Chapter 1
Miss Rona Carter blushed hotly. Standing before her eighth grade class, explaining a difficult point of English composition, she noticed that Jon Mills was staring at her tits.
Little bastard, she thought.
The boy wasn't talking, passing notes, or otherwise disrupting the class, so she really couldn't scold him. There was only that insolent stare, those bright green eyes directed right at the points of her big breasts. Rona wanted to strangle the kid. Instead she resorted to an old teacher's weapon and asked him a question.
"Jon," she said, "can you explain for the class what I've just been saying about the past perfect tense?"
Jon, a cocky redhead of thirteen, blinked. "Huh?" he said, as if he'd just been roused from a deep sleep. "Sorry, Miss Carter. I wasn't listening."
"Obviously," said Rona. "You'd better listen more carefully in the future, Jon. Otherwise you're in danger of flunking this course."
Jon's twin sister Joy giggled shrilly. That caused the rest of the class to crack up, including Jon. It made Rona blush again. Damn those twins-they were always embarrassing her, undermining her authority. They were the biggest troublemakers in school.
Rona resumed her lecture, struggling as best she could against giggles and snickers and guffaws from the class. She could hardly wait till the period was over and she could go home. It wasn't just the Mills twins who were bothering her. She was having a hard time keeping her mind on her work, she was so incredibly horny....
It seemed to happen to her more and more often lately, these acute attacks of lust. At thirty-eight she was beginning to feel that if she didn't get laid soon, didn't establish some kind of sex life, she'd go crazy. All day at school and for hours in the loneliness of her bed at night, Miss Rona Carter suffered powerful sexual urges which she couldn't satisfy because she had no man of her own.
Rona was by no means ugly. Even at thirty-eight she was still a handsome and striking woman, tall and buxom and graceful. Her thick gleaming brown hair fell almost to her waist, although for teaching purposes she wore it wrapped tightly in a bun. She also wore sensible mannish suits and shoes, though they didn't conceal her spectacular figure. Rona had long shapely legs, a tiny firm waist, and great jutting breasts that stood out firm and pointed. No, she wasn't ugly, but her cool aloof manner had always kept the men away. So at the most lusty period of her life, she was a spinster and had no prospects at all of finding a man.
She glanced around as she spoke and found that Jon was gawking at her tits again. They seemed to be the only thing that interested him about her class. He wasn't a bad-looking boy. Red-haired and freckled like his sister, he had handsome regular features, alert green eyes, and a winning smile. His body was just beginning to take on the features of manhood, his shoulders broadening, his arms and legs becoming tautly muscled. Rona studied his body and focused on his crotch. She blushed again.
The damned kid had a hard-on, she was sure of it.
The tight crotch of Jon's jeans displayed an unmistakable bulge. A hard line stretched the cloth, and occasionally the suspicious lump twitched. Had he gotten a cock-stand just from staring at her tits? No, more likedly he was also having dirty daydreams about her, imagining how she'd look naked....
Rona wanted to drop through the floor. At the same time she experienced a hot flash of lust that melted her belly and made her cunt juice spurt out to wet the crotch of her panties. Just looking at Jon's fat little hard-on was enough to make her violently horny. Oh, God, if only she had a man....
"All right, class," she said, "I've explained the point to you. Now we'll put it into practice. I'm going to have you go to the board and write sentences using the past perfect tense. Jon, you can be first."
There was a roar of laughter as Jon got to his feet and blinked. Obviously he hadn't been listening again and didn't have the slightest idea what the teacher wanted. Gamely he walked to the blackboard and took up a piece of chalk. He wrote "The"-and then turned to look at Rona. The class roared again.
"Go ahead, Jon," Rona said icily. "Write a sentence using the past perfect tense."
She'd teach the little brat to pay attention in class. Jon reddened and turned back to the board. Rona sat down at her desk at the front of the room and watched him struggle. He'd have to learn that he couldn't just spend the day gawking at her breasts....
