"Ohhh," he panted as he sodomized her brutally. "You've got a beautiful tight ass."
The lurid fuck was driving Linda out of her mind. She milked his prick with her ass muscles.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "I love it. Keep screwing your butt."
The determination and drive in his cock stabs had him driving in wild abandon into the tight recesses of her forbidden anus. Reaching around, he let his index finger slip inside of her pussy. Gripping the bud of her clitoris Ken squeezed it as he rhythmically rode into her.
Just as he was about to unload his cum the telephone rang.
"Don't answer," he warned her.
It was too late. Linda picked up the phone and begged for help. It didn't matter. Ken got his rocks off.
As his semen spurted up her asshole she told a friend of hers on the phone what was happening.
Finishing his fuck off, he eased his prick from her butt.
"You shouldn't have done that," he warned her.
She was exhausted now and collapsed on the sofa. However, before he could get out of her apartment, sirens sounded and he knew he had to make a run for it. Slipping into his shorts and putting on his pants quickly, he didn't even bother to tie his shoelaces as he wrapped his shirt and coat around himself and ran.
It was unsuccessful as the officers trapped him.
When Ken called his folks from Juvenile Hall, they were not surprised. They knew that he'd been getting into trouble, but they never knew it was anything as perverse and debasing as sodomizing his teacher.
Ken talked his problems over with a juvenile authority and tried to understand how he'd become involved in this vile syndrome of sex. He recalled vividly the panty fetish that seemed to trigger something within his erotic responses. The counselor made a note of this and also tried to guide him to a new understanding of how to satisfy his sexual needs without resorting to such desperate measures.