Chapter 3

THE "AMAZON-FANTASY" TEACHER AND HER BOY GLADIATORS

TEACHER: Mrs. Dora Chester.

AGE: 44.

SEXUAL PROBLEM: Feels that her approaching age has made her less sexually attractive. Unable to experience relief with her increasingly impotent husband.

RELATIONSHIP TO STUDENTS: She is a strict instructress of ancient history, particularly the Greek-Roman era. She finds herself losing her thoughts in the past when sex was pure-physical and there was not as much emphasis upon youth. She feels life has cheated her and she takes this out in her warped frustration upon several of her male students.

Dora Chester always wore a severely man-tailored suit when teaching her class of teen-age boys about the philosophies and the somewhat erotic adventures of the ancient Greeks. Dora Chester, at 44, displays no outward symptoms of sexual problems and this only emphasizes the increasing need for having teachers psychoanalyzed to determine their emotional fitness for their profession.

Inwardly, Dora Chester seethes at the display of virile, manly youth that she is unable to possess. "It makes me grown warm and hot when I see some of those athletic types of boys in their basketball briefs. I get so excited when I look at the thick bulges in their crotch that I almost 'go off when I watch the games.

"Do you know how frustrating it can be for me to be surrounded by these hot-blooded boys of 15,16 and 17, in the full flush of their sexual youth, and then have to go home at night to my tired and weak husband?"

Dora's husband is a history professor; a stuffy person who, at the beginning of their marriage, displayed even casual interest in sex. "I tried to (oral-friction) but he took so long, I lost interest. Then I begged and pleaded with him to (performance of cunnilingus or mouth-vagina stimuli) if he couldn't do it the usual way, but he said it wasn't his cup of tea."

For a while, Dora endured the mounting tensions by masturbating until she could find some relief. "But that didn't work for me. I want something more potent."

Then she became fixated with the ancient gladiators and the Roman sexual studs. "I read how many of the leading Roman empresses would take the virile boys, some is young as 15 to their 50, and order them to do the works.

Once, while lecturing the class of the sexual debasement of Roman society-yes, we have progressive teaching in our school-it made me so worked up, I had to excuse the class and hurry to the bathroom. Here, I pulled down my bloomers and inserted a piece of chalk in and out while I rubbed and squeezed my clitoris." She gave a rather potent description of masturbation until she "erupted" and then "I felt much calmer and better."

Mrs. Dora Chester realized that she had great power as a teacher of this class. She could fail some of the students and then they would be unable to go on to the next class. "Their parents would be after them and would really make it rough for them. In fact, there were several boys who really didn't do such good work but I might have given them passing grades, except that an opportunity came up which I couldn't resist."

The boys came up to Mrs. Chester, late one day, after all classes were dismissed. They exuded what his frustrated teacher felt to be sexual vitality. In their tight jeans and Mod-style haircuts, their smooth rather baby face expressions, together with the obvious thick outlines of their maleness, made the teacher grow tingly with excitement.

"I'm sorry, boys, but your performance has been below average." She could see the thick elongated power and the nestling scrotum with the huge globes beneath this boy's very thin khaki pants. Damn it! Some of them were so innocent that their genitalia was so outlined as if naked, and they couldn't have cared less. Well, it was turning her on like fire and the heart-pounding beat in her own genitalia made her grow excited with frustrations. "You're all entirely too detached from the philosophy and the social structure of the Roman empire. You must feel very close to it. Then you will gain greater insight into the motivations of the Romans."

One boy, with a shock of black hair and a constrasting pink-white heart-shaped face, looked downcast. "But Mrs. Chester, we all went to that play you told us." It had been some insipid local theatre play that relied mainly upon imagination in its treatment of the Romans. Some obscure play that dulled the senses. "But we still don't know much about them." His name was Gary W., and he was 15. He had a pair of powerful legs, a nipped in adolescent waist, broad shoulders. In his swim trunks, when the cloth was soaking wet, his maleness was outlined to the most intimate detail.

