It is only rarely that a publisher finds a novel crossing his desk that stirs his very soul with its depth of feeling, honesty, and literary quality. Once in a very long while he comes across a literary work of such importance that it almost cries out to be published. Such a novel is TEACHER'S DILEMMA by Faye Jackson.
The author has movingly depicted the incestuous love of a young girl, her separation from the brother to whom she had given herself and, before her ultimate reunion with him, her attempt to substitute another person for him. With this theme as her basis, the writer has drawn vivid and haunting portraits of all those involved in this soul-searing drama.
Something that gives an added dimension to this remarkable novel is the societal background in which it is set, the context in which the characters play out their roles. As the book opens, we see young Peggy Nichols and her brother Bobby at home a home as typical as that of the people next door. But there are undercurrents here that rarely occur in most families, undercurrents which sweep away the pretexts of standard morality and of accepted social conduct. Already at the end of the unforgettable first pages, changes have been wrought in the lives of these two human beings which will inevitably and inexorably alter the course of their lives.
It is not only the two major protagonists whose lives will be changed by these events, however, but also those of everyone whom they come in contact with. Such a person is Peggy Nichols' young student, Mike Foster, whose startling resemblance to her brother arouses the woman's ardent passion. In one remarkable scene after another, the author shows Peggy's helplessness before the overwhelming power of her remembered emotions, and the effect that this helplessness has on the young boy, drawing him deep into the maelstrom of her tormented life.
The book, then, is essentially a story of human relations, of the impact of a single confused individual upon those people around him. But it is also a frank and daring depiction of one of the most important of mankind's professions: the teacher. Mrs. Jackson uses her novel's framework skillfully to give an insight into the stresses and tensions which beset all those who take up this responsibility-laden profession.
The result, we believe, is a deeply moving book which will fascinate every reader at the same time as it expands his horizons. It is one that we, the publishers, are proud to present to the reading public.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The signs ordering the passengers to "FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELTS" flashed on as the huge four-motored plane headed into a patch of clouds, buffeted about like a ping-pong ball in a tournament.
Pretty, dark-haired Peggy Nichols looked down at her seat belt, buckled since before take-off, and felt just a little sick. Why oh why, did she have to take a flight like this? One that would run into bad weather the whole length of the journey? What further difficulties lay ahead? Perhaps the plane would be hi-jacked she had visions of herself landing in Cuba and being escorted off it by battle-clad soldiers carrying machine-guns.
She shook her head, knowing that the prospect, frightening though it might be, was un-likely. Hadn't they all been searched thoroughly before they boarded the plane? Hadn't she had to open her handbag and practically spill out all the contents? And then there was that machine, the metal-detector or whatever they called it, that was supposed to set off an alarm if you walked through carrying a gun.
Peggy had been mortified absolutely mortified when the alarm went off as she passed through. She had stammered in embarrassment, pointing to the few pieces of jewelry she wore, wondering if those had been enough to trigger the system. It wasn't, the guards pointed out coldly. And then they had insisted on passing the lens of the machine over her entire body from top to bottom. Peggy hadn't been oblivious either to the lewd stares of the two men on duty as their eyes raked over her like the machine from top to bottom. They had stared at her full ripe breasts outlined beneath her tight blue sweater, and the voluptuous curves of her smooth thighs.
Peggy's face had turned red as the examination proceeded, prolonged she was sure by the perverted pleasure the two uniformed men were getting from staring at her hadn't she seen one of them licking his lips lasciviously? until the young woman was close to tears.
And then at last they had found the source of the trouble, the objects setting off the alarm. Her shoes! The terribly expensive Gucci's she had treated herself to for just this occasion, with the metal buckles and steel-stacked heels. She had been asked to take them off and to walk past the metal-detecting machine just once again.
This time the hateful contrivance had merely beeped a couple of times, and although it sounded to Peggy as if it had a case of hiccups, she was allowed to go through and to proceed along the passage that led to the boarding ramp.
Sitting on the plane now, watching the lights flash on, carefully extinguishing her cigarette when the order was given, Peggy once again felt like bursting into tears. Oh, it was exciting enough to be flying even on this gigantic plane that swooped and rose every few seconds to be winging way half across the country, to start her career as a school teacher. But it was frightening, too. And she wasn't sure just why.
Still, the very word "career" made her heart beat faster. What could be a more rewarding profession than what she had chosen? She knew there were a lot of people who looked down on teaching these days, but wasn't that because there were a lot of incompetent teachers? Girls who thought of the few years they would spend in the classroom merely as a short bridge between college and marriage? Those who could hardly have cared less about the welfare of their students. The blue-eyed young brunette shook her head.
