Chapter 1
"I'm your substitute teacher, and I understand there's some type of field trip planned for this afternoon after school," Sharon Jenkins said as she walked across the front of the classroom at the small private school located in the mountains outside of town. Science wasn't one of her better subjects1 and she was uncomfortable with being dropped right into the middle of test tubes and beakers.
The phone call had come only that morning, an offer to teach at Wynott Academy for possibly as long as a week. There was an over-night field trip involved so she would have to pack clothes, but at last she finally agreed. After all, she had often wondered about the strange, secretive school located more than twenty miles up the mountains. She knew no one who had ever taught there, and the students were drawn from families all over the state. Although science was one of her weakest areas, she could bluff it for a couple of days, she decided, and her curiosity had been aroused. Without even time to call a friend and tell her where she was going, Sharon had packed and headed for the mountains.
"I'm not sure just what you've been studying," Sharon admitted, having arrived just in time for the early-afternoon class. She looked out over the twenty students. "Would someone like to explain it to me?"
"Medieval culture," a young blonde girl giggled from halfway down the third row. The student wore a blue sweater so tight that the bumps of her nipples showed through.
"In science class?" Sharon asked, genuinely confused. "That sounds more like history to me."
"We've been studying old castles," a boy sitting in the second row across from the young blonde replied. "Our science project has been to design something that worked better than the things they used back then."
His comments set off several snickers in the room. Sharon glanced around, more than a little disturbed. The boy who had answered her was, himself, enough to make her feel uncomfortable being a couple of years older than the girl who sat beside him. His long, lanky body was poured over the seat, one arm draped over the back with one of his legs under the desk and, from that angle, the teacher would stare directly at the heavy bulge that showed in the crotch of his tight jeans. Not only was a thick prick shaft outlined in the cloth but also a set of hefty balls.
Sharon glanced upward, realized she had let the discussion drift off, then she met the boy's open stare. It was obvious from the glint in his dark eyes that he knew she had been staring at the impression of his cock.
"That . . . that's nice," Sharon stuttered, trying to remember what the boy had said. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't bring back his words. She glanced around and what she saw didn't let her mind rest any easier not only did she have no idea of what they were studying, she had no grasp of how to reach such a confused, mixed-up class.
There were thirteen boys and seven girls, perhaps a little out of balance, but it was the widely varied ages of the students that threw Sharon for a whirl. Apparently the pupils had been drawn from almost every level of class encompassed
by the school. Even if the youngsters were ahead of their contemporaries, Sharon couldn't see how they could match the background of the older students unless the subject matter was so restricted that all of them were learning it new.
And something else was bothering her about the kids, but she had to think about it to discover what it was. Finally it dawned on her as she looked about; even the younger kids had a casual lustiness about them in how they acted and dressed. The blonde's nipples bounce out her sweater; the boy's cock pressed into his pants. Another girl, perhaps a year younger than the blonde, wore a skimpy halter that barely covered the tops of her tits. Another girl wore a pair of tight shorts that looked like they had been sprayed onto her ass. As that little nymph leaned back into her chair, Sharon could see the outline of her cunt lips mashed into the cloth.
The boys were almost as bad. Their jeans were tight and hip hugging, gripping at the crotch. She didn't spot another prick as big as the one owned by the first boy, but Sharon still got her eyes full. In the back, another boy, older than most, had his shirttails out and all the but-tons undone, showing the rippling, hard muscles of his gut.
Somehow Sharon managed to get through the hours although she couldn't remember anything productive she had done. Part of the time was spent in just having the class read while she sat and pondered what was going on. Finally the bell rang and the students leaped to their feet. For the first time during the class, the kids were acting like pupils as they hurried to rush out.
All except one. The older, dark-haired boy lingered behind until he was the last youngster in the room. When he reached the door, he reached out and closed it rather than stepping through. The click of the lock falling in place caught Sharon's attention and pulled her eyes up from the paper she was reading.
