Chapter 3
It was three-twenty-five, ten minutes after the final bell had rung, signaling the conclusion to Ellen's first day on the job, but already the school building seemed silent as a tomb. She stood at one of the long rows of windows in her classroom, watching the last of the students strolling away from the school in friendly groups of three or four, their arms filled with school books, note books, sweaters and coats not needed in the bright afternoon sunlight.
Leaning wearily against the window sill, the lovely twenty-four year old teacher brushed a straying tendril of red hair from her forehead and marveled at how young they looked. It was hard to even imagine being that young and, yet, of course, when she was that age she had not felt young at all. For the umpteenth time that day, her thoughts went back to the night she had lost her virginity and she couldn't help but wonder at the shocking ideas that might well be brewing behind those innocent, well-scrubbed faces.
She was sure she was being silly to worry like this. After all, her own experience had just been a freak of fate, something that happens to one girl in a million, and she was just letting herself get worked up about something that happened seven years ago and had no relevance at all to the youngsters she was now dealing with. Undoubtedly, she had imagined the message she had seen in that boy's eye.
She made a face as she realized that she didn't even know the boy's name, or that of anyone else in her fourth period class. She had been so upset that it wasn't until the next class that she realized that she had completely forgotten to take the roll. Half the class could have been playing hooky and she wouldn't have known the difference. Quickly, she made the decision to stop pampering herself, indulging her ridiculous fears. Those two boys were probably no different than any other boys in the school and, from now on, she would treat them exactly like all the rest!
"Mrs. Ames, could we bother you for a moment?"
Ellen whirled around from the window and saw two teenaged boys standing in the doorway of her classroom. The blood drained from her face as she realized that it was those same two ... the handsome blonde and his dark-haired friend from her fourth period class. In a split second, she realized that the school was probably deserted already and that she was alone here with the two youths who had disturbed her so much. Then, just as quickly, she forced herself to put away her fears. Now was the time to put her resolution into effect. They were just students, she chided herself, just like any other young boys.
"Yes, of course," she said calmly, waving them into the room. "What can I do for you, boys?"
The tall, sandy-haired youth hesitated for just a moment in the doorway, indecision apparent on his face, but a moment later, his friend muttered something she could not hear and nudged him into the room.
Ellen was once again painfully conscious of their eyes ... the handsome blonde's seemingly involuntary scrutiny of her delicious body ... she didn't mind that. It was a kind of flattery, almost as though he could not take his eyes off her lush form. But, the look in the other boy's face cancelled out all the pride she might have felt. He was stripping her bare with his eyes and his look held none of the respect of a student looking at his teacher. She had never seen such raw animal lust in a man's eyes before as they locked on the soft mounds of her breasts as they strained out against her sweater. Her hands inadvertently covered her chest as she trembled at the thought of this insolent boy ever touching her.
"We just wanted to come by and apologize for disturbing the class this morning," the gleaming-eyed youth said slowly in a respectful tone, belying the contemptuous half-smile that curled his lips.
"Th-that's fine," she answered hurriedly, wanting to get them out of her classroom as soon as possible. "Just don't let it happen again. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go home." Unable to bear the dark-haired youth's gaze devouring her ripe body, she turned to look at the blonde boy beside him.
The boy's eyes showed a momentary disappointment, but then his handsome face brightened as though he had just remembered something important. "We wanted to ask you something too," he beamed, exchanging a quick glance with the other boy. "It was about something I read in the library. It didn't seem right to me and I wanted to ask you about it."
"Yes, Tom told me about it and I thought we could come and ask you," the other boy interjected.
"Oh, well, of course," Ellen said happily, relief evident in her tone. There, I've done it again, she thought angrily to herself. They just came in to ask me for help and here I am imagining all sorts of absurd things. "What is it that didn't make sense to you?"
The blonde boy's eyebrows knitted in a frown of deep concentration, and Ellen waited for his question. Now that she no longer felt fearful and apprehensive about their motives in coming to see her after school, she once again became terribly aware of the exciting masculine beauty of the tall boy's young body and she could barely suppress the tingle of involuntary excitement that coursed through her body at the very sight of him. For an unwary moment she wondered if he wore any underwear under his tight-hipped gray flannel trousers because she couldn't help but notice the outline of a long, thick penis and round weighty testicles through the thin material. Just the vision of his splendid, virile young body and the fact that she was virtually alone with him in the empty building flooded through her mind, paralyzing her, making her momentarily unable to move or do anything but feast her eyes on his magnificent form.
"Well, Mrs. Ames, I was in the library looking through this book by, um, what's his name?" He turned to his friend, then brightened as the memory returned to him. "Oh, yeah! It was Freud, and he ... um ... " His faltering voice jerked Ellen's thoughts back to the reality of the moment and she tried to look interested as he went on.
"Well, he was talking about this hang-up that some people have ... and he said it was because ... well ... "
His voice stopped and Ellen could see that he was busy trying to collect the right words to explain the great psychiatrist's ideas to her.
She felt sorry for him and infuriated with herself for not being resourceful enough to collect her own wits to help him express himself. She was now finding it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but the maddening effect his impressive young body was having on her own. No wonder she had been wildly imagining all those horrible things when he was in her class today, she realized in a moment of humiliating self-discovery. She had merely been projecting ... blaming all her own unscrupulous desires on her students, until she thought that this obviously sincere boy and his young friend were contemplating the very same unwholesome ideas that had been festering somewhere in her own mind! She felt humbled and completely ashamed for ever having suspected the two teenaged boys of the disgusting notions that probably had originated in her own head!
"Go on," she said sympathetically, hoping somehow to make up her unfairness toward the handsome blonde. "Just try to explain it as best you can and I'm sure I'll recognize the thing you're talking about, Tom." She smiled embarrassedly, then added, "Your name is Tom, isn't it? I seemed to have forgotten to take the roll in your class."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm Tom Powell," he nodded eagerly, then pointed to his dark-haired, husky friend who was lounging nonchalantly over the top of Ellen's desk. "And my friend's Sid Montgomery. We hang around together all the time. Sid and I are co-captains of the football team and ... "
"Just tell her about your library thing, Tom," the other boy interjected, a strange, secret smile playing across his lips. "Don't you remember why we came in here?"
"Oh ... oh, yeah ... " the blonde youth said slowly as he met his friend's eyes. Ellen could see his boyish enthusiasm of a moment before disappear, and when Tom looked back toward her, it almost seemed as though a light veil had been drawn down over his blue eyes, hiding his thoughts from her view. He smiled at her with a certain ingratiating boyish charm and Ellen was amused in spite of the fact that she was pretty positive that the expression had been assumed strictly for her benefit.
"Please, go on, Tom," she grinned patiently, wondering if he used the same enchanting expression on all his teachers, hoping to gain their favor.
"Well, it's like this ... " he began again, his wide eyes trained on her face in what she thought to be an appeal for patience. "When some people-are born and ... well, they grow up feeling like ... " His brow again wrinkled into a frown as he apparently struggled to find the proper words. "Oh, I just can't say it the way he did, Mrs. Ames. Would you mind an awful lot coming down to the library so I can show you what I'm trying to tell you about?"
