Chapter 1
Marilee Stevens had been a New York fashion model whose finely-chiseled artistically beautiful face had graced the covers of some of the leading magazines in America. However, being a fashion model became boresome for her. She decided that she was going to get away from home, as her father was an old fashioned Victorian type thinker. He ruled with an iron hand. Even her mother made her ask permission to do everything but go to the john. It was ridiculous she thought not to be on her own. Because her father was a powerful lawyer with a Wall Street firm, they lived in Connecticut and every night when he'd get home by commuter, she'd have to be on her toes and do everything exactly the way he wanted it. Her father sent her to an all-girl's school, and then to Smith. She went out with quite a few men, but never felt comfortable around them. She still wanted some intellectual development.
Most of the guys were only interested in getting inside her pants. One night after fighting off an Ivy League tackle from Princeton, she was exhausted. The guy had been all hands, and most of the time they were tickling her twat.
Finally, she bit him on the fingers good and hard, and he got the point. He called her a bitch, so she had slapped him across the face.
"If that's the way you want it, you goddamn prude, I'll drive you back to your home," he barked.
"The sooner the better," she shot back. That was when she made her decision to become a teacher. She wanted something more intellectual, more to her liking. She thought it would be fun to be with young people, and teach them how to grow up, not like animals.
However, she was always feeling frustration. As the way men made the sex pitch toward her was anything but pleasurable. It disgusted her. However, there was one man, who wasn't such a crude ape, that did excite her. That was Randy Harvest, and he knew how to take her in his arms and caress her.
One night Randy was running his fingers gently through her hair. He was feeling of her tits, and she got a tingly feeling between her legs. There was no doubt about it, she was turned on in the big way by him.
He picked up on the fact that she was aroused right away and he told her about some of the girls around school who liked him physically, but she-kept insisting she wouldn't do anything with him. And so, that was over. However, she always wondered what it would be like to go further.
When she got busy in the teacher's college, all of her past was left behind her. She was glad it could rest there. However, her honey-blonde hair and her shapely body were always attracting different men to her. This bothered her as she wanted, to be liked for herself, not her body or physical assets. Yet, with blue eyes, fair skin, and blonde hair, she was quite a sex pot, like it or not.
Her first year of teaching brought her many experiences. One she could never forget.
The annual teacher's field trip, where a teacher would take a class out in nature, was something she looked forward to. Yet, it proved her undoing.
One clear star-studded night, when they had put out the campfire on the field trip, and she was almost asleep, she heard some sounds in the tent next door. Suddenly, a young boy, Alan, appeared in the doorway of her tent. Picking up the flap, Alan announced, "They're having a fight in there, teach."
"Alan, you shouldn't burst in on me like this," Marilee said nervously, pulling the blanket over her breasts which were almost naked.
"Sorry to bother you, teach," he said.
Glancing up at Alan, she saw a bit of his cock which was showing between his legs. The pajamas didn't cover it.
"You know, teach, you're really a nice looking person."
"I think you ought to go to bed now," Marilee said quickly.
"Yes, teach," the boy said, and turned around. However, in the middle of the night, she suddenly realized someone was in her sleeping bag with her. Before she could scream, hands were over her face and a voice said, "Don't make any noise."
Marilee Stevens was frightened out of her mind. She didn't know what to do. All at once she felt a naked young boy's body pressing against hers. She thought she would flip out of her mind. However, the huge cock pressing against her vagina was exciting.
The combination of having a young boy's naked body and his huge peter exciting her, was causing her to wish she could have sex. It wasn't a crude ape's brutality, it was a young horny boy with a big prick between his legs.
As his penis brushed up against her vagina, the tingly feeling returned between her legs. No doubt about it, she was getting hotter and hotter.
The boy realized she was a gorgeous 'blonde who was really stacked. And his chest pressed against her breasts. Finally, he told her, "Baby, you're so beautiful. I can't help it."
He plunged his tongue into her mouth and french-kissed her. To her own amazement, she pushed back. Reaching down Alan guided his rod into her slit. As she felt the huge prick sliding in her, her body quivered.
Her arms went around him, and she reached down to grasp his naked buttocks and massage him there.
"Oh, teach, does that ever feel good," the young boy panted as he pushed himself into her.
