Chapter 1
Robin Cane stood on the third step of the fire escape, staring down through the slit of the partially opened window at the boy standing before the urinal, his small, soft cock held in the fingers of his right hand to direct his stream of urine into the bowl. A quick glance at the parking lot below assured her that all the other teachers had left, and no one was in sight. Setting her briefcase on the step, she sat down and leaned closer, her tongue laving her lips as she peered intently at the choice little morsel of pale-white cockflesh. Robin could see only his blue jeans and the yellow T-shirt, but she could visualize the thin, tanned face and the curly blond hair of the shy twelve-year-old boy, Clarence Riggs, one of three boys whom she had noticed particularly in her first class at Roosevelt Junior High. She had a "thing" about shy little boys, a "thing" that had more than once put her in bad trouble.
Robin knew that she should turn away from this tempting sight and flee, but she could not move. Her hand cupped her small breast as she noted the boy's fingers manipulate his soft cockflesh in a slow, teasing rhythm. His cock began to swell, the pink glans forcing its way past the bunched foreskin to emerge as a satiny bulb that made her mouth water. 'He's not circumcised,' she thought gleefully. 'How Id love to eat him up!' The iron bars of the stair-tread bit into the tender flesh of her buttocks. Spreading her legs and shifting her weight, she slid her hand between her thighs and massaged her nylon-clad pussy in rhythm with the boy's strokes. His hand was full of cock now, hard and swollen, and angling up as he leaned back to beat it with short, savage strokes. Robin's tits ached with swirling delight and her belly and loins surged with the rising tide of rapturous orgasm as she pounded her throbbing clitoris. Hungrily, she watched his cock spurt its wasted ejaculation into the urinal while her own cum burst in a flood of joyous relief in the constricting band of her nylon panties.
Robin mounted the fire escape and hurried along the second floor corridor, then slowly descended the stairway to the front entrance. Standing in the doorway, Robin glanced back to see Clarence emerge from the boys' toilet and start for the front entrance. She turned her back to stare out into the brilliant midday sunshine, tossing her long black hair over her shoulders.
"Hello!" Clarence said. "Sure is hot!"
"You startled me," Robin replied, facing him. "I thought everybody had gone." Her blue eyes lighted with friendliness. "Why, Clarence Riggs! You must like school. How come you're still here?"
"I... I... " His soft gray eyes settled for an instant on Robin's breasts, then slid away. "I'm going to meet Skinny Wills and the boys at the swimmin' hole, Miss... "
"Cane," Robin said, "Robin Cane. That's the first thing you should learn, Clarence, if you're going to get along with your new teacher. Come on, and I'll give you a lift."
"It ain't far, thanks, Miss Cane." Clarence blushed and started to walk away.
"Wait! I know where the swimming hole is, Clarence, and it's near my home. Here, take my briefcase. My car's parked around in back." As Clarence joined her with reluctance, Robin cast a furtive glance at him. He was a handsome boy, with tanned arms and face, and a rhythmic graceful stride.
"I never heard the name before, Robin, I mean." He glanced at her petite, well-formed figure and her slender legs. "But it sure fits." His face lighted with a shy smile. "You're kinda like a... small bird."
"Thanks, Clarence, that's real nice of you. What do your friends call you?"
"Bud," he replied, "I hate the name Clarence."
"May I call you Bud?"
"I wish you would."
"Here we are, Bud," Robin said as they rounded the corner.
Bud stopped short, staring at the pale-blue car parked near the foot of the fire escape. "This new Pinto yours?"
"Yes, Bud." She opened the door for him. "Ever ridden in one?"
"No." He slid into the bucket seat, inhaling the scent of the upholstery. "Gees! It's... really something!"
Robin slammed the door, and walked slowly around the car, her mind busy with a plan of seduction. She would have to be careful. Some of these shy boys were self-righteous little rascals who could be troublesome. She settled into the driver's seat, and took the keys from her purse. Looking up at the fire escape, she chuckled.
"I almost came down that thing, Bud. I thought I would avoid walking in the sun."
She put the key in the ignition, then turned to stare directly at him.
