"Yes, 'Alice in Wonderland' is a great thing for the kids to think of. It utilizes imagination, and is a powerful play. So, Miss Worthington and I have taken it upon ourselves to order some copies of it for your Drama Class."

"Thank you," Miss Lee said without feeling an ounce of gratitude. "As a matter-of-fact, I think you should have revived 'Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm', wouldn't that be more pure?"

"Don't get sarcastic," Miss Worthington told her in no uncertain terms. "And if you must know we did consider 'Rebecca of Sunny brook Farm' but felt perhaps many of Rebecca's farm scenes could be taken two ways."

-Oh, no-"

"Yes, Miss Lee," the Principal nodded, "you see, you don't vibrate like a teacher at all-"

"Vibrate? Is that a pre-requisite too?"

"In a way it is," he smiled, "You see we all have vibrations, and when we dwell on lower things, we vibrate in a low-key."

"And I vibrate sex-"

"When you wear skirts up to your navel, what woman wouldn't?" Miss Worthington asked in her finest syrupy tone.

"I'm dressing in the way the styles are-I'm sorry."

"So am I," the Principal said flatly, "Your dress has caused a lot of eyebrow raising."

"And so-"

"So, we're here to teach, and not titillate the hot young students," the Principal said, "It isn't one bit funny to throw on clothes that barely conceal the genitals, and expect them to act decent."

"Absolutely," Miss Worthington added, "If you dress indecently, your students will start to think indecently-and I'm afraid-"

"What are you trying to say?"

"Never mind," Miss Worthington smiled, as she shook her head, "Aren't you in enough trouble for today?"

"Are you trying to infer I'm having sex with my students?" Susan Lee cut loose, unable to hold back any longer.

The Principal seized on this opportunity immediately. "Are you?"

"Oh, dammit, no," she cried, and her body was wracked with sobs. But, her tears didn't bring any response from Miss Worthington, but a knowing nod, which the Principal picked up on instantly.

"Why are you crying, my dear?" she asked.

"You-both of you, I hate you, putting me on trial-for nothing-just because a girl wanted to write about herself and told her sex history-I have to suffer."

"You're not going to make us believe that for one minute," Miss Worthington said curtly, "It might do you good to make a clean breast of anything else you've got on your conscience." For a flash Miss Lee thought it might indeed feel marvelous to tell the awful truth about her torrid sexual encounters with her students. But, as she raised her head, and looked through tear-streaked eyes at the Principal and at Miss Worthington, she realized anew how intensely she disliked both of them and she vowed she'd never tell them a thing.

"Well-" the Principal said firmly, hoping he could get some information out of her.

"Is there something between you and Jerry Winters?" Miss Worthington asked softly, hoping to try a new ploy to obtain the information she must have to fire her for good.

"You're both out of your minds to talk to me like this," she finally said softly. "In the first place, I've been accused of things I can explain, and in the second place I'd never think of involving myself in an intimate manner with any student, at any time, at any place. Can you understand that?"

And then she noticed something. The Principal had been doing something in a drawer to the right of his desk. And when she heard the telltale sound of the tape recorder stopping, their eyes met. And she realized the entire grilling had been taped, no doubt for her teacher expellation trail at a later date.

"Can I go now?" she said angrily, realizing how wrong it, had been to weep, and practically tell them she was guilty. Her own conduct had become her own indictment.

"I think you can," the Principal smiled, completely satisfied with what he'd accomplished.

"Good day, Miss Lee," Miss Worthington smiled, and it was this damned smile she always had plastered on her hypocritical face that constantly drove her into a frenzy. Why didn't she try frowning for once?

Miss Lee didn't say another word. Instead, she got to her feet, and held her head regally, and moved away from them both in a stoic silence that bothered her no end to maintain, but maintain it she did. She put her key back in the teacher's box outside, and went out of the office, and down the hall. She brushed a tear aside, and went across the campus to her car. And there was Jerry Winters sitting on the front fender. Her heart sank, and she turned around to see if anyone was watching.

Her suspicion was rewarded with the sight of both the Principal and Miss Worthington standing on the front steps of the school, and looking directly at both of them.

"Oh, Jerry," she sighed, "You mustn't come here! You mustn't!"

"Why not?"

"I'm in bad trouble. Please call me in about an hour or so, will you?"

"Yes, yes, Teach-I'm sorry," he said sincerely, and his eyes clouded, as he caught the tears starting to roll down her cheeks.