Chapter 8
The next week when she got to school, Sally decided that she would speak to Fred and see if she could dissuade him from his idea of a weekend exhibition.
"Fred," she said quietly after school one day, "I want to talk to you."
"I know what you want to talk to me about," he grinned excitedly.
"Well, it may not be exactly what you think it is."
"Oh, teach, you know I know what's in your mind. It's that fucking exhibition, isn't it."
"Yes, it is."
Then she went over to him and said quietly, "I can't go through with it, Fred."
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"I just can't," she insisted. "You know what would happen if I were caught. I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I just can't do it."
"You've got to."
"What do you mean?"
He raised his arm, and showed her a strange tattoo of needle prints.
"Do you mean?" she demanded.
"Go on, teach, finish your sentence."
"Do you mean you're a dope addict, and you've been getting fixes because of an advance on me having sex with you at an exhibition?"
"That's about the size of it," he admitted.
"Well, I certainly don't have much respect for you."
"I'm not asking you to."
"Oh, Fred, I'm so sorry."
"Don't feel so sorry for me," he snapped. "Believe me, I can take care of myself."
"Oh, I believe you alright," she assured him quickly. "It's just that I hate to think of you getting into so much trouble."
"I won't be in any trouble if I can get you there, and you can fuck that dog."
"You mean I've got to fuck a dog, too?"
"Yes," he admitted bluntly, "that's part of the deal."
"I don't like it. I don't like it at all." Now, he was grimly aware of the truth. The truth was that she didn't want to go through with it at all. Only the threat of blackmail was forcing her there. That, for all intents and purposes, made him a real good-for-nothing.
"You hate me, don't you, teach?"
"I don't hate you," she said. "I just don't want to go through with it."
However, as she thought about the alternatives, she realized she might have to.
"You mean, they gave you those fixes on credit. And, I'm the one to go good for you."
"That's about it," he said softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you into this mess."
She really felt sorry for him, and she suggested quietly, "Why don't you drop over tonight, Freddie?"
"You really mean it, teach? You mean I can drop over and have a fuck."
"Yes, you can."
That night she could hardly wait for him to come. She paced the floor of her apartment, and finally he walked up to the door and pressed the buzzer.
"Coming," she called out, as if she couldn't get him inside quick enough.
The moment that he came in and sat down, she ran over to him and asked him, "Freddie, baby, how did you get into this? Tell me the truth. I've got to know."
"I wish you wouldn't press me, teach."
"But, I've got to know."
"If it means so much to you, I guess you can."
He sat down and he asked her for a drink. After they both started drinking, it seemed easier for him to talk.
"I'll tell you," he said. "I think it began when I found out that my mom was playing around."
"That's a switch," the teacher said as she sipped her drink.
"It was a surprising switch," he said. "I came home one night and caught her. She was having sex with a black man, of all things. Not that I have anything against black people, but it was just a little bit of a shock to come home, and find your mom fucking and sucking with a black guy."
"Well, what did you do about this ? " the teacher asked curiously.
"I watched and beat my meat. That black man was on all fours and mom was mounting him from behind. She was grasping his ass-cheeks and licking all around his quivering, tight anus. Then I saw her stiffen her tongue and stab it up there. It was really a sight for sore eyes."
"I bet you felt awful about it."
"I had two emotions," he admitted. "It was very stimulating to watch that. However, I was furious to think that my mom was doing it. I had no respect for her. I wanted to disown her."
They went on drinking, and when the teacher thought it was a good time to ask him again, she did.
"Did you jerk your meat off watching?"
"Oh, I sure did," he admitted. "It was about the sexiest sight I've ever seen."
"But, weren't you so disgusted that you couldn't do anything?"
"No," he admitted. "I wasn't disgusted at all. It was stimulating as hell. And, when she took that huge black shaft in her mouth and started sucking on the juicy head of it, I thought I would blow my mind."
"I'll bet it was something else."
"It was, baby, it was."
No doubt about it, he was erotically inclined. "What did you do? Did you ask your mother later."
"Yes, I did."
"What did she say?"
"She said she was sorry, but dad was dull. She said he was stepping out and had been for years. And, a girlfriend of hers had used that man to service her, so she hired him for twenty dollars for the night."