"Look, why don't you just bring me the book tomorrow?" she quickly suggested, feeling an instantaneous flash of unexplainable wariness at the boy's suggestion.
"It's in the reference room," Sid chimed in, his face strangely anxious-looking. "We're never allowed to take any of the books out of there."
"Well ... " Ellen deliberated, then noticed the crestfallen look on the tall, blonde youth's face.
"That's all right, Mrs. Ames, it wasn't important anyway," Sid suddenly said, his voice clearly showing his disappointment. He jumped off her desk and began to nudge Tom out of the room. "I guess we shouldn't have bothered you. We'll just find out about it some other way. You probably want to go home to your husband. Maybe you can help us some other time when you have a chance."
At the mention of "her husband," Ellen realized for the first time that when she left the school she would be going home to an empty, lonely apartment. Now, all of a sudden, she wanted to postpone leaving the school building that afternoon for as long as she possibly could. Besides that, she felt guilty about her unwillingness to help the tall, blonde youth who had come to her for assistance. The boys were almost out the door before she made her decision.
"No, wait!" she suddenly cried, running toward them. "I'll be glad to go to the library with you. I just remembered that my ... my husband is going to be coming home late tonight," she lied. "Just give me a chance to pack up my papers and I'll be ready to go."
A few minutes later, Ellen and the two boys were approaching a door of heavy, frosted glass, marked "Reference" with a large brass plaque. Through the thick glass pane, the statuesque redhead could see that the room was only dimly lighted by the waning rays of the afternoon sunlight and once again she began to feel grave misgivings about the wisdom of following these boys into this remote part of the school building, remembering the mixed excitement and fear she had felt earlier that afternoon. They had seen and heard no one else in the school during their walk to the library and, once they had left the school corridor, Ellen had followed the two jubilantly smiling boys through three progressively smaller and apparently less-frequented book rooms until they had finally arrived here. She couldn't imagine a more secluded area of the building and, for just a single moment when her feelings of apprehension got the better of her, she wondered if anyone would be able to hear her if she had to scream out for some kind of help.
Then, in the next second, she calmed herself. She was positive that she was just being silly again. Nevertheless, she could not quite rid herself of the premonition of danger as she watched Sid turn the door's shiny brass handle. The door swung open and both boys stepped back to allow Ellen to enter the tiny room, completely lined with books except for a row of casement windows above the high shelves, and almost filled with a long wooden reading table in the center. Her gaze had barely taken in the dusty shelves and the lack of radiators in the coolish room, when she heard the door click shut behind her. Flustered and uneasy for no reason she could really explain, she whirled around apprehensively, then felt embarrassed as she met young Tom's anxious smile.
"It's over here," he said, moving past her to one of the shelves. "Sit down and I'll see if I can find it."
The stunning redhead glanced over to Sid and saw with surprise that he seemed more relaxed and almost jovial than she had seen him all day. The burning intensity of his gaze seemed to have softened a little and this observation put Ellen more at ease. He was probably just a little nervous with a new teacher, Ellen reasoned to herself, and now that he knows I'm willing to go a little out of my way to help them, he's probably more comfortable. Having finally put her mind to rest about the boy, the teacher lowered herself into one of the straight-backed chairs at the table and smiled warmly at Tom as he set a ponderous-looking tome down on the table before her and pulled up a chair beside her.
"It'll take me a minute to find it," he said apologetically as he started to thumb through the pages crammed with type so tiny she wondered how anyone could read it.
"I guess I might as well get in on this too," Sid announced and seated himself on the other side of the teacher. "Tom's been talking about this thing all day."
Ellen was pleased that the tall, handsome Tom took such an interest in the subject she taught and, even though she realized the impropriety of her thoughts, she hoped she might have more chances for individual study sessions with the good-looking youth. Even now, she was thoroughly enjoying his physical nearness and she wondered how much distance there was between her thigh and Tom's well-formed limb.
"Here, can I help you?" she inquired, mischievously turning toward him until she felt her nylon-clad knee brush against the fabric of his trousers. Astonished at her own audacity, she quickly jerked her knees away, wondering what in the world could have possessed her to do such a thing. But the boy did not seem to notice the contact and continued busily flipping the pages of the book in front of him.
Then, Ellen's heart leaped into her throat as she saw him move slightly and felt the length of his lean thigh press warmly against her own soft flesh. The beautiful young teacher panicked for a moment as she wondered if the boy had thought her touch to be intentional and was now answering the exciting contact to show her that he understood her desires. The very thought momentarily paralyzed her with fear, and then, realizing that she must quickly dispell the boy's impression, she swiveled her hips in the wooden chair, slipping her thighs around until the thrilling contact was broken. To her amazement, however, she suddenly found her other thigh stopped by the solid flesh of the boy named Sid's thigh on her other side. Now, truly fearful, she tried to position her legs so that she was touching neither of the two youths, but she discovered in horror that they were both pressing closer and closer until she was virtually sandwiched by the warm, hard pressure of the two boys' taut, muscular thighs squeezing her legs tightly together.
Blood rushed to her face and Ellen could feel her rosy blush as she tried to nonchalantly cross her legs to escape the vice of trouser-clad limbs. Surely the two teenagers didn't realize what they were doing or maybe they were teasing her to see what she would do. Ellen's mind raced through a thousand possibilities until suddenly she saw Sid's arm move and she felt a warm palm begin to rub softly over her thigh. At the same moment, she caught sight of an illustration in the book Tom was still busily scanning. It was a picture of Napoleon Bonaparte! That was no psychology text, she realized with a start, but a history book!
She whirled around to face the dark-haired Sid and she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she saw the smirking grin he wore.
"Wh-what ... " she stuttered, fearful and unable to comprehend the meaning of the triumphant gleam in the boy's eye.
On the other side of her, Tom finally lifted his head from the book and laughed out loud. Turning to stare at him in confusion, she saw that the youthful grin had completely left his strong, masculine features and in its place was a look of lecherous anticipation. The beautiful redhead stared at one of them then back to the other, trying to understand what was happening to her. She fearfully pushed her chair away from the table, but the lewdly-smiling Sid retained his grip on her smooth, fleshy thigh.
"I ... I don't understand," she finally blurted. "I thought you were going to show me something."
"Oh, we are ... we are!" Sid rejoined gleefully, sliding his hand a little higher on her stockinged leg. "But not anything you're going to find in any of these books!"
His eyes narrowed in sardonic amusement. "Did you think we wouldn't notice how you looked at Tom this afternoon? How you .looked at me? We were pretty certain that once we got you alone, you'd be all set for a little fun. So we set everything up for you." He seemed absolutely delighted by her shocked expression and again squeezed her thigh. He leaned so close that Ellen could feel his warm breath on her cheek and whispered, "There's no one here but us. No janitor on Mondays ... no night watchman until seven-thirty tonight."
"But, you tricked me! That was a cheap nasty trick!" she cried angrily. "I don't want ... "
As she spoke, she studied the two boys' positions, then suddenly leapt from the chair and ran to the door, pulling desperately at the handle. It would not give and, behind her, she could hear both of them laughing at her helplessness. Then, suddenly, Sid was beside her, mockingly waving the key to the tiny cubicle in front of her eyes.
