Chapter 1
Sara Davis didn't know it, but every time she walked down the halls of Oakdale High School, she caused a sensation. Sara was thirty-five, an English teacher, and a confirmed spinster. She would have been astonished to know that almost every boy in school thought she was sexy-looking.
On one particular morning in May, several weeks before school was to let out, Sara made her usual brisk entrance at the main door of the school and strode to her classroom, not glancing at anyone around her. Dozens of boys stared after her longingly, and there were a few whispered remarks and muffled snickers.
She was a tall woman, about five-seven, with a pretty face, long thick brown hair, and a fantastic body. Even the prim clothes she wore couldn't hide her large thrusting tits, small waist, and beautifully curving hips. As she marched by on her long perfectly-shaped legs, one boy in particular was bowled over by her looks.
"Man," Rick Chasen whispered to a buddy, "I'd sure like to see her without any clothes on."
"I hope you're not gonna hold your breath waiting," his friend laughed. "Imagine Miss Davis putting out for anybody."
But Rick Chasen had other ideas. An aggressive dark-haired boy who was often in trouble with the school authorities, he was used to going after whatever he wanted, and getting it. Now he wanted Sara Davis. He didn't have a class with her until sixth period, but meanwhile he was thinking and planning.
Sixth period finally arrived, and Rick strolled into class and chose a seat in the front row. Usually he sat in back where he could doze off without Miss Davis noticing him, but today he wanted a good view of her as she talked. He sat there the whole period with his eyes glued to her tall curvy body, and he got hornier by the second.
Sara Davis hadn't failed to notice him. She wondered why Rick was sitting in the front row and looking so attentive. It bothered her, because she knew he had no interest in English literature. For a solid hour he never took his eyes off her. His glance darted up her legs, over her hips and tits, and a few times he met her eye and grinned mysteriously.
Finally, five minutes before the bell rang, Rick pretended to fall asleep. It was very embarrassing for Sara, because his head lolled to one side and he snored so loudly that no one could hear her. It broke up the rest of the class, who dissolved into giggles and snickers. Sara was furious. She seized Rick's shoulder and shook him.
"Rick, wake up!" she snapped. He opened his eyes and grinned at her. "You'll stay after class," she said angrily. "Everyone else can leave early. There's no point in continuing now."
Rick's plan had worked perfectly. He was all alone with Miss Davis, and the rest of the kids would be on their way home in a few minutes. Sara stood before him, hands on hips, pretty face flushed with anger. His eyes swept over her body, and he felt his eager young cock going stiff as a board in his skin-tight jeans.
"Find something to read, Rick," Sara said. "I'm going to grade some papers."
Rick got up and ambled over to the door, while Sara stared at him in outrage. But he didn't leave. He locked the door. Then from his pocket he produced a gleaming switchblade knife. It all happened so fast that Sara was stunned speechless. He came within five feet of her, gripping the knife and leering at her. "Okay, Miss Davis," he said, "you just do everything I tell you, and you won't get hurt."
Sara swallowed hard and said, "What do you want?"
"I want you to strip," he grinned. "What?" she gasped.
"You heard me," Rick said, waving the knife menacingly. "Take off your clothes. And you better start right now."
Sara was horrified by his command, but she was even more scared of that knife. No way could she fight off a husky teenage boy armed with a switchblade. Blushing scarlet, she kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse. She was so mortified, she wished she could drop through the floor and disappear, but she saw no way out of obeying Rick's orders.
"That's it, just take all your clothes off, teacher, and I won't have to use this knife."
He hiked himself up on the edge of her desk and sat there grinning and watching as she unbuttoned her blouse. Sara finally got it open and drew the blouse off, and Rick's dark eyes widened. Her white lace bra bulged with her large creamy-pale tits. The ripe globes seemed ready to burst from their confinement. He stared at her tits and licked his lips.
Miserably Sara unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She skinned out of her pantyhose, her hands trembling. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Sure, teachers were assaulted by knife-wielding students all the time, but in the big cities, not in a peaceful little town like Oakdale. She stood there in just her white lace bra and panties, praying the boy would come to his senses.
"Rick, please," she said, "you know you could get into terrible trouble for this."
"I didn't ask you to talk," he snarled. "Hurry up, take off the rest of those clothes."
Rick had a reputation as a hoodlum, and Sara knew it would be dangerous to anger him. Still blushing hotly, she reached around and unhooked her bra. As she let the lacy garment slide off and fall to the floor, Rick leaned so much closer that he almost fell off the desk. His eyes got hot and glazed as he studied her large ripe tits.