The other boy, a lean but thickly muscled student by the name of Louis C, shuffled nervously. He wore a windbreaker that emphasized his well shaped physique. "Aww, if I fail, my Dad won't let me ride the car. Then what'll I do?"

The last boy, Jeff E., at 16, had already been made to repeat classes. He was nervous. He was on the chubby side but when he smiled, dimples emphasized his red cheeks. He always wore ultra-tight corduroy jeans that made his buttocks jolt and bounce. "If I can't pass this term, Mrs. Chester, then the folks will take me out of school and send me to Work."

The thoughts whirled in Dora's head. She smoothed down her dark coiffeur. Although she was in her 40's and not the type a man would look at when she walked the street, she now had a greater power. She could ruin these boys or she could pass them. A surge of vitality coursed through her. "Very well, boys, perhaps you would be willing to do some extra-heavy homework."

Three young boy-man faces brightened up. They bubbled excitedly, "Sure, sure, Mrs. Chester, we'll do the homework."

She pretended looking through some papers. "Mmmm, the school should have a list of audio-visual programmed instruction." Then she looked slightly disappointed. "Well, I had hoped to provide you with the latest of programmed history but it appears our budget is slight. I know what-it would help you understand the social structure of the Roman system if we would do our own so-called interpretations."

That was how Dora suggested that they all participate in a private Amazon-Gladiator experiment. "Perhaps we ought to use that little grassy clearing over at the west end of the meadow. Hardly anybody goes there these days." This was near a muggy swamp and out of bounds and reach of the local people. It was occasionally used for a sexual affair by a young couple with no other place available. Now it would be used for a gross debauchery of three young boys by their debauched and frustrated teacher.

"What'll we do?" The three boys looked at one another with confusion. "Want us to go there for the lesson?"

Inwardly, the teacher seethed with excitement. Now she would show these young studs that she was the master. They were still at such a boy-virginal innocence that any woman would be sexually attracted to them. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one underlying reason why mature teachers seduce young boys; they have doubts about their own appeal and fear rejection by a grown man who has already learned selection. Yet boy-youth is all-physical and all he cares about is release of his sexual tensions with a female of any age. This makes a boy virgin a vulnerable victim for an older woman, especially a teacher who symbolizes authority and power.)

Dora Chester made some hasty plans. 'That's right, boys. Suppose we set an appointment." She had to think quickly. Four days from now mere was going to be a county fair that would take most of the townspeople out of the area. Perfect! "Suppose we meet at that clearing, this coming Friday at about two o'clock. There's no school that day but you'll be given a good lesson."

The boys were wide-eyed with anticipation. "Sure, sure, we can make it, Mrs. Chester. As long as you think it'll help us pass. Want us to bring our books?"

"Not necessarily; I'll put you through several re-enactments and you won't need books for them. You'll just be the Roman boy-gladiators. And to add to the realism, I'll be an Amazon." They all laughed together and it was this depraved schoolteacher who had the final laugh.

When the early afternoon came, the boys were there, ahead of Dora Chester. They smiled shyly to see her. They felt confused, wondering what would happen to them.

"All right, Gary," Dora came right to the point, noticing the boy's ultra-tight pants and the thick bulge. He had an enviable physique. Even his boyish face had that strange sensual appeal that is the first blush of youth. "Suppose you play the part of the Roman gladiator. You are one of Nero's favourites. We all know he was depraved." She saw their embarrassed look. "We have to be factual. So Gary will be the favourite boy-gladiator." Already, she was growing warm with anticipation.

The other boys shuffled nervously on the grassy mound; here, at the outskirts the town, beneath the azure blue sky, they could have been as if transported to some primitive land. One could almost imagine the roar of the crowds in the arena.

"Louis, you will be the captured gladiator who has to fight Jeff, the permanent gladiator. That is, the Romans had such permanent gladiators until such time as they were subdued. The victor is the one who possesses the Roman empress, played by myself."

The boys were sweating nervously. With that, Dora Chester said, "Let's strip down." The boys flushed at that. Several stammered in red-faced embarrassment as they looked shyly at one another. "Well, are you going to stand here all day?"