"You mean, she actually was buying him?"
"That's right," he admitted. "Mom was buying sex with a black man."
"Oh, that's sad, dear. It really is. I imagine you just felt awful."
"Well, I didn't feel good."
"Well," he laughed, "she got me a guitar to make up for it. Dad was amazed that she wanted to get it for me. She's always been real stingy, you know," he went on.
"And, did you take up the guitar?"
"Yes, I did," he admitted. "And it was a lot of fun. It really was."
"Is that how you got involved with dope?"
"How did you guess that?"
"It wasn't difficult," the teacher told him. "You see, some things are rather easy to figure out. They really are."
Now, he had respect for her. It seemed she understood him better than anyone else ever had.
"Teacher, could you blow me tonight?"
"Do you feel the need of it?" she demanded first.
"Oh, I do," he said, reaching down to unzip his fly. Reaching in, he pulled out his cock.
"Here it is, honey," he told her. "Suck me, please."
What was a teacher to do? With the prick being offered like that by a young student who had told her such tragic tales of his mother playing around, she felt there was no real alternative. She grasped his mainstem and began sucking on just the head of it. As she sucked the head of his tool, he became more and more excited. Suddenly, he wanted to stab it up there.
"Suck it for me, teach," he begged her quickly. "Yes, teacher, suck me."
She rode into him, and he thought he would flip out of his mind. Pleasure was building and building.
"Suck it, teacher, suck it."
She slid her mouth off his dick quickly, and told him, "Stop calling me teacher."
"What can I call you? Cock-sucker?"
"Heavens, no," she complained. "Oh, Fred, you use no tact."
"What's tact?"
"Forget it," she said, as she bent over and pulled his proud prick to her mouth and began sucking on it again. He loved it so much that he reached down and gripped her head and held her over it.
"Ohh, baby, that's beautiful. Keep it going, baby, keep it going!"
Now, he was really going to town. With a hard, ramming, driving thrust, he drove it down her throat. As he fucked her there, he told her, "Oh, baby, I love the deep throat fuck."
He kept it going in rapid thrusts until he exploded. The white volcano of cum flashed into her mouth and she loved it.
"Suck the juice out of it," he begged her. "Yes, teacher, suck the juice out of it."
She sucked quickly, and he loved every moment of it.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, keep it going. Keep it going!"
The pleasure was increasing, and he enjoyed doing it for her. He knew that she was enjoying having a mouthful of cum. He loved shooting it into her.
When she finally slid her mouth off his prick, he looked at her and smiled.
"We're going to be a great fucking, sucking team," he assured her.
"Well, I hope so," she agreed. "I really do hope so."
She had made up her mind that as long as she was going to go through with it, she would enjoy it. No more time to fret, just time to contemplate the fucks.
"What kind of dog is it that I'm going to have to screw?" she asked him curiously.
"Oh, a real smart dog."
"What kind, though?"
"A German Shepherd dog," he explained.
"Well, that should be fun," she said. "I've always been curious about doing it with a dog."
"You are fantastic," he complimented her. "Most women would flip out. And you haven't been bad at all. As a matter-of-fact, you've been damn good about going along with me."
"Well, I want to be agreeable."
"You are being agreeable."
She asked him, "Now, where do we meet? And, where do we go?"
"Saturday night I'll come over here about ten o'clock. Then, I'll show you where we're going to go."
"You're sure your folks won't trace you."
"Of course, I'm sure," he told her. "Well, I'd better get home early tonight," he told her frankly. "I don't want my folks getting on my tail. If I come in early, a few nights in a row, that puts them off."
"They don't suspect you being involved with getting shots of heroin, do they?"
"Of course not," he laughed. "I've kept that pretty damn quiet. However, it hasn't been easy. If mom was a little wiser and looked a little closer now and then, she might notice some strange things about my arm."
"You know, I wish you could get out of this. Make it the last time. Could you do that?"
"I don't know. I wish I could. But, I frankly don't know."
She felt very badly that he couldn't make up his mind to quit. Or, at least make the attempt to quit. But, there was nothing more that she could say.
"Take it easy," she smiled as he left her.
"Take it easy, teach," he nodded. "See you on Saturday night."
