Chapter 1
"Me?" Jane Parker said. "Oh, no, you've got to be kidding."
"I'm not kidding, Jane," replied Howard Martin. "You're the only person who can do it. All the kids are counting on you."
"Hell," Jane muttered.
Jane and Howard, both teachers, were discussing the annual spring hike of the Central High Troopers, a boys' club. Howard, the leader and adviser of the Troopers, had broken his leg, leaving the boys without supervision for their traditional spring hike. Now he was asking Jane to take his place.
Jane hated the idea. She enjoyed hiking, but she didn't relish the idea of leading a dozen high-spirited teenage boys on a week-long trip through the woods. It was hard enough to control those kids in the classroom. She would have rejected the job immediately, except for one thing-she was in love with Howard Martin.
"Oh, Howard, I don't know," she sighed. "I'm a woman, after all. Would the boys obey me?"
"Sure," Howard said confidently. "They know you're a first-rate hiker and a good teacher. No reason why they shouldn't obey you just like they'd obey me. Please, Jane, say you'll do it. It would be a terrible disappointment for them to miss this hike."
Jane had just one more card to play. "But, Howard," she said, "that hike will use up my whole spring vacation!"
"And what were you going to do during your vacation?" Howard asked with a grin.
"Hike," Jane admitted.
"Then it's settled," Howard proclaimed. "You're the new temporary leader of the Central High Troopers. The boys will be very relieved to hear that."
Jane wondered about that. The Troopers worshipped Howard Martin, but how would they feel about a woman taking his place? She eyed Howard ruefully. Tall, lanky, handsome even in his horn-rimmed glasses, he was in terrific shape and looked younger than his forty years. He was also a bachelor. He was everything Jane wanted in a man. Too bad she wasn't nervy enough to let him know that.
She and Howard were friends, that was all. Jane wanted to be much more than a friend to him. Alone in bed at night, she'd imagine how it would be to have him naked beside her, wanting her, his cock hard as a rock. The fantasy got her so excited that she had to play with herself, much to her shame. But she couldn't conquer her lust for the man, and she day-dreamed about him all the time.
Howard, shy and proper, no doubt would have been shocked if he'd known the wicked thoughts going through Miss Jane Parker's mind. While he was innocently thinking of hiking and bird-watching and photographing wild flowers, Miss Parker was mentally undressing him and wondering if he was a decent lay. Jane was very grateful that Howard showed no talent for mind-reading.
"Well, Howard," she sighed, "I guess you've talked me into it. I'd better get fight home and start packing my gear."
Howard got up from his desk and hobbled over to her, his leg encased in a heavy cast. "Jane, you're wonderful," he beamed. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you taking over for me in this emergency." He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then added bashfully, "I'd like to take you out to dinner when you get back."
Jane gawked at him. It was the first time he'd asked her for a date, and they'd known each other nearly a year. "Why, thank you, Howard," she said quickly. "I'd like that very much."
"See you in a week, then," he said.
"Right," Jane sighed, "in a week."
Driving home, she wondered how she'd let herself get talked into the whole crazy project. A woman leading a troop of teenage boys on a weeks' hike? It was ridiculous. But she couldn't refuse Howard anything, she wanted him so much. She wondered if he felt any attraction to her at all. Really, she wasn't over the hill yet.
Jane Parker was a tall brunette, thirty-five years old, with a pretty face and a stunning big-breasted body. She had never married, partly because she was so shy and uptight, partly because she'd never met just the right man. Now she was sure she'd found him, but Howard Martin was even more shy than she was. Maybe if she led this hike successfully, it would break through his reserve.
Okay, dammit, she'd do it for Howard. She'd do it to get to Howard, his mind and his body. And oh, God, how she could use his body. It had been years since she'd been with a man. In her lonely spinster life, she was always more or less horny, but never had she wanted a man as much as she wanted Howard Martin. She could frankly admit to herself that she wanted him to fuck her.
But that was just in the privacy of her mind. Outwardly she was prim and proper Miss Parker, the English teacher, and that was how she presented herself at dawn the next morning when she met the Central High Troopers at the edge of town. She wore her sensible khaki hiking shorts and shirt, with stout boots, and had drawn her thick brown hair back into a severe bun. The boys looked at her respectfully.
Jane thought it would be good to make a little speech before they started out.