But her own case was different. She cared about young people cared about them deeply. They were so . . . so . . . she searched for the word and found it at last, saying it aloud, much to the surprise of the elderly man sitting next to her. So "vulnerable". She repeated it to herself, silently this time, smiling blandly at her seat-mate. He smiled back and for a moment Peggy was afraid he was going to speak to her. She didn't want that at all. She only wanted to be left alone. And so she picked up the book her brother Bob had handed her at the airport. "Here, kid," he'd said, looking at her with admiration. "This will help the hours pass."
"Oh, Bob!" She had thrown her arms around him, clinging to him so tightly that several of the other passengers who had been milling around the large hall of the air terminal had glanced their way. But she hadn't cared she hadn't cared at all! She adored her big brother and it didn't matter who knew it! He was the most wonderful person on earth.
Even as a child she'd looked up to him the tall handsome boy who was three years her senior. He was smart as a whip, Bob was, getting good grades in every subject. But he was no grind, no mere bookworm. It seemed to his little sister that he never even cracked a book. When would he have had the time, she wondered, when he went out for and made practically every one of the school's athletic teams? And got himself all involved in extra-curricular activities too.
It had seemed that in those days Bob had had time for everything in the world except for his little sister. She had followed him around, her eyes as big as moons, cheering herself hoarse as he carried the ball across the goal-line at a football game, screaming as if she had gone out of her mind when he hit a home-run at baseball. But after the games when she tried to tag along with him she had heard nothing but "Get lost, pest."
There had been dozens of other girls Bob's own age, equally adoring, surrounding him then and Peggy had hated them with all her heart. They would always say, "Bob, does the brat have to come along?" Or "Your little sister is a pain in the neck!"
The small child had always gone home, usually with tears in her eyes. It was awful just awful being a "little sister." But some day, Peggy had vowed, she would get even with all those beautiful and sophisticated high school juniors and seniors that Bob hung around with.
It had happened, of course, but when Peggy least expected it. She was fourteen then, just starting to go out with boys herself. One Saturday night, though, when she had nothing to do, she had come out of her own room and stood for a moment at the top of the stairs trying to decide how to spend the evening. If it hadn't started to rain she would have gone to a movie. But the rain was slashing against the windowpanes now and there was a rumble of distant thunder. Peggy had shrugged her shoulders. Even Rip Torn wasn't worth a venture outdoors on a night like this!
She could read, she thought, still standing at the top of the stairs. There might be a good mystery story somewhere on the shelves. like Ross MacDonald or Raymond Chandler. Darn it all, there must be something!
And then she heard the admiring whistle from the bottom of the stairs, heard her brother's voice, "Jesus! My little sister has grown up!"
She had looked down to see Bob standing there seventeen year old Bob, all six feet four of him. Bob with the broad shoulders of the football hero, the crew-cut hair like the ads in the magazines, the blue of his sweater matching the blue of his eyes.
"Of course I have," Peggy snapped at him. "I'm fourteen years old, after all."
"After all this time," Bob amended. "And you know what, sis?"
"No, what?" she asked.
"You've grown up into a cute kid."
"Oh, have I?" Now that he was noticing her at last, Peggy could afford to be a little bit bitchy to him.
"Yep," he had said, appraising her as if she were on an auction block. Dear God! What had he expected? That she would grow into some sort of monster with three eyes and fourteen legs? "Yep," he repeated. "You're cute, you know that?"
"Well," Peggy had answered, "I'm glad I meet your approval, Mr. Nichols." She had whirled around, her dark hair flying, her little mini-skirt flying up to the edge of her lace-trimmed panties and exposing the full length of her ripe firm thighs. Once again Bob had whistled, this time grinning lewdly at her.
Peggy flounced off toward her own room, but then Bob coaxed her back. "Hey, Sis," he called. "What's with you? I didn't say anything, did I?"
The young girl reappeared at the top of the stairway. "You whistled," she said reprovingly.
"So?"
"Well.. . "
"Hell, sis, I almost always whistle when I see a gorgeous gal!"
In spite of herself, Peggy smiled. And then she turned away again, acting aloof and remote for the moment.
Bob broke out laughing at her, and now the young girl turned on him, almost furious. "I don't see what's so funny," she fumed.
"You would, kid, if you were my age."
"Well I will be some time," she announced. "And I will certainly mind my manners better than you do!"