She went to bed, but she had a restless night of it. All night long she kept thinking about Fred. She kept wishing that she could do something, something to change his life in a positive way. She felt awful, as she felt she was pulling him down, down, to further degradation. She could not help but wonder where it would all end.
The next day at school she was so tired she could hardly go through with the lessons. And, then, a supervisor had to walk in and observe her teaching.
"Class," she said, bringing them to attention, "I want you all to do your reading now. And, we'll have our test tomorrow."
They made plenty of noise while they were supposed to be reading. She didn't know what to do about it. She couldn't make up her mind whether it would be better to make a big fuss, or just drop the whole thing.
She decided against dropping it, hoping against fate that the supervisor wouldn't notice how bad off things actually were. However, she was wrong. After the class had gone, the supervisor came up to her.
"Miss Terry," she smiled, "how long have you been teaching?"
"Long enough," she said.
"Well, you'd never know it from the way you conduct your class. I hate to say that, you can be sure. It does not give me pleasure to have to tell people what I think of them. But, dear, you are doing a shabby job as a teacher."
"And, what exactly does that mean?"
"That means a very bad report, my dear."
"Thank you," she snapped indignantly.
"I don't appreciate your attitude."
"Well, maybe I don't appreciate yours."
"Well, that's just too bad," she said, laughing. "Because, baby, I happen to be the one that is going to keep you here or have you booted out. With a bad enough report on your teaching today, I might get you out quicker than you think."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you? You'd just love that."
"Yes, for the sake of the students, I would. I frankly think you're a lousy teacher."
"You don't mince words, do you?"
"No, that would be a hypocritical thing to do. And, I'm no hypocrite."
"Take it easy," Sally said, as she turned and walked away.
"I haven't finished with you yet," she said.
"That's what you think."
She was really disgusted, and she got out of the school as quickly as she could that night. However, the next day the principal said he wanted to see her. She went in to talk to him, and he said, "I'm sorry, Miss Terry, but I have a very bad report from the supervisor. She doesn't think you have the makings of a teacher."
"Maybe I don't," Sally told him quite frankly. "And if I don't, then I should get out, shouldn't I?"
"You know, it's funny the way you're taking this," the principal observed. "Usually people want to fight to stay, but from all you say, you don't give a damn."
"So you figured that out, did you?" she said sarcastically.
"Well, it's quite obvious," he told her frankly.
"As far as I'm concerned, this can be my last year. I don't think I fit in here, either."
"I think it should be your last year, Miss Terry," the principal said. "I've heard some rumors that I don't like."
"Is that so?" she said nervously.
"Yes, it's so. I've heard rumors to the effect that you are making out with a couple of students. A boy named Dale, and another student named Fred."
"Talk is cheap," she shot back.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" he demanded.
"Yes," she said, "you just try to prove anything more."
"So far, you're in luck. We have no proof. However, Miss Terry, let me assure you, when we do have proof, we will move. And we'll move swiftly to eliminate you from our school family as soon as possible. Dealing with these children is a sacred trust. Some people look at it that way, others don't. But, I assure you, we are not going to accept anything but your complete loyalty. And, your adherence to the highest ethical codes."
She left the school that day feeling like two cents. As fate would have it, she would have to meet her fellow teacher, Jeff, in the parking lot.
"How are you tonight?" he smiled at Sally.
"Just fine," she smiled.
"You're not telling the truth," he said quickly. "You were in there tonight with the principal. I guess he didn't have some pretty things to say to you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, putting him off the trail.
Now, he looked at her with a penetrating look, and she had to tell the truth. "Alright, if you must know, I won't be there much longer."
"I'm sorry."
"Well, that's the breaks. I'm sorry, too. It could be worse."
She got dressed for the event, and wore a wig. Also, she had bought a dildo, for she wanted to be ready for trying different things if it was needed.
"Well, I guess we're ready to go now," she smiled, as she picked up her purse which was loaded now.
He looked at her and smiled slightly. "You're a good sport, teach," he said. "Let's go. We'll be late."
Keeping a stiff upper lip, no matter how she felt, she went with him. She drove, and he told her where to go. It was a remote motel on the outskirts of town. She wondered how many men the room could accommodate. However, he assured her that it was two or three rooms put together.
