Chapter 2

Arriving at the long, low cement block buildings of Abraham Lincoln Junior High, the young teacher felt invigorated and radiant. She breathed the warming air with its hint of the approaching summer, and smiled at the bravely budding trees with their tiny pods of leaves, and she decided that she would teach the few students she had today outside in the forest. She hoped it wouldn't start raining as it was threatening, for spring days like this made her feel energetic and almost optimistic. A brightness was lifting her spirits, for after she'd left her house, the odd and disturbing thoughts which had lingered after she had fingerfucked herself to cumming while holding a mirror up between her thighs to watch, had faded almost to nothing, and even her usual preoccupation over her divorce wasn't bothering her so much. Why, a Friday like this gave her the spirit to even believe that perhaps someday soon she would find an older man who could straighten her out, and she would be able to love and be loved as a real woman. And it would be a man too-not some innocent little boy half her age!

Her first two students were girls. She found she had a rapport with young people of her own sex, and usually girls did better on the written tests than the boys did. But the identification of various plants, a scientific function, was something beyond their way of thinking. Equality of sexes and Woman's Lib aside, Susan knew from experience that most males had a "feel" for being out in the woods. Of course, that was a generalization, and there were a few girls who could do better than the boys, but on the whole they simply didn't care that much and their minds were apt to wander to other subjects more important to their interests in life.

Mitzi Horner was no exception to this. Susan spent the entire first period with the young brunette, attempting to keep the girl's attention on the various types of mushroom plants, instead of new cheerleading yells and baton twirling. On the other hand, poor Meg Saunders worked with grim determination; only her ability to identify plants in the woods was nil. Susan spent her lunch period and the next hour with Meg, and at the end of the lesson, she devoutly prayed that the petite, pug-nosed girl would never learn to identify nonpoisonous mushrooms. If she tried, the food on the table at her home wouldn't be safe if she did ...!

Susan had the rest of the afternoon free until the last hour of school. Then she had young Tony Miller, who was a short, tow-headed boy who only looked about twelve years old, but in reality was older than that. He was a conscientious student, but he had transferred into the class at the beginning of October and was behind the other students. The school required so many hours of outdoor practical work to complete the course, and Tony had asked her last week if he could make up the time on Fridays until he was even with everybody else.

Susan was glad to help young Tony. He had struck a responsive chord in her as a teacher, and she hoped she could get to know him better. In fact, as she left the teacher's lounge for the parking lot, she found herself eagerly looking forward to this chance to be with the boy alone. She had noted that Tony was running around with a group of rough, older boys in her class who were, she felt, far below him in ability. She believed the reason for his choice of tough friends had to do with the fact that he was small for his age and was trying to compensate by moving with a rough crowd. Susan hoped that, if she could just talk to the boy and encourage him, perhaps she could gently steer him to a higher calibre of friends and a better future. At least, in her capacity as an adult and teacher, it was worth a try.

Tony Miller was a nice boy at heart, she thought, as she neared the school-furnished car that was parked in the lot. He was so polite and gentlemanly to her, and she was sure that he liked and trusted her as a teacher. Well, she liked him ... yes, she was quite attracted to his boyish charms, and she certainly wanted to help him all she could. She could see him now, his fair-haired features shadowed against the glass of the car.

She saw how erect and yet relaxed he sat there, waiting for her, and she stepped up her pace, a little shiver of expectancy rippling along her spine. God, wasn't he handsome? she thought. The way he was slightly silhouetted in hazy perspective, why ... why he Vaguely reminded her of her erotic little dreamlover who had fucked her to a cunt-bursting cum that morning!

A quick flash of her remembered fantasies while finger-fucking her pussy brought a crimson blush flaming to her cheeks. She sucked in her breath from the shock of her thought, mentally chastising herself for having so lewd an idea about so innocent a boy fucking her. She glanced upwards to take her mind off the car in front of her, and saw the darkened horizon and the swiftly gliding clouds. The briskness of the morning hours had become the chill of an approaching afternoon storm, and she knew that soon the sky might open up and it could be showering heavily. And she'd forgotten her raincoat....

