Chapter 4
The next day the sun shone bright and clear. Susan Mayer awoke with a start. Lying in her bed she could see a few stray clouds through her window, the fast-fading remnants of the previous day's last spring snowstorm. Accompanying the clouds were slight gusts of warming wind which wafted through her window to heat up the bedroom to a lazy, stay-in-bed temperature.
It was not the kind of morning the redheaded woman had expected. In spite of the warmth she was chilled by a blanket of cold, cruel images half-remembered from the lewd afternoon before when young Tony Miller had fucked her to a wildly pleading cum. She could perceive a face, a young boy's face, his tender young mouth locked around the rounded swell of her heaving trembling tits ... she could almost feel imaginary small hands caressing and squeezing them lovingly. She could nearly hear her own deep craving voice pleading for more ... more ... cock! Cock: only a word to her before, a notion of physical contact that she had always endured, never enjoyed. But yesterday afternoon she had learned the reason her ex-husband had demanded a divorce. She had learned the real meaning of the word fuck. But it hadn't been from a man. No, it had been an inexperienced youngster who had given her long-denied pussy a strange new life that was empty without a boyish cock to fuck, away the fiery longings that had suddenly been unchained up between her legs.
The visibly trembling young teacher clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her lower lip in an effort to block the guilty thoughts from her mind. She felt tears welling in her eyes, but she blinked them back, knowing that somehow she would have to pull herself together so she could face the normal world again. Lifting herself unsteadily from the bed, she hurriedly dressed in clean brassiere and panties, a short pleated skirt, and a light pullover sweater. This time she didn't have to pause to look at her nakedness in the mirror, ashamed by merely the feel alone of her lewdly betraying tits and pussy; and then she walked into the kitchen and put on the water for coffee. She tried once again to shake off the mood of guilt and shame which was an aching knot in her belly, but her memories would not be banished or ignored.
Desperate for release, she opened the cabinet beside her and took out a nearly full fifth of bourbon, and when the coffee was ready, she took the cup and the bottle into the living room, where she slumped dejectedly on the couch. Though she seldom drank at all, and never this early in the day, the thirty-year-old redhead poured a healthy shot of the bourbon in her coffee in hopes it would help calm her shattered nerves. She took a small sip, feeling the hot alcohol warm her all the way down to her empty stomach, and then she took another, larger swallow. A moment later she was rewarded by a faint light-headedness that eased and soothed her tormented mind a little.
But despite the liquor flowing through her blood, Susan could not shake ah of the haunting, morbid remembrances of yesterday afternoon. She glanced down at the fullness of her tits, and remembered how she had urged her young student to use his lips to fuck and lick them to full and throbbing tautness. She recalled all too clearly how she had led the boy to fuck her dormant cunt into a raging mass of cock-hungry flesh until she had been devoured by an orgasm that had left her shaken and depleted. God, how would she ever be able to forget yesterday afternoon when she had taken a virginal youth and sacrificed his priceless innocence to satisfy some hidden inner devil within her treacherous little pussy? She had raped him without mercy as though it had been another woman, a complete stranger, evil and depraved, who had had control of her mind and who'd forced her to do those wicked, perverted things. And she could find no excuse to justify her vicious behavior, not one reason to ease her burden of guilt. Trembling with her shame and loathing, the anguished older woman lit her first cigarette of the day. Then she raised the cool glass bottle to her fevered lips, not even bothering this time to mix the whiskey with the coffee, but drinking the burning liquor straight down....
In an apartment not far away, Andy Stotski, Susan Mayer's fellow teacher, was also sitting in the living room. Unlike his disturbed fellow worker, however, the rugged-looking, if somewhat paunchy man was feeling quite contented and he relaxed with a girlie magazine and a beer while he hummed a tuneless little song. At the moment, his only concern was whether he should change out of his bathrobe and go over to school or if he should go back in the bedroom and wake up his wife, Mitzy, fuck the hell out of her, and then drive over to the junior high school. It was a harder choice this morning than it usually would have been, because Andy Stotski was more than just a biology teacher at a lousy little junior high school. He had not wasted his education in biological plants for the pittance these school districts paid teachers nowadays.