"Hi, Teach," he said, leaning back against the locked door. "We didn't get a chance to get acquainted so I thought I would introduce myself. I'm Carl."
The boy was maddening! His voice dripped with youthful confidence. The way he braced himself against the wall allowed him to cross his feet and drive one toe into the floor. The position thrust his hips forward, pressing the jeans even tighter to his groin. The heavy muscle of his cock was outlined diagonally across his crotch above the impression of large balls. His shirt was unbuttoned almost to his navel, showing the first blossoming of hair on his chest. "You like what you see?" the boy asked with a grin that was years too old for his age.
"What I see is a locked door," Sharon countered, pulling her eyes back to his face. "Now I suggest you open it and get to your next class."
"But we need to get acquainted and I don't want anybody walking in and disturbing us," the boy said, pushing himself away from the door. "I told you my name, now you tell yours."
"I-I told the class earlier," Sharon stammered, feeling threatened by the way he stepped toward her desk. "It's Miss Jenkins and I'm your substitute teacher.
"You have another name," he challenged, taking a step closer. "I'm not going to leave until I know it."
"It's Sh-Sharon1" the teacher stuttered, her green-flecked eyes widening in fear.
"See, that didn't hurt, did it?" Carl laughed, stepping to the front of the desk. He had a sinewy way of moving that made Sharon catch her breath. His dark eyes watched her, staring at the smooth skin of her face and the full tits that tingled beneath her dress.
He was too close Entirely too closet Sharon pushed back her chair, the legs scraping noisily on the wooden floor. Then She jerked erect and turned her back on the boy Her hand sought out the comfort of something to hold, picking up the blackboard eraser from its tray. With it, she wiped out the few words, including her name, that she had written on the board, hoping all the time that the boy would be discouraged and go away. She heard a rustling behind her and thought her plan might be working, but she could see the door out of the corner of one eye. It stayed closed. He was still behind her.
She took a deep breath, trying to force herself to relax. She steeled herself for what she would have to do. It had come down to the point of confrontation and demanding that he do what she said. Slowly she put the eraser down and turned back to where the boy still stood in front of the desk.
When she saw him, she stopped, stunned. Her lower jaw fell open in surprise. A little squeak of shock escaped from her throat at what he had done. His jeans were open in the front, the zippers of his fly all the way down, and a long, thick cock had been wedged from the front of his pants. The swollen shaft flopped out and his cock lay on top of her desk.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. The boy glanced down at his cock, then back up at his teacher.
"I'm showing you mine so I can see yours." The boy grinned. "Isn't that how it's supposed to work?"
Sharon didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or scream. It was the craziest thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life.
"Look, uh. . . what's your name?" she asked.
"Carl," he reminded her.
"Carl, l don't know what made you think I would go along with something like this, but I won't. And that's final. Now get that thing back into your pants and get out of here before I feel compelled to tell the principal what you've done."
"But that's not fair, Teacher," he growled, stepping back from the desk. He made no motion to push his cock back into his pants, and it arched out from his groin. His cock wasn't completely hard yet, so it didn't throb against his stomach. Instead, his cock pointed directly at the young teacher as if it were an arrow aimed at her cunt.
"Now, Carl," she groaned as the student started around the desk toward her.
Suddenly she saw him in a new light. The youngster was no longer a simple boy who was totally under her control simply because she was a teacher. He was much taller than her five-foot-four, and he was at least thirty pounds heavier. In any contest of physical strength, Sharon knew she would certainly lose.
The cock that swayed before her was obviously nothing she could think of as belonging to some kid. In the brightness of the classroom she could see every inch of his swollen flesh shaft, perhaps better than she had ever seen one before. As she watched, the cock stiffened, gaining its complete size. At least eight inches of male fuck weapon jutted up from his open jeans and now throbbed hard against his belly. The cockhead bulged at the top of the shaft.
Sharon was stunned, almost frozen into place. She wanted to turn and run for the door in the hope that his open pants would slow him down in the chase. But the sight of his cock swelling there before her eyes riveted her to the floor. By the time she managed to gather her thoughts, the chance was completely gone.