She got out and went into the place with him. As they entered the room, she noticed it was crowded and blue with smoke. A man came toward them and suggested that they go to the far room of the suite of rooms. Once they were in the room, they closed the door.
"We want to have something real unusual tonight," the man smiled. "We'll end with the dog act. And, you can think of what you want to do to begin with."
"I've got an excellent idea," she assured the man. "I've got my dildo, and I'll fuck Freddie's ass-hole and suck him off at the same time. That ought to hold them."
"Well, that does sound delicious," he chuckled. "It's marvelous what people can think of doing, isn't it?"
"Oh, it really is," she said, "and it's important, too."
"Important?" he asked, turning around before he went out.
"Why, yes," she laughed. "What could be more important than men eager to get their rocks off?"
"You're pretty good," the man laughed, as he went back.
Then she explained to Freddie what she would do. As she stripped off her clothes, she reached for a dildo and strapped it on herself.
"Fred," she smiled. "I'll slide this dildo up your ass-hole, and you can angle your body so I can suck your cock off. How does that sound?"
"That sounds like fun," he smiled.
Now, Freddie was stark naked. She reached for her wig, and then she put on a small silver mask.
"You look fantastic with all of that gear on," he chuckled.
"Well, I guess we'll be entertaining." Naked, they walked out into the other bedroom. The men were out of their minds on booze and laughing as they walked in.
"Well, look what we've got here," one man smiled. "A les and a kid. This should be fun."
Freddie got on the bed and spread his legs for her. She knelt under him, and got his hips at just the right spot so she could slide the dildo in there. It was well-greased and she gave it a sharp, sudden thrust. The men applauded as they saw what she was attempting to do.
However, they had a big surprise when Fred began arching his body so that his penis would be even with her mouth. Soon she could let her tongue-tip touch the head of the cock. Now they really did applaud.
"Look at that fucker go," one blubbery fat man observed.
Now, Freddie reached out to grip her head and guide her over his tool. "Suck it for me, honey," he told her. "Suck it, baby, suck it. Oh, yes, that's it. That's beautiful, that's what I like." The passionate pleasure that they were enjoying now was almost too much.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes. Do it, baby, do it!"
The pleasure was building. "Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes, that's beautiful. Do it, baby, do it. Ohhh, ahhh. Yes, yes!"
Now, one dildo sliding up the ass-hole and one mouth over one cock was producing great pleasure.
"Hey, I'm enjoying that, too," one man commented.
"So would I," one man smiled. "I ought to have her fuck my ass-hole and suck my cock when she finishes him."
Now, she had her mouth over just the head of it, and she was sucking the penis vigorously. He enjoyed it tremendously and she did, too. "Ohh, suck it, baby, suck it," he panted, as he pushed into her.
"Ahh, ohh, yes, baby, yes, keep it up, baby. Keep it up. That's what I want, baby. Oh, yes, suck my prick!"
At the same time, Freddie was wiggling his ass as she drove the dildo in there.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, suck it, baby, suck it. That's beautiful."
The pleasure was building. "Ohh, ohhh, ahhh!"
Freddie's saliva-slickened shaft was sliding in and out of her mouth, and she was giving him good hard thrusts.
"Oh, I love that," he panted. "I love it!"
Now, his penis was almost set to explode.
"Suck it off for him," one man asked. "Suck it, suck it, baby, suck it!"
Suddenly the prick exploded in her mouth, and she sucked the juice in. The men observed her as she swallowed the young boy's sperm. Meantime, she didn't quit sliding the tool in there for a moment.
"Fuck me," he told her. "Fuck me!"
The dildo kept gliding up there, and he was developing good bodily movements as he thrust up so he could get the dildo moving in faster.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes. Keep it up, keep it up, baby. Oh, that's beautiful!"
His ass was rising off the bed as the dildo pumped into his ass. When she slid her mouth off his penis, there was another round of applause. He was really proud of himself that he was giving them such a good performance. He knew he would have his debt paid off. Now, she slid the dildo out of him and went back to the other room. As they talked together in the other room, Freddie asked her, "Wasn't that a lot of fun?"
"Yes, it really was." She had a good laugh, and so did he. It was obvious to them both that there was something super about balling in front of people.
"I get turned on when people are watching, don't you?"
"Yes, it's really fun."