"There's no place to go, Mrs. Ames," he softly taunted her. "Nobody here but just you and us and old Sigmund Freud."
Unable to believe that this was happening to her, she turned back to the brass knob on the door, rattling and pulling it with all her strength. But, the lock held tight and she was near hysteria as she felt a hand softly coming to rest on her shoulder. Furiously, she twisted away from it, spinning around to slap her open hand across the cheek of the tall, lanky blonde youth whose fair good looks had been the initial cause of this terrible, unbelievable situation.
Stunned by her sudden blow, the youth stood motionless for a moment, the cocky grin disappearing from his face as a bright red mark rose on his cheek. Then, as he realized what the beautiful young teacher had done to him, he snarled and furiously lunged toward her. Ellen was certain he would have tried to hurt her in return had it not been for the quick intervention of the cooler, dark-haired Sid who hurriedly placed himself between her and Tom. The frightened teacher watched the powerful sinews rippling gracefully beneath the fabric of Sid's cotton shirt as he effortlessly restrained the taller, more muscular-looking Tom from attacking her quaking body.
"Hey, man, cool it, will you?" Sid murmured soothingly to his struggling, angry-eyed friend. "You're going to get us into a whole load of bad, bad trouble if you try to do any damage to this lady. You have to remember ... she's doing this of her own free will. In fact, it's all her idea!"
"What?" Ellen gasped, her eyes round with astonishment. "You must be absolutely insane. What am I doing of my own free will?" The question obviously didn't need an answer and, realizing the boys' vile intentions, she decided to make an attempt to brazenly bluff her way out of the frightening situation. "Why, that's absurd. How could you think that anyone would ever believe that I would voluntarily ... "
"Listen, baby," Sid chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious self-assurance as he leaned back against the nearest bookcase. "Why, we've got at least seven friends who would swear in court that you were leading us on. And, by the way," he added tauntingly, "the rest of the boys in that classroom weren't exactly sleeping when you made those bedroom eyes at Tom and me." He shook his head in mock horror. "What would your husband think if he knew you were here corrupting the morals of us innocent youngsters, Mrs. Ames?"
With a sinking heart, Ellen realized that the boys had closed off any possible means of escape. Still, she couldn't live with herself if she gave up without a struggle. "But anyone who knows me ... " she began.
The shorter boy looked at her with disbelief apparent in his eyes, then groaned with disgust. "Oh, baby, come on! Do you really expect us to swallow that line? How could anybody with a body like yours be as innocent as you're putting on. We may be young, but we're not stupid."
Ellen shuddered as his words triggered a painful memory. Sid had just said almost the same thing she had heard that dreadful night she had lost her virginity, the same thing her young classmate had said before he brutally attacked her. That teenaged student hadn't believed her either and had been completely astounded when he had discovered, too late, that she truly was a virgin. Instinctively, the gorgeous teacher knew that it would do her no more good to try and protest this time. As that boy had said, so many years ago, in the back seat of an old Studebaker, "A guy just has to look at you and he develops a one-track mind!" Ellen could almost understand how these boys, seven years later, could think that she had a one-track mind too!
Knowing already that resistance would be useless, she didn't bother to struggle very much when the youthful blonde student, Tom, elbowed past his friend and roughly pulled Ellen toward his strong body. Disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful young arms crushed her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, finding it and pressing his lips to hers in a tight, grinding manner. She groaned and feebly tried to squirm away for a sudden panicky moment as she felt Tom begin to softly massage his warm palm into the high plush mound of her right breast, gently pinching at the nipple beneath her sweater.
Despairing, she allowed herself to go limp against him, surprised at the softness of his warm lips against her own, and once more the little butterfly-like sensations began to flutter excitedly through her stomach. To her amazement, even though she knew it was terribly, horribly wrong, her senses began to suddenly awaken with desire for the hard-muscled young blonde who held her, for the touch of his lithe young flesh against her own. Tom's obvious desire for her aroused her even more, until she unconsciously ceased her struggles and unthinkingly pressed forward in an attempt to encourage him further with her seductive, suggestive movement.
Then, suddenly, her mind was wrenched back to the reality of the moment by the shock of another, cooler hand slipping under the back of her sweater, sliding smoothly over her ribs, then wriggling under her bra to cup her naked, throbbing left breast. Again, Ellen desperately tried to struggle away from the vice-like grip of Tom's arms, her whole beings once again suddenly filled with revulsion at what was happening to her, but standing behind her, Sid only chuckled darkly and squeezed her breast more tightly and Ellen could feel the dark-haired boy grinding his stiff, hard member into her buttocks, pressing her skirt into the soft, quivering crevice, while his friend held her captive in his long, muscular arms.
One of the boys suddenly gave a sudden, cruel pinch against her soft rubbery nipple and she clenched her teeth tightly together, not wanting to give the two teenagers the satisfaction of hearing their teacher groan aloud. Then, Sid's tongue flicked wetly into her ear, making her forget the pain of a moment before and causing her to squirm back against his hard, virile cock. While Tom held her so tightly that she could feel his rising penis pressing into the soft flesh of her abdomen, Sid's other hand slid down over her hips and around them to clamp down over the mound of her pelvis.
This time, she could not ignore the sudden, unchecked sensations of pleasure that were beginning to surge through her against her will. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her strength against the forbidden excitement, but the soft fingers nipping teasingly at her breasts, the hot lips smashing down into her mouth, the hardness of the two cocks digging into the softness of her buttocks and belly, were all too much for her and soft moans of helpless submission began to rise from deep in her heaving chest.
This was different from anything that had ever happened to her before. All her life, except for that one night when she had lost her virginity, when the pain had ruined any enjoyment she might have found in her first sexual experience, there had never been one instance when a male had touched her so intimately, except for Richard. Now, for the first time, she was prey to the feelings of excitement that accompanies all forbidden pleasure and Ellen was horrified and frightened as she realized the intensity of her own response.
"Jesus Christ, baby, you're built like an angel," she heard Sid breathe hoarsely into her ear. "But, you're no angel, are you, Mrs. Ames? I can tell you're going to want this fuck just as badly as we do!"
"Oh, God, noooo, don't, don't ... don't, please," Ellen whimpered helplessly as she felt the lewd, delicious feelings of unwanted lust rippling across her skin at the very sound of the obscene word she had heard. "No one ... no one but my husband has ever ... "
"Oh, you're a good girl, are you?" he taunted wetly into her ear. "Well, you weren't being a very good girl when you looked at Tom, this afternoon. And now we're going to show you how much fun you can have being a bad girl. Yeah, a very, very bad girl ... " he added as his fingers began to slowly gather up the hem of her short skirt.
"Oh, please, no!" she cried as she realized what he was about to do. "Don't touch me there! You mustn't! Please, no!" She groaned and tried to twist away, using all of her fading willpower to try to overcome the whirlpool of sensation that was building up deep in her belly.