He reached for the front of her dress, grabbing one of her supple tits through the cloth. His fingers dug into the firm flesh, his palm cup-ping over the nipple.
"I didn't think you were wearing a bra under there." Carl laughed, showing a boyish grin. "I couldn't see any nipples, but your tits just jiggled too much."
"Let me go!" Sharon whined, then winced from the pain as his finger bit even more firmly into her tits. Holding her motionless by one tit, he used his other hand to push the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her free nipple was uncovered, a rigid little button rising from the middle of a rose-colored halo. Then his open hand grabbed onto the bare flesh of her right tit as his left released and allowed the rest of her dress to tumble down to her waist. In only a few seconds the boy had uncovered his teacher's tits.
"You've got good ones," he hissed. "I like big tits."
Sharon's tits were one of her finest points, and had been since the first cunt hair had started emerging on her cunt mound. They had begun as only swollen little nipples, but had continued to grow all through high school until they were full-blown tit mounds worthy of any men's magazine in the nation.
Large cones of firm flesh sloped to nipples that jutted straight out. The halos around the nipples were rosy, not brown. Now, both of those mounds were caught harshly in the boy's tight grasp. Ten fingers dug into her flesh, making her cry out in pain.
"Now I think it's time you showed me your cunt," Carl said. "Use your hands and slide your dress to the floor."
When she hesitated, Carl clamped down even tighter with his fingers. Sharon moaned as her hands fumbled at her sides for the dress. Feeling the rumpled cloth, she pushed downward and it fell to the floor. She was left standing in shoes, garter belt, stockings and white cotton panties. The boy released her tits and stepped back to survey his teacher.
Only two years out of college, her face still kept the vibrant good looks of youth, but her body had matured into the full features of a woman. Her hair was a soft brown with hints of blonde. It draped down her back to the top of her ass. Her brown eyes were flecked with a fiery green, and her magnificent tits, a schoolboy's wet dream, vibrated with every breath. Beneath her tits, a deep, sexy navel punctuated her flat stomach.
"Shit!" Carl said. "You're better than the last one."
"The last one?"
"Miss Snyder," the boy said. "But she's no longer here."
Before Sharon could ask any more, the boy was at her again. Quickly he turned her, heading her off from the door until she backed up against the desk. Her ass bumped the chair as she stumbled and almost sat back on the table.
"No!" Sharon cried, glancing from his lust twisted face down to his prick throbbing from his groin. His cockhead bulged and had turned purple with rage. His deep piss slit gaped open as it pointed up at Sharon's naked belly.
Her hands flew up to try to fight the boy off, but he caught one of her arms and twisted it around her back. The force turned her body as her fingers were pushed up between her shoulder blades, and Sharon's face drove down toward the center of the desk. Her forehead slammed down onto the desk. By the time she pulled herself back to complete consciousness, Carl had stripped her panties to the floor.
"Jeez! Your ass is as sexy as your tits!"
A rough hand rubbed all over Sharon's creamy ass cheeks, and her pinned arm was forced high up on her back. Pain ripped through her shoulder and elbow as her right cheek scraped against 'the desk. Her legs thrashed, kicking the shoes from her feet until her stockings and garter belt were all that were left on her body. Her tits were mashed against the desk, causing them to scrapping painfully
"Stop it!" She squealed in pain. "I'm your teacher, for God's sake!"
"My science teacher, even!" the student mocked, reaching down between her legs to grab a handful of the brown pelt of her cunt hair. He snatched at it, yanking her cunt and ass up from the desk. "Maybe we better get some science into your cunthole!"
The clatter of glass told her that the boy was grappling with the equipment at the side of the desk, but Sharon couldn't see. He leaned over her and then she felt the touch of something hard and cold in her cunt slit. "What's that?" Sharon gasped, trying to squirm across the desk. Her fingers were forced farther up between her shoulder blades and she grew still so he would stop hurting her.
