Chapter 1
Evelyn Hamilton, was delighted with her position. She had finally fulfilled the last of her credential requirements, and was a teacher. The problem that she never thought she would face, was to listen to students who did not know how to use the parts of speech. The very first day, in her English class she listened to Billy Cooper.
"Billy," she said, "Don't you even know what a dangling part of a syllable is?"
"I don't know what a noun is," Billy laughed.
"Making a display of your ignorance is not funny," she reminded him.
"Well it's better to laugh at it than weep," Billy chuckled.
She looked at him, and realized he needed a lot of homework help.
"I think it would be a good idea for you to stay after school Billy," she told him. "You could stand a little homework help."
That brought a wave of laughter across the classroom. However, the teacher did not look at it as humorous. She was furious, to think that Billy had poised so many problems to her. When he finally stumbled into her room after the school day was over, she looked at him. Billy, was a big boy for his age. He was sixteen, but gave the impression that he could be eighteen.
"Billy," she began, "I'm sorry to have to keep you after school. But it's for your own good."
"I don't mind," he said, "You're a real nice teacher."
"Why thank you, Billy," she smiled at him, "At least you have a good attitude."
"Why shouldn't I?" he said, "A pretty woman is always something that pleases me."
"If you knew how to get your English, as well as you give compliments, you'd be well off, Billy."
"Thank you," he smiled smugly.
It was obvious to her, that Billy, was indeed going to be difficult. Nevertheless, she vowed that she was going to see to it that he did his work, and did it well.
"I guess I was too busy with gang warfare, Miss Hamilton," Billy told her bluntly, "To pay much attention to the parts of speech."
"Gang warfare?" she asked him curiously, "Do they have gangs at this school?"
He looked at her, as if she was a being from out of space.
"Oh what do you think us guys come to school for?" he asked seriously, "You certainly don't think we come here to study, do you?"
"Well I thought maybe a few of you did," she said softly.
"Look," he said, "Who's going to need an education. They're going to blow the world up anyway. We figure, that we might as well have some fun. That's why we try to put the make on these dames, and that's why the pregnancy class is overcrowded."
"Pregnancy Class?" Miss Hamilton asked, unaware that they had such a class.
"Sure," he told her, "That's for the girls who get knocked up."
"Oh," she said, "I think I'm beginning to see a lot of things about this school I never saw before."
"Well you're going to see a lot more before it's over," he said, "I just hope that you aren't one of those teachers who gets in trouble."
"What do you mean trouble?" she demanded.
"Well I mean flunking too many kids," he said, "When that happens, a teacher's life is in danger."
"I see," she said, "The apes rule this planet too. And, the laws of the jungle are the only laws that are respected at this school."
"You might say that," Billy said proudly.
She looked at him, in amazement.
"Maybe I shouldn't bother to help you at all," she said, "If you figure, that the world is going to go up in atomic smoke, then you won't need a vocabulary. All you have to do is grunt, groan, and have sex. That's all that counts anyway. Right Billy?"
It was a painful awakening, for Evelyn Hamilton. She had hoped that her introduction to her teaching career would be far more idealistic than it was. However, she was determined not to let anything get her down.
"Now Billy," she said, "Let's begin with the eight-parts of speech. The first part of speech, is the noun."
"Yes," he said, "Noun."
"Could you define a noun?" she asked him.
"No," he said, "I'll be honest. I don't know what a noun is."
"It's the name of something," she said.
"Like cock," Billy smiled.
"Billy that's no way to talk," Miss Hamilton said angrily.
"Why not?" he said, "If a noun is a name of something, then cock is a noun."
To prove his point, he unzipped his fly, reached in, and pulled out his giant male member.
"You see," he smiled, "Teacher this is a noun."
"That is your penis," she exclaimed angrily, "And you get it back in your pants."
"Well there is nothing wrong with it," he said, "I don't have one of those diseases."
"I'm not interested in the condition of your penis," she said. "But I am interested in your knowledge of grammer."
"Maybe you could help me out here," he said . with a smile, "My penis. has a hard-on. How would you define a hard-on?"
"Billy you are being impossible," she said nervously.