As she waited for Jon to compose a sentence, Rona's mind drifted off. She recalled her isolated childhood on a remote farm in Montana, and how she'd never been able to make friends at school. By the time she got to teachers' college, she was too shy and withdrawn to attract boys. While the other girls dated and got engaged, Rona went home alone every night to her dorm and studied. This got her good grades, but it didn't solve her loneliness, nor did it solve an even more pressing problem, her growing need for sex.
Her stern parents had always told her to save herself for marriage, but Rona began to realize that she might never marry. Was she going to be a virgin all her life? The idea horrified her. She got so desperate that she was willing to give herself to the first man who came along-and that man turned out to be Professor Ralph Wiggins.
Professor Wiggins was certainly no dream man. Fifty years old, short, plump, and bald, he wore thick wire-rimmed glasses and waddled like a duck. Nevertheless he had great charm, and this charm bowled over innocent Rona Carter. It was in her senior year that she took Professor Wiggins' English literature class and he asked her to be his student assistant.
The job involved coming to his office in the evenings and helping him grade papers. Rona needed the money, and she was flattered that the professor had chosen her for the job. About the third evening, however, it became apparent that he was interested in more than her brains.
Young Rona was sitting beside the professor at the big table, marking papers, when she felt his knee pressing against hers. She assumed it was an accident, and she moved her knee away. A few seconds later he was pressing her again. She glanced over and saw that his plump face was bright pink and that he was staring blankly at the paper before him.
Suddenly he turned and grabbed her.
"Porfessor!" Rona cried. "What are you doing?"
Wiggins responded by kissing her wetly. Rona gasped and tried to wriggle away, and in doing so she made them both fall out of their chairs. They landed in a tangle on the floor of his office, and to her horror Rona saw that her skirt had flown right up to the lacy leg-bands of her panties. Wiggins gawked hungrily at her long shapely legs and the wispy pubic curls that sprang from under the elastic of her panties.
"Miss Carter," he said hoarsely, "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."
He lunged at her, knocking her down on her back, and began to paw her big quivering breasts, massaging them roughly through the thin material of her blouse and bra. Rona was horrified and didn't know what to do. No man had ever touched her before, no one had even kissed her. She could hear her mother's stern voice saying, "Don't ever let a man touch you before marriage. They're all animals. They only want one thing."
Rona knew what that one thing was, in spite of her innocence and lack of experience. She'd read all about sex, and she could tell from the professor's behavior that he was horny. She considered the idea: he wanted to put his cock in her cunt. The very notion made her blush buriously. She recalled some of the vulgar terms she'd heard some of the other girls using in their gossip sessions at the dorm. He wanted to ball her, screw her, FUCK her ... It was terrible, dirty!
"Please, Professor," she said, "let me GO! I'm NOT that kind of girl."
Professor Wiggins paid no attention to her protests. In his excitement, his glasses had fallen crooked on his nose, and his long hair was dishevelled, poking out in spikes in all directions. His face was red with lust, and he was breathing loudly as he pawed her breasts. He began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Oh, God, NO!" said Rona. "Please, you mustn't do this .,. ."
"I want you," he said, almost growling in his horny excitement. "I have to have you. I'll die if I don't have you, Miss Carter."
He was lying half on top of her, and Rona could feel something very strange pressing against her thigh. It was long and straight and hard, like a stick, yet it wasn't dead. It kept twitching and pulsing. With horror she realized it was his penis-or as the other girls called it, his cock or prick.
She squealed and tried to roll away from him, but he was too heavy for her. Panting loudly, he succeeded in unbuttoning her blouse and drawing it back to reveal the great cones of her breasts tightly held in her demure white cotton bra. He reached under her and unhooked the bra, and before the startled girl could stop him, he'd shoved the bra right up to her throat.
For the first time in her life, a man was looking at her naked tits.
Rona blushed furiously. She felt humiliated and horrified. She felt it was very wrong for the professor to see her naked, even from the waist up. Wiggins was gawking at her bare breasts as if they were the eighth wonder of the world, his little watery blue eyes gleaming with excitement.
