Chapter 5
It was a warm night, one of the warmest nights of the spring thus far. Peggy's bedroom window was wide open. She could smell lilacs on the breeze. The balmy weather was giving her spring fever. Spring fever-that's why the kids in school had been so unusually horny lately. They were all being ruled by the ancient, instinctive desire of their blood. Spring was the natural time for fucking.
It was still early in the evening, only nine o'clock, but Peggy had decided to go up to bed early and enjoy the sounds and scents of the night before dropping off to sleep. Maybe she'd even catch up on some reading.
She undressed hurriedly and stood naked in front of the mirror. She ran her hands down over her full tits and smooth belly. She caressed her hairy pussy lovingly, then passed her hands over her round ass-cheeks. She smiled appreciatively. She was a well-built, voluptuous woman. What male in town would be able to keep from shooting off in his pants at the sight of her naked body?
She opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out the book she'd been reading. As she opened it, the bookmark fell out, and she stooped to pick it up. It was a photograph she'd taken one day through the two-way mirror in the boys' locker room, a picture of a lone naked boy with a hard-on. He was standing under the shower soaping his balls. Peggy salivated, and suddenly all the events of the day came flashing back into her mind. There were the six boys jacking off in honor of her in the shower. There was the teen couple fucking on the bench. Peggy knew she wasn't going to get any reading done tonight.
She walked to the closet where she kept her collection of keepsakes. She looked at the stack of boxes. Each contained a certain kind of pornographic material, ranging from magazines to pictures to books. It bothered her at times to think that some day someone would likely discover all her secret treasures, and she'd be found out. But she'd probably be dead then anyway, so what possible difference could it make to her?
She began checking through the boxes one at a time. Her polaroid box contained hundreds of photographs, many taken at school through the two-way mirror. Some were of freshmen cavorting playfully under the showers, while others were of muscular seniors nearly twice their size looking much more serious.
Peggy smiled to herself. Many times she'd toyed with the idea of publishing her own school yearbook. It would record for posterity the true concerns of most of the students, namely sexual games. How different it would be from the official school yearbook, which pictured mostly the innocent, straight faces of seemingly sexless students-students with nothing on their minds but books and athletics and civic responsibility. Her own book would picture these very same students wearing their true colors. Peggy smiled again and closed the box.
She took her new movie projector off the shelf. Then she reached into her box of newly acquired films and pulled one out at random. After she'd set everything up, she took out her long, rubber dildo. It felt and looked like a real cock, with veins and all. She sucked it a few times playfully, then lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
"Oh, wow," she muttered, then placed the head of the rubber dildo between her wet pussy lips. She wiggled the tool a few times, then worked it all the way up her already well-lubricated cunt. She pumped a full nine inches of it in and out of her pussy several times, then let it plug her cunt hole motionless as she lay back and flicked on the projector.
A woman with huge tits appeared on the screen. She was at least thirty-five, and a beautiful woman. She gyrated her pert ass as she walked across the room, then collapsed across a bed and spread her legs apart. She spread the lips of her extremely hairy crotch as wide as she could with her fingers, and the camera zoomed in for a close-up of her wet pussy. Then she motioned with her hand, beckoning someone to come to her, and instantly a young boy appeared.
He was small and skinny, with silky blond hair. His cock was as long and slender as a finger, and sticking straight up in the air at least five inches out of his groin. He quickly jumped on the bed between the woman's legs and shoved his entire cock up her gaping cunt in one quick thrust.
A close-up showed his skinny little ass immediately begin bouncing up and down between the woman's thighs, and his steel-hard young cock knifing in and out of her like a high-speed piston. In less than a minute he jerked his prick from her cunt and shot his thin jism all over the woman, blasting her tits and face. The slit of his purple cock-head gaped wide open and the cum exploded from it again and again. A close-up of his face showed his ecstatic expression, his rolled-back eyes and open mouth. As soon as he'd finished, he jumped off the bed and ran out of the picture, his skinny cock still hard and wagging in the air.
Next the woman got up on her hands and knees and presented her ass to the camera. Her cunt lips were very hairy. She reached back and shoved a few fingers up her cunt. Then she pulled her wet fingers out and beckoned with them. Immediately a new boy appeared on the screen. He looked like a twin of the first one, except he looked a little older. He immediately grabbed the woman's hand and sucked the cunt-juice from her fingers, then pushed his whole face against her upturned crotch and lapped greedily at her sopping wet, hairy cunt.
Her ass shook and rotated as he drove his tongue in and out of her fuck-hole. His tongue darted in and out, and his white teeth gnawed at her thick, hairy pussy lips. He took his face away and smiled into the camera. His nose, cheeks, and chin shined with her cunt juice.
Then, without wiping his face dry, he jumped up behind the woman and shoved his horny cock-head between her fat, juicy cunt lips. A close-up showed her insatiable pussy suck it in all the way. The woman was licking her lips, drooling, and muttering, as the boy pumped his cock in and out of her.