Then, her breath caught in her throat as she felt the hem of her heavy woolen skirt brush across the very tops of her thighs and his fingers suddenly come in contact with the softness of her exposed flesh. An almost electrical sensation tingled over the smooth, white flesh of her legs as she felt Sid's finger slowly worming under the tight elastic leg-band of her nylon panties, slyly insinuating itself forward from the rear until she felt it come to rest on the sensitive lips of her cunt, teasing thrillingly at the light, furry covering of pubic hair. Her arms were securely locked against the chest of the blonde Tom who was still tightly holding her, but still she wriggled frantically, trying to escape the two boys and her own mounting lust. It was a futile battle and she sobbed helplessly as the finger played for a moment and then suddenly curled up into the moist slit, parting the soft pubic hair, the nail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, immediately sending it into quivering erection. Completely humiliated by her own reaction, Ellen knew that she was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being and she breathed deeply to restrain the groaning of agonizing pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
The beautiful redhead shuddered with delight as she felt Sid's hand moving deeper between her thighs, opening the throbbing lips of her vagina to tormentingly circle around and around, and finally slip through the tight elastic mouth of her pussy, igniting tiny explosions in all her raw, shattered nerve-endings. The rigid bulk of Sid's cock wedged insistently tighter into the valley between her defensively clenching buttocks, pulsating like a living time-bomb about to go off. Tom's huge, stone-hard prick seemed like some kind of angry weapon pressing mercilessly against the soft, giving flesh of her belly, rubbing rhythmically as he rotated his hips against her sweater. The two hands on her breasts were squeezing and pulling at the tender, sensitive flesh with a nearly hypnotic regularity that matched the motion of Sid's thick finger as it sawed maddeningly in and out of her involuntarily contracting pussy. Suddenly, her willpower broke completely and she knew she couldn't deny it any longer, could not ignore the fiery tension that was dulling her mind and making her feel as though her body would burst into flames at any moment.
Without conscious volition, Ellen began to moan softly, urgently murmuring, "Yes, yes, oh, yes, please. I want to ... I want you now!"
As though they had been waiting for these very words, the two boys immediately loosened their holds on her impassioned body and Ellen felt one of them working feverishly at the side zipper of her skirt while the other worked excitedly at her sweater, pulling it quickly up over her head. She no longer struggled, but stood mute, almost impatient herself, as they stripped her of her clothing, Sid unfastening her bra while Tom almost tore her tiny, lace-trimmed bikini panties in his impatience to pull them down her legs. At last they moved back, studying their work, leaving Ellen standing in the dimly-lit doorway, naked except for her lacy garter belt, silk stockings and high-heeled shoes. For a moment she was embarrassed, feeling like she must look like some sort of cheap French whore in the garments that still remained on her body, but one glance at the boys' faces removed her fears of being laughed at. They stood a few feet away from her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, obviously amazed at the taut magnificence of her beautifully rounded figure and smooth, gleaming white flesh. In that moment, when she could clearly see that she was the most fantastic woman they had ever viewed, Ellen felt warm and almost motherly toward the two youths and, to her amazement, she found that the feeling made her want them more than ever. She wanted to feel their young, unsullied flesh against her own, to know that in the years since she had left school, she had not lost even one iota of her sexual allure.
Tom gasped in awe, "God, but you're beautiful!"
Smiling serenely, Ellen took his hands and placed them against her swollen breasts, taking care to make sure that his thumb tips were securely pressed against her tight, diamond-hard nipples. She looked down at the foreign hands wrapped around her smooth high mountains of flesh and the rising tide of passion within her ripped through her last vestige of defense.
"Please, Tom ... Sid ... please ... now," she murmured brokenly, not knowing what she was saying or even what she wanted to say. She only knew that she wanted whatever was going to happen to happen ... now!
His hands still tightly clamped around her breasts, the triumphantly smiling Tom turned her body around and backed her toward the reading table. As the boy used her beautiful breasts as though they were no more than handles on a wheelbarrow, Ellen felt a surprising thrill of a strange, new kind of excitement. It was almost as though she wanted to be used, to be taken and even humiliated by these two adolescent boys who she would be teaching every day. She wanted to turn herself over to them, to let them be the teachers and show her the way to ever-increasing heights of passion.
Suddenly, as the blonde boy insistently moved her backward, she ran into the table, her knees catching and buckling at the edge. Tremors surged through Ellen as her buttocks landed on the table, the cold wood excitingly contacting against her warm flesh. She was alive with sensations she had never before known. Never before had she experienced such depraved wanton craving and her belly quivered and heaved as though she already had one of the youths' long, thick cocks buried deep inside her burning vagina. Her gaze met the lust-glazed blue eyes of the blonde boy in front of her, then quickly travelled past him to where Sid stood, an expression of cocky triumph on his face. His expression disturbed her, made her feel like nothing more than a pawn in a game of power, and, suddenly she felt another tremor of fear in the face of her own uncontrollable passion.
"No, wait, please ... we can't ... it's wrong ... don't touch me anymore, please," she moaned, knowing already that she no longer had the strength or will to resist them.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Ames, we're going to touch you and fuck you and fuck you ... "
Sid's taunting words faded from her consciousness as Tom leaned over and kissed one of her ruby nipples, then enclosed it with his mouth, swirling his tongue thrillingly over the tender, sensitive flesh. Ellen groaned at the exquisite sensations, but still attempted to twist away from the sudden exciting contact, but his hands, playing over her thighs and hips held her firmly to the table. She gasped breathlessly as he began to nibble and suck at the erect pink tips, causing a blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her loins below. Her breathing quickened and, in involuntary reaction, her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the surface of the table. Her eyes closed in rapture as Tom's finger slid deep into her cunt and she began to slowly grind her hips up against the probing member. A last, momentary sense of shame at what she was doing swept over her, even as the prurient quivers agitated her body, while slowly and rhythmically, the boy pushed deeper and deeper inside her moist, throbbing vaginal slit. She tried valiantly to twist away, to make a last desperate stand against the seduction she had started and yet now was helpless to contain, but the pressure of the blonde youth's strong male grip was altogether too much for her to resist in her present state of mind.
She had forgotten about Richard, forgotten about everything in the world, except for the sheer, erotic bliss of touching this glorious young teenage boy with his splendid lusting body and feeling him manipulate her own tingling female flesh.
The beautiful redheaded teacher watched in undisguised delight as the tall blonde Tom reached one hand down to his trousers and began furiously struggling with the zipper, trying to yank it down over the straining bulge in his crotch, when suddenly she heard Sid say, "Hey, hold on a minute, Tom. We've got loads of time. Before we fuck her, why don't we make sure that she's really warmed up!"
Confused at the meaning of the boy's words, Ellen turned around to look at him and saw with a start that Sid had quietly removed his clothing while Tom had been hungrily fondling her naked body. Through her lust-glazed green eyes, Ellen saw that the boy who had not seemed particularly handsome that afternoon suddenly appeared exquisitely masculine. Drunk with passion, she let her gaze wander boldly over his broad hard-muscled body, beautifully tanned and firm, down over his hard sinewy torso to the thick hard penis that stood out from his hairy pelvis. At the sight of the huge rock-hard member, her eyebrows went up and her smoky eyes widened in disbelief while Sid's proud, lewd grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the shiny, knob-like, blood-engorged head, causing his large, dangling, hair-covered balls to sway gently between the thick, muscular columns of his hairy thighs.