"B-but, you want us to go ... naked?" piped up the sweating and nervous Gary. "B-but, Mrs. Chester...."

"Surely you don't expect to be wrestling gladiators in your clothes, do you? If that's your answer, then you'll get a failing mark right here and now." Her heart thumped wildly. She had to go through with it. If it worked, then it would be the start of other such episodes. Now the answer to her strange dream-fantasy would come to life. "Well?" She paused, ready to remove her own suit.

"Aw, come on, Jeff," it was Louis who was already working open his belt with nervous fingers, "if you don't do this, it means the rest of us will fail." It was pitting one against the other. "Aren't you going to do it?"

Jeff was so embarrassed, it looked as if he would burst out into tears. "I didn't think this was going to be ... without no clothes," he stammered.

By now, Dora was swept up in the stream of her depraved desires. "Go on, Louis-be a gladiator and force him to his knees!"

That was all the boy needed. With a savage yelp, he leaped upon Jeff, flinging him to the floor. Shouts and cries were heard in the deserted region. Then clothes were all but ripped from their young bodies.

"Fight him!" was the teacher's hoarse command as she, herself, slithered out of her suit, now standing near-nude in the warm basking sunshine, her big breasts and sloping buttocks sealed within a matching pink bra and panty combo. Her nipples jutted forth. At her loins, the genitalia folds were engorged with vitality. The agonizing itch pervaded her core. She wanted to be consumed with a powerful thrust. "Go on, gladiators!"

By now, the two boys were nearly nude; their young bodies, their boy-man sinews bulging, their briefs and T-shirts stained with their sweat, their thick manhood outlined, all added to a Roman orgiastic atmosphere.

"Mrs. Chester ... I...." That was Gary, the boy supposed to act the role of Nero's lover. He had stripped off to the waist. His physique showed promise; his nipples were soft on his jutting pectorals. "Is it ... all right?"

"Strip down and act like Nero's lover!" was her command. Impatient, she turned from the gladiator-enactment, and her hands grabbed the boy's belt. "I'll do it for you."

He was so shaky in the knees, it was a miracle that Gary did not collapse. He felt the blood pound in his veins. "B-but ... I can't...."

She pried open his belt, then worked swiftly to peel down his tight pants. "You're wearing a jock strap," she ran her palm over the rising bulge, then her hand swooped betwixt his firm thighs and she gripped the pouch, making the boy wince. "Feels good, eh? As Nero's favourite boy, you have to be the best."

"I'm ... I'm...." Gary was perspiring profusely. His virile young body was ablaze with heat. "It's gonna go...." He was actually choke-sobbing a plea; his legs felt rubbery. He kept gaping at her big breasts and the almost-nudity of her panties. He was still innocent enough to note that she had worn a pair that was too-tight and that had been deliberately thinned. That is, the reinforced crotch had been thinned so that now her female vaginal folds could be seen in a strangely exotique lewdness.

"I'll just see if you're good enough for Nero." With that, the teacher pulled at the elastic bands of the boy's jock strap, pried apart. Then her hands enveloped his swollen sliding flesh. He was ramrod stiff with the "instant" arousal of boy virginalism. "Well, you're going to have to put that to good use."

She rubbed herself against him; quickly, she unhooked her bra. Her breasts bounced forth. They were no longer firm. Neither were they uptilted, but to the wide-eyed perspiring boy, they symbolized forbidden womanhood. Now the denied of sex could be his.

"Here, rub them, my slave boy!" She embraced the trembling youth, her hands stroking the broad planes of his back, then going down to his thin buttocks. She felt the way he trembled and winced. Each touch was like a hot rod. "Now ... just guide it in...."

She had slithered out of her panties. The hirsute portal to the moist channel now immersed itself upon the rigid power of the boy. The feeling of the steady and encompassing fullness made her scream with erotic pleasure, "Oh, Gary, my slave boy, ohhhhh," She mashed her cushion breasts against his hard chest while her fingers went down his back, then cupped his bottom. Her hands found his swinging pouch and she did things to make him become trembly-alive. "That's it, push and pull...."