The young man reached for her hand, and placed it on his rock-hard cock.
"Now pull it for me," he said, "Let's see how good you are at sex. Maybe I don't know much about words, teacher, but I know plenty about sex."
His hand went over her hand and he began pumping.
"Let my hand go," she said nervously, wondering if the principal would step in at any moment.
"Ohhh it feels good to me," he smiled, "And it feels good to you too. I can tell. You're getting red."
"I'm afraid," she said.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he smiled, "I locked the doors when I came in."
The teacher turned around, and as she glanced at the front and back door to the classroom, she realized she was trapped.
"Now honey," he smiled, "Let's see how good you are at giving blow jobs."
"What?" she stammered, as his hand reached to the back of her neck and he guided her down over his penis. As her mouth slid over the head of it, she suddenly discovered that she liked it. "Come on," he told her, "Eat it."
She didn't know what to do with it, but Billy was teaching her. In her college days, she had been much too busy for frivolous things like sex. She had always been curious, about what the other girls were doing on their dates. Here curiosity was being satisfied, but at the wrong time and at the wrong place.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "That's beautiful. Keep doing it, honey. Now you're doing it. Up and down, baby."
She slid her mouth up and down, and the pleasure mounted every moment.
"Yesss baby," he told her, "That's what I like. Keep it going, honey. Ohhh yesss, keep it going."
The pleasure mounted every moment.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it."
His slippery penis slid in and out of her mouth, and she was building up a suction at the head of it.
"Ohhh honey," he told her, "You're real good at it. Yesss, you can give good head."
She wasn't quite sure of what the word "head" meant, but she figured it meant do what she was doing.
"Play with the balls," he told her, "That's what I like too. Now you're doing it. Ohhh yes honey, reach down there. Play with them."
The teacher's hand swept down to the young boy's testicles. She began massaging them vigorously, as the pleasure built.
"Ohhh WOW!" he gasped excitedly, "You're really on fire. You've got a hot mouth, honey. Keep doing it."
The sensational pleasure, that he was discovering now was increasing.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes yes!" he panted as the pleasure mounted with every cockstab.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "Ohhhh yes. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes yes!"
The pleasure, seemed as if it would never end. She was enjoying it more every second, as he continued stabbing it. Suddenly, she felt the head of his penis shaft touching the back of her throat. She loved the sensation it created. The sensational enjoyment that she was discovering now, was driving her out of her mind.
"Ohhh sweetheart," he cried, "That's what I want you to do. Keep it up, baby. Now you are doing it. All the way. Gobble it!"
As the sensational cock continued stabbing into her mouth, her lips fastened tighter on it. She was getting prepared for the big explosion. And to her surprise, as she tasted the cum surfacing at its small slit, she was eager for it.
"Ohhh I'm shooting," he cried excitedly, "I made it. Yes, I'm there."
He was indeed. A flood of creamy white cum flashed from her mouth.
"Yesss baby," he told her, "That's what I want. Ohhhh baby, now you're doing me."
She continued pulling with her mouth, as she devoured his juice. He loved the reaction, that he was getting from her. She displayed enthusiasm, and delight.
"Ohhh yes," he moaned as he twisted about on the chair, "yesss teacher. Eat my cock!"
Reaching out, he gripped her head and guided her. Then he slammed her down hard and shot the juice in her face.
"Eat it," he cried eagerly, "Eat it. That's what I like. Eat my cock!"
It seemed as if the pleasure would never end. She was so stimulated and excited now, she was trembling. She swallowed his sperm, and then slid her mouth off his young, vibrant cock. "Well how'd you like that for a lesson in sex?"
He smiled at the teacher.
"Ohhh I shouldn't have done it," she said, "I shouldn't have done it. You forced me."
"I forced you," he smiled, "But you wanted it. And you know it."
He looked at her and laughed.
"By the time you finish telling everybody that story," he said, "Your career will be ruined."
"Damn you Billy Cooper," the teacher explained.
"I guess I've got you where I want you teach haven't I?" he grinned.
"No you haven't," she said, "I'll defy you Billly. I'll make you sorry for what you've done to me."