"You won't have as much fun then," Bob said, shrugging.
He was staring at her again and Peggy stood still now, delighted at his interest and yet afraid to show her pleasure. The younger boys she went out with didn't act this way at all. To Peggy, they were all utterly blase. This was the sort of thing a real man-of-the-world she thought of a couple of movie actors like George Sanders and David Niven the sort of thing that they would do. And here was Bob, just as sophisticated, just as cool, just as with it as any of those people. She tried to remember how the leading ladies responded to such treatment, but couldn't quite, and then she heard Bob asking her pleasantly, "Doing anything tonight, sis?"
"Why yes," she said at once. "I've got a date for the movies with Jerry, and after that I've got a late date with Jim and then . . . "
"And then?" Bob was grinning up at her again, obviously amused at little Peggy's attempts to impress him. "And then?"
"And then I've got a late, late date with Al. . . "
"Tough," Bob said. "That means I'll have to sit home alone. And I thought maybe you'd keep me company."
"Oh, I could break the dates," Peggy answered at once, hating herself for having lied like that. Darn it all, there was nothing she'd nither do than sit around talking to Bob, and now he'd actually suggested it. And she'd had to go and spoil everything. She bit her lip, trying desperately to think of some way out of the situation some other lie that would save her from the results of those she'd already told.
She could think of nothing, but Bob did. With a disarming smile, the kind that had endeared him to her for so long, he said, "Well, why don't you do that, Peg? Break the dates, I mean?"
He was acting as if he'd swallowed her whole story, hook, line and sinker! Oh, he was wonderful! Just wonderful! "Why don't you call these guys and tell them you can't make it!" Peggy hesitated just a minute while Bob continued to prompt her. "Tell 'em you've got leprosy or something. Bad case. Just came down with it."
When Peggy giggled with delight, Bob went on, "Okay, just tell them it's a hell of a night to go out. Looks like a real storm coming our
IS way." And when she still hesitated a moment longer he ordered, "Go along now and do what I say. And then come downstairs. I'm going to build a fire in the fireplace."
Happily and obediently like a well-trained puppy Peggy trotted off. She puttered around her room, picking up her brush and comb, putting them back on the dressing table, rearranging the three small bottles of perfume she'd been given for Christmas, sweeping the pile of bobby pins into a drawer, for as long as she thought it would have taken her to make the three telephone calls. And then she went out, smiling radiantly. "It's all fixed, Bobby," she said. "I mean, I called them all and told them I had a dreadful cold and would they mind too much if I broke our date for tonight on account of my cold and the weather, you know and you know what? They all said it was okay."
Bob's eyes roved over her and his grin broadened. His little sister was a great little liar and that was fine as far as he was concerned, because she was also quite a dish. He wondered why he'd never noticed it before. But he had at last and that was what mattered.
"Well, I'm sure glad you could brush them off. It's about time we got acquainted. Right?"
"Right!" she said, rushing halfway down the stairs before she realized what a childish thing that was to do. If Bobby was going to treat her like a grown-up at last, she sighed, at last well, she'd better act like one! She stopped and took a deep breath then squared her shoulders and put her hand on her hips, descending the rest of the stairs slowly and she thought seductively.
Once again Bob's eyes twinkled with amusement and he grinned. But when he saw that she seemed offended he pulled a straight face and paid her a compliment. "You sure look pretty tonight," he said. "I like that dress you're wearing."
Her brother's interest made Peggy almost ecstatic! He'd never noticed her before! Never noticed what she was wearing or anything! And now he was treating her just the way he might treat any of the girls he dated! She smoothed down the dress he had admired. It was brand new, and she was wearing it in the hope that he would like it. But she pretended to yawn and then said in a bored tone, "Do you like it, Bob?
This old thing? I've had it for years, you know."
"I like it," Bob said, meaning it. God! It fitted her like a glove, clinging to her voluptuously developing curves, outlining her small rounded ass-cheeks. He whistled under his breath and then went back to the fire he had just kindled, blowing on the tiny fingers of flame that caught at the dry wood. "Guess that's going to keep us warm for awhile," he said with satisfaction. "Didn't know I was practically an Eagle Scout, did you Peg?"
She nodded, sure that this wonderful older brother could do anything anything in the world. A little tingle of pleasure went through her at the thought that he had called her "Peg" like all her friends and not the derogatory "Sis" that made her feel like such a child.
She pirouetted before Bob, preening a little, then settled herself primly on the couch. The boy watched her, tongue-in-cheek, then asked, "How about a drink?"