Simultaneously, the other two boys, Louis and Jeff, were now grappling and fighting for real. Lewd shouts and vulgar exclamations rent the air.

While the schoolteacher was being impaled by the gasping Gary, while this was taking place she derived greater sadistic pleasure by watching the two boy "gladiators" in the grassy mound.

"Beat him!" she cried out. 'Punish him!" And at the same time, she experienced a sudden surge of dynamic power. She felt the boy, Gary, as he thrust so deeply that the huge wedge almost pierced her vitals. There was a stiffening. "Oh, Gary, give it ... to me ... now...."

His hands sweated as they gripped her bottom heavy buttock cheeks. Then a cry was heard. There was a split second of hesitation. Suddenly, he cried aloud, "Oh, Mrs ... Mrs ... ohhhhh ... ohhh!"

She was the recipient of the ex-virgin boy's first proof of his now-budding manhood. She screamed with the throbbing passions that burned in her long-denied female receptacle. Her vaginal sphincter muscles imprisoned itself upon the thick boy-man wedge, the only differentiation that marked him as an adult. She wanted to possess the slippery column, to conquer it like a true Amazon.

When her passions subsided, she fairly swooned. She saw how exhausted the boy looked. "You mustn't feel ashamed." She patted his now semi-flaccid column. "This is proof of your power as a suitable gladiator for Nero."

The shouts and yelps of the now-naked youths who were pummeling and grappling one another alerted the schoolteacher.

"Easy, easy." She felt fright. What if they hurt one another? This could mean trouble. "All right, you-Jeff-you lose!" She had to forcibly pull him up. "Get up."

The two youths had to be pried apart. Naked, erotic-ally aroused, their young bodies throbbed with immediate sensual stimulation.

She was astonished at Jeff's super-power. Even though he was not "clean cut" in the sense that his foreskin had not been removed, he still had that enviable power she craved. His swinging pouch slammed against his inner thighs. In the web mesh of the dark adornment, he was, indeed, like a young gladiator.

As for Louis, the sweating boy's chest gleamed; his rib cage was solid and the thick slabs of his pectorals emphasized his power. He was "clean cut" and while not as admirably developed as his opponent, he still had what the warped schoolteacher desired.

"As the loser, Jeff will have to (she used the slang expression for cunnilingus) and then Louis will be rewarded by (slang for intercourse) while Jeff looks on."

The boys were stunned to hear such violent language come from their usually sedate teacher.

Jeff licked his lips. He looked on. "B-but, I ... I ... it's ... disgusting...."

"Know what a Roman Empress would do?" She reached betwixt his firm thighs and seized his scrotum. She fondled the twin globes and made him quiver. Like all boy virgins in their first experience, he was ready to go at a touch! "She would have you, the loser, castrated! She would turn you into a eunuch and made a sex slave! Then you would use your mouth here," she patted her woman mound, "and here," she patted her anal region. "Either you do what I say, or you will be used like a woman-by Louis! That's your punishment, slave!"

Louis was stunned but by now he was so enfired up, he would have done anything to experience relief. "Go on, loser. I'm so hot, if I don't do something, I'll rub myself and go right off!"

"If he does that, then I'll make you (slang talk for fellatio or oral-genital friction) Gary." She laughed as she saw his quivers. "I'll make you into a true queer eunuch!"

Swallowing nervously, Jeff hesitated. "But, that's disgusting...."

"Get him, gladiators!" The directive was as sharp as a whip. The other two boys, Gary and Louis now seized the weak Jeff and forced him to his knees. "That's it. Push his head over here...."

Their young bodies, the sinews flashing in the sunlight, their hearts thumping, their powerful maleness rigid, created a bizarre bas relief. It could have been in ancient Rome.

The naked and imprisoned Jeff was forced to kneel at the "Empress!" feet. His head was gripped by the other boys and then he was forced to use his mourn and lips on the sweet-sour flesh. This was abject humiliation that made him feel sick. But the boys' iron grip (no doubt spurred by the awakening of their cruel sadistic urges) forced him ahead.