"Good thing I didn't. I was afraid someone would see me and think I was peeking into the little boys' room."
She watched the color flame in his face, then turned the key. Letting the motor idle for a few moments, she noted the sweat beaded on his forehead, and the perspiration drip from his chin. In a fantasy of delight, she imagined her tongue licking his navel, savoring the doughy taste of his young belly flesh, sensing the subtle change in odor as her nose moved into his thin patch of pubic hair and nuzzled the moist skin of his inner thighs where his balls nestled.
"I told Skinny I'd... "
"Right, Bud! I always let the motor warm up before I drive. Sure is a lovely day to swim. Would you mind if I... " She put the car in gear and backed away from the wall.
"If you joined us, you mean?" Bud asked, an incredulous look on his face. "We swim in the nude!"
Robin laughed. "Now that would hardly be right for a young teacher to do the first day she started teaching, would it?" She said nothing more until she drove out of the parking lot onto the street. "I started to ask if you'd mind if I stopped at my house for a minute, Bud."
"Oh! No, not if you don't take long."
"I'd like a Coke. I'm dying of thirst. How about you, Bud?"
"Yeah, sure! I can't stay... Skinny'll... "
"That's our house on the next corner. I'll have you at the old swimming hole quicker than if you'd walked, Bud." Robin turned into the driveway, and shut off the motor.
"I'll wait here," Bud said.
"Silly! Come in. Nobody's going to bite you." Robin swung her door open, and put her left foot on the concrete, exposing most of her thigh. Bud glanced at her leg, blushed, then turned his gaze away. He made no move to open his door. "Buddy! Come on. Bring my briefcase." She got out and slammed her door.
"Suppose... " Bud opened his door and stood looking at her over the top of the car. "... your husband... " Robin roared. "You think all teachers are married? I live here with my mom and dad... and a young brother." She was about to add that they were not at home, but she choked the words off. Bud followed her into the spacious home, gaping at the large entrance hall and the well-furnished living room.
"Gees!" he whispered in awe, "you got a nice place."
"I'll show you the rest of the house," Robin said, taking his arm. "Mom and dad left yesterday afternoon to drive Tommy to boarding school. They're going up to San Francisco for a couple of weeks, so I'm all alone, Bud." He twisted his arm to get away from her, his eyes widening with apprehension. "My bedroom's at the front of this hallway." Robin put a hand lightly on his hip, urging him forward.
"Yeah!" he muttered, jumping as if she had touched him with an electric prod.
Robin shivered with excitement, reaching out her hand to caress his slim buttocks but stepped back quickly lest she frighten him off. "Drop my briefcase on the floor, Bud," she said, staying a few feet from him. "This is my brother's room." Robin paused for a moment, gesturing into the next room.
"His name is Tommy? How old is he, Miss Cane?"
"Fourteen." Robin looked into the boy's thin, tanned face, trying to conceal the tremulous excitement sweeping through her. "You remind me of him, Bud. I'm very fond of my brother."
"Yeah, I bet!" he said, watching her warily.
"And this is the guest room," Robin remarked lightly in an attempt to ease the sudden tension between them. "And that's Mom and Dad's room at the end." She led him into the kitchen. "Cokes coming up, Bud."
"Gees! Four bedrooms!" Bud exclaimed.
"And three baths," Robin said, reaching into the refrigerator for two Cokes. "Tommy and I share a bath."
"You should see the dump we live in," he muttered, accepting an opened Coke from her.
"Let's go out in the back, Bud," Robin suggested, opening the kitchen door.
"You got a swimming pool!" Bud stepped past her as she held the screen door open for him, flinching as his arm brushed her breast.
"How would you like to swim here, Bud?" Robin followed him out, and motioned him to a lounge chair on the sunlit patio.
Her eyes fastened on his crotch and the slight bulge of his genitals tightly bunched by the tight fit of his jeans. Saliva welled in her mouth as she recalled the sight of his hard cock spewing his wasted jism into the urinal.
"No!" Bud remained standing. A flush of color spread across his face as he put his Coke to his lips. He gulped a drink, and choked on it.