Rona's breasts had always been a source of embarrassment to her. They were huge from the time she was fourteen, swelling out in front of her, often popping the buttons on her blouse. Boys snickered when she walked past them, for no matter how careful she was, her big tits always bounced and swayed. Wiggins gazed delightedly at the huge creamy white mounds and her little light brown nipples.
"Jesus," he said, sighing, "you've got the biggest boobs I ever saw."
Rona was horrified at his language. It didn't sound like the dignified professor. Not only did he talk dirty, he suddenly plunged his wet mouth down on one of her little soft nipples and began to suck it. Rona gasped in horror. It was an incredibly naughty thing to do, to take her nipple in his mouth and suck on it like a baby.
He sucked loudly, juicily, on her nipple, and Rona began to feel something very strange. Hot pleasure inflated her breast, making it swell and tingle and her nipple began to go rigid and bumpy in his hotly sucking mouth. Streaks of lusty pleasure shot right from her nipple down to the mysterious region between her legs. All her sexual organs were down there, she knew, but her mother had told her never to touch herself there except briefly when taking a bath. Rona was surprised to find how ALIVE she was between her legs. She grew very hot and moist down there as the professor sucked her tit.
"Ummmm," he said, smacking his lips.
He moved to the other nipple and began to suck it. Rona stared down at the first nipple and saw that it was tautly erect and gleaming with his spit. As he sucked the second nipple, she felt those strange jolts of pleasure streaking through her body again. What was happening to her? Why should she enjoy his lewd and dirty actions?
She felt the professor's wet, hot little hand creeping up her inner thighs. She was too horrified to protest, and in another second he was touching the crotch of her prim white cotton panties, feeling the heat and moisture there. He made a gurgling sound in his throat. He sucked harder on her nipple, and Rona felt dizzy with pleasure, so dizzy that she said nothing as he slipped a finger inside her panties.
Wiggins felt the intense heat of her pussy, the fine curly hairs, the growing wetness. He slid his finger around in her spongy hot tissues till he located the tiny bump of her clitoris. He began to rub the little joy-button, the most erotically sensitive organ of a woman's body.
"OHHHHH," Rona said, moaning hoarsely.
She couldn't suppress that cry of joy. Whatever he was doing, it felt incredibly good. She'd never explored herself down there, so she was unaware of how sensitive her clit was. Wiggins' naughty finger rubbed briskly back and forth on the tiny wet bump, and fiery waves of pleasure melted her loins. She felt her cunt contracting violently, then a flood of pussyjuice from her aroused vagina that soaked his hand. Good Lord, what was happening to her?
Wiggins finally jerked his mouth off her nipple with a loud wet plop. He grinned knowingly at her and then began to tug down her panties.
"Oh, no, NOOOO," Rona said. "NO, YOU MUSTN'T...."
"Nonsense," said the professor. "You want it."
"Want WHAT?" said Rona.
"You want me to make love to you," he said eagerly. He was rubbing her clit very fast now, making her dizzy and almost blind with pleasure. "Your pussy's all wet, darling. You want me. You want to fuck."
Rona gasped at the naughty word. She was going to protest again, but the professor suddenly wormed a thick finger into the juicy steaming mouth of her little hole, imitating the movements of a cock.
"OOOOOO," Rona said, "AAAHHH!!!"
"Yes," he said, crooning lustily, "you want it...."
He went on working his stiff finger in her soaked cunt, making a lewd squishy noise. Rona was so blinded with the pleasure of it that she hardly noticed when he slipped off her panties. The plump balding professor gazed hungrily at the sweet dainty little triangle of brown fur that decorated the base of her belly. Then he was quickly slipping down his pants and shorts....
Rona's fluttering eyes caught something strange. The professor was kneeling beside her, working his finger stiffly in her wet juicy cunt, and with his free hand he was pulling his clothes down to his knees. What caught her eye was the pale flash of his erect cock as it popped from the confinement of his shorts. Rona gawked. She'd never seen a penis before.