"That's it!" She enveloped his head and thrilled to the sensation of having a teen-age boy orally arouse her. "Oooo, it's good ... use your tongue, slave ... all the way...."

When she felt the familiar stirrings, she thrust him away. She fell onto the mound and parted her limbs. Her big breasts rolled around like a pair of beach balls. The nipples were rigid like pinky fingers. She rolled and moaned.

"Take me, my slave! Take me!"

The two boys were clumsy. Gary and Louis were still so naive that they were blithefully unaware of the methods of foreplay and arousal. They were all-physical.

All they knew, or felt, was the supreme physical tension like dynamite that threatened to erupt in the glans corona of their phalli. This was all they knew.

Gary pounded mercilessly; he was determined to prove to the others that he was all-male. After he had debauched the schoolteacher, it was Louis' turn, this boy was so nervous, that he cried out, "It keeps slipping out," until the teacher gripped and guided him.

"Ohhhhh," she locked her ankles around his lean waist, digging her heels into his anal gorge. 'That's it. Pound it, slave. Pound it like a mallet!"

When the merciless pounding reached the summit of emotions, the boy stiffened. He screamed that he was going to "go off" and then the copious proof of his pent up desire now flooded the depraved and warped schoolteacher.

Again and again the spasms tore through their bodies as they jounced up and down, thrilling to the occasion. Their hearts thundered like the cannon of a Roman legion.

Naked, the slippery trio just lay there; all the while, the humiliated Jeff scowled. He was going to get even with his buddies (ex-buddies) for having done that to him. To make his remorse more deeply felt, he was still embarrassed over having gone nude like that.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: It is a physiological reaction on the part of some nude males, especially those just in the throes of puberty and still shamed and guilt-drenched about sex, an attitude fostered by a Puritanical society, to feel embarrassed before one another. Pubertal boys often display a deep traumatic shock if humiliated or otherwise forced to expose themselves before each other. It instills a deep neurosis and feeling of homosexual-guilt. This creates an internal shock. Some pubertal boys have adjusted to the point where they feel no traumatic guilt about nudity. But many are still victims of what is known as a naked-consciousness which is different from sex-consciousness, although at their unlearned stage of life, they are unable to differentiate between the two.)

They were not yet finished with Jeff who, in the heat of the moment, displayed rigid male powers.

"Go on, Jeff, let's see you (masturbate) and well watch." The teacher was going to avenge herself on Jeff. She would make Jeff a symbol of the men who had rejected her. She would punish all of them. "Go on!"

When Jeff refused, at an order from the teacher, the other boys pinned him down and it was Gary who manipulated the quivering and red-faced boy. "Man, lookit him go off!" they jeered as the boy was masturbated and then ejaculated. "He's sure a hot one."

They laughed and jeered at his discomfort. In many such situations, one male will take advantage of another in an effort to conceal his own embarrassment. So it was with this group. The two boys, Louis and Jeff was secretly ashamed and embarrassed and covered up these feelings by degrading the other boy.

"I'll get even with you!" His bronzed naked flanks glimmered with gluteal muscular power as he scuttled to his naked feet. His now-flaccid member was like a huge pole on his groin. It swung with his movements. He got dressed. "I'll get even with you," he muttered.

True to his vow, he did. He told his parents that the two boys and the teacher had "ganged up" on him for not doing his homework. He did not say anything about the sexual aspects since he was too ashamed. But he said, "The teacher wanted to punish me for not getting good marks. So she used the boys to beat me up." That explained his torn clothes.

It was quite a scandal. Mrs. Dora Chester was dismissed. Her husband lost his position, too. Now then-lives are ruined.

As for the boys, Gary could not endure the questions and accusations of others. One day, he left home and was never heard from again.

Louis and Jeff could no longer bear the blame for what happened; they dropped out of school. Their families moved out of the state. It is hoped that wherever the boys are, they will be able to adjust to a normal experience.

As for Mrs. Dora Chester, if she is able to obtain another teaching position, it is reasonable to expect she will again covet a young pupil for her debased actions. It can be hoped that she will be apprehended and remitted for hospitalization before she debauches other young lives.