"Welcome to the annual Central High Troopers spring hike," she said. "We go from here to the top of Green Mountain and back. I'm as sorry as you are that Mr. Martin can't lead you, but we'll make him very proud if this hike is a success. Are you ready?" The boys cheered loudly. "Then let's go," Jane said, leading the way.
Jane was a tough and experienced hiker, and the boys were young and hearty, so by noon they were well into the woods. Jane called a halt for lunch, and when she was ready to move on, she noticed that three of the boys were missing. Telling the others to wait, she scouted the area. Soon she came to a little waterfall and a deep pond below it. She stopped still, gasped, and blushed.
There were the three missing boys, naked as jay birds, having themselves a swim.
They hadn't seen Jane yet, and she quickly withdrew into the shadow of the trees, wondering what to do. She supposed the boys always skinny-dipped when they were with Martin, and perhaps he joined them. But this was different. As a woman, she couldn't just walk up to them. And if she called out for them to rejoin the hike, they'd know she'd seen them. It was all very embarrassing.
From her hiding place she could see the boys clearly. She found herself fascinated with their firm tan young bodies and their pale flopping cocks. Especially their cocks. She gawked at the milky-white blue-veined sausages, all three of them limp and bouncing. She studied three pairs of rosy-red wobbling balls. The three boys were all quite attractive. She wanted to just stand there and stare.
The boys were running around the edge of the pond, diving, ducking each other, having a marvelous time. Jane recognized all three of them as former students. Greg was a senior, a tall blond boy and a natural leader. His two best buddies, Willie and Chet, were juniors. Willie was a husky redhead, Chet a wiry little guy with black hair.
The breeze shifted, and suddenly Jane could hear what the boys were saying.
"Hey, Greg," Chet said with a grin, "don't you think Miss Parker has a great ass?"
"The greatest," Greg chuckled. "I been right behind her all morning watching it."
"Far-out tits, too," Willie sighed.
"Yeah, they're big ones, all right," Greg said. "I'd sure like to see her with her clothes off."
Jane was stunned. She'd always thought of her pupils as children, not young adults. She'd never imagined them talking about sex, let alone discussing their teachers as sex objects. She felt shocked and embarrassed. To think that Greg had had his eyes on her ass the whole morning, thinking lusty thoughts about her! Jane was tempted to call the hike off, turn around and go home.
But of course she couldn't let Howard down, nor could she disappoint the boys. She'd just have to ignore whatever crude remarks she might overhear. And it was just talk, wasn't it? Those young boys couldn't really be interested in getting it on with a person her age.
"I wonder if she's balling anybody?" Greg was saying.
"Miss Parker?" Willie said. "No way. She's an old maid. I don't think she's even interested in guys."
A lot you know, sonny, Jane thought wistfully.
"I bet you're wrong," Chet said. "I think she's got the hots for Mr. Martin."
Jane's face flamed. Young Chet was far too perceptive for her tastes. Yet, he was right. She did have the hots for Howard. She wanted to go to bed with him so badly, she ached. Just thinking about it right now, she felt her poor starved pussy getting all hot and moist.
"You think so?" Greg was saying. "Man, I wish she had the hots for me. I'd sure like to screw her."
All the boys guffawed, and Jane blushed even deeper. By now the three pals were sitting on the edge of the pond, dangling their feet in the water, and their sexy conversation was starting to have its effect, jane noticed that each kid's cock was twitching into stiffness. Her face grew even redder, yet somehow she couldn't look away.
Yes, it was true, as the boys talked about her and how they'd like to ball her, they all got stiff cock-stands. Their pale pricks hugged their bellies tightly, pointing up at the sky, and the heads of their cocks soon got engorged and almost purple. Their rosy hairless balls swelled up into taut round bags, crowding their crotches. Jane stared and stared. It had been years since she'd seen a man's dick.
In fact she'd only been fucked once in her life, a brief affair with a fellow student while she was in college. She'd expected the boy to marry her, that was why she'd gone all the way with him, but he'd dumped her for a popular sorority girl. Jane, fifteen years later, no longer cared about the boy, but she still missed the sex. Sometimes her stored-up lust seemed unbearable.
Like right now. Watching those three naked boys with their handsome stiff-standing cocks, she felt such a rush of horniness that she almost moaned out loud. Her hungry pussy was achingly swollen, and her needy cunt was leaking a steady trickle of steamy-hot juice that moistened the crotch of her panties. If ever she needed a good stiff fucking, it was now.