Stotski had a thick, broad chest with well-developed pectorals that came from his constant field work in the plant world, and his curly dark hair was salted with white as a result of exposure to sun and wind. This was the respectable part of Andy Stotski, which most people of Old Orchard Beach knew him by, but the man ran deeper than that, his other interests lying sinister and disguised....
Another side to him was one a few of the wilder residents saw, for Andy and his wife were avid, zealous "wife-swappers." He knew, for example, that if he woke his wife, Mitzy would be in a receptive mood for his cock, because she was always ready to fuck. Any way, with anybody, at any hour, just like he was. He recalled with satisfied relish the mate-swap orgy they'd held in this apartment the night before with four other married couples, and the abandoned hours of naked fucking which had taken place after the dog-fuck movie had been shown. Which was the reason why Mitzy was sleeping late this morning, having worn herself out after a multitude of cunt-flooding cums, with male and female partners alike. Hell, she'd even finger-fucked her pussy to cumming twice while watching the film, he thought lustily....
Still fewer knew of another facet to Andy Stotski, and the secret of his hidden financial success. He was also a main supplier of Cilliosidyn, hallucinogenic mushrooms, and some of the harder drugs for the area. Because he was an authority on mushrooms, it brooked no suspicion when he would have his classes out collecting them for "experimental" purposes. He then could separate the Cilliosidyn species from the non-drug type, dry them, grind them up into powder and sell them for a fortune to the local hopheads. Since the big crackdown on LSD, he was even shipping as far away as New York and, in that the wooded sections of this part of Maine abounded with that particular species, he could supply all they needed. In fact, that was why he had to get over to school today. He had to get a shipment ready for a courier who was arriving from Boston to pick some up on Monday morning.
There was a knock on the biology lab door and Andy Stotski frowned, turned toward the offending noise. "Who," he asked himself caustically as he rose to answer it, "can that be?" He finished closing the last packet of the shipment for Boston and walked across the laboratory and unlocked the door. He frowned again, for there in the hallway were three teenaged boys, all standing in a cluster and looking up at him with anxious eyes.
"Uh, Mr. Stotski," one of them said hesitantly. "Do you have a little time to talk? It's kind of important...."
"Yeah," Stotski said slowly, wondering what they were doing in school on a Saturday. "Yeah, I guess I do, Ted."
He knew the boy who'd spoken to him: Ted Brooks, a husky youth. He also knew the other two youngsters beside him: Willie Baker, a slack-jawed, rather stupid-looking oaf; and Tony Miller, the smallest boy of the three, and the smartest in school. Stotski knew them all because being a male teacher, many of the boys came to him with their problems. In that he was lax in his own personal life, he understood them and sympathized with them.
"I'll be glad to help if I can," the older man said, letting the trio troop into his classroom lab. "You know me-I like kids. Sit down, make yourselves comfortable."
"Gee, didn't I tell you Mr. Stotski would help?" Ted said, grinning widely. "I bet he knows all the answers. Go on, Tony, tell him what's the matter, just like you told me'n Willie this morning."
"Gosh, I ... I dunno, I mean." Tony blushed a livid shade of red, stammering as he tried to think of what to say. "I mean, it's sort of personal."
"What he means," Ted said, "is that it's about a girl."
"Not just a girl; a grown-up woman!" Willie Baker corrected. "He got laid yesterday by the best-looking teacher in our school, Mr. Stotski. Goddamn, I sure wish it had been me! I would've known what to've done!"
"Shut up, blockhead," Ted snapped. "Let Tony tell Mr. Stotski what happened."