"How, teacher?" he smiled smugly.
That was a very good question, and she didn't have the answer.
"Well," he smiled, "I'm waiting. Would you tell me if I'm going to be sorry or not?"
She couldn't think of an answer for the young, blackmailing student.
"You think you're pretty clever don't you Billy?" she asked him.
"Don't you think I am?" he smiled at her.
"No Billy," she said, "You're just disgusting. And you're going to live to regret what you've done."
"That's a nice way to put it," he said, "Now when do we get together at your apartment, may-be I'll bring a buddy over with me."
"What are you trying to do have an orgy with me?" she asked disgustedly.
"Not a bad idea," he smiled. "Just imagine what it would be like teacher, to take one in your mouth, and one in your pussy. Doesn't that sound super?"
"It does not," she said angrily, "And I don't like you talking to me that way."
It was becoming obvious to her that she had a problem.
"Either put your name in a scrap of paper," he said, "Or I'll go down and tell the principal that you raped me."
"I raped you, how dare you say such a thing?"
The teacher was glaring at the student, and the student was laughing.
"Don't take it so hard, honey," he said, "It happens all the time at this school. Only, we usually don't go after the teachers. That's old pussy. We prefer the younger chicks. But now and then there comes along a teacher like yourself, someone who's still young and fresh. I think you're a pretty good fuck."
"You certainly have some vocabulary," she said.
"Yes I have," he smiled, "And I could teach you a few words too."
"There wouldn't be any words that you could teach me that I would ever care to use," she assured him.
"Now teacher," she said, "I bet you've never had anybody eat your pussy."
"Billy," she said, as she heard someone at the door, "I will give you my address. And I want you to get out of here."
"Don't forget to put your phone number down too," he said, "Maybe I'll want to phone ahead for a reservation."
When she had finished giving him her address and phone number, he tucked it in his pants.
"Catch you later teach," he said, as he reached down and grabbed at her vagina.
She slapped his hand, but it was no use. He went to the door. Opening it up, the girls' vice-principal stood there aghast.
"Really," she exclaimed, "What are you doing in here with the doors locked?"
"Just getting some homework done," he said.
"Probably terrifying the new teacher," the girls' vice-principal said angrily.
Billy walked out, and the girls' vice-principal walked in.
"I'm Miss Mayberry," she said, "And I just thought I would come and introduce myself. I'm the girls' vice-principal here. Welcome to our school."
"Well I just got a welcome," she said, "I guess
Billy Cooper's on the welcoming committee."
"Billy is a rather difficult boy," she said, "He's involved in that chain gang. We've had such trouble with the chains."
"The chain gang?" she asked.
"Oh surely you've heard of them my dear," she said, "That's the gang, whose special it is to chain the people to death. Last week, there was a story in the papers about it. Don't you remember?"
"Well now that you mention it I do," she said, "Didn't they pick a young kid up for murder?"
"Yes they picked him up," she said angrily, "But the probation department let him out. Imagine that, he's walking free, ready to kill again."
"Well I guess they believe in giving them every chance," the teacher said evenly.
"Yes," she said, "Every chance to go out and kill again. It's pretty sick and disgusting. If we look deeply, we'd probably find this sticky situation. Some worthless lawyer, or some judge who should be impeached."
"What are we going to do about messes like this?" she demanded.
"I don't know," the new teacher replied.
As the girls' vice-principal launched into a drive-tribe, against the evils in society itself she finally focused on the teaching profession.
"It's very important," she told her, "That we teachers do the right thing. There are many temptations, staring us in the face all of the time to do the wrong things. It's imperative that we do not give in to these temptations."
"I read you, honey," she replied.
At this point, she was uptight.
"You know," she said evenly, "A teacher who is as good-looking and young as you are, is actually in a very dangerous position to be teaching here."
"Is that right?" she asked.
"Unfortunately that's the way it is," she said. She went to the door, and looked back at her.
"If I were you," she said, "I would never allow a student to be in a locked classroom with me. You might get more than you bargain for."
"Thank you Miss Mayberry," she said.
"I am just trying to be helpful."