"We may be little boys, but we do have what it takes, Mrs. Ames," the boy snickered delightedly as Ellen almost choked with shock at the vision of the unbelievably immense shaft. Sid glanced at Tom for a moment, then grinned salaciously at the other boy's obvious impatience. "This won't take more than a minute or two, stud. It'll give you enough time to get your pants off."
As the still-dressed blonde youth slowly moved away from Ellen, reluctant to give up the teacher's lush body even for a moment, the dark-haired youth moved closer, grasping Ellen's shoulders to push her down until she lay flat on her back on the table, her knees dangling uselessly over the edge. Above her, the naked boy stared lustfully down at her, his greedy eyes feasting lewdly on every soft contour of her ripe female form. His hands moved down over her torso to clasp the firm, white flesh of her sloping hips and she felt herself being slid along the smooth wooden table until she was completely stretched out on the cool, hard surface and she was suddenly aware of the youth's hands on her thighs, gently pressuring her legs apart.
Then, quickly, before she had time to reconsider and clamp her legs together, the dark-haired Sid climbed up onto the table and positioned himself on his hands and knees between her widespread limbs, grinning up at her through the deep valley between her breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless victim and devour it in savage feast.
"Go on, man! Suck her cunt! I want to see how she likes it," she heard Tom urge his friend. Ellen craned her head to see if he too was naked, but before she could locate him in the dimly-lighted room, she jerked in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure as she felt Sid's hot moist lips close over the softly quivering mound at the base of her belly.
"Oh, God! Ooooooooh! Ooooooooooh!" she whimpered as he planted wet, teasing kisses on the swollen lips of her vagina, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the tiny quivering opening. Her head lifted from the table and she watched in mounting excitement as the dark head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her legs. She began to wriggle and squirm her hips in ungovernable little circular motions trying to get more of the delicious sensations, but the boy held back, taunting her with sharp little stabs of his tongue against her tiny, now-erect clitoris.
Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly down over her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his teasing lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then no longer able to bear his cruel tantalizing of her tingling body, she moved her fingers and slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of the moist wet furrow apart, allowing his warm, hungry lips complete access to her moistly pulsating pussy.
In an agony of expectation, Ellen pressed her elbows tightly against her ribs and jerked uncontrollably as the hot, pointed tongue snaked out, its hard little tip circling the quivering erected clitoris. Then, suddenly, the breath rushed from her body in a great gasp as she felt his lips begin to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her cunt lips deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, the sharp-pointed tongue still working maddeningly against the straining pink bud of her clitoris. The sensations were almost more than she could bear and she groaned throatily as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow pink slit, starting at her lower belly and slipping down, down over the tight rimmed opening of her excitedly clenching vagina and into the soft yielding crevice of her flexing buttocks.
Between her wide-splayed thighs, Sid grinned knowingly to himself, then flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her throbbing cunt.
The unexpected wet searing intrusion of the sensitive, rubbery opening brought soft mewling sounds from between her passion-clenched teeth. Her hips ground frantically down into the hard surface of the table as new, unfamiliar sensations went racing lewdly through her writhing body.
"Ooooooh ... my God ... my ... my ... God!" she groaned as he stabbed again into the tight fleshy ring and a wave of tiny goosebumps rippled across her quivering belly and full, heaving breasts.
Below her, Sid worked hungrily, delighting in the feeling of her soft, moist pubic hair brushing gently against his cheeks. A feeling of power was filling him. After all this time of having to take Tom's cast-off girls, just because the stupid bastard was handsomer than he was, it was his plan and his tongue that had this proud, beautiful young teacher squirming and crying for more, completely at their mercy. He had lain awake nights trying to think of a way to show the girls that he was better in bed, smarter and cooler than his good-looking friend, but this gorgeous redhead was better and hotter than any of those silly girls. Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming crevice. He wanted her begging for it when they were ready to ram it to her and she was almost there. He had never seen a woman get so hot so fast and she was going to get what she wanted ... and more! This was only the beginning ... there was a whole year ahead of them!
He knew that she was in no position to fight them anymore and he began to think of all the strange, crazy things they could do to her, today and all the other times they could use her body at will. Who needed Edie or Merrilee or any of the rest of their stupid friends when they had a real woman to fuck anytime they wanted her?
He chuckled in lascivious delight as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his dark hair, guiding his face toward the palpitating opening of her cunt. Just to taunt her, he ran his tongue into the soft rimmed flesh, flicking at it for just a moment then withdrew it to tease again at the throbbing pink edges.
Then, with an animal-like groan of surrender, he let her force him directly down over the tight little hole up between her squirming thighs. His lips rounded and covered the hungrily clasping opening and he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a deep, husky groan from the woman whose soft thighs now closed in convulsive surrender around his bobbing head.
He could feel the wet flesh slip greedily around his long, thrust-out tongue, clamping around his extended member and ripping with a hungry sucking motion as though she were trying to pull him deeper and deeper into her. Her legs flew out around his head, her feet beating on his back, as his mouth and tongue worked wildly at the widespread tightness of her cunt.
Ellen's body felt as though it were on fire. Her crotch jerked forward involuntarily, burying the flicking tongue to its roots again and again. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Random, crazy pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the loud wet sucking noises that Sid was making at her crotch. She wondered momentarily, if they ever made up, how she could ever face Richard again after allowing her body to be used by this young stranger who crouched on all fours between her open legs, and then it didn't matter at all. This was worth any price she would have to pay ... it was worth it to feel like a woman again!
Passion was building in her body faster than she could control it. Her up drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared cunt hole. The tendons in her neck pulled taut as she strained desperately to pull the tousled head even tighter into her upthrust crevice.
Then, suddenly, through the haze of her desire, she distinguished the handsome, cocky smirk of Tom Powell's face grinning down at her and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, while the whirlpools of sensation shooting almost out of control through her loins commenced to build and build and build. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
"Oh, no! Wait! What ... ?" she suddenly cried as the wonderful ministrations of Sid's tongue abruptly ceased, just as she was about to explode in a brain-shattering climax. Her eyes flew open and she saw the dark-haired teenager crawling off the table, being hurried away from her by the blonde, naked Tom. She was so shamelessly aroused now that she did not even look twice at the salaciously grinning Tom, but cried out again and reached down to try to pull Sid back onto the table. She didn't care how wanton she must seem, she was so close ... so close ... she would be able to cum in a minute if only he would just come back and resume his relentless licking and sucking of her hotly tingling pussy.
Then, suddenly, Tom was crouching over her, his face above her and she raised her head so that her eyes could lock greedily on his long, heavy cock jutting thickly from his kneeling body above her. Beside her, she saw Sid moving closer to the table, his chin still glistening from the juices of her cunt and his own saliva. The sight of him made her feel even more frustrated than before and her crotch began to grind frantically into the air, searching for the hard, blood-filled tip of Tom's rigid stiff cock. There was nothing in her mind but the aching void deep between her legs and she wanted to fill it ... now!
The handsome blonde teenager tried to tease her, grinning down at her agony of passion in smug delight. Ellen lay still with her thighs wide open, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as she tried to capture the rigid rod of flesh in the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly sucking pussy. The heavily-breathing Tom leaned over her and let his lips roam wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing her buttocks to grind even more impatiently into the table's surface.