"Turn around," Robin cried, stepping forward to slap his back. "I'm all right," he spluttered, bending over to dribble the Coke from his mouth. "I really have to go, Miss Cane, really."
"All right, Bud!" Robin said, moving away from him. Although the lust for boyish cockflesh was driving her wild, she managed to control herself. "Drink your Coke and I'll drive you over to the swimming hole." She raised her Coke to her lips, looking over his shoulder lest she lose her cool. 'I must have him,' she thought, 'and I'll get to him later - but right now... She shook her head. "Ready?"
In the car, Robin slid forward on the seat to force the hem of her minidress high on her bare thighs. Without looking at him, she knew Bud was staring at her legs. "Have you ever done yard work, Bud?" she asked as she started the motor.
"Sure. I cut the grass for several of the neighbors."
"Our grass needs cutting. Tommy didn't cut it last week, and Dad was too busy." She backed the car into the street, casting a quick side glance at his crotch as she did so. Beneath the jeans covering his left thigh she could detect a lively swelling. "We pay five dollars to have the grass cut when Tommy can't do it. Maybe you could come by tomorrow afternoon, Bud."
"Five bucks! Gees!" He whistled. "I could sure use five bucks!" He was still rubbing his hands together as Robin pulled off the main road at the edge of town.
"Isn't the swimming hole up this dirt road about a mile, Bud?" she asked.
"Yeah! Up by those trees on the right. Five bucks! Man!"
Robin stopped at the edge of the road beside a path that led through a growth of large eucalypti. "When you find the time, Bud, stop by. Have fun. Be careful! " The boy got out of the car, his eyes sweeping over her exposed thighs. "Thanks, Miss Cane," he mumbled. "I'll be careful, you bet."
She watched him run down the path and disappear into the woods, then put the car in gear.
Robin knew the area well. A few hundred yards down the road stood an abandoned farmhouse hidden from view by tall bushes and a scraggly growth of pines. She turned into the narrow lane overgrown with weeds and drove her car around to the back of the unpainted two-story house. Locking the doors, she made her way through dense underbrush that tore at her dress. The shouts of boys at play grew louder. Robin crouched as she neared the pond, moving stealthily, until she found the small grassy spot in which she and Tommy had played three or four times within the past two months.
Sinking into the trampled grass, she peered through the thick underbrush at the boys diving and swimming in the pond a hundred feet or so beyond her. She counted five of them, three of whom were no more than ten years old, their naked, hairless bodies, and tiny genitals glistening in the warm sunlight. The other two boys were about twelve. She gasped as she recognized Clarence. His cock was large, fringed with a fine growth of blond hair, and his scrotal sac shriveled up under the base of his dangling penis. The other boy was probably "Skinny", she thought, as her gaze swept over his slender frame.
"Turn around!" she whispered, "I want to see what you've got!" As if he had heard her whispered plea, the boy climbed up on a rock, and turned to face in her direction. His ribs showed in a bony cage, his legs, thin and scrawny, rising to a shriveled clump of genitals surrounded by a black bush of pubic hair. He turned and dove into the water. Robin felt the saliva rise in her mouth, drooling at the sight of tender cockflesh. With difficulty she restrained an impulse to rush out and join them. Getting to her knees, she slipped out of her dress, and pulled her panties off, then lay down, her belly on the warm, dry grass. Her chin on her hands, Robin watched the boys at play, slapping bare asses, pushing one another into the water, wrestling on shore while their boyish genitals swung like tantalizing, unripe fruit. She licked her lips, remembering...
Remembering her first taste of a boy's penis... her brother Tommy's tiny baby-prick! She had been four years old when Mom and Dad brought him home from the hospital, a chunky little bundle of warm human flesh with a queer little thing sticking out from his belly instead of a tiny open crack like hers. She had watched her mother bathe him several times, her eyes fastened on the strange little appendage.
"What's that, Mom?" she had asked.
Her mother had laughed.
"That's his pee-pee stick, Robin."
Robin had cried. "Why don't I have one of those, Mommy?"