Now the two of them were uninhibited. She wanted to get it from him as badly as he wanted to give it to her. With every thrust her vagina muscles gripped him.
"Oh, teach, that's beautiful," the boy gasped as he went on screwing her.
"Oh, ah, fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, teach, yes, fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, that's it! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, ah, that's what I like!"
They were really going to town at this point. The wild sensations flashing through her body were something she never knew before. Often she used to lie awake nights thinking of sex and how exciting it would be to get fucked. Now, she was embarrassed by this physical relationship. But she was able to vigorously work her snatch around the cock. The boy was getting his good time, and so was she.
As he thrust it between her legs, she gripped it tighter and tighter. The boy looked into her eyes and saw her breath coming short, as she excitedly threw herself into the act.
"Oh, teach, that's it, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, that's what I like. Oh, yes, yes."
It was a beautiful sensation for them both. He was getting hotter and hotter as he rammed his dick into her cunt. She was getting all the satisfaction she could ever want.
Now his stiff pecker was going to the finishing point. His hands were over her now and he reached down to grasp her buttocks.
"Oh, teach, I'm cuming! I'm cuming! That's it! Fuck it! Fuck it!"
He pulled the meat out of her snatch and she lay there.
"Oh, Alan, I shouldn't have let you do it," she sighed nervously now.
"But didn't you enjoy it, teach?" The perplexed young boy asked her.
"Yes, I did enjoy it. That's what's wrong, I shouldn't be enjoying sex with a student."
"Why not?" Alan demanded, unable to see right from wrong at this moment in his life. "I had a hard-on and I had to get my rocks off. What's wrong if you help me make it?"
"It isn't wrong for you and me, but other people would never understand."
"I'll never tell any other people," Alan assured her.
As he lay there he reached over and' felt her breasts. He pinched the nipples playfully and asked her permission, "Could I suck on your tits, teacher?"
"Alright, Alan, if you want to."
Alan buried his head between her breasts and started sucking on each nipple, and moving his mouth back and forth, she ran her fingers through her hair. He was like a young playful stud. She loved the way he put the excitement, the enchantment, the beauty back in sex for her. Everything had been out of focus sexually ever since she had been a model, and too many men had made passes at her until she almost hated men. However, this sensitive young boy who was only begging for sexual release, sensual feeling, brought everything back into focus for Marilee.
Finally, she told him, "You'd better get back to your tent, darling, we could be in awful trouble if they ever found us here."
"Alright, teach, I'll go back," the boy told her. However, he wanted to ram his dick into her cunt once more. But she said sadly, "Baby, you mustn't do this. Please go back."
He went back to his tent reluctantly, slipping on his pajamas as, he left. As she looked after his husky body, she realized that she found him about as fascinating, as he obviously had found her. This bothered her even more. It was wrong for her, and he knew it and she knew it. Therefore, Alan decided he'd better not tell anybody about their good time together. And he didn't.
However, he knew enough to know that there were problems. The problem was how to make the teacher again.
The very next day went smoothly. There were nature hikes, tree study groups, and all of the other things associated with a nature hike. Yet Marilee Stevens knew enough not to even look in the direction of Alan. She didn't want to give anyone a clue as to what she had been doing.
However, her conscience did bother her. She knew very well what trouble would be in store for her if it ever was revealed that she had had sex with a student.
The very next week she heard something that frightened her. At lunchtime another teacher told her, "Have you heard about Brad Parker?"
"No, what's up?"
"Well, horny old Brad put the make on one of the gym girls."
"You've got to be kidding," Marilee told the informant.
"No I'm not. You see, Brad and his wife haven't been getting along too well for years. And somehow being around the young girls excited him so much he couldn't control himself. Isn't that too bad?"
"Why yes, it is. Brad really was such a nice person."
"Well," the other teacher said, with a condescending smile, "I really think, honey, that he wasn't thinking much of us. Think of all the problems that it makes for us when someone on the faculty has sex with a student. Actually, he didn't give a damn about anybody here at the school, none of us teachers counted. All that mattered was Brad's hard prick. I can't stomach such selfishness. It's disgusting!"
"Yes, it is disgusting. However, you have to take into consideration that he hasn't had a very good relationship with his wife."
"That's his problem," the other teacher said grimly.