"Jesus Christ, you're hot," he said in awe as he lifted his head from her chest. His eyes gleamed lustfully as he added, "and I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before. I want to see you really move that little ass, Teach baby!"
Ellen lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness excited her more and more and yet the feeling of guilt was beginning to return to her mind. What would happen to her if anyone ever found out? she wondered fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck you until there's nothing left for old Sid," he breathed hoarsely. "And then Sid's going to fuck you until you're bow-legged!"
"Oh, no ... Tom, please ... maybe," she began, almost whimpering in the torment between her guilt and passion. But then, he lowered his body a little and she felt his fleshy hardness lying against the full length of her quivering open slit. The jerking head of his cock rested throbbing between her wide-spread buttocks and worked its way up and down in a maddening teasing motion that caused her once again to twist her hips toward it, all doubt draining from her mind.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, grinning in triumph above her. "Then, take it and put it in!"
"Yes ... yes ... " she moaned and reached down between their bodies to wrap her fingers around the thick shaft of hardened flesh. An unexpected flash of fear welled in her as she felt its thickness and she wondered how long it had been since she had taken a man's penis inside of her. It must have been more than a month ago, she realized, and this boy's throbbing cock felt even bigger than Richard's. Would she be able to take this huge penis all the way up inside her after being chaste for so long? she wondered in sudden fear.
"Go on ... " she heard Sid snap impatiently from beside her. "Put it in!"
Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, Ellen guided the stone-hard prick up the valley of her buttocks to the passion-drenched hole of her cunt, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her pussy, and the electrifying contact sent shivers of further pleasure coursing through her. She held Tom's cock in place with one trembling hand and placed the other on his buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing need that was burning out of control in her belly.
The handsome Tom grinned obscenely above her, trying with all his willpower to taunt her a few moments longer. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling his beautiful squirming teacher on his aching cock. Then, suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this exciting, lush-bodied woman wriggling frantically beneath him like a bitch in heat, while the head of his cock was barely disappearing into the soft auburn hair of her writhing pussy. He had to fuck her and quick!
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm tits tightly against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid into her hungry clasping pussy like a raging freight train. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her ass, his hard tanned stomach boring hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.
To her amazement, the seemingly huge cock had slipped easily into her lust-soaked cavern without pain and Ellen strained back against him, trying to get even more of him into her insanely quivering cunt. She rotated her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling member, her vagina dilating as her passion mounted, but he was not big enough to satisfy her wild cravings. Groaning in frustration, she splayed her legs wider to allow him greater access but it did no good.
Unaware of her dissatisfaction, the blonde youth began pistoning his rampant cock in and out of her, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as his pelvis hammered against her crotch with each pile-driving thrust. Then, Ellen moaned again. He was bringing her to climax by the savage pounding of his body alone.
She bucked madly beneath him, gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster in a wild race for completion. Abruptly, she sensed the blonde youth's plunging rod stiffen without warning. Her insane pelvic motions had been too much for him and he could not hold back any longer. With a soul-searing groan, he gave one last crushing thrust into her throbbing expanded cunt and began spurting his load of hot white cum deep up into her desperately contracting belly.
"No! No! Wait ... wait!" she cried in desperation, but it was too late. She tried to stop his stream with the grinding of her seething crotch up against his pelvis, clenching her buttocks tightly together, but her very eagerness defeated her purpose. The nibbling of her pussy milked out the last drops of Tom's sperm and the final spurt of his hot load gurgled deep inside her flaring womb.
The handsome boy rolled useless and drained from her still squirming form, a thin string of white sticky liquid trailing from his cock over her thigh to the floor beside the table to where he slid in exhaustion. Then, miraculously, there was another form hovering above her. Then, through her haze of unfulfilled desire, her eyes focused on Sid's cock, extending from his loins like a huge arm with a tightly balled fist at the end. In a split second, Ellen realized that the dark-haired youth's penis was bigger than his friend's cock, larger in fact than any male organ she had ever imagined.
"Oh, my God," Ellen whimpered. "I can't ... you're too big ... you'll kill me ... " she gasped in terror, her mouth dropping open in anguished disbelief.
The husky Sid just stared down at her in sardonic amusement. "You think so?" he taunted, chuckling cruelly. "Teach baby, when you get this thing all the way in you, you're going to really know what fucking's all about!"
He dropped down across her belly, the hardness of his cock surging against her belly. He slithered his body downward until the monstrous gleaming head pressed open the sperm-drenched lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes with a shudder as she felt its first thrilling contact with her still-unsatisfied pussy. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, not daring to move or even breathe.
He pushed.
"Aaaagh," she gasped as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina being forced open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the relentless pressure of Sid's thrusting hips. The pain was harsh and she unthinkingly resisted for a moment, but suddenly the huge, blood-swollen tip slipped through the opening and Ellen felt as though her thighs were about to split apart from the pressure.
Sid shoved again, harder, and heard her groan more loudly. He liked that. He wanted Tom to hear each of her pleas for mercy. He wanted his friend to know that he, Sid, had something that Tom could never match, something that would bring women to their knees many years after Tom had lost his youthful good looks. There was nothing more powerful than a huge stiff prick, Sid triumphantly thought to himself.
Ellen tossed her head wildly from side to side on the hard wood as the massive cudgel sunk another cruel inch inside of her. She felt as though her cunt lips were being stretched to the point of tearing.
"Please, no, please! You're hurting me! You're hurting me!" she cried in agony. Her eyes jerked open and she saw him grinning sadistically above her. In shocked fear, she realized that he was enjoying her anguish. He was killing her and enjoying it! He was delighting in watching, her suffer under his brutal relentless penetration of her narrow passageway!
Then, suddenly, she saw his grin fade and he grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders so that her ankles were wedged behind his neck. His face a mask of savage lust, Sid rammed forward with all the strength in his hips and thighs, sinking the massive lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt. It speared forward, driving the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it, until she felt his balls slap tightly against her jerking anus as she screwed her buttocks frantically against the table in a futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement.
"Oh, God, ooooooooh," she cried, her skewered body pinioned helplessly to the hard wooden table. Sid's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the table, his wide-spread knees held her thighs wide apart. She felt as though her vagina had been ripped into a thousand tiny shreds, as though it was about to come out of her throat as its rubbery head pressed hard against her cervix. She could feel every vein and ridge on the fiery rod of flesh as it completely filled and stretched the soft flesh of her cunt, jerking and throbbing inside of her until she was certain it would bore right through the tortured sheath.
Sid watched her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. His teacher's face was contorted with the pain of that first vicious stab and incoherent whimperings were coming from deep in her throat. He could feel her palms against his hips, trying to hold him back from sinking the blunt, hard fleshy staff any further into her wide-stretched pussy.
He was sure that she had never been filled so completely and he gloated to himself as he held her pinned in the lewd and humiliating position. He levered himself up and looked down between them to where his curly dark hairs were entangled with her pale reddish pubic thatch, the thick base of his mammoth prick barely showing above the moist pink furrow he had licked into fiery receptiveness only a few moments ago. He knew that Tom was looking too and could see how the tight lips of her cunt were stretched almost beyond endurance, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the glistening base of his cock.