Peggy shook her head quickly. "You know Mom and Dad don't let me," she said and then could have bitten her tongue out for confessing anything so humiliating.
But Bob merely shrugged. "They aren't here," he pointed out. "So how can they know?"
Peggy gave her brother her most brilliant smile. "You're so right," she said, acting as casual as possible. "So why not?"
"Exactly! What will it be?"
A thrill of pleasure went through her. Bob had actually asked her what she wanted to drink, as if she were accustomed to a cocktail every evening before dinner and a highball after. Oh, he was the most wonderful person in this world! He really was! She paused a moment, trying to remember the names of some of the drinks that really sophisticated people liked. Gibsons? What on earth were they? And dry martinis, too. She pondered the question a moment and then was relieved to hear Bob say, "How about a Scotch on the rocks?"
"Oh, that would be perfect," she answered quickly.
"I think so too," Bob said. "It's what I like myself."
He went over to the liquor cabinet and examined the bottles in it. Then he turned to his sister with a disarming smile. "For a minute there I thought we were all out of Scotch!"
"Oh, no!" Peggy breathed as if her disappointment would have been too much to bear.
"But I found a whole bottle here at the back," Bob said triumphantly. "Hasn't even been opened yet."
Peggy had a moment of apprehension. "Won't Mom and Dad be simply furious though . . . ? " her voice trailed off.
"I can handle them." Bob said confidently. "In fact, they'll probably never even know."
Peggy beamed at her brother, so capable, so self-assured . . . so . . . so . . . cool! She remembered all the pangs of jealousy she had felt before when she'd heard his laconic telephone conversations with other girls, casually suggesting that they meet him somewhere or that he pass by in his car to pick them up. And now she was sitting here in the living room, drinking with him just as if she were his date!
Bob put the bottle on the coffee table and went out to the kitchen. When he came back he carried a bowl of ice on a tray, along with a couple of glasses. He plunked a couple of cubes of ice into each of them, and splashed the amber liquid over them. Then he handed one to Peggy while he picked up his own. "Cheers!" he said.
Peggy held her glass out to him and heard with delight the crisp crack as they clinked together. "Cheers!" she answered.
She followed Bob's example, swallowing a large mouthful of the Scotch. Suddenly she began to cough, almost choking! Dear God! Was this what Scotch tasted like? And if so why did grown-up people drink it?
She managed at last to recover herself, wiping the tears from her eyes but shuddering still as she felt the potent alcohol sear her throat and stomach. She shook her head, trying to act nonchalant, although the taste of the Scotch reminded her of a medicine she had been forced to take once. 'This is very good," she said at last. "Very smooth you know." Wasn't that the correct thing to say? "What brand did you say it was?"
Bob looked at her, silently laughing once again. "I didn't say," he told her. "But I'm glad you like it."
"Oh, I do," Peggy swore. "I do."
"Good. How about a cigarette then?"
Young Peggy was about to shake her head-hadn't her father made dire threats as to what he would do if he caught her smoking before she was sixteen? but then quickly changed her mind. "Why yes," she said. "I think that would be great."
"Here." Her brother lit a cigarette himself, took a couple of puffs on it, then held it out to her. Peggy thought that was strange why didn't he offer her a cigarette for herself the way people normally did? But she said nothing and took it, puffing on it and blowing out the smoke.
"Hey, you've got to inhale," Bob said, watching her. "Didn't I."
"No."
"Oh, I'll try again." This time Peggy inhaled deeply and once more she felt a searing sensation, but now in her lungs. Just as before, she began to cough and sputter while her eyes watered and her body was racked with shuddering.
"You all right, Peg?" Bob asked.
She managed to stop the choking. "Yes," she said. "I'm all right." She coughed once more and then asked, "It's a little bit strong, isn't it?"
Bob shook his head. "No. It's just that you're not used to reefers. Ever smoked any before, Peg?"
"Reefers?" she asked. "What are those?"
"Marijuana," Bob said casually, as if everyone used it every day.
Peggy sat up with a start. "But that's a drug," she said. "It's illegal."
"Right," her brother answered. "And you know what. . . ? "
"What?" Peggy was wide-eyed with apprehension.
"Everything I really like to do is either illegal or immoral."
Peggy had, of course, heard that old line before but it shocked her nevertheless. "Wha . . . what . . . would you like to do?" she asked. "I mean . . . I mean that's so immoral?"
"I'd like to fuck you," Bob said, his voice perfectly cool, his manner as easy and natural as if he were asking her to pass the salt and pepper.