"Fantastic," he breathed. "I never seen a nicer pair."
Sara's tits were the size of small watermelons, yet they were perfectly firm and thrusting. The creamy skin was flawless. Her nipples were large, cone-shaped and rosy-pink. As she stood there trembling with mortification, her big tits quivered slightly. Rick seemed to stare at them for ages before he spoke again.
"Okay," he finally said, "the panties."
This was the part Sara dreaded most. She'd never been naked in front of a man in her whole life, except for one long-ago incident that she preferred to forget. She didn't like men, wanted nothing to do with them, and it was very humiliating for her to show the most secret parts of her body to this leering punk.
But she didn't have a choice. Blushing furiously, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and began lowering, them slowly and reluctantly. Rick watched wide-eyed as she worked the lacy garment down over her curvy hips. She finally had to uncover the firm little globes of her ass, and then the large dark triangle of her bush.
The panties slithered down her long shapely legs, and she stepped out of them completely naked and so embarrassed she could have died. Rick just sat on the edge of the desk staring at her, his eyes darting back and forth between her big thrusting tits and her thick muff of dark brown cunt curls. Finally he sighed and got to his feet. He placed the knife on the desk.
"I'm setting the knife here," he said, "and believe me, I can get to it before you can."
Sara had no doubt about that, but why was he setting the knife down? She got the answer all too soon. He walked over to her, breathing heavily, reached out, and touched her naked tits. She gasped and flinched. Automatically she moved back, away from him, but he grabbed her wrists and squeezed them so hard that tears came to her eyes.
"I told you, you gotta do everything I want," he growled. "Don't move, don't talk, just cooperate. You got it?"
Sara nodded miserably, and he let go of her wrists. The relief was temporary, because right away he reached for her tits again, cupping and squeezing the big heavy melons. He molded big fistfuls of the hot silky flesh, his eyes focused hotly on her pink nipples. His touch was like an electric shock to her, something that reverberated through her whole body.
While Rick fondled her tits and breathed harshly, Sara was experiencing some very strange sensations. She was outraged by what the boy was doing, of course, yet his molding hands didn't feel unpleasant on her tits. Even more strange, she could feel her pussy starting to grow warm and moist and a little puffed. The longer her tits were squeezed and fondled, the more wet and hot her cunt became.
Sara wasn't used to those feelings because she'd very determinedly shut all sexual thoughts out of her mind when she was a young girl. She'd completely forgotten what it felt like to be aroused or horny. She didn't know what was happening to her, except that as Rick eagerly played with her tits, her whole body seemed to melt and flush.
"It's a shame to keep those gorgeous tits all to yourself, teacher," Rick said hoarsely. "They were meant to be played with."
As he spoke, he grasped her large rosy nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to knead them. To Sara's surprise and embarrassment, the soft ccnes responded readily to his touch, growing long and stiff. They throbbed heavily between his kneeding fingers, and she felt a sudden hot spurt of juice from her cunt.
What in the world was the matter with her? How could she possibly feel turned on when she was being sexually molested by this nasty little creep? It finally dawned on Sara that her body was responding to him, if not her mind. Her slit got more hot and wet by the second as he teased her big nipples into rigid erection.
"That's better," Rick grinned, letting go of her nipples and admiring his work.
Her big tits were swollen up taut, and her nipples stuck out obscenely, long and red and visibly throbbing. Rick eyed them and licked his lips. He feasted his eyes on her luscious stiff-nippled tits from a foot away, and she could feel his heavy hot breath fanning her naked body. Then suddenly he reached down and pressed his palm against the thick dark triangle of her pussy.
"Rick, no!" Sara gasped, flinching away from him.
He slapped her hard across the face, and she was temporarily stunned. She swayed dizzily, and he caught her and dragged her over to the desk. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the desk on her back, and Rick was standing at the end of the desk trying to force her legs open. Her knees were bent, and she clenched her legs together as tightly as she could.
"Come on, damnit, get 'em open!" Rick snarled. "Or do you want me to use the knife?"
The knife, where was it? He'd removed it from the desk when he dragged her there, and now only he knew where it was. Maybe she was a coward, but she couldn't bear the thought of that blade cutting into her flesh. Moaning with shame, she let her legs relax, and Rick pushed them wide open.
Holding her bent knees far apart, he gawked at her naked pussy.