The girls' vice-principal walked out, and the teacher slumped in her chair. She was confused, and tormented. She didn't know what to do. Her career was on the line. A horny young kid, a gang leader no doubt, had figured a way out to get her to have sex with him. She was tortured and tormented, but determined not to let Billy Cooper destroy her career.
She hurried out of the place, as quickly as she could. Then she went down the hall and was met by a math teacher.
"I'm Jim," he smiled. "I guess you're new here."
"My name is Evelyn Hamilton," she told him.
"I know that," he told her, "I always remember the name of a pretty teacher."
"Well thank you, Jim," she said.
"I teach math," he said, "And I guess you're an English teacher."
"Right," she said, "And from what I have observed my first day here, it is a very difficult school."
"Yes it is," he admitted, "You have to make sure the students don't get the best of you. They can be mighty difficult."
"I'm realizing that," she said.
It was obvious to her, that Jim would like to put the make on her.
"Could I take you out to dinner tonight?" he asked her.
For a moment she hesitated. Then she thought 1 about the choice that she had. If she went home, Bifly Cooper would be calling. In a way she was glad that Jim had asked her.
"Well why not ?" she smiled up at him.
"Great," he said, "I know a nice little bar, I where we could go until dinnertime."
"You have it all mapped out for us don't you ?" j she laughed.
"Yes I do," he said, "I believe in having a good !
time. If you don't figure on having some fun, you will be working and not even enjoying your living."
"You're so right," she said.
She followed him in his car, as she drove down the freeway to the bar where he was taking her. He was a rather dangerous driver, and she didn't enjoy following. He was forever, going too fast. When he finally pulled off the freeway, she was glad. Going to the bar was a relief to her. It was getting her away from her troubles. After the first drink, Jim asked her, "Where are you from?"
"Athens," she smiled.
"So you're Greek," he asked her.
"No," she smiled, "I'm a Michigander. I'm from Athens, Michigan."
"Oh I see," he said, "Not quite as colorful."
"Now don't knock Athens, Michigan," she said, "It's a charming little town."
"Yes I'm sure it is," he gulped.
"You know," he smiled at her, "I can't help wonder, why a beautiful dame like you would want to teach. And especially, at this school."
"I appreciate your compliments Jim," she said, "I'm sure however that it has something to do with the liquor, and you probably are feeling like some sex. But it won't work. Thanks anyway."
"Now," Jim laughed, "Don't act that way. I'm sure that you turn a lot of men on, and you have a lot of men make a play for you. But I was just speaking, from the standpoint of a person who appreciates a beautiful woman. Nothing more, nothing less."
"I'm sure," she smiled at him.
As he continued talking, she realized more and more what a problem she faced.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "Let's order dinner now. And then, we can go over to my place."
"You're taking an awful lot for granted aren't you Jim?" she asked him.
"Am I?" he smiled at her.
"I would say that you were," she said.
Jim has a very confident manner about him, a certain bravado that she liked. Yet, his ego was disturbing. She could see that he expected the woman to do just as he said.
"Jim baby," she said, "Would it come as a great jolt to your ego, if I told you that I don't find you fascinating enough to have sex with."
"Now baby," he said, "You realize I don't believe that. That's your defense mechanism. You are so hot for me, that you can't admit it to yourself."
"Yes," she laughed, "I believe you." She was laughing now, as she thought about the fact that she hadn't been in the school but one day and a student, and a fellow teacher were putting the make on her.
"What are you laughing at?" he demanded.
"You, Jim," she said.
"Am I funny?" he laughed.
"You're a riot baby," she said, "You just don't realize how much of a riot. As a matter of fact, Jim, you are a very appealing man. It's just that I don't believe in sex for sex's sake."
"Now that's where I have to disagree with you," he said as the food was served.
"Let's not argue during dinner," she insisted.
Jim didn't bring out one word, that could involve them in an argument until they had finished eating. Then he suggested one more drink. When they were sipping that drink, Jim's hand reached down to feel of her thighs and his leg pressed against her leg.
"What are you doing, Jim?" she said.
"What do you think baby?" he laughed.
