Chapter 2

THE STUDENTS FORCED INTO PERVERSION

Julia, the teacher, pretended giving the two boys their elocution lessons, filled out some charts, then she stretched and yawned, letting her big breasts roll around for the boys' shy and giggly embarrassment. She noted they were perspiring and were already excited.

"Wed, you did quite well. I think I'll be able to give you a passing grade if you keep this up. But you'll have to come here at least twice a week, even more. Does that interfere with your plans, boys?"

Bruce scratched his blond head. "No, ma'am, we don't have much else to do except look at television."

That was when she asked, "Don't you go out with girls? You shouldn't work and study all the time. I think you would appeal to a girl. Both of you are rather good looking. Or, don't you care for girls?" She crossed her legs, letting her mini skirt ride up high, to expose the smoothness of her ample thighs.

"Oh, we do," both piped up in hoarse voices. Peter added, "We're not ... queer." He looked at Bruce who cast daggers at him. The other boy had nudged'him for having said such an epithet. "Well, we're not!"

Julia leaned forward, letting her big breasts roll under the too-tight jersey blouse. She had no bra. She loved the feel of having them roll freely around on her high and expansive rib cage.

"Well, it's not being queer if you don't go with girls. Takes a little while. Now, that old English play you were in was about boys who were mature at 12 or 13. But those days were different. Today, a boy matures a little later. Besides, you could get a girl in trouble ... except if you...."

They were eager and their reddened ears perked up. Fresh as unexposed film, they were vulnerable and super-sensitive to anything about sex. Coming from the teacher made it all the more taboo-exciting.

"You can always use your mourn." Seeing then-stricken faces, she added quickly with a little laugh, "Nothing to feel shy about. It's the 'in' thing, these days. If you want to be popular with the girls, it's what you have to do. And the girls do it to boys, too."

"Gosh, we heard about it," Peter tried to act blase. "I mean, coupla times, we did it." Now he and Bruce passed into the typical false bragging about sexual exploits. They laughed like typical schoolboys caught in a taboo act. "Sure felt good."

"But you have to do it right and proper. Maybe you'd like some lessons." With that, Julia got up, let her voluptuous hips swivel as she led the nervous, giggling and shy boys into her bedroom. Here, the intimacy of the darkened shadows, the large bed, the inviting scent of cologne, all added up to an excitement that aroused them to ramrod stiff proportions.

"Now, you two boys know you've been doing something wrong. Don't look so innocent. I know you went off into the bathroom and you (she used a slang expression for masturbation) when you pretended to have to go for other reasons. If I reported you to the principal, it could be embarrassing."

They were flushed-faced. They did not know that their teacher never even saw them; they were still too innocent to know that all boys frequently went to the bathroom during classes to "work off their uncontrollable tensions. They thought it was all a secret. So they fell for the ruse.

"B-but, we didn't harm anybody," Peter kept wiping his big hands on his tight jeans. He was going to be a big lumberjack type when fully matured. Right now, he was matured where he was most of a man. The thick bulge was almost instantly aroused. "I mean, gosh, we gotta do something, or we'd go crazy."

The teacher was sympathetic. "That's why I suggested the use of ... shall we say, the mouth. Don't look so embarrassed, boys. It's a good way to cool yourselves off. Now, unless you want me to report you and get you expelled, you'll take this 'lesson' and do it well." She trembled as she kicked off her shoes. Then she worked her blouse until it was over her head. She soon stripped it off, letting the gaping boys, their eyes bulging in their sockets, look at their first exposure.

"Well, don't just stand there." She was annoyed at their boyish hesitation. "Come on, get down to your skin. You boys have good bodies; I saw you on the track field. You should make use of your bodies ... before you ... get...." She pushed out thoughts of age. She had to forget the disparity and the wasted years. "Well...?"

They looked at one another shyly. To be nude before one another was something they felt inhibited about. Psych osexually, teen-age boys display this shyness based upon a social embarrassment of public exposure of the erections. When two youths (or even those in post-adolescence) are visibly aroused there is the latent fear of homosexuality. This taboo often precludes exposure before one another.

Julia, the schoolteacher, took the initiative. She moved closer, letting her ballooning breasts roll around. The nipples were rigid. She needed little impetus to become stimulated.

"Here, I'll help you." When she touched the rigid Bruce, he quivered from the intimacy. It was, apparently, the first time any woman had sexually touched him. She put her hands on his hips, then in a few deft gestures, succeeded in peeling down his jeans. The boy wore a jock strap that was already bulging with his erection. She inserted a hand between his warm, smooth muscled thighs, laughing when he jumped.