As Marilee left the cafeteria, she couldn't help thinking what a terrible thing it would be if it was ever discovered she had had sex with Alan. She could just hear them talking, gossiping, and saying what a sex maniac she was. All of this went through her mind as she went back to her class and began teaching her English lesson.
"Students," she said, "today I want you to do something most unusual. I want you to write a biography of yourself."
There was groans about the room as the students contemplated the fact that the teacher had an assignment that really meant a lot of work. All at once one girl raised her hand, "Teacher, teacher, could I ask you a question?"
"Alright, Betty, what is it?"
Betty got to her feet and said, "Listen, I want to know if it's all right if we tell everything in our stories about our pajama parties and some of our weekend parties."
A ripple of laughter went around the room, as the students glanced at each other and laughed. It was obvious that the teacher was trying to do something serious, and the students were trying to make a mockery of the classroom. However, it was interesting that one girl was so eager to tell all. Maybe she had a lot to tell.
"Alright," the teacher replied, "you might as well tell everything. There's no reason to be bashful. The important thing is that you express yourself."
"Alright," Betty smiled, "thank you, teacher." A sigh and a laugh went up from the classroom.
That afternoon, after all of the students had gone, Alan stumbled into her room.
"Hi, teach," he said.
"Good afternoon, Alan," she said.
"I would like to see you today. Later."
The teacher was about to tell him that he couldn't come near her, when she heard the principal walking down the hall. Hastily, she jotted her phone number down for the boy. He took it and she told him, "I'm real busy now. Call me later."
From the hushed, whispery way in which the teacher spoke, he knew it was best for him to split the scene. When the principal walked in the door, he looked away. The principal paid no attention to him, but focused his interest on the teacher.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stevens," the principal smiled.
"Good afternoon," Marilee said, sitting down at her desk.
"How is everything going?" he asked, glancing about the room.
"Just fine," she said. "How's everything with you?"
"Oh, good some ways, bad other ways."
"Yes," she said, "I've heard you had a little trouble with one of your teachers."
"I know," he said, "I've got to bring all that up at the faculty meeting next week. It really bothers me to think that there are teachers who would play with his student. It's disgusting. I think if a man wants to make a pass at a woman, it certainly should be a woman his age. To take advantage of a child's sexual attractions is really dirty."
"I think so, too," Marilee quickly said. "I can't imagine how anyone would ever see anything sexually appealing in a child."
"Well, I can," the principal acknowledged, "but that doesn't mean that a person has a right to take advantage of a child. For example, there's a girl that really turns me on. Joyce, you know who I mean, the gal who has the big tits. She wears a sweater, and I mean she's really stacked. However, I don't have to run around to a girl like that to get satisfaction. If I want to make it, I'll check with an older woman. Someone nearer my age. For example, if I were going to put the make on anybody around this school, I'd try putting it on you."
"I'm flattered," Marilee said, rising and looking away.
"You know, you are really a beautiful female," the principal smiled, "Really, I wish I were a single man when I look at you."
"Is that right?" Marilee laughed, "Well, you've got your wife."
"Yes, I have my wife," he acknowledged, "and I'm happy to say Mildred doesn't care if I play around, as long as she knows."
"You've got to be kidding," she said. "I can't believe it. You mean she doesn't care if you have sex with someone else?"
"No," he replied, "she's beautiful that way. Actually, it's a nice working arrangement. However, she-likes me to bring the other woman home."
"No, you don't mean it."
"I'm sorry, but that's the way she is. I would much prefer having sex with another woman away from her. But if she ever found out, it would be curtains."
"Actually, I suppose she's right. She knows who you're playing around with."
"Mildred wouldn't care one bit if you wanted to come home and have a very interesting sexual session with us."
"I have a boyfriend," she said quickly.
"Well, bring him along," the principal laughed. "Mildred might enjoy your boyfriend. I could enjoy you. Everybody would be happy."
"Well, I'm deeply flattered, I'll have to think it over and mention it to my boyfriend."
"Is your boyfriend anyone I know?"
"No, no, I don't think you know him. He isn't anyone from here:"
"I see," the principal smiled. "Well, you ask your boyfriend if he would enjoy some real sophisticated swinging sex sessions. We show color movies, which keep us stimulated, and we have some nice drinks and take some pill-poppers."
"Why, Principal Taylor," she smiled. "You're quite a man."