"Put your hand back on your own leg," she said, "If you want to feel of a leg, feel of your own, not mine."
"Now don't be difficult, baby," he said, "You know you want me as much as I want you."
"What?" she stammered.
"Yes," he told her, "You've been fighting it all night."
"Well that's news to me," she informed him flatly.
"It's good news too isn't it, baby?" he chuckled. Finally when he became so insistent she smiled at him.
"Well what do you expect?" she demanded.
"You don't have to do anything," he said, "Just go to my place for a few drinks."
"You expect me to believe that?" she asked.
"No," he laughed, "But I was hoping you'd fall for it."
"Alright," she said, "I'll take you up on it."
It was becoming perfectly obvious to her, that he was indeed eager for some kind of action. She was just as curious to find out what he wanted, as he was to have sex with her.
"I just can't stay long," she told him, "I have to get up to go to school in the morning."
"Well I won't interfere with that," he assured her.
"Well you couldn't," she said, "Because I have too many things I must do."
As she spoke with him, she had a remarkable feeling of self-satisfaction. She was happy, that she was so popular. And the liquor, having dulled her senses and given her uninhibited desires free reign, made it possible for her to join him. When she was in her apartment, she nevertheless wondered if she had made the right decision. He began undressing immediately.
"You don't waste time do you Jim?" she asked him.
"Why no," he said, "You said that you had to get to school early tomorrow ¦ morning."
"Aren't you taking an awful lot for granted ?" Evelyn said.
"Am I?" he smiled smugly.
As she saw him slipping out of his shorts, she looked at his enormous penis. It fascinated her, to see its purple crown.
"Now how would you like to get your mouth on this?" he smiled.
"I don't know whether I care to or not," she said, enjoying teasing him.
"Baby, you'd be missing a really super load."
"You have a pretty good opinion of yourself, Jim," she said, "I wonder if it's all talk."
"Well baby, when I shoot it to you, you'll know it's not talk it's cream. It's thick, and it tastes mighty good."
She figured that she might as well undress. The liquor, was still taking affect. As she eased out of her clothes, he caught sight of her bare bosoms.
"You're made nicely," he said, "Firm and round. They don't sag."
"You notice everything don't you Jim?" she said.
"When it comes to the female anatomy yes," he smiled. "I guess it's mother nature. Instinct, you know."
"Yes I know," she said, "I have been around enough, to know how you men look at the woman."
As she slid out of her moist panties, he saw her crotch appear.
"Oh what a gorgeous pussy you've got," he smiled at her, "Honey that is beautiful."
"Yes it is," she said.
He became so eager for action with her, that he suggested quietly, "Maybe I should eat your pussy first, to get this show on the road.
"You can if you want to honey," she assured him.
As he looked at her, he became more and more excited.
"Ohhh baby," he smiled, "What a gorgeous box you've got."
Going over to her, he dropped to his knees.
She suddenly felt as if she were being worshipped. She loved this feeling, and she didn't hesitate to tell him so.
"Ohhh this is great," she said, "I love it, when you're on your knees in front of it."
His hands gripped her buttocks. And then he pulled her tighter to him.
"Slip it to me," she told him.
He did as she commanded it. His hot tongue slid inside of her.
"Oh I like that," she exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, baby, that's beautiful."
The pleasure that she was experiencing now, was enormous.
"Ohhh stab it in there, baby," she told him. "Ohhh I like your hot tongue in there. Lick it lover. Lick it."
He pumped his tongue into her, at a good pace. She loved the sensations, his hot, thrusting tongue was generating within her body.
"Eat it," she begged, "Eat my pussy. Nibble my love button."
His teeth bore down on her clit. Then she suddenly juiced. Reaching down, she gripped his head and held him in place.
"Ohhh Jim baby," she said, "What a tongue man. Eat it. Lick it. Lap it up."
He was enjoying waves of sexual ecstacy now, as the pleasure almost overpowered her.
"Ohhh Jim," she cried excitedly, "Love my pussy. Lick it. Love it."
It seemed as if the sensations would never end. She was out of her mind with pleasure and delight.