"Well...." Tony licked his lips. "Well, I was taking my nature studies lesson with Mrs. Mayer, and-"
"Mayer!" Stotski gasped, almost rising out of his chair. "Listen, you don't mean you got into that redheaded nature study teacher's pussy, do you, boy?"
"Uh-huh. It was Mrs. Mayer," Tony nodded, his expression a mixture of pride and misery. "See, she was all wet from the snow and standing in my kitchen with her dress all tight to her body, and I was...."
As the boy continued to tell how he had fucked the older woman in his sister's bedroom the previous afternoon, it was all Andy Stotski could do to refrain from bursting out in laughter. Christ! He'd have given a month's supply of mushrooms to have gotten into that woman's hot little cunt. Every time he'd caught sight of his co-teacher's and neighbor's feminine charms, he'd had the lewd urge to ram his cock hard up between those firm, satin-like thighs of hers and stick it to her like a roast on a spit. He could recall the many happy moments that summer when he'd spied on her through a hole in the fence as she'd sunbathed in a tiny halter and shorts, getting a hard-on while watching her almost naked body slowly undulate on her chaise lounge. Damn, she was prime! He and his wife had her over for drinks a couple of times, and Mitzy had gone shopping with her, but he'd never been able to figure out a way of making a pass that she would accept. And here this snot-nosed little brat was admitting that he'd had his adolescent little cock all but fucked off by the woman! Hell, Willie was right-he sure wished it had been him!...." then she got up naked, from the bed and dressed," Stotski heard the young boy finish relating. "And gee, Mr. Stotski, I don't understand. One minute she's calling me darling and is all over me, and the next she's cold as hell. She told me I couldn't ever fuck her again, like I was no good or something. She sure played me for a sucker. I thought she really loved me!"
"Tell us again how she begged you to fuck her," Willie Baker asked eagerly. He licked his thick lips, his eyes glittering with excitement. "That's the part I like the best, where she begs you to stick your cock in her."
"Fuck me!" Tony said proudly. "Mrs. Mayer crawled up on my sis's bed and she moaned, 'fuck me, Tony! Fuck my hot little pussy harder! Fuck it harder!'"
"Ohhhh," Ted groaned. "If that had been me, I'd have creamed in my britches right then and there."
"Listen, you guys, I want to know what to do," Tony complained. "It ain't right, turning me on like that and then just leaving me like I was nothing. I want to know what I can do to get even with her and get to fuck her some more!"
"I got my own idea of what I'd like to do to her," Ted snickered crudely. "I'm thinking if that cute teach of ours tried that with me, I'd fuck her again. And maybe if she got sassy again, I'd fuck her three times!"
"Aw, you and who else would hold her down while you fucked her?" Willie sneered at his friend. "Sure, that would be a great way of paying her back, a little of her own medicine, you know what I mean? But you'd have to knock her out with a baseball bat or something first."
Listening to the boys. Andy Stotski was struck with the first inkling of a wicked plan. He sat, his mouth twisted with the lewd idea in his head and the obscene conversation in his ears. Thoughtfully he shaped and molded the details, for if he was successful, it wouldn't be long until he was fucking his luscious fellow teacher too. And not only that, he had a few other surprises in store for her as well ... but only if his plan worked from the very beginning.
Stotski cleared his throat and said, "I think you boys have the right approach. Mrs. Mayer cut Tony's nuts at his expense, and her punishment should fit the crime. Only she has to be half-willing, or you'll all land in trouble."
"You got something in mind, Mr. Stotski?" Willie questioned breathlessly.
"Shut up!" Ted Brooks butted in. "Let him tell us. What's your plan, Mr. Stotski?"
"Well, now, you boys promise to keep it a secret, and I'll let you in on it," Stotski grinned. "First, you all take the same class from her, don't you?"
"Sure," Tony said. "Nature Study. Well be together on Monday for a group mushroom identification trip."
"Perfect. Then Monday you'll get her out in the trees. All of you, in a gang fuck."
"Monday!"
"Holy Cow!"