"Hello, Mrs. Mayer," Tony Miller said brightly as the teacher arrived. "Can I drive? I have my learner's permit!"

"Sure, lots of the kids do," she responded, smiling warmly at him. She slid in the car on the passenger side and shut the door. "Let's see, this is your first time alone with me, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am." He turned the key in the ignition and the motor roared to life. "You want me to drive any place special? Have any errands to do on our way out of town?"

"No, none at all. Why? Did you have something to do?"

"Well, sort of." He pulled away from the curb, driving slowly down the blacktop to the school entrance. "See, I left my door key at home this morning. If I don't pick it up before sis and her husband leave for their Friday night bridge game, I'll be locked out of the house until they get home later tonight."

"We certainly wouldn't want that, Tony," Susan said. "It's fine with me."

"I uh ... brought my books along, too. In case you see fit to drop me off at home instead of bringing me all the way back to school."

"Well, we're not supposed to, but ... Susan laughed and shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Oh, but it's Friday and the last period, and look, already there's rain on the windshield. I think we can bend the rules just this once."

"Gee, Mrs. Mayer, you sure are swell. Thanks."

As they drove toward the newer residential section of Old Orchard Beach, the weather suddenly changed violently. One minute it seemed to be threatening only light rain; the next, the heavens poured snow down on the earth.

Tony turned on the windshield wipers and tried to concentrate on driving, but his immature young mind was spinning wildly. He couldn't help sneaking sidelong glances with excited, rolling eyes at his voluptuous redheaded teacher beside him, even though he kept telling himself not to and that Mrs. Mayer would be mad if she found out. Jesus, the way her tight dress was way up on her nylon-stockinged legs, and the way she was demurely holding her thighs together like she was a prim little girl, was enough to make his prick jerk in his pants! Man, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen! And man, what tits!

Trembling in his attempt to control himself, young Tony clenched his teeth shut and wracked his brain for something to say ... anything that would take his mind off of how sexy and hot to fuck his teacher looked! But man, what could he say? That he'd had the "hots" for his nature-study teacher ever since he'd joined her class? Sure, that would make a big hit with her. Or maybe he should tell Mrs. Mayer that he dreamed about her naked and writhing beneath his cock while he jacked off and came on her tits in bed at night! But man ... ohh, just look at those titties of hers, like the huge, ripe watermelons his mom used to buy, and sticking out in front of her like twin mountains! What the heck, he'd seen enough girls in bikinis who showed more pussy and tits ... but this was different! This was Mrs. Mayer, his teacher! He felt as though he were going to be sick, that's how uptight he was inside. He should never have taken this class all alone with her! Oh Jesus, he could feel another wild lurch of his cock against his underpants ...!

Susan let him drive in silence, figuring that he was concentrating upon nothing but the snowstorm. With the storm the way it was, they certainly would not be able to forage in the woods for plant-life samples today, but she would see him safely home anyway. She lit another of her chain-smokedmenthol filter cigarettes and leaned back, studying the boy intently. She watched how well he handled the automobile on the treacherously snow-slickened surface, but after a few minutes, she began to drift into thinking of Tony as a person rather than a student. Despite her embarrassment for doing so, she found herself asking over and over: What is it about him? Why is the boy so intriguing to me?

There certainly was something about young Tony Miller which fascinated her. Perhaps it was his wavy blond hair and his fresh, beardless face. Or maybe it was the thin, non-threatening shape of his lean, developing body, apparent even under the bulky woolen sweater he wore. But it was still more, something she couldn't seem to pinpoint definitely. Maybe it was the way his cool blue eyes would penetrate her and then sparkle as if he was secretly amused at the way they could make her inwardly shiver. Maybe it was the way his cute little nose would wrinkle when he laughed, and the way he handled himself, with a cat-like grace that was almost poetic. Maybe it was all of those things rolled up into one adolescent student named Tony Miller....