Mom had patted her head. "You're a little girl, baby. Little boys have pee-pee sticks, and little girls have pee-pee holes."
For weeks, Robin recalled, she had made it a point to be present every time her mother bathed her little brother, awaiting a chance to touch his "pee-pee stick" when her mother wasn't looking. Tommy was several months old before she had her first chance to do so. After bathing the infant, mother had lain him on the bed in her room, and folded the diaper, then slid it under his backside. Standing beside her mother, Robin was startled to see his "pee-pee stick" rise and propel a stream of urine up into her mother's face. Mom laughed.
"You little devil, Tommy!" she cried. Turning to Robin, she said, "Hold him while I get another diaper from the kitchen. Don't let him roll off the bed, Robin."
As her mother left the room, Robin leaned over, blew on the baby's bare tummy, and slid her face down to his little nubbin. "Mmm!" she murmured, brushing her lips across it. The infant gurgled happily. Robin sniffed at it, kissed it, then opened her mouth to suck in the tiny, fleshy finger. Tommy squealed with delight. The strange, doughy taste had appealed to her, and the baby's obvious pleasure excited her. Seldom alone with her baby brother, Robin sought other little boys of her own age, enticing them into closets and other hidden-away places where she could satisfy her craving for sucking tasty, little-boyish cocks.
"Hey, Skinny!" a boy called out, "watch!"
Robin raised her head to look. One of the younger boys stood on the rock, his cock in his hand.
"So?" Skinny stood up.
"Bet I can piss farther than you."
"Shit!" Skinny grunted. He turned to face the younger boy. "You piss at me. I'll piss at you. See who gets a shower."
"Wait!" Bud leaped to his feet. "Let's have a piss-fight. Skinny and me'll stand the three of you."
While they lined up about five feet apart, each holding his cock like a fire hose, Robin thrust her fist between her thighs and turned her thumb so that the base of it pressed against her clitoris. She began to fuck the second knuckle slowly while she gazed from one to the other of the boys' pricks, recalling the numerous times she had encouraged small boys to piss on her breasts and belly.
"Ready! Piss!" Skinny cried. Streams of urine sprayed across the intervening space between the boys, meeting occasionally in the middle to splash on the ground, while others met their mark. The boys screamed happily, several of them tumbling into the water.
Robin fucked on, her ass swinging in a faster rhythm, her hard thumb now soaked with her oozing juices. She remembered the first time she had sucked a boy to a thrilling ejaculation, a blond boy very much like Bud. She was eleven years old, a bright and ambitious student who had skipped three years of grammar school. In her first year in high school, she had taken a stroll with a fourteen-year-old boy. They had found a secluded place in the woods, had stripped, and tried to make love. Robin was a virgin, anxious to take a hard prick into her vagina, but she was a small girl with a hole too tiny for the boy's oversized cock.
"Shit!" the boy had growled, "how the hell am I gonna get my nuts off?"
Robin had shown him. She could taste even now, the delicious cum he had blasted into her sucking mouth. And could recall her own orgasmic explosion rocketing through her body as it was racking her loins now with rapturous delight.
"I gotta go," Bud was saying. "My mom's waiting for me."
Robin rose to her knees, and wiped her sopping cuntal slit with her panties. Slipping her dress over her head, she rose, and retreated in a crouch, not standing up until she had reached the cover of the bushes near the old house. At home, she drove the car into the garage, closed the door, and went into the house.
Visions of boys' hard little cocks danced in her head like tasty sugar plums as she sniffed at her wet panties and tossed them into the hamper. She slipped out of her dress, tossed it aside, and stared at her naked figure in the mirrored wall of the bathroom. Dry grass was tangled in her pussy hair. Her belly was black with dirt. Even her tits were blackened with raw earth. She brushed the flat plane of her belly, and the mounds of her small, perfectly formed breasts. Fingering the grass out of her pussy hair, she caressed the slimy lips of her cunt.
"Mmm!" she whispered hoarsely, as she brought her gummy fingers to her lips, "I want cock to eat... a boy's sweet-tasting, luscious, jism-filled cock! I must have it! I must!"