The boy hungrily ogled her mature cunt. He saw a thick fringe of glossy brown curls, and inside it a gleaming line of moist pink flesh. He could see the small mouth of her cunt, a shadowed pit at the very center of her crotch. His cock, already achingly engorged, lurched lustily in the confinement of his jeans.
He reached out and wedged the thick tip of his middle finger into the shadowy "hollow of her cunt. He felt around inside the tight ring of muscular flesh, and Sara almost gasped. She felt delicious jolts of pleasure as he worked his fingertip around in her pussy. She was ashamed of herself, but that didn't make the wonderful sensations go away.
"You're tight," he said excitedly. "Jesus, you're tight. You ever been fucked before?" Sara glared at him. He'd told her not to speak, and by God, she wouldn't. She certainly wouldn't tell him anything so private. She waited for him to get mad, but instead he just laughed and went on exploring her cunt. He wedged his thick stiff finger farther into her pussy, and again she felt such a jolt of pleasure that she almost moaned.
Slowly, exploring every inch of her slick, hot cunt, Rick worked his finger right to the last knuckle in her incredibly tight pussy. Sara gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the hot excitement she felt, but it was no use. It felt wonderful to have something long and stiff stuffing her long-neglected cunt. She just prayed the boy wouldn't notice how aroused she was getting.
"I bet you never fucked before," Rick said gleefully. "You couldn't, your cunt's too tight. And of course you wouldn't do anything nasty like that, would you, Miss Davis?"
He didn't really expect her to answer, she realized, he just wanted to humiliate her. And he was doing a damned good job of it. She didn't think she'd ever felt so embarrassed in her life as now, lying there naked with her legs spread lewdly wide, while this greasy-haired punk worked his finger around in her cunt. He began jerking it up and down, teasingly finger-fucking her.
"Noooooo," Sara whimpered.
"Aw, come on, teacher," Rick laughed, "I bet you like it."
That was just the trouble--his finger-fucking was making her achingly horny. To her shame, her famished cunt began to cream around his pistoning finger, while her pussy grew scalding hot and heavily swollen. She tried desperately to regain her self-control, to blot out the hot pleasure she was feeling, but it was no use.
He jerked his finger faster and harder in her seething little pussy, and she barely stifled a shriek of pleasure. She couldn't stop the uncontrollable creaming of her cunt, and she suddenly felt the hot juice spurting all around Rick's plowing finger. She saw his eyes widen, and she blushed beet-red.
"I felt that," he chuckled. "I felt you get all wet, teacher. Yeah, you like it, all right."
Sara could have died of shame, but all she could do was lie there and let him fingerfuck her while she struggled to hide her insane arousal. Grinning, he jerked his finger faster and faster in her helplessly juicing cunt, till it was all she could do to keep from howling with pleasure. She needed to come, needed it desperately, but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
Then, to her relief, he whipped his cream-soaked finger out of her cunt just as she was on the verge of a helpless orgasm. But again her relief was short. Rick was fumbling with the fly of his jeans, tugging it open, and then the tight pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing shorts, and his horny young cock snapped stiffly from its confinement and wagged obscenely before her.
Sara couldn't help staring. Only once before in her life had she seen a man's cock, and that was nearly twenty years ago. Rick's cock was sleek and handsome, a thick seven-inch colum of blue-veined meat that began in a dark-haired base and ended in a big gleaming purple knob. His balls were as swollen as his prick, taut round bags thatched with black hairs.
She didn't need much experience to know that the boy was ragingly horny. His cock was absolutely rigid, the blue veins standing out on the engorged stalk, and the cleft of his cockhead was leaking big hot bubbles of juice. Sara knew he wouldn't rest until he'd crammed that rigid prick deep into her cunt and shot his load into her.
In spite of her mounting arousal, she shuddered at the thought. She'd vowed never to have anything to do with men and sex. As Rick hoisted himself onto the desk and knelt between her widely parted legs, she began to sob.
"Oh, no, Rick, please," she wept. "Don't rape me. Anything but that."
He grinned evilly. "Okay," he said, "jack me off, then."
It was an obscene suggestion, but Sara jumped at it. She'd accept anything but the violation of her body. She quickly reached down and wrapped her fingers around the swollen shaft of his cock. His meat was radiating fierce heat, and she could feel it throbbing violently in her fist as she started pumping it. Rick gave a lusty quiver as her warm fingers gripped and pumped his bloated prick.