"Yeah, you boys take her into the woods, and then that's it! The three of you should be strong enough to handle her."
"Wow, Mr. Stotski!" Willie Baker snickered gleefully. "That's a winner for sure!"
"Yehhh," Tony said with a frown of concern. "But gee, like you said, we could get into a lot of trouble if she doesn't like for all three of us to fuck her at once."
"I think I've got the answer for that problem, Tony," Mr. Stotski chuckled lewdly. 'I've some special Cilliosidyn saved. I keep it for just such occasions like this. It's an aphrodisiac similar to Spanish Fly, and if you can get Mrs. Mayer to eat some, I guarantee shell turn on like a rocket! She won't be able to get enough of you kids' cocks to satisfy her pussy, believe me! And I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you. 'Cause you're all such good kids, I'll let you have some free. How's that?"
"Golly, that's terrific!" Ted chimed in, clapping his hands. "We can mix them up with the regular mushrooms, just like Mrs. Mayer always picks for us to eat. Well switch them on her!"
"And she'll never know the difference!" Willie added obscenely. "What do you say, Tony? Ain't that a fine idea?"
Tony grinned with the bitter thoughts in his young, Immature mind. That stuck-up woman! Look down at him, will she, just because he's not grown up yet? Make him feel stupid and no good, will she? Well, just wait until Monday, Mrs. Mayer. Wait until we all get finished fucking you with our pricks! You'll wish you'd never been mean to me, I promise you that!
"Slap the mushrooms on me, Mr. Stotski," he said eagerly. "Mrs. Mayer's never going to know what hit her ... not until it's too late!"
Mitzy Stotski was sitting at her dresser wearing nothing but a filmy nightie that was all but invisible over her curvaceous nakedness. She was holding up pretty well for being over forty, her husband thought as he entered the bedroom later and the auburn-haired woman turned around. If he weren't such a lecherous bastard and liked to fuck other pussies too, he'd never have to leave the house.
"What took you so long?" Mitzy asked pleasantly with a yawn.
"Oh, just talking over some problems with three kids from school." Andy let his eyes flicker over her huge, round breasts, which were set closely together, and then down lower to the enticingly rounded sweep of her thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft blond-colored pussy hairs covering her loins to the fleshy pinkness of her cunt lips glistening wetly through the gauzy layer of her gown. Damn! He was going to fuck his wife for sure this morning!
"You telling them about the birds and bees, lover?" His wife stretched lazily, yawning again.
"No. I gave them some of my special Cilliosidyn blend." Andy grinned wickedly at his wife. "But you might say it's more of an investment."
"You've got something cooking," she accused teasingly. "I can tell by the dirty look on your face."
"You know me like a book, baby. You're dead right-I've got one hell of a plan!"
"Does it include me?"
"You bet it does! Just the way you like to be included, too!"
Mitzy's dusky eyes glowed lasciviously. "Who else?"
"Our sweet-assed neighbor woman, Susan Mayer!"
A throaty laugh came from the blonde-haired beauty. "I knew you'd finally figure out a way of getting some of her cunt. Well, lover, I hope your plan has both of us enjoying that hot little pussy! I've wanted to lick it just as badly as you've wanted to fuck it, you know!"
Andy's eyes continued roaming over the thin, flimsy gown which so barely covered her otherwise naked charms. Christ, his wife was something wild: he'd never known a woman more eager when it came to sucking and fucking male and female alike. He knew she preferred getting herself fucked by other men, and the larger the cock the better ... but every now and then she lusted for the satiny feel of a woman's soft, smooth-fleshed pussy beneath her lips. Well, if his idea worked as well as he figured it would, Mitzy would soon be face-deep up between the lovely long legs of their neighbor with her hotly swirling tongue fucking her velvet-curled pussy crazy. And he...? Well he'd be watching while she cunt-lapped the other woman, getting hotter and hotter until finally he joined in to fuck the redheaded woman teacher within an inch of her life....