Joan's body began to vibrate uncontrollably, and in the same instant she could feel her insides splitting painfully apart as the head of the boy's deeply sunk cock flared into a throbbing volcano. She could feel the hot white liquid of his fresh young sperm shoot out inside her like streams of molten lava. The wildly milking flesh of her cunt clasped tightly around it, erupting in answer and secreting its own orgasmic juices to mingle hotly with the boyish seed that was already drowning the cavern of her love-starved quivering passage.
It was sending her out of her mind! "Oh fill me, lover boy! Fill me up!" she cried incoherently. God, she never wanted to stop! Not ever!
She reached frantically around under her lewdly squirming hips with both her hands and began to desperately milk at the youthful testicles pressed into the crevice of her buttocks. Her legs kicked out and quivered uselessly in the air on either side of the bed. The slim, young penis continued to jerk its completion, and white wet cum flowed from her throbbing cuntal hole and down over the boy's impaling cock with sticky warmth. The trickles of their climactic fluids washed down between the crevice of her globular buttocks and over his small, firm testicles that were pulsing against her tightly puckering anus, and soaked into the soft coverlet of the bed below. The hot walls of her spasming pussy sucked at his pulsating penis hungrily, until the boyish hardness at last gave one final spurt and the last drop of semen was sucked from his empty balls.
The teenager collapsed across his teacher's naked body then, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating cock. They both lay still, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seemingly forever, though it actually was only a few minutes. And then the boy rolled off her sweat-soaked flesh, noticing her breasts still heaved from the effort of their orgasms. He wanted to say something to make it nice but there was nothing he could think of. They presented a vivid picture of youth and age and were really worlds apart, the only equalizer between them now was laying limp and small between his thighs.
Joan stared up at the ceiling through dulled, waxen eyes, feeling her flesh beaten, bruised, and thoroughly satiated. Well, she'd been fucked, and fucked damned good. Her pubic area was throbbing with a dull, continuous ache and her flesh was trembling from the sensations which had risen to overwhelm her. Yet even though a sated euphoria glowed within her, the tremendous passions of only moments before began to slowly fade away, and her mind gradually returned to sanity. A wave of guilt poured through her, along with temporarily forgotten pangs of remorse and self-loathing. With deep humiliation she had to admit just who she was and whose virile young penis had so recently been inside the still gently throbbing lips of her vagina. She began to feel a deep despair, a mental anguish born of a new resolve that what she'd allowed to happen must never, never take place again, and a wretched fear that perhaps it was already too late, and her momentary weakness will prove to have been the beginning of her ruination in Montock…
"Gee, I sure like fucking you, Miss Frazer," the Conroy boy finally said in a cheerful, exuberant voice. "Best fuck I ever had!"
"What?" Joan said coldly. God! To him, she'd been nothing but a good fuck, while he could very well ruin the rest of her life!
"I… I just meant to say thank you," he stammered, stung by his teacher's inexplicable change in tone of voice. "I… I hope we can do it again."
Joan placed the arm of one hand over her forehead, moving her head to the obscene sight of her youthful lover's naked body and eager eyes. "I think you'd better go now, Wayne," she told him in a flat, even voice. "Hurry up and get dressed and leave here at once."
"Well, sure, Miss Frazer," the boy responded, hurriedly clutching his scattered clothing. "But gosh, I don't understand. I thought you liked me a lot! I thought that's why you let me fuck you."
"It should never have happened, Wayne," she said forcefully. "I thought… well, I don't know what I thought, but it was a mistake." She was afraid that if she should try to explain further, her own body would begin to betray her again. "Please, just leave me alone, will you?"
"D-Didn't you l-like it, Miss Frazer?" he asked fearfully. His vulnerable adolescent ego, already on the defensive because of their differences in age, wilted at the humiliation of knowing he'd done his damnedest and it hadn't been enough. "Didn't I make you happy?"
Joan saw the anguish in the handsome youth's expression and she immediately felt sorry for him. It certainly had not been his fault that had landed her naked in this predicament; she had raped him and it genuinely had been just that: rape! But to tell him that he was the beautiful lover he'd actually proven to be for her would only encourage him to try again! She had a sinking feeling inside that if he should try, she would probably have no more chance of stopping him than she had had resisting her own lurid impulses!
Averting her gaze from the anxious look in his eyes, she slowly sighed, hating herself more than ever. "It's… not that, Wayne. You were fine, but I'm so much older and more experienced, and…"
But the boy never stayed to hear the end of her explanation. Choking back tears of humiliation, Wayne rushed from the bedroom and the naked teacher he'd just finished fucking. Joan looked up as she heard the loud slam of the front door closing, and then she lay back on the pillow again. It was possible that she would never have to fight off young Wayne again, she wishfully said to herself; maybe he had been permanently discouraged from attempting to make love to her again, and would be too ashamed to admit to any of his friends that he had been with her and had failed. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vivid memories of his virile body and her own lustful seduction came rushing back to her, and she had to admit that truly he had been one of the best lovers she'd ever had. He had come at her like a conquering warrior once she'd got him started, and had devoured the spoils of his victory like the young savage he was at heart.
Perhaps, the miserable woman teacher prayed, this would prove to be an isolated instance and not lead to further problems. Time was a great healer of wounds, and possibly in time Wayne would forget about what had happened… and she would learn to resist her own lewd desires. She hoped with all her heart that eventually there would be nothing but a minor scar on each of their souls to remind them that this had ever happened between them. Perhaps… But there was nothing she could do about it now, except wait, hope, and pray…
CHAPTER FOUR
Young Wayne Conroy was the only child of Montock's richest family. He'd been coddled since birth by an over-protective mother, and had grown up with the constant awareness of his father's position in the town and the large farm-land holdings they owned throughout the county. In many ways he had become an insufferable brat, able to get away with nearly any rotten trick he tried, knowing that his parents would always be able to pull him out of any fire he started.
It was not surprising, therefore, that Wayne Conroy did not forget about his experience with his sex education teacher. Instead he brooded about it that night, and all of Thursday and Friday until his mother was afraid he was sick and tried to dose him with cod liver oil. He brooded because his over-weaned pride had been severely wounded for the first time in his budding life, unable as he was to understand Miss Frazer's rejection of him after he'd fucked her until she had screamed she was cumming. That she had turned him away because of an emotional revulsion for herself never occurred to the boy, and if it had it wouldn't have meant anything to him. Wayne cared little for the older woman as a person; he didn't give much of a damn about anything except his own fun and games.
His inflated ego had always demanded that he be the one who told a chick "where to get off," and this time he'd been sent packing instead. Hurt and bitter, he brooded… and with his dark and vengeful thoughts came the need to rebuild his fallen pride. The decency which Joan had hoped was in the youth did not exist, but he'd not been able to think of a proper way to lash back at her – not until that following Saturday morning. It was then that he was with his young buddies, Mickey Hagen and Knuckles Gerber, down in his basement where they were drinking some of his father's beer. In a burst of adolescent bravado, he had soothed some of the hurt he felt by bragging of his conquest, though he naturally left out the part about Miss Frazer's sudden coldness and his shameful departure…