She didn't know but whatever it was almost becoming frightening to her. Sitting so close to the boy, she was finding it increasingly difficult to keep that infinite gulf between teacher and student from being bridged. Nervously, she wondered if this oddly compelling magnetism she felt toward the boy was that sixth-sense "animal attraction" she had heard of as happening between men and women. She had never experienced this sensation when she'd been with her ex-husband, even though she'd been in love with him. Or ... had she really been in love? Now, staring at young Tony Miller, she couldn't help asking herself what the feelings of love and passion truly were like. She could sense an odd tingling inside her, a beginning heat that taunted her pussy lips beneath the cunt band of her panties, melting inside. Yes, melting that great big iceberg of frigid unresponse that lived like an artic demon up inside her pussy.

But God-she was reacting this way to a mere child! Not with John, not with another woman ... but with a child! She remembered lying on her own bed finger-fucking herself that morning and thinking about a youth just like Tony fucking into her, and how she had almost gone insane until she had finally fucked herself to a pussy-flaring cum with her own fingers. She blushed slightly at the guilt flicking through her conscience, squirming her ass cheeks down and feeling the edge of the car seat brush electrically under the soft swelling of her panty-covered cunt lips. She gasped from the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it brought to her treacherous little pussy, and her pulse quickened hotly against her will. A boy ... a mere youth was doing this to her cunt! God, she had to get hold of herself! Trembling, she stubbed out her cigarette in the car's ashtray and smoothed down the front of her dress, pulling the short hem as far toward her knees as she could....

"This is my house." Tony said suddenly. She glanced up and saw that he was parking in front of a large, plush two-story mansion. She knew his father and mother had died but they certainly must have left Tony and his sister, who was married, well off.

"It ... it's very nice, Tony," she said softly to him.

"Naw, if s not, not without dad and mom. But ... but...." He paused swallowing thickly. "N-never mind, Mrs. Mayer. I-I'll be right back-."

"Do hurry!" Susan called after him as he ran from the car. "It's snowing like crazy now!" She watched him tug at the handle of the front door while he hunched over from the lashing blast of the freak spring storm. She held her breath as the boy jerked frantically; but it was no use. His sister had obviously left for her bridge party and the door was tightly locked.

"TCI try around back," he yelled at her, cupping his hands around his mouth to be heard. In a flash he was gone, running around the side of the house. The older woman glued her eyes anxiously to where her young student had disappeared, hoping he would be successful. The snow was coming down hard, and the air was thick with moisture. Then, suddenly, she heard him cry out, "Mrs. Mayer! Oh, Mrs. Maver! Help! Help!"

Tony was calling for her! He'd hurt himeslf! Without giving a thought to the thickly swirling snow, Susan was out of the car like a flash, hurrying up the flagstone sidewark and around the side in a virtual panic. "I'm coming!" she screamed. "Hold on, Tony, I'm coming!"

When she got to the back of the house, she almost stopped and laughed from the ludicrous sight she beheld. The youngster wasn't really in trouble; he was halfway over the wall of the back patio. "I can't quite make it,. Mrs. Mayer," he called over his shoulder. "Can you give me a boost up and over? The patio door might be open!"

Susan came over and clutched the young boy's legs. Because of his position halfway over the fence, his thin, young ass cheeks were almost at face level with her and she strained against the sides of his thighs, pushing him up as best she could. Tony let some of his strength go against her as he tried for a better grip on the snow-slippery wall and her fingers slipped on his pants, circling around until they almost touched his crotch. She could feel his leg muscles as they curved inward to form his young cock and balls and the thickness of his zipper fly as it creased against her skin. She sucked in her breath, feeling warmly dizzy from the hold she had on his youthful crotch.

"I can make it now, I think," Tony said to her.

"Gee, you're the swellest teacher in the world, doing this for me!"