Ellen wriggled miserably beneath him, feeling the hot searing pain of his sudden brutal intrusion tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her buttocks in a futile attempt to force out the huge invading cock, but the clenching of her internal muscles seemed only to excite Sid more and the monstrous cock plowed deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. Then, in spite of the pain, her body began to again demand the fulfillment it had been so long denied.' She could feel the hard rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his balls dangling in the crevice of her ass. She could smell the rich, pungent odor of Tom's sperm where it had trickled out of her cunt and dried along the crevice between her buttocks. Suddenly, it all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced through her mind.
The pain began to seem only a part of the greater pleasure she was seeking and the delicate moist walls of her cunt began to clasp around his fleshy cudgel hungrily, her hips slithering upward to devour the length of Sid's young lust-hardened cock. His big balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her ass, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as she began a slow rhythmic undulation to meet the young stud's long, spearing strokes.
Sid locked his saliva covered mouth over hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low animal grunts of pleasure forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that position as he rammed into her. Reaching around between them, he forced his hands between the table and the full white cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the rounded cheeks far apart.
They were flexing and unflexing, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked them harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his young virile cock to greater and greater depths ...
For Ellen, the pain had vanished now and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety delight rumbled from her throat. Her legs jerked and quivered in uncontrolled abandon and the sinews in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed wantonly beneath him. There was nothing left in her mind but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this teenage boy, one of her own students, who was fucking her into an oblivion of sensuality!
Above her, Sid withdrew his deeply imbedded prick until just the tip of the head rested in her. Then, he rammed forward with all his strength to bring even further moans and cries from the beautiful woman. He could hear the wet flat smack each time his belly thudded against her pelvis and the full throbbing length of the incited member sunk completely into her helpless exposed vagina. He switched to long hard strokes into the steaming passage, slamming his balls tightly against the wide-split crack of her buttocks each time he thrust forward. Sid grinned as a new, lewd thought came into his mind and he slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass and found the small puckered anus cradled defenselessly below his teacher's seething pussy. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working with the movement of her buttocks thrusting up to meet his loins.
Suddenly, he thrust his finger up to the second knuckle in the wrinkled brown opening, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
He pushed more vigorously, causing her feet to twist madly in the air, her toes curling spasmodically against the bottoms of her stockinged feet.
"Ooooooooh, noooooo," she groaned angrily at the further outrage of her virginal asshole.
But the dark-haired youth only grinned at her protests and began to work his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her asshole from her cunt, he could feel the sperm-bloated ridge at the bottom of his penis smoothly sliding in and out like a well-oiled piston.
The hoarse cries of pain coming from deep in her chest diminished to mewling whimpers of despair and then slowly began to change and be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
Above her, Sid gave a smile of triumph to his friend Tom who was now standing beside him, watching wide-eyed as the teacher changed from a cringing mass of helpless flesh to a wild, savage animal fighting for sexual fulfillment, while Sid probed methodically into the warm velvety depths of her rectum. She was hopelessly impaled between Sid's hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his finger shoved deep in her asshole. Tom had never seen a woman's asshole being used this way and it started him thinking. If a man could ram a finger in there, why not ...
Boldly, the tall blonde Tom moved closer and moistening a finger with Ellen's flowing cunt juices, he tentatively shoved one of his own fingers into the teacher's anus, sinking it beside Sid's all the way up to the palm of his hand. Together, Tom and Sid both dug their fingers cruelly into the woman's soft fleshy anal passage.
"Oh, please, noooo! Noooooo!" Ellen cried as she tried to jerk away, her buttocks rising several inches off the table in her effort to escape the sudden second intrusion of her backside. But, with perfect timing, Sid tensed his buttocks and rammed forward with his pelvis, driving his cock into her cunt as far as it would go. As Ellen pulled back to keep the mammoth stone-hard prick from ripping past her cervix, she unintentionally impaled herself on the two. up-probing fingers. She grunted in surprise as she realized that the pain she had expected was mixed with a strange kind of pleasure. A moment later, she was moaning and mewling beneath Sid,, twisting and squealing in insane abandon at the double ravishment of her loins. Her head flailed from side to side as her body became an electric mass of tingles that shot through her nerve ends, half in pain and half in pleasure.
Sid snaked his other hand slowly upward from the smooth white globes of her ass to one of her passion-bloated tits, tightly clamping his strong fingers around the soft mound of flesh like a huge bird wrapping his talons around its defenseless prey. He fondled and played with her taut erect nipple, bringing softer moans of sensual delight from her moist open lips. At the same time he could feel the slippery warm passage of her pussy flowering open in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock as it plunged into her.
He began long, hard strokes that drove her relentlessly back along the smooth surface of the reading table, plundering her exposed cunt and sharing her anus with Tom's finger, teasing mercilessly at the tiny, open hole, giving her no respite from the pleasure growing deep in her belly. Ellen's arms were pinned down to her sides by her own up drawn legs and she could feel the giant head sliding up and down in her warm viscous passageway. Maddeningly cool rushes of air blew between her thighs each time Sid withdrew for another thrust.
"Uuuuuugh!" she grunted as the dual invasion of her exposed loins began to speed up, cock and fingers entering and withdrawing with the same savage rhythm. The table began to rattle slightly below them, in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sound of their deep straining grunts and Tom's tortured breathing as his youthful penis attained another erection filled the dusty air of the tiny library room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous sucking sound of Sid's monstrous cock going in and out of Ellen's wildly contracting vagina.
"Oh ... oh ... more, yes, more!" the beautiful redhead chanted beneath Sid, almost incoherent in her desire, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of abandoned passion. Her body met each of Sid's pounding lunges with her own insane frantic rhythmic thrashing. Her entire body was like an expanding balloon, growing ... growing ... ready to burst. She sucked wildly as Sid's tongue flickered into her mouth, filling every entrance to her body with the wonderful indescribable pleasure.
Ellen could feel her insides splitting painfully as the head of the deeply sunk prick suddenly began to flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear her womb asunder. She jerked up toward Sid, sucking greedily at his penis with the muscles of her cunt and clenching her anus around the fingers that sawed in and out of her back passage.
Then, suddenly, it began to spurt and she could feel the delicious hot liquid shooting into her like burning fire, filling her dilated cunt like molten lava. She gave one long low scream and splayed her legs high into the air, as wide apart as they would go to give the jerking cock and fingers greater access to her loins. She could feel the pores of her cunt clasping tightly around the throbbing penis, erupting in answer again and again as she spilled her own white hot cum into the already drowning cavern of her pink quivering passageway. Their combined cum juices overflowed from her drenched vagina as her nostrils flared wide and long gasping breaths escaped raspingly from her lungs as though she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist.
Even though she was completely exhausted, she didn't want it to stop, not ever! She desperately jerked her hands free and reached frantically around and under her squirming buttocks with both hands to desperately milk at the balls pressed into the split of her behind. Her legs kicked out, trembling uselessly in the air on either side of Sid's body, while his huge member continued to jerk out its completion.
