And then… then suddenly Miriam gasped with her delirious excitement as she could feel his boyish young cock begin to flex and pulse deep up inside her greedily sucking cunt, its hard rubbery tip flaring out inside her belly until she thought she would scream with delight. Her hands grasped harder into his smooth hairless buttocks so she could pull him tightly closer into her expectant thighs, and she ground up against him as her own long-frustrated climax began with a force of a sensual tidal wave.
"Yes, Markkk… Oh, yes, cum… Cum into Mommy's cunt! Cumm!" She undulated beneath the young student's hardness, thrusting her yearning, lust-squirming pussy up and down over his burrowing, expanding, virile penis. "Oh, God, I'm there! Ahhhhh…!"
She squealed with rapturous delight, her flesh trembling all over, and the dark-haired youth paused for a single moment, astounded by the older woman's wildly spasming convulsions beneath him. But then he felt his own body lose control of his newly discovered passions, and frantically he heaved his pelvis down against her again and again with his furious need for sexual release.
"Ohhh, Mrs. Dodge!" he cried out in a high-pitched yell. His warm, creamy young semen suddenly erupted from the pulsing blunt head of his cock and spewed deep up into her wide-stretched pussy, swirling deliciously together with the juices of her own insanely spiraling orgasm. "Ohhhhh, teacher! I… I'm cumming, tooooo!"
Miriam's mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt his boiling virile liquid squirt out from his adolescent penis like a never-ending stream of lava. The starving walls of her pussy clenched and unclenched spasmodically around his ejaculating hardness, desperately milking it of all his warm, wet, whiteness. His fresh young cum filled her insatiable cunt and the combining fluids of their releases overflowed around her wetly drenched vaginal lips, trickling down between the soft, passion-tensed valley of her undulating buttocks. Until at last, Roger Trenton's naked son fell exhaustedly across her body while her throbbing vaginal walls squeezed their last quick spasms around his rapidly deflating cock.
Miriam too lay dazed, quivering stillness, her legs collapsed on either side of the gasping youth's flesh and her thighs and buttocks limply resting in the excess of hot wet liquids which had so completely filled her belly a moment before. But although her body lay drained of all its energy, she could sense that her mind was beginning to return to reality and that the expected aftermath of shame and disgust was slowly filtering into her slowly awakening mind.
Miserably she lay sprawled out in her lewd spread position beneath the boy, watching with sickened self-loathing as his eyes flashed in caressing fascination over her nakedness. Then, before she could turn away, Mark Trenton threw himself down upon her, kissing her face and cheeks with childlike desperation, and she was able to feel the warm salty wetness of his tears as he cried softly against her breasts.
"Ohhh, Mrs. Dodge," she heard him blurt out chokingly. "Oh, I wish you were really my mommy! Oh, I'm so glad I fucked you! Don't be mad at me for telling you that. Please, Mrs. Dodge."
"God, oh God," Miriam whimpered, clutching his delicious young body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. "No, Mark, baby… I'm not mad. I could never be angry with you…"
The impossible situation of forbidden love and lewd desire clawed at her brain until she thought it would tear her apart. The hatred for herself for having taken this innocent young boy's natural loneliness and perverting it to satisfy her own degenerate needs loomed more ugly now than ever in her mind. God, what a depraved and corrupt woman she had become!
CHAPTER THREE
The late afternoon cast shadows into Miriam Dodge's living-room, stretching darkness across the worried English teacher as she sat slumped in an overstuffed easy chair. She gazed with sightless eyes out of the open side window, blankly staring at the same grassy field she had been able to see earlier from her bedroom. Now the park was empty, the teenage footballers having left for their homes and Sunday dinner. Just as well, she haplessly thought; she doubted she could stand the sight of any more virile young boys frolicking innocently around…
Idly she took the glass of vodka from the table beside her and sipped it, feeling the hot alcohol burning all the way down to fill her empty stomach. She had been nipping at the soothing liquor ever since Mark had left and she'd risen naked and trembling from her wettened, rumpled bed.
Miriam's first wild emotion had been to purge herself of the boy's warm wet semen which had glistened whitely on the soft blonde curls and pink wet lips of her vagina. But turning from the lewd sight of her semen-soiled sheets, she had faced the open bathroom door and been gripped by an almost insane sense of revulsion. To have stepped into the shower stall again or even to have douched in that bathroom would have been a mocking reminder of where she had finally surrendered to her lewd perversion. As unclean as she'd felt, she had hurriedly dressed in a short, pleated skirt of navy blue and matching thin pullover, wanting nothing more urgently than to cover her betraying naked flesh. Her second reaction had been to rush into the kitchen and open an upper cabinet to reach for the still sealed bottle of vodka…
The tormented woman felt a little ashamed at the way she'd been drinking, but she couldn't help being grateful for the faint lightheadedness that swirled through her blood and eased the torture that was paralyzing her brain. The hours she's spent catching up on her housework had helped as well, but everything was clean now and she had no more to do to keep her mind off her misery. Even her ravaged bed had been changed, though just the feel of the sheets in her fingers had sent queasy despair rippling through her.
Now, alone with nothing but her own morbid thoughts to occupy her time, Miriam was afraid she would go crazy. She lifted the glass and took a deep swallow, choking to hold down the burning liquor. Her repugnance toward her depraved seduction of Roger Trenton's son was worse than she had feared, for that was exactly what it had been – a lewd, seductive rape. He had run frightened and confused from the house once she'd allowed him to dress, and there was no telling what he might do once out of her sight. She'd warned him not to say a word, but a child of his age had so little control. A horrible nightmare welled up in her mind as Miriam envisioned the boy bragging to his friends how he'd fucked his English teacher, and what would happen to her once everybody in Logansville knew she was a child molester. Or would Mark confess to his father out of shame and bewilderment? The mere idea of what Roger might do then made her take another mouthful of the strong alcohol.
Little Mark's cum is still lying pooled in my belly, too, she moaned in helpless dejection. His virile sperm was the ultimate souvenir of how quickly the cherished promise had crumbled completely before her monstrous desires. She refilled her glass from the nearby bottle while images of Mark Trenton charged heavily through her head, his young black-haired handsomeness immediately stimulating her even as she cursed her animal-like cravings. Needfully, Miriam drained the last of the bottle into her glass; but as she drank, she became aware that she had consumed almost a fifth of straight vodka on an empty stomach. She was, she realized dizzily, becoming increasingly drunk. And, oh God, every sip she took seemed to incite her internal hungers more!