"Feel good? Then you better get out of those things and we'll have a real swinging time. You, too, Peter. Let's see if you're as red down here...." she patted his crotch, making him leap backward by instinct, "as up here...." Her hand snaked around to the nape of his neck and she made him grow Warm and aroused.

The two boys felt bashful as they stripped down; they had to obviate their modesty. The desire for sex was rigid and all-consuming. It completely crushed all inhibitions.

Naked, they' were like two young studs. Just barely 15, they were alive with elan vitae coursing through their young veins. Their hot juices throbbed like bubbly water. They made shy laughs and giggles at their nudity which, to them, was more sensual than the now-naked teacher.

"See? I'm not just a teacher." She moved closer, then pressed her naked form against Peter. "I'm a woman, too." Her hands explored the planes of the boy's back. She cupped his buttocks. "Mmmm, you're hot, aren't you? We'll do something about that."

She led them to the bed. "Both of you, just kneel between my legs." Seeing their hesitation, the teacher bent, then she took hold of both of her balloon breasts. "Here, Bruce, hold them up." His hands burned her resilient soft flesh. He gaped as if his eyes would bulge from his sockets. He moved awkwardly; the enormous power jutted forth between his thighs, and it was obvious that the constant throb and the uptilted curve was evidence of his strong, almost savage-animal desire.

"They're big and heavy."

"Lemme touch them, too," pushed Peter, with typical envy that the other boy was fondling their teacher's breasts. 'They're nice...."

She laughed silently at their fumbling. It was going to be a real swinging session.

"Now, just push them and sandwich your...."

The boy almost screamed from the sheer electric exhilaration when he took both of the marshmallow breasts and squeezed his organ between. The warm moisture made him scream, "Oh, ma'am, I'm gonna...."

Abruptly, she released him. Laughing, she led him to the bed. "See? That's just a sample. First, you just kiss me ... down here ... go on ... it'll feel good. Then, I'll do it to you."

She sprawled, spread-eagled on the bed; the springs creaked under their combined weights. She guided the two boys, made them assume a dog stance "on all fours" as they went to her groin.

"You'll be big man when you do this. AU men do it. Otherwise, you're just some sissy." She was wise in knowing how to fan the fires of youthful ego. The boys were eager, with an obsession, to prove themselves as men. If it took cunnilingus to do so, they would do it! "Ahhhhh, now you just rub me ... ooooooo, Brucie, let you mouth go all over my breasts...."

The boy was breathing heavily as he roamed over the big balloons, then he instinctively suckled the nipples as he had heard other boys snicker about it in the locker rooms. "Like this?" Then his mouth went over Julia's heavy midriff, and then when he hesitated, he felt her hands seize his head and push him to the steaming cauldron of her core.

Peter was also fondling Julia; the pressure was so great, he had to fight every impulse to keep from touching his rigid flesh. "If I just touch it," he said, "I'm gonna...."

Julia slapped away his hand as she now imprisoned the other naked student with her strong thighs.

"Don't ... I'll cool you off ... you'll get the biggest thrill of all...." She made slurping sounds with her mourn.

Bruce made muffled sounds as he used his mouth with some social reluctance (he had also heard it was dirty but since this was what it took to be a man, he would do it) and then his tongue found her clitoris.

Through the roaring in his ears and the almost damned powerful lust that tore through his groin, he could hear the teacher crying out, "Go on! Stick in your tongue. All the way ... all the way ... ahhhhOOOOO...." She was writhing as if a live wire had been inserted. Her breasts rolled around. She felt spasm after spasm tear through her body. The mounting tensions melted and the most delicious sensation swept through her. "Oh, that's good...."

Her glazed eyes saw the way the other boy was gaping. His broad shoulders rippled with the strength of a young lion. His redheaded mane illuminated his flushed face. His even white teeth flashed. "Can ... I do ... that?"

When the other boy, Bruce, was released, he looked dazed. He could not even look at his buddy, Peter, with some feeling of shame for having performed so lewdly while being watched. Now, some of his composure would be returned if Peter would "do it" and he, himself, watch.

"Yeah," he swallowed and looked guilty as he licked his lips. "Then ... maybe Miss. McD ... will ... uh ... do it to us."

"Go on, Peter, go on," urged Julia. Now she seized the resistant boy and in a few moments, his moist lips, his virginal mouth was orally frictioning the teacher's privates. "Bite down on my clitoris." Then she remembered his innocence, and she raised her groin, used some sphincter muscles and with her fingers parted her vaginal folds to indicate the nubbin of female pleasure. "This has as much nerves as your...."