"Oh, fill me, fill me," she moaned breathlessly as the sperm filled her cunt and foamed out the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his cock, soaking the soft pubic hair in which it was buried. She sucked voraciously at the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her mouth while the hot walls of her jerking cunt sucked hungrily at the lustfully throbbing cock.
When the satiated young penis gave its last spasmodic jerk, the last drop sucked from it, Sid collapsed across her body, feeling Ellen's insides still gushing forth around his limp deflated cock. It seemed to go on forever until she too suddenly gave one last jerk and quivered to limp stillness, her legs dangling limply over the sides of the reading table. She moaned softly as she felt the fingers slipping out of her rectum with a wet hissing sound. She felt filled and completely satiated, and even her shame and guilt could not burn through the lovely pink haze of contentment that seemed to surround her.
Then, suddenly the consciousness of her act burst through her and Ellen thought of where she was and who was lying above her, whose thick but receding cock was still soaked in her vagina. She groaned involuntarily at the first wave of horrible remorse that swept over her and looked away as Sid struggled to his elbows and looked down into her face. After that wanton and obscene performance she had given, Ellen was certain that both boys must think that she was some kind of slut and she no longer was certain that they were wrong. Tears stained her cheeks as she realized that there was no pardon or justification for what she had done.
"Good Christ, what is it with you, anyway? I've never known anyone like you," she heard Sid gasp incredulously. "Y-you're terrific! Are ... are you happy ... with your husband, I mean?"
Certain that the usually sarcastic Sid was again making fun of her, Ellen still could not bear to look at him, but muttered miserably, "Yes ... yes, I'm very happy with my husband. Now, please let me up, Sid. I have to go home." What would Richard think if he ever knew what she had done? the beautiful redhead wondered mournfully. If only she could go to him now. Then, she felt a flash of anger as she remembered why she had left Richard. Well, this was what he had wanted, she mused bitterly. And now she had done it ... desecrated their marriage by making love, no, fucking! ... another man, no, a boy, two of them. It was just too bad that her darling Richard couldn't have been here to see how much she had enjoyed it. Maybe he had been right all along; maybe she had needed some "outside stimulation" just as much as he!
Trembling with anger and humiliation, Ellen waited silently until Sid had climbed off the table, his limp penis coming from her pussy with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of air flowed over her loins and body when he rose. As a long sigh of drawn out relief breathed from her heaving chest, she closed her legs tightly together.
Now, with the heat of her body no longer betraying her, Ellen was torn with despair. She could feel every strained and sore muscle in her ravished body and she knew that she could no longer consider herself better than the husband she had deserted. She was as much of an animal as he. Somewhere in her mind, she still hoped that she might wake up and find that this had all been nothing more than a nightmare, but she knew that wouldn't happen. Mentally she was crushed, physically she was bruised and sore, and her genitals throbbed with a dull continuous ache.
"Listen, man, I have to fuck her again. This thing's so hard it's going to break if I don't do something quick," she heard Tom say with urgency in his voice.
Ellen was just about to beg for mercy when she heard Sid answer firmly, "Man, the lady's had enough for one time. You may not know enough about women to understand what I'm talking about, but this Mrs. Ames is the finest woman I've ever known. With a woman like her, you just wait until she's ready and she'll make it more than worth your while."
Despite her shame, Ellen couldn't help but feel a warm glow of pride at the boy's words and she wondered if he was speaking the truth. God knows, she had never been so excited in her life as she had been that afternoon. And, someday, if the circumstances were right, she had to admit that she hoped this experience, or something like it, might happen again.
"Aw, come on, Sid," she heard Tom whine. "Don't give me that crap. I don't give a shit if she just lies there like a dead horse. I just want to get my nuts off."
"Man, just shut up and get your pants on," Sid answered with a hint of menace in his voice. "If you're all that horny, you can take Merrilee out tonight. This lady is no dead horse; she just needs a rest. She deserves the best and she'll let us know when she wants it."
A moment later, as the door closed behind them, Ellen rose from the table and moved toward her crumpled clothing. She could hear the two boys walking through the other room of the library to the corridor beyond, still softly arguing with each other. No longer caring about how she must look in her stockings and lace garter belt, she picked up her flimsy nylon panties from the floor and slowly pulled them up over her aching legs.
She felt more confused and uncertain than she had ever felt in her life ... not because of what she had done, but what she had heard Sid say before the two teenagers left her alone in the tiny reference room. Why, he had almost made her feel proud of succumbing to such debasing humiliation, for acting like nothing more than a cheap whore. For a moment she imagined what she must have looked like at the height of the passionate union: hands running through Sid's hair, her thighs trembling, her belly quaking in the throes of her climax as she felt the unleashed pool of boiling teenage sperm he had emptied into her.
She shuddered, fumbling as she tried to fasten her bra behind her back, then managed to close it just before she heard the soft knock at the frosted glass door.
She tensed in fear then leapt to the door to hold it shut against the person who might be about to discover her, half undressed, in the school library. "P-please, wait ... just a moment ... " she whispered breathlessly as she leaned against the door and tried to reach her skirt and sweater where they lay in scattered heaps on the floor. In that moment, she vowed that if she ever managed to get her clothes on and escape discovery by whoever was outside the door, she would never, never allow anything like this to happen again.
With her shoulder still tightly wedged against the door, she was hurriedly pulling her skirt up when she heard Sid's voice from outside the room. "It's just me, Mrs. Ames," he said quietly. "Don't worry, I won't come in."
"What do you want?" she managed to breathe, as she felt her legs trembling with relief.
"Well, I ... I just wanted to say thank you," he said quietly. "It was really terrific."
"Oh, I ... I ... " Ellen faltered, not knowing what to say. She paused for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts, then whispered, "You won't tell ... anyone, will you?"
The silence on the other side of the door seemed to go on forever before Sid answered her. "Mrs. Ames, I wish to God that even Tom didn't know about you. I wish you didn't have a husband. I wish ... " His voice faded off and Ellen could sense his embarrassment.
"Sid, I'm flattered, I think," she said slowly, trying to think of the right words with which to answer the adolescent who had turned her body into a quivering mass of desire only a few minutes before. He seemed wiser, in some ways, than any man she had ever known, and yet she knew he was really a boy and had to be treated gently.
"What I'm trying to say," she finally went on, "is that I can't ever let this happen again. It shouldn't have happened this time. But ... but, I'm not sorry."
"Y-you mean it was ... good for you too," the boy managed.
Ellen smiled at his uncertain tone. How could he not know? she wondered. "It was good ... very good, Sid. I'll never forget it."
"Me either. Maybe, sometime, you'll ... "
"Good night, Sid," she interrupted firmly, drawing her sweater up over her arms.
"Yeah, well, goodnight, Mrs. Ames."
She heard his solitary footsteps walking away and Ellen smiled as she thought of the difference in the youth's demeanor when he was with his friends and when he had talked to her just now. Then, as she pulled her pocket mirror out of her purse, Ellen caught sight of the satisfied look on her face. Horrified at her own depravity, she quickly assumed an expression of stern disapproval.
It was bad enough to have thoroughly enjoyed the whole humiliating experience, she thought to herself. It was absolutely unforgivable to be looking so proud of herself.