Peggy thought she had heard him correctly. He had said he wanted to fuck her. But her mind was hazy now from the effects of the drug and the alcohol, so she couldn't be quite sure. But it didn't seem to make any difference. She wanted what Bob wanted and was willing to do anything for him. She'd had a drink with him, hadn't she? And smoked marijuana too? Well, why not . . .
The impact of the word he had used echoed inside her immature brain. It was one of those awful words that she'd heard some of the boys in her class at school use. She'd been shocked by it then, just as she was shocked now that Bobby would use it. She was glad there was no one else around to hear him right now when he was talking terrible like that.
And yet she thought if that was what Bobby wanted . . . if he wanted to "fuck" her, then she wanted it too, just as she had wanted the drink he had offered her, and the "reefer" he had given her to smoke. She only wished he would use another word for it. That was all she wanted. "Oh, Bobby," she said with a sigh, patting the sofa next to her like a world-weary whore, inviting him to sit down.
He dropped down beside her, suddenly pulling her close, crushing her against his strong chest until the sharp little points of her nipples seemed to bore into his chest. She whimpered with pleasure. This was what her brother meant, and a little electric thrill coursed through her veins.
Bob inched closer to her until his thigh rested against hers and then he half-turned her, crushing his sister against him once more until her breasts throbbed and her blood seemed on fire. He tilted her face up to his at last how long had she waited for that moment? How had she managed to survive until he did so? and then he pushed his warm moist lips down against hers until she whimpered again, but this time with pain. "What's the matter, Peg?" he asked, letting her go for a moment. "Don't you like it?"
"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Oh, Bobby . . . oh, yes!"
"Good," he said. And then he bent his head to hers again. This time his tongue flicked out to shoot between her quivering lips, parting them tantalizingly before it sank into the deep warm cavern of her mouth. He swirled it around, sending little chills of mingled fear and excitement shooting through her helpless body. Oh, this was wrong . . . wrong . . . wrong! This was immoral. But it was also the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to the innocent fourteen year old, and Peggy sucked in her breath as she felt a crazy tingling between her legs, felt her blood explode like firecrackers, felt her youthful breasts throb and swell.
Her nipples had hardened into tight little buds of adolescent desire even before Bob slid his hand deep into the "vee" of her dress and began to tease at the sensitive flesh, rolling them almost cruelly between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of the pain she reveled in her brother's sensuous touch. When he leaned forward and whispered, "Take if off, Peg . . . Let me take if off. . . " she could do nothing but nod in assent. She watched wordlessly as he slipped the sleeves of her dress down off her shoulders, let the dress itself fall down around her waist. And then she sucked in her breath as he slid the tiny straps of her brassiere down off her naked shoulders. They hung there, halfway down her arms, for a long moment while Bob fumbled with the tiny hooks in back. He managed to unclasp them at last and pulled the small lacy brassiere completely off, staring with unfeigned admiration as the two ripe young mounds of her breasts sprang free.
"Oh God, Peggy," he whispered. "You really are gorgeous. Did you know that?"
The half-naked young girl closed her eyes, feeling almost dizzy with the ecstasy of the moment. Bobby, she wanted to murmur. Oh, Bobby! But no words came none could in this exalted moment and she was glad of that-yes, glad because it would have broken the magic spell which the foreign touch of her brother's still teasing and taunting fingers had cast over her.
It seemed as though she had stopped breathing, even if she could feel her heart still flailing against her chest, seemed that nothing moved, nothing had existed except this forbidden pleasure that swept over her entire body like a wave washing across the sand, leaving little moments of the most exquisite delight in its wake. And then she felt herself responding almost against her will, knowing how wicked and evil this was. But even that didn't matter nothing mattered but the newfound desire she felt.
She closed her eyes, sighing ecstatically. "Bobby," she finally whispered.
"Yes, Peg?"
"Do that. . .do that again."
"This?" he asked. And then he increased the pressure of his fingers on one tiny budding nipple, until Peggy thought she would go mad with her passion. Her handsome brother began to trail his fingers gently over the snowy mounds of her breasts while new spasms of excitement wracked her now fully-aroused body. Her flesh seemed to ignite, to take fire and burn with an unending need. She shuddered uncontrollably, knowing in her heart of hearts that this was perverted that this was obscene yet she was powerless to stop her older brother, far less able to stop herself.
And then she felt his mouth, his warm moist lips, as they grazed the firm white flesh of her breasts, felt that titillating moment when they parted to take the small hard nipple between them. Once again the young girl shuddered, her whole body quivering now, then placed her hands on his head, pulling him closer and closer.