"Th-that's all right, Tony," she replied in a halting voice. God, what was happening to her? Touching his ass like this was sending her wild! She struggled weakly with herself as delicious sensations began to ripple through her pussy below, and she became even more aware of the vibrant youth's smooth inner thighs as they worked innocently against her huge tits pressing into them. Even in the midst of this freezing, wet snowstorm, Susan could feel the boy's warmth pulsating out from the young, fresh skin pressed close to her, and she was almost unable to let him go as he finally made it over the wall and dropped onto the terrace of the outdoor patio.

'I'll open the door for you, Mrs. Mayer!" he told her from inside and, almost an instant later, the patio gate was unlatched, and the boy was smiling proudly out at her. "Come on in, ma'am. You're as wet as I am!"

"No, I better go home. I-"

"Aw, don't leave me alone, not for a little while," Tony pleaded. "You'll catch pneumonia if you don't come in, Mrs. Mayer. My mom was always telling me that. Please, let me make you a cup of coffee. Let me do something?"

Susan was forced to smile at the willingness to please that was in his expression. She nodded in gratitude and started across the patio toward the living room door opening out onto it, butterfles of apprehension filling her belly. She struggled to maintain her outward composure as she brushed past the lithe, boyish Tony as he stood holding the sliding door open for her.

"Th-thank you, Tony."

"Aw, shucks, Mrs. Mayer. It ain't every teacher who'd help me like you did. I mean it! You're really great!"

Together they walked into the plushly furnished and immaculately clean house. Susan could feel her soaking wet panties work their way up into the tight crevice of her ass cheeks as she moved, their clinging smoothness exciting the sensitive, coppery-furred lips of her pussy. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the little bud of her clitty, and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the wicked sensations that were beginning to throb between her legs. A warning bell tolled in her subconscious, warning her she had to leave-nowbefore the hotly delightful tinglings in her pussy became too strong to deny. But she was unable to find the words to tell Tony she couldn't stay. Instead, she shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will....

They passed to the kitchen and Susan turned and smiled at Tony. She felt more light tremors flaring up between her thighs, and she sucked in her breath, squeezing her legs tightly together in an attempt to cease the tingling sensations that were beginning to inflame the warm, wet crevice of her traitorously throbbing pussy. It was horrible, it was perverted, it was nothing but raw animal lust to be fucked on her own part! Yet even as she hated herself for her obscene response to the boy, the redheaded teacher could feel her uncontrollable cunt becoming more and more aroused by the second. Stop it! For God's sake stop it this instant, she hissed down at it ludicrously, as though it were a separate entity. Then, gritting her teeth together, she somehow found the necessary moral strength to momentarily break the corrupting hold on her mind. "Tony," she whispered, blushing slightly, "Tony, where's your bathroom? I-I have to do a number one while you're making the coffee."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Mayer. Only the heater's not on in there, and it's pretty cold. You better use the bathroom that used to be my mom's. I'll show you the way."

He led her out of the kitchen and up a long flight of curving stairs, averting his eyes from her until they reached the bedroom at the end of the hall. Jesus, he didn't dare look at Mrs. Mayer any more! With the snow melting on her and her wet dress plastered to her the way it was, he could see her legs all the way up to her snatch! He could even see the outline of her panties underneath, and Jesus! Her big white tits were swelling up around her bra like they were going to burst right out at him! If he wasn't careful, he was going to get a hard-on the size of a telephone pole, and then what would his teacher say? He bet she'd be madder than heck at him.

"Here's uh ... my sister's bedroom, Mrs. Mayer," he murmured, flicking on the light and showing her in the large, exquisitely furnished room. "Look, there's a big fur robe my sister wears when she is cold or wet. Maybe uhh ... maybe you'd like it? I mean ... well, let me get it for you!" In a flurry of embarrassment he crossed to the wardrobe and brought out a fluffy white fur robe. "Here, take it."