It wasn't large, though she didn't know that. It seemed huge to her. Four inches long, incredibly stiff and fat, it had a pale rose shaft and a fat purple head. The glans had a dark slitted mouth, and from this opening thick white cream was bubbling. Rona gawked and gawked. She saw that his rosy little prick sprang from a thick coarse bush of grey hair, and below that hung his dark red balls, also coarsely bushed with grey fur. His aroused prick and nut-sacs seemed ugly and menacing to her.
With a wet gurgle of lust, the professor suddenly threw himself onto her and wriggled between her thighs.
"Oh, NO," cried Rona, "NOOOOOH!"
It was too late. She felt his cock entering her body, incredibly stiff and thick and hot. She gasped in horror as her virginity vanished, as Wiggins' sturdy hard little prick pushed relentlessly into her narrow wet cunt, right up to the pulsing mouth of her womb. There was no pain, for his prick was small and her cunt well lubricated. There was only a strange sensation of being stuffed, filled....
"AHHHH, Christ," said the professor as his taut little testicles came to rest against her firm round buttocks. "You're so hot in there, darling, so good and tight ... It'll be a pleasure to fuck you."
Rona winced at the terrible word. Then she gasped as he began to ball her. In and out, jabbing and sawing, went his stiff little dick. It rubbed deliciously over her sensitive aroused clit, tugged blissfully at the fiercely hot lips of her cunt. It felt wonderful. Rona had to admit it. She knew it was wrong to fuck this man, to make love to someone not her husband, but she couldn't deny the intense joy of her body, the hot and eager response of her virgin pussy. She gave up all resistance. She let her legs fall wide open, giving him room to work, and she moaned hoarsely in her pleasure.
Wiggins felt her steamy cunt-juice boiling around his jerking prick, felt her wide hips begin to move in time to his swift strokes. He heard her hoarse cries of pleasure and felt her fingers digging lustily into his shoulders. "Yes," he said excitedly, "isn't it good? I'll fuck you well, darling, just relax and enjoy...."
Suddenly Rona screamed shrilly and her lush young body shook with the delicious spasms of her very first orgasm. It was hardly over before she hugged the sweating professor fiercely to her and said urgently, "Do it to me again. Oh, please, MAKE ME CUM AGAIN. Don't stop ... DOOONNNN'TTTT!!!!"
"I won't," he said happily. "We'll do it all night if you want."
They did, fucking again and again, till they were both exhausted. After that Rona came to his office every night to get laid. She couldn't do without it, couldn't get enough of it. Then at the end of the year, when she graduated, he suddenly dropped her. It turned out he had a wife and seven children and had no intention of getting involved with Rona. She found out later that Professor Wiggins seduced a different coed every year.
That had been twenty years ago. Rona still felt bitter about the way he exploited her, yet she couldn't think of him without getting violently horny. She remembered vividly every fuck they'd had ... Oh, God, if only she had someone to fuck her now....
Jon had been standing at the blackboard for almost fifteen minutes and had only written "The cat." His face was red with embarrassment, and his classmates were sniggering furiously. Rona decided that his punishment had gone on long enough.
"Very well, Jon," she said. "It's clear that you didn't listen to the lecture. That's another 'F' for you. You may return to your seat."
Rona sent another student to the board. She remained in her chair, having pulled it out a little way from the desk, and presently she sensed that someone was staring at her. She glanced up and saw that Jon was gawking at her again, frankly and lustily as always, only this time his inquisitive green eyes were directed to her crotch.
Rona glanced down and saw that she'd been sitting with her legs apart. She blushed deeply and quickly closed her thighs. Oh, my God, the kid must have seen everything-her panties, soaked with horny juice, the escaping fringe of pussy hair. She wanted to die of embarrassment.
Mercifully, the bell rang, and she dismissed the class. She sat there alone in the room, aching with horniness. She was so desperate to get fucked, she could have screamed. Professor Wiggins had been her one and only lover. She hadn't been balled in twenty years....
She had to do something about it. Masturbation was a terrible thing, but Rona had been driven to it over the years to appease her awful lust. She groaned and slipped her hand up her skirt, began to caress the taut hungry bump of her clit....
She happened to glance up and saw the red-haired twins, Jon and Joy, peering at her through the window.