Suddenly, the man who was throwing the party came in with the dog. "Well, here he is."
"What a beautiful dog," she smiled. "What's his name?"
"Tiger!" he said. "Because he's a real tiger with the women. See his pecker?"
She looked down, and sure enough, the dog had a tremendous hard-on.
"Well, we're going to have some fun. You're gonna get to fuck that dog."
It didn't take long now for her to get the point. She went over to the bed and spread out, and the dog came over and suddenly he was thrusting it to her cunt.
"Oh, it's just a practice run," she smiled at the dog. "Stop it, Tiger, stop it!" Tiger was a little disturbed. He didn't appreciate having his balls excited and then the let-down. However, she assured him that in a few moments they would all be ready to go.
Now, she was ready but wondered what Freddie would do. "What does Freddie do?"
"Oh, Freddie knows," the man smiled. "Freddie has provided us with good entertainment. He goes in there and pulls his meat off while he watches. The men get a big charge out of this."
They went back into the bedroom, and Freddie pulled on his pecker while she got on the bed. The men applauded them as the dog got in line with her cunt. Now, the dog was ready to go.
"Fuck me, baby," she looked up at Tiger, grasping Tiger's tool and easing it into her vagina. She was ready to roll. Faster and faster the dog's penis slid into her pussy.
"Oh, that feels fantastic," she said. Her pelvis was pushing up as she went to town. "Ohh, Tiger, you're fantastic. Keep it going, Tiger, keep it going!"
Faster and faster the dog did his thing, and she enjoyed every moment of it. "Ohh, ahh, yes, Tiger, yes!" Suddenly there was a sound, and she didn't even observe it. However, Freddie did. His hand continued pumping, but the door opened.
There was his father. As his father looked at him, he glared in a rage. "Freddie," he said, "what are you doing here?"
Suddenly the men all scrambled for their clothes. But, not before two men tried to stop them. It was an indecent performance and they knew that they were liable to be turned in. More than that, they were dealing with a minor. Suddenly, the teacher was aware of what was happening. The dog didn't give a damn, and he continued thrusting into her and got his rocks off. Some men were howling with laughter as they darted out of the place as the dog finished fucking. Then, when the investigators tore her wig off and asked her name, she hesitated to tell them.
"That's my teacher," Freddie said, ending the questioning.
"Well, thank you, Freddie," she told him.
It really got her disgusted that Freddie had to open his big mouth. The man looked at her and said, "Thanks for taking care of my son. You really did a nice job. I've got to congratulate you."
"Huh, it's not just me," she said, "it's him. Look at his arm, will you." Freddie tried to hide his arm, but his father grabbed him and looked.
"Needle-prints, huh? Well, kid, just what I suspected. And you were doing this to finance that?"
The boy nodded sheepishly. The investigator turned to the teacher and snarled, "Get your clothes on, you cheap slut."
"I'm a teacher," she said angrily.
"That's the kid's tough luck," he said. She got off the bed and the dog just stood there.
"Well, who's going to claim Tiger?" she said.
"The dog pound," the investigator snapped. "Now, get dressed."
She finally got dressed, and all the time she was dressing, she was trying to think of a way out, but there was none. It bothered her no end. Nevertheless, when she was booked downtown, she had nothing much to say. Now, and then, she would ramble on with a long diatribe against Freddie, but it was all to no avail. When her trial came up, nobody came near. Then, she was given a suspended sentence, and of course, her job was over.
After the trial, when she walked alone in the hall, Jeff came over to her side. "It's too bad," he said.
"Well, Jeff, thank you. I'm glad somebody cared."
"You probably have a lot of friends at school who cared," he said, "but, horey, once you get involved in a thing like this, it's a real mess."
She walked away alone, and decided she would have to change her identity and move to another city. Her past was rugged and rotten. To her great surprise, when she got back home, Freddie was standing at the door.
"Leave me alone," she said. "I mean it."
Freddie just stood there dumbfounded and kept mumbling, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm sorry."
Sally Terry was sorry for herself. When she went into her apartment she shut the door on Freddie, and on her past. Now, she had to find a new beginning, and she didn't know what to do. One thing she had learned for damn sure, and that was never to touch a kid. Molestation was no joke. She had discovered that, the hard way.