But she was out of luck, as usual. All she could do was stand there in an agony of need and watch those three naked boys and their hard-ons. Suddenly Greg curled his fingers around his swollen rigid prick and began slowly pumping it.
"We better get back to the others pretty soon," he said, "but let's have a jack-off contest first. I got all horny talking about Miss Parker."
"Right on," Chet laughed. "Who wins, the first guy to come, or the one who shoots the farthest?"
"Both," Willie grunted, making them all laugh.
The three boys began pumping their stiff young cocks in their fists, aiming out over the water, working briskly. Jane knew it was totally improper for her to watch, and yet she couldn't tear herself away. She stared longingly at those handsome stiff pricks, thinking how badly she needed one of them. Jacking off seemed like such a waste.
But what was she thinking of? These boys were way too young for her, young enough to be her own sons. It was shameful of her to get turned on by such a sight. Yet she looked and looked, and all the while her poor starved gash grew hotter, wetter, more swollen. Soon the three boys started to pant, and Jane was panting right along with them.
She remembered back to her very first fuck, her one and only lover. She was twenty, and the boy, Stewart, a year older. They were sitting in the back of his parked car one dark night, safe in a deserted alley. Stewart was doing everything he could to persuade Jane to go all the way. And he was having some success. She was so horny, she could hardly control herself.
"Come on, baby, come on," Stewart crooned. "You know we both need it."
"I'm afraid," Jane said, which was true.
Stewart had gotten farther with her tonight than ever before. After seeing a movie, they'd parked, and he'd managed to undress her from the waist up. Feeling dizzy with longing, Jane had let him remove her blouse and bra, and now he was fondling her big naked tits with hot excitement. Jane's boobs were gorgeous, the size and shape of cantaloupes, capped with little rosy-red nipples.
Stewart eagerly molded then squeezed the hot satiny flesh of her tits, and Jane was amazed at how delicious it felt. Shy and withdrawn, she'd never had a boyfriend before, and of course no man had ever kissed her or played with her jugs. This was a first, and she was overwhelmed. She wanted Stewart to go on caressing her sensitive tits all night.
But of course Stewart wasn't content with that. He'd fondled and kissed her big heavy jugs for half an hour, even applying his tongue to her nipples and lashing them into stiffness. Now he wanted to see more of her, go farther. Jane wanted it, too, and yet she was afraid. It could hurt. She could get pregnant. He might not respect her afterwards.
"Baby, there's nothing to be afraid of," Stewart assured her. "Just let me touch all of you."
As he spoke, he was sliding his hand up her skirt. Jane felt his warm firm hand on her bare thigh, and she experienced a dizzying rush of lust. For the first time in her life she understood the word "horny." Her virgin pussy was flaming-hot and very wet. She felt the urgent need for something stiff and hard in her cunt. She knew she was dangerously close to giving in to Stewart.
"Oh, please," she whimpered, "we shouldn't."
"Bull," Stewart said. "We should do whatever makes us feel good."
He kept whispering to her soothingly, and all the while he was working his hand slowly up her bare leg. Finally he touched the damp hot crotch of her panties. Jane blushed furiously, yet at the same time she felt heart-pounding desire. No boy had ever touched her there before. It was thrilling. Her virgin cunt leaked a big rush of hot juice.
"I can feel that," Stewart panted. "I feel you getting wet for me. You want it."
Jane felt too confused and embarrassed to reply. She lay back against the seat of the car, trembling and dizzy, wondering what to do. She desperately wanted to find out what fucking was like, but still she hesitated. Meanwhile Stewart wasn't wasting any time. He slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties and touched her naked gash.
"STEWART," Jane gasped.
"Easy, easy," he crooned. "I'm just touching you. Touching can't hurt anything."
She let his voice lull her into submission. She really wanted him to touch her pussy, knowing instinctively that it would feel good. He ran his finger up and down the scalding-hot slick flesh of her slit, and sure enough, she felt sharp sensations of pleasure. He felt around and located the tiny firm lump of her clit. Placing a fingertip on the moist little button, he began to rub it.
"Oooooo," Jane squeaked.
She'd never felt anything so delicious in her life. Modest and repressed, she'd never played with her own clit before, and she'd had no idea that it was the source of intense pleasure. Stewart, who'd been around a little, knew just how to rub her hot little joy button, and soon she was panting loudly and creaming all over his stroking finger. Whatever he was doing to her, she wanted more.