"It's damn sure not my hot cock." Carl laughed, beginning to shove the thick test tube up his science teacher's furry cunt.
The mouth of Sharon's cunthole was slowly forced open, in spite of its dryness. The skin of her pussy was tugged sharply but finally gave way as the boy added force to the shove.
"Oooooh!" Sharon groaned as the thick test tube was fucked into her.
She felt invaded by the unnatural thing as if some robot had rammed its phony cock clear up her cunthole. The tube was' long enough to reach the deep end of her pussy channel, where it battered hard against the closed end of her womb.
Then it retreated, allowing her cunt walls to close behind it, but it never completely left her cunt lips. Before the tube fell free, it was shoved back in; moving more easily on the faint skim of cunt juice it was stirring.
"Take it out," Sharon moaned. "It's not right to treat your teacher like this."
"That's what teachers are for." The boy laughed sadistically, hammering the test tube in-to her cunt again.
"You're here for us to learn, and I'm learning to fuck a woman with a phony cock!"
Sharon wanted to scream. The tips of her fingers were almost touching the back of her neck when Carl shoved hard. Agony ran through her shoulder and down her arm. For a second, Sharon thought she would pass out, unable to take the pain.
"Enough of that! Bitch teacher!" The boy hissed, yanking the test tube from Sharon's cunt. The pussy lips and cunthole had been greased thoroughly by the friction of the tube churning in her cunt.
His feet shuffled between hers, then her legs were kicked apart. Her ass overhung the edge of the desk, suspending her cunt right at the level of his cock. His hand reached up and ran down her ass crease, pausing briefly to poke a finger at her shithole. Then two fingers shoved roughly up her cunthole.
"Ouch!" Sharon yelled as the fingers spread her cunt open.
His fingertips poked into the sides of her cunt walls causing sparks of pain. But then the fingers were pulled wetly from her cunthole and replaced by his throbbing cockhead.
Sharon grimaced when she felt the hot fuck knob glide down her cunt gash. Never had she been fucked by anyone without giving her consent, but now she was actually being raped. And it wasn't by some man in a dark alley; it was by a student right in the classroom!
His hard cock drilled into her tight cunt, pushing at her cunt walls. Sharon moaned as she felt her cunt parted by a cock big enough to belong to any man. But it was a mere boy who was fucking her, one of her pupils.
"Ah, your cunt is as tight as schoolgirl cunt," Carl moaned, burying his cockhead all the way up his teacher's fuck pit. "You haven't had many pricks stretching that cunthole I"
The swollen cockhead of the boy's prick felt like a small fist hammering into her cunt. She could feel his cock rubbing back and forth along her cunt walls, stirring more cunt cream in its path. Sharon lay with her cheek pressed into the desk, tears running out of her eyes.
"I'm fucking your cunt, Teacher!" Carl cackled, hammering his cock into, her.
He watched the slickened shaft of his cunt fucker sink into her cunt mouth. The ring of muscles at the opening of her cunthole squeezed around the shaft of his prick. Bigger and bigger his fucking cock was swelling. He was about to blast her cunt full of sticky jism so he strengthened his cunt-fucking strokes.
"No," Sharon moaned as she felt the cock swell in her cunt.
His cockhead was like a hammer beating against the closed end of her cunt. Her cunt walls and lips felt fucked raw by the boy's bulging prick. Then the long shaft buried fully within her, and her arm was shoved fiercely up her back. Her fingers scraped the back of her neck as she wailed in pain. In her cunt, scalding male cum rocketed to the end of her pussy.
"Aaaeeeiii!" Sharon screamed.
Her cunt felt as if it was exploding and her arm was in agony. Her whole body shook on top of the desk. Her mind was erupting with sensations as the brutal fucking and the arm-breaking pain drove her wild. Even after the boy's cock had stopped spouting jism and had dropped from her leaking cunt, the young teacher lay flat on her face shaking and crying, wishing she were dead.