The redheaded boy bit down, using his tongue to further stimulate. The teacher made gurgled screams of exclamations and joy. "Oh, it feels so good, it feels so good, oh, oh, lick ... use your mouth...." She writhed in this tortuous pleasure-pain until the recurring spasms took hold. "Now, it's gonna ... ooooo, OOOOO," she almost flew out of her skin when the climax ripped through her groin. It was the most erotic sensation imaginable.

Then, she used her mouth on Bruce. She was so excited over the prospect of orally conquering a boy, she went too quick. She liked him because he was "clean cut" and even told him so which made him feel even more embarrassed at such intimacies coming from a woman teacher.

"This is the best way," her warm, moist mouth seized the enormous shaft. She was astonished at the muscular contortions of the boy's anatomy. He made gurgled noises as he felt her curling tongue. She feasted. She used her hands to cup his huge pouch, letting his twin oval spheres roll beneath her finger tips. "Mmmmm...."

Suddenly, Bruce stiffened. Every muscle and sinew of his young body was alive. He almost screamed. "Oh, it's gonna ... oh, oh, oh...." Then, instinctively, he thrust forth, almost spearing the teacher as he wanted to sink the nerve-drenched core to the very hilt in the pleasurable source of moist undulation. "Now, now...." He became a young savage as the peak hit him. The eruption was as if his entire being was heaving forth. "Oh, oh, oh," he was half-sobbing, half-laughing at the sheer ecstasy of it.

Bruce never knew how good it felt, especially with his teacher. He was deliriously happy. The sexual tensions that often weigh heavy upon repressed youngsters were now relieved. The shackles were eased.

He fell back on the bed, disregarding the still flowing spasms. He looked at his buddy, felt just a little shyness. 'That was real good."

"Me, too?"

By now, Julia was aroused to the fever pitch. "You bet." She seized the boy's hard flesh and her mouth felt his trigger-sensitive reaction. Her tongue torture-teased. She heard him beg to go all the way and she secretly delighted in the power. She nodded negatively as she orally imprisoned him.

In her heat, she had not even noticed that he had a pendulous foreskin that was skinned back almost immediately. All she knew was this forbidden joy of possessing the huge prematurely developed manhood of a boy hardly even 15. It made her feel young. Oh, so young....

When his peak was reached, it had all the explosive power of a volcanic eruption.

Redheaded Peter fairly screamed with the pressure as his buttocks and flanks made the most lewd gestures; every part was alive. Sweat oozed down his armpits. His face had a cruel look as he suddenly lurched forward and impaled-orally-the gurgling teacher.

"Take it, take it, take it," in a frantic scream as he squatted on her pillowing breasts; his naked crotch was intimate and embarrassing. He locked her head in his knees and he immersed his wedge in the valley of sheer ecstasy. "Now, it's gonna, keep on ... keep on ... keep on ... oh, oh, oh, here it...." His face and body twisted. There was a split-second pause. The the culmination broke. They almost screamed as the tension gushed forth and the frustration build-up was now released.

Again and again the merciful release bathed them in a state of euphoria.

Naked, happy and relieved, the three lay together and felt as good as they would ever feel.

"You sure took off," Bruce had to be the so-called man. "Bet it was your first time, Peter." He slapped the boy's naked flank, making his gluteal muscles bunch up. "Hey? You getting hot again?"

Peter slapped the other boy and then reached between his buttock cheeks, playfully fondled his scrotum. "You, too, eh?" when his buddy winced.

Julia McD., the adult teacher, saw that after this exposure and public oral exhibition, their enviable boy-shyness was gone. They were no longer virgins. An era had ended. She felt proud in having accomplished it!

"Now, now, boys you mustn't spoil the mood. We just relax, then well shower ... together ... and then well see about your lessons in elocution."

It was a sensual experience for the boys-the first time they showered with a woman and played with one another. This all sounded like episodes from smutty books they found in sleazy bookshops. Only it was for real ... with their teacher.

Needless to say, the teacher passed them with extra-superior marks. The boys later formed a peculiar desire for older women; neither could find affection with the girls in their groups. Bruce became the kept stud of an older woman who supported him while he took his hand at writing the great American novel. Peter tried to adjust to normal married life but he had an urge for oralism with older women that often led him to involvements with homosexuals, as well.

So we can see that Julia McD., the teacher, warped two boys in her obsession for oralism. It is probably a matter of time when some scandal erupts and she will be duly punished for her abnormal cravings. But it may take some time since a schoolmarn who takes advantage of 15-year-young boys' pounding sexual tensions will always find available studs.

Schools may well be considered a breeding site for sexual perversions-teachers are as warped as the pupils!