"How thoughtful of you, Tony, but I really don't think I...." Her voice trailed away into almost a soft whimper as she realized that the boy was staring at her with complete unconscious fascination. She looked down at herself, and ... God! No wonder! She might as well have been standing naked in front of him! Her melted-snow-soaked woolen dress was clinging to her like a second skin, showing off every curve of her huge tits and ass cheeks to him! Without thinking what she was doing, she unconsciously undulated her hourglass hips as she shifted her weight to take the soft, furry robe from the boy. A shiver of new arousal rippled through her already knot-tightened belly as she saw the blond-haired youth's deep blue eyes suddenly glint with sexual excitement. God, she had to stop this! Yet even the tiny suggestion of the lust to fuck her in his avid gaze made her want to scream for more. Involuntarily, her own eyes moved down over the young boy's trembling form, and a sudden rush of passion surged through her hotly protruding nipples, thrilling and terrifying the older woman at the same instant. The teacher could clearly see a slender, bulging hardness pressing outward against the soft, wet crotch of his pants! Young Tony Miller's cock was obviously in erection! The mere sight of it pulsing beneath the restraining fabric filled her with an aching desire to reach out and touch the boy there. Oh Lord, she had caused him to want to fuck her! She had to fight it! She had to fight both of their excitements now, but how? How could she find the strength when her now even more hotly steaming pussy was crying desperately for him to fuck it!

What could she do? Leave ... leave...! Turn and run before it was too late! No ... Susan knew instinctively that would be a mistake. Young Tony would only think she was angry at him for having gotten an erection. God, and it was her fault, not his; he was only innocently responding to her provocatively displayed tits. No, she had to fight her own lewd urges right here in this house with the boy. It was the only way, and perhaps for the best. If she could overcome her lewd desires to spread her legs for him while so totally tempted, then she would never have to fear them again. God, what a battle! The first thing she had to do was get out of her wetly clinging dress, though, and stop leading the poor boy on any more. Yes ... wrapped in the lovely white robe, it would calm them both down....

"May-maybe on second thought I will use that robe, Tony," she said to him in a shaky, breathless voice. "I'll change in here. It's very warm and cozy."

"I ... I'll have the coffee ready for you when you come out, Mrs. Mayer," Tony said. He backed out, shutting the door quickly behind him.

The trembling young teacher sucked in her breath and leaned against the closed door, trying to calm her ragged nerves. Then she sighed and walked toward the large bed in the middle of the room. She began unzipping her dress with hurried, quick motions, almost feverish in her desire to strip the wetly clinging cloth from her body. Involuntarily, she stared toward the door, then guiltily averted her eyes. Tony was out there waiting for her ... that beautiful young boy, waiting and wanting to fuck her, just as she was wanting him to. Only he in his innocence couldn't know exactly what it was that his handsome young body craved ... except to see her naked tits and thighs and even ... even her pussy!

God! Even away from his she was giving in to her wicked impulses by inches! Inches! How many would Tony's tender, young cock have? Two to three, she imagined; that would be about right for a boy his age.

She could almost visualize his youthful hard-on standing rigidly erect, jutting out from his lean, hairless belly without his pants to hold it down against his legs....

Damm! Ohhh, damnation! She couldn't let herself give in to this maddening desire to be fucked by him which had somehow taken control of her shameless little cunt! But, God, how easy it would be! All she'd have to do would be to show him her naked pussy hairs, and the little darling would come running to fuck her like a playful puppy. And then ... God, and then . : .!

Another tremendous surge of wicked delight rippled through her wetly flooding cunt at the thought of salaciously stripping naked before the young student. She felt herself tremble from head to toe, her firmly rounded tits and naked ass cheeks rippling as she removed her dress. Oh God, Tony Miller was a beautiful boy and probably would have the hardest, most beautiful little "weenie" in the world hanging between his legs. Oh God. why did she have to be so moral in her outlook on life? Why couldn't she just act like the whore she'd like to be and lie back on the bed with her pussy spread wide and call him back in the room to fuck her the way she was dying to be fucked!!!