"Well," he said, "I guess I am rather horny for my age."
"You're not old," she said. "No, you're a young man yet."
"Thank you," the principal smiled. "Well, I guess I'd better be going now."
"Take it easy," Marilee smiled as the principal went out the door.
Now she was bothered. She didn't know how she could ever resolve her problems. It was obvious to her that something had to be done. But she wasn't eager to have sex with him or his wife. Who knows, she thought to herself, the wife could be a les and that would be no good.
She hastily got her things together and hurried down the hall to the parking lot. As she got to the parking lot, Alan was waiting.
"Alan, please, please call me. I'm afraid I'm being watched. I just don't dare take a chance. Can't you understand?"
"Yes, teach, I understand. I'll call you tonight. You try and understand me, too."
As she drove back to her apartment, she realized that there was. absolutely no way out. She knew that Alan would come over and demand sex with her. And this was what bugged her. At the same time she kept thinking of the principal. Perhaps, if she would put out with the principal and his wife, she could save herself from embarrassment providing Alan did talk. He would have a difficult time throwing her out of the school if she had something on him.
So a series of thoughts were whirling through her mind as she realized where the sex trail was taking her. When she got back to her apartment house, the manager smiled at her appreciatively.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stevens," he smiled "How's everything?"
"Just fine," she said, "just fine."
"Everything going good at school?"
"Oh, yes, students are studying, everything is fine."
She knew she'd answered in much too nervous a manner, but all of the jittery thoughts that were flooding her mind were bogging her down at this point.
Once inside her apartment, the phone would have to start ringing. At first she thought she wouldn't answer it. However, its persistent ring told her that was no ' way out. Finally she picked it up.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi," a voice said on the other end. Instantly she recognized it as Alan's voice.
"I thought you were going to call me tonight."
"I couldn't wait until tonight, teach," the boy admitted.
"Why don't you just forget it?" she told him bluntly.
"I can never forget you," the boy replied, "I've been dreaming about it ever since."
"Well, you've got to stop your dreaming sometime," she said. "It isn't right, it's got to end."
"Yes, teach," he said. "Everything ends sometime. But now is not the time for us to end. I'm coming over as soon as you tell me where you live."
The teacher hesitated for a moment. Now was her chance to make an out. If words or thoughts could flash into her mind, that could get him out of her life, she wouldn't give him the address. However, the harder she tried to think of something to get rid of him, the fewer the thoughts that came into her mind. At last she decided she might as well tell him.
After she had told him, he said, "Be right over!"
He hung up and so did she. And the shock that went through her at the realization of how hooked she was, floored her.
Finally, able to grasp her senses, she walked over to the sofa and lay down. However, rest wouldn't come. She went and got a drink and as the liquor reached her brain, she began relaxing. It was a. difficult position to be in. She couldn't call her father, for he would be as cold as the devil. Her mother was furious with her, ever since she decided to become a teacher, so she was one of the last persons in the world she could call. Actually she had nowhere to call, and nobody to fall back on but herself. So she decided that perhaps the best thing to do was to meet with him, talk with him, and hope that something could come up that would change it.
It wasn't one hour later then she heard the knock on the door, that told her he was there. However, when she answered the door, it turned out to be only the landlord.
"Miss Stevens, we'd like to clean the windows on the outside and the inside at your convenience. But we're doing it on Thursday and Friday of this week. Which day would you like?"
"Well, I'm in school until late in the afternoon," she explained. "I could give you the key, if you'd watch them while they're in here."
"Alright, Thursday would be great for us. We're doing windows right in your area."
"That's good," she said, "you have my permission. Just come in and watch."
Now she was waiting for the student. As she waited, she thought about everything she could think of to convince him he should have sex with another woman. There was one thing for sure, she was not going to do anything with him. She had made up her mind. She could swing the principal over to her side, and she didn't have to worry about him. If she stood her ground, she could work everything out. The main thing was not to panic, not to give in. .
As the day wore on, she worried more. She thought of all sorts of things, like getting her credentials revoked, like being written up in a newspaper, terrible scandalous things. Then there would be her mother and father saying "I told you so."
"Oh, God, why?" she asked herself aloud. She was really bugged, and she didn't know what to do. But she would not give up, despair would get her nowhere.