"Ohhh sweetheart," she sighed ecstatically, "You don't know what you've done to me."
Jim continued licking her there, until he had completely devoured her.
"Ohhh lover," she gasped, "That was beauti-ful."
He flicked his tongue, in the air when he withdrew it. ¦
"If they gave awards for pussy eating, you'd win one, Jim."
"Now that's a nice compliment," he told her.
When he got to his feet, she caught sight of his enormous penis. However, the liquor wasn't dulling her senses at this point and she found it next to impossible to think of going down on him.
"Anything wrong honey?" he said, observing her change of mood.
"If I could have a drink," she said, "Everything would be alright."
"Yeah baby," he told her.
He went over, to his bar and asked her what she wanted.
"Vodka," she said, "I'm a vodka girl."
Once she had some booze in her, she relaxed.
"Jim," she said, "Do you get acquainted with all of the new teachers this way?"
"I wouldn't slip my tongue in hardly any of them," he said. "It's got to be a gorgeous woman, to want to eat her."
"Thank you dear," she said, "I think you mean it."
"I sure do, honey," he told her, "I would never get intimate, with a woman who wasn't clean and beautiful. And baby, you are both."
"But sweetheart," he asked her, "I wanna love you. But let's relax first. I suppose you want a complete love making."
"Yes I do," he admitted.
"How much do you expect?" she asked.
"Everything," he told her.
"Another words," she said, "You expect me to use my tongue on you."
"I would like you to eat my asshole," he told her.
"What if I don't care to?" she said. "Oh I'll settle for your licking my asscheeks," he told her.
"Why is it you get such a charge out of that?" she asked as she went on drinking.
"How do I know?" he said, "Why does the sun rise? Why does the moon shine at night? I don't know any of those things. All I know, is that they exist. When I have a woman, who is beautiful like you who'll lick my ass, I get excited and stimulated."
"Well I guess that makes sense," she said, "For the life of me I couldn't tell why it turns me on so much when you stab me with your tongue. But it does."
"More than with my cock?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, "It's a more intimate connection. I go wild when I feel that slippery tongue sliding in there."
"Well I'm glad to know that," he told her, "Because I get just as turned on with you, baby."
As Jim sat beside her, he reached over and put her hand on his penis.
"Why don't you stroke it, and watch the balls swell."
She began stroking it, and he got more and more excited.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "I want to tell you something. A girl like you, with a beautiful mouth is about the most stimulating thing there is. And when you know she'll go down on you, and lick your balls, and play with your cock, eat ass, it drives any man wild. A lot of men would never say it, but that's what they want. I'm different. I'm not afraid to say what I want."
"I see you're not," she told him.
Jim admitted something to her, that surprised her.
"Sometimes," he admitted, "I see young chicks I'd like to have sex with. It's all I can do to control myself. They're so beautifully put together, and they act like they want it. But I have to say no."
"Well I'm glad you say no, honey," she told him, "Because you'd be awful sorry if you said yes."
"That's the truth," he said, "I would be sorry. Because, I would lose everything. I'd destroy myself. And all for some sex kicks."
"I'm glad you've never been so foolish as to experiment with the girls in your classrooms," she told him.
"Yes," he said, "Not yet."
As he said that, and she went on pumping his huge cock she wondered if she would be able to control herself. Her fears were welling within her now, and it was all she could do not to mention her own secret sin.
"Did you ever get turned on with any of the kids?" he asked her.
"Oh of course not," she said, "What a revolting thought."
"You'd be surprised how many do get turned on," he laughed. "There was a woman teacner last year, who got fired because of it. She went to an orgy. She had three young men having sex with her. She was eating one, while another was stabbing it into her mound, and the third was giving it to her up the asshole."
"I can't imagine any teacher stooping to such a thing," she said.
"Well I wouldn't be adverse, to having three gorgeous young chicks, have me," he admitted.
"It might feel good," she admitted, "But think of what it would cost you."
"Well that's true," he admitted, "It's a rather high price to pay for a few minutes of fucking
"Considering the years it took you to get where you are it definitely is," she said emphatically 7 "But it's funny," he said, "How a man will throw his life away, in a minute."