The boy rode her as if she were a bucking bronco. He drove his loins hard, ramming his rock-hard cock into her again and again, as if he were trying to tenderize a tough steak with his rampant prick. On and on he fucked, humping away like a stud dog on a bitch in heat. Then suddenly he yanked his swollen cock from her bubbling pussy and shot his thick white cum all over her back and ass. When he had finished shooting, he turned proudly to the camera and smiled. Then he jumped off the bed and strutted out of the picture, his heavy cock still hard and wagging in the air. Then "The End" flashed on the screen and Peggy switched off the projector.
As she switched on her bed lamp, the light fell on her naked body. She played with her nipples, then reached down and began manipulating the rubber dildo which was still buried deep inside her. Her cunt-juice leaked out of her pussy, dribbling down over her ass and thighs, then drenching the bedspread between her legs.
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine all the young cocks she'd seen that day. She began seeing them parade before her one at a time, standing up stiff and naked. She began taking each one in her mouth to taste it and feel it throb against her tongue. Sometimes she swallowed two at a time, feeling them stretch her jaws and slip back and forth against each other as they fucked her mouth.
Her cunt contracted hard as she fucked the rubber cock in and out of her pussy hole. A squishing sound filled the room and Peggy lost herself in pure sensuality and lust. She worked the dildo in her hard, panting for breath-she was getting close. In a minute all the frustration of the day would convulse her loins unbearably and then flow out of her. It would be pure heaven.
"Goddamn," she muttered, "who in the hell is that now?"
The doorbell was ringing. She took a deep breath in disgust and lay there still. She'd just ignore the bell. To hell with whoever it was. The bell rang again, then again and again. Damn it, the intruder wasn't going to give up. Maybe it was an emergency. She jumped off the bed, threw on her bathrobe, and ran down the stairs.
"Okay, okay, wait a second," she shouted as she approached the door. "Who is it?"
A voice came from the other side. "Brent Maxwell. I have something I want to return to you." Brent was the head basketball coach and assistant athletic director at school. She opened the door.
"Hi, Peggy, or would you rather I called you Miss Landow?" His smile made her uneasy.
"Peggy's fine," she said. She didn't know what else to say. She'd always avoided the man, had only spoken to him when she had to about school matters, but she couldn't very well demand that he call her by her formal name. "Have you been out here long? I was asleep."
"No, just a few minutes. Sorry I woke you, but I have something to discuss with you which won't wait. May I come in?"
Before she could respond he was inside and sitting on the living room sofa.
He was a large, muscular man of about thirty, handsome, and a real cunt-charmer. He was one of the most sought-after men in town, and, except for Peggy, all the female teachers in school had at one time or another made a pass at him. The fact that Peggy had always ignored him troubled him to no end. It hurt his male ego, and at times even made him angry. He stared at her now as she sat down across from him, being careful to cover her knees with her short robe.
"Well, Peggy, I have something here that I think is yours." He pulled a small notebook out of his coat pocket, and Peggy immediately recognized it as the roster and grade-book for her freshman English class. She was suddenly apprehensive. Where had he found that, and why was he smiling at her so mysteriously? She tried to act cool and unconcerned.
"My English class roster! Well, thanks a lot, uh, Brent. It looks like you've saved me some worries. I didn't even know I misplaced it."
"The real thanks should go to Coach Johnson. He's the one who found it. I just told him I'd return it to you."
"Really?" said Peggy surprised. "Well, please thank him for me. You really shouldn't have made the special trip."
"But I thought it was necessary," he said more seriously. "You see, Coach Johnson was somewhat upset. You know how straight the man is. Well, he found the notebook on the floor in our office, right under the two-way mirror. Immediately he became very suspicious as to how it got there. I told him there must be some simple explanation, and that I'd return the notebook to you and clear things up."
Peggy forced a nonchalant laugh. "My God, how did it ever get there? I can't really say. The last time I remember having it was in the lunch room. I'll bet one of the boys swiped it and put it in the boys' locker room for a prank. You know how these boys are." She laughed again.
"Peggy, let's not play games," he said suddenly half-laughing, half-serious. "Why don't you just admit the truth to me? Why don't you just cut the bull-shitting and admit that you dropped it while getting off on watching the boys take showers?"
Peggy felt so weak suddenly that she almost fell over. She sat there with her mouth open. She couldn't say a word.
"I really don't give a damn if that's what turns you on," he continued confidently, "but Coach Johnson is another matter. I really wouldn't advise you to try to lie to him. He'd know you were lying before you said three words. I really think I'm the only person around who could give him a convincing line. And, you know, I'd be glad to talk to him for you, give him a believable story." He paused. "If we could perhaps get to know each other a little better." He looked her up and down and a leer broke out on his face.
Peggy managed a sick smile. She knew he had her. There was nothing else she could do. "Should we go upstairs?" she asked.
"Right on, Peggy darling," he answered. "Right on."