"Feels nice, doesn't it, honey?" he whispered.
"Umm-hmmm," Jane moaned. "UMMM."
Her whole pussy seemed to melt with pleasure. She slumped back against the seat and enjoyed it, Stewart's finger massaging her clit steadily, deliciously. As he worked, he began to ease down her panties. Jane vaguely felt it, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop him. At last she felt him slipping her panties off over her feet, then easing her down on her back.
"Stewart, no, we mustn't," she whimpered.
"I gotta have you," he panted. "I'm dying. Look, Jane, just look at this."
He was kneeling between her legs, and Jane dizzily opened her eyes, then gasped. In the faint starlight she could see something long and pale and stiff protruding from the fly of his pants. She'd never seen a cock before. She gawked at it. It looked enormously long and thick. And he wanted to put that huge thing into her virgin box.
"Oh, my God, Stewart, NO," Jane gasped.
But it was too late. The frantically horny young man threw himself heavily onto her, and she felt the rock-hard head of his cock jamming into the tight but juicy mouth of her cunt. She pushed at his shoulders and whimpered in protest, but he was already pushing his cock into her, stuffing her tiny snug twat, taking her cherry. With one final shove he plunged his prick clear to her womb.
"OHHHHH," Jane wailed.
She stopped struggling. She'd expected her first fuck to hurt, but it didn't. It felt fantastically good. She loved having that thick hard meat deep inside her horny little box, loved Stewart's quick deep thrusts. Her molten-hot cream gushed around his cock as he balled her, and she felt herself rising rapidly toward a black-out of pleasure.
Jane had had her first orgasm that night, and after that she was Stewart's slave, ready to go to bed with him whenever he wanted her. She knew even then that she had more powerful needs and desires than most women. A few months later when Stewart dumped her, it had almost killed her-not because she loved him, but because she needed the sex so much. Yet she'd never had another man, afraid of being dumped again.
That had been fifteen years ago, and since then she'd lived in an agony of lust, forced to masturbate just to keep her sanity. And the older she got, the more powerful her needs became. She knew it was time to do something about it. She needed a man, and she wasn't going to be bashful about it any longer. Just wait till this damned hike was over and she could be alone with Howard Martin!
But that was a whole long week away, and here she was hiding in the woods and watching three handsome teenage boys jerking off. As they pumped away, their pale blue-veined pricks got more swollen and rigid, dripping glistening globs of cream. Jane eyed the three engorged cocks ravenously, and she felt her hand creeping toward her crotch.
She had to, she just had to. She was so achingly horny, she could have died. She wouldn't be able to keep her mind on her responsibilities if she didn't get some relief. Ashamed but desperate, she slipped her hand inside her shorts and panties and touched the red-hot firm lump of her clit. She placed a fingertip against the throbbing button and began to rub it.
"Ummmmm," she murmured. "Oh, God, yesss."
As she frigged herself, she kept her eyes glued to the three boys. They were as excited as she was, their eyes closed, their faces twisted in horny grimaces. They were nearly thirty feet away from her, but she could hear them panting and groaning.
"Oh, Christ," Greg gasped, "I'm gonna shoot."
The three boys opened their eyes and watched Greg's cock. His fist flew up and down the milky-white column of stiff flesh, and then suddenly his prick lurched violently and shot a stream of thick come halfway across the pond. Greg groaned hoarsely and pumped till his cock went limp and empty.
"There," he gasped, "try to beat that."
Red-haired Willie was right behind him, whimpering with excitement as he pumped his rigid swollen cock, then yelping as he began to shoot his load. The thick white cream jetted out over the pond, but not as far as Greg's. Willie grinned and shrugged. Chet was still furiously pumping his stiff engorged dick.
Jane watched avidly, all the while rubbing her swollen soaked clit. Dizzily she imagined herself boldly walking in on the boys and using those gorgeous hard-ons for herself. She imagined how great it would feel to take one stiff young cock after another. Then she scolded herself for having such disgusting thoughts. But as Chet moaned and shot his load into the water, she came right along with him, her red-hot joy button spasming with pleasure.
-"I win again," Greg said triumphantly. "We better get back to the troop now."
Jane hastily wiped her cream-smeared finger on some leaves, then hurried back to her young hikers, feeling thoroughly ashamed of herself. She'd have to do something about her unbearable lust, yes-but this was not the time and place to do it.