"That's it, teacher," he panted. "Give me a good handjob."
As she jacked his cock, Sara felt that strange and unwelcome excitement returning. Her pussy, already swollen and horny, started to cream again and grow molten hot. She couldn't help thinking how exciting it was to hold his heavily throbbing prick in her hand, to feel the loose silky outer skin and the rigid hot core beneath.
She had to end the temptation as quickly as possible. She didn't like losing her self- control or feeling that nagging urge in her cunt for something big and stiff. She began to pump his cock very hard and fast, and Rick yelped with pleasure. More thick globs of juice bubbled from his pisshole and streamed down his shaft, wetting her fingers.
"Eat it!" he commanded. "Lick up that juice!"
Dazedly Sara bent forward, stuck out her tongue, and lapped up all the sticky juice streaming from his pisshole. It tasted hot and salty. As she licked it up and swallowed it, she felt her pussy glowing with fierce heat and getting sopping wet with gushing cunt juice. She cleaned his cock of the thick cream and raised her head again.
"Lie back," Rick ordered.
"But you told me to jack you off," Sara said.
"That's kid stuff," he growled, giving her a push.
She fell back, and before she could sit again, he was throwing himself onto her, his hard lean chest flattening her stiff red nipples. She felt the rock-hard head of his stiff young cock hammering painfully against her swollen slit, seeking her cunt. Sobbing, she pushed at his shoulders and tried to wriggle free, but he was too heavy for her.
"Oh, nooooo!" she wailed. "Rick... uhhhhhh!"
He'd hit the mark, and Sara felt her cunt suddenly crammed full of thick steel-stiff cock. He wasn't gentle about it, plowing his achingly bloated prick all the way to her womb in one greedy thrust. Completely stuffed with cock, his hairy balls resting against her slit, Sara moaned in defeat, while Rick shivered with lusty excitement and caught his breath.
"I'm into you now, teacher," he panted, "and there ain't a fuckin' think you can do about it. Jesus, your cunt's nice and tight. I'm gonna love fucking you."
Sara didn't know which horrified her most, his filthy words or the fact that her cunt was helplessly impaled by his engorged pulsating cock. He snorted lustily and began to fuck her, plowing his eager young cock hard, fast and deep in her deliciously snug little pussyhole. She expected to go on being horrified, but she wasn't. Bomb blasts of pleasure ripped through her pussy as she took the steady pounding of the boy's cock.
"Awwwwww, yeah!" Rick moaned. "Take my cock, teacher! Take every fuckin' inch of it!"
Sara struggled desperately to ignore the mind-blasting pleasure of his fucking, but she couldn't. She realized now what a mistake it had been to shut sex out of her life for almost twenty years. All she'd done was bottle up her natural needs, and now they were bursting out like the flooding of a broken dam. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted his thick steely cock cramming deep into her cunt.
She gritted her teeth and tried not to moan with ecstasy as the boy fucked into her like a stallion, giving her fantastic blasts of pleasure with each deep lunge. She creamed helplessly around his ramming prick, till his thick meat made a lewd wet sucking noise as it reamed the gushing juice from her tiny pussy. That obscene noise made the boy even more excited.
"I know you're loving it, teacher," he panted. "I can feel how wet you are."
Sara felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she could hardly stand it. There was no avoiding it, she was going to come. As the delicious explosion burst deep in her cunt, and her body began to rock in an urgently-needed orgasm, she tried to stifle her moans--and failed.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Aaaggghhhh!"
Rick propped himself up on his elbows and watched her come, still hammering his rigid prick in her squeezing little cunt. Dizzily she saw the wicked leer of triumph on his face, then closed her eyes in ecstasy as the violent climax shook her body. It had been years since she'd allowed herself the supreme pleasure of orgasm, and she couldn't help loving it.
"Ohhhhhh, my God!" she whined. "Ohhhhhh!"
"You're coming, teacher, I can tell," Rick panted. "Now I'm gonna shoot my load in you. Ahhhhhh, yeah, here it comes! Awwwwwww!"
The fiery blast of his jizz only intensified her pleasure, and she almost blacked out as the delicious convulsions wracked her body. She'd barely finished coming before Rick was pulling out and getting into his jeans. As he zipped up, he leered at her knowingly.
"I'll make you a deal, teacher," he said. "I won't tell anybody I fucked you and you came. And you put out for me whenever I want it."
He walked out, leaving Sara to sort out her feelings.