Bob's tongue swirled around the small hardened bud of flesh, licking at it maddeningly while little shivers of excitement took possession of his sister. She began to moan quietly, and then shuddered again as he cupped one firm round breast in each hand, squeezing them and kneading them to the teenage girl's ineffable pleasure. Flaming little sensations coursed through her body, making her tremble like a leaf in the wind.
Little saucy Peggy was his, his to do with what he pleased and nothing on earth could make her stop him. Not the knowledge of this evil, nor the desire to save herself, nor the fear of their parents' wrath could have held her back now.
She sucked in her breath as his hand left her quivering breast to trail down across the flesh of her smooth flat belly to slip beneath the narrow elastic waistband of the white nylon panties she wore, and nestle teasingly in her sparsely curling pubic hair, just an inch from her throbbing clitoris.
A moment later the muscular teenager removed his strong fingers from her pubic mound, and began to inch his probing hand up along the soft inner flesh of her thighs until it had reached the tight thin leg band of her panties. Peggy held herself rigid as he slowly and thrilling insinuated first one finger and then another under the flimsy wisp of nylon, seeking and finding the tiny patch of thin soft pubic hair nestled there in the "vee" between her legs.
Peggy's body trembled uncontrollably as her brother's fingers slid gently along the fleshy lips of her cunt, moist now with her unrepressed desire slid along the soft wet tenderness, back and forth, back and forth, until she thought she could stand it no longer. He found the tiny bud of her aching clitoris, found it and stroked it gently until it seemed to burst into bloom, to stand erect and taut while Peggy feared that her whole body would explode in a thousand searing fragments.
Outside the rain beat against the windowpanes, and the wind howled with greater and greater ferocity. Distant bolts of lightning slashed the sky as if they would tear it in two. Moments later there was the drum-like roll of thunder, growing louder with each passing instant.
Peggy looked around her, aroused from the absorption with her own pleasure that had engulfed her for the last few minutes. The spectacle of the pouring rain and the bursting lightning should have been terrifying yet she felt no fear. She was safe here, safe in her brother's arms. And nothing else mattered.
She wiped all other thoughts from her mind and let herself enjoy even more the excitement caused by Bobby's stroking fingers as they slipped gently between the moist fleshy lips of her cunt, as they searched out and found the small glistening hole of her vagina, teasing and taunting it. She held her breath in the sheer ecstasy of the moment as her handsome brother's middle finger stretched forth and slipped slowly and relentlessly up into her moistened cuntal slit, twisting and turning between the warmly throbbing walls of her vaginal passage. Impaled on the tip, Peggy writhed and thrashed beneath her adored older brother, oblivious now to the rain outside, the flashes of fire that lit the sky, the approaching roar of the thunderbolts.
As he continued to finger-fuck her, Peggy mewled with lewd delight, her little groans of lust passing from her parted lips. Her excitement only added to his own, and Bobby knew then that he had to have her, knew as he had known all along that he had to fuck her or go out of his mind with his mounting passion. Oh, Jesus! He'd had plenty of girls before but none of them had ever turned him on this way! Little Peggy was the most sensuous girl he'd ever met the little sister he had ignored for so long was a real woman now and a terrific one at that!
His finger slipped in and out of her throbbing little pussy and he could feel the clasping wet walls as they seemed to close desperately around it, grasping him, holding him there. And then with a sucking sound he withdrew his finger while Peggy gasped out her disappointment. "Oh, Bobby," she moaned miserably. "Bobby . . . don't stop . . . don't stop!"
"I'm not going to stop," he managed to hiss between clenched teeth. "I'm not going to stop until I've fucked your cunt!"
Peggy heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being undone and she saw that her brother was pulling his clothes off hurriedly, stripping them from his lean athletic form and dropping them in a pile on the floor. Then he stood naked before his sister, his young and eager penis jutting out rigidly from his powerfully muscled pelvis.
"Oh, Christ!" he murmured. He had to have her and he had to have her now! The incensed adolescent leaned forward to slide his hand beneath her quivering white ass-cheeks, while with his other hand he pulled her dress down beneath her hips and under her thighs until, like his own clothes, it fell to the floor. Then he hooked his finger beneath the thin elastic waistband of her panties and began easing them off until his young sister lay naked and panting before him on the couch.
He knelt above her, his legs straddling her quivering white thighs. Outside the rain continued to spill forth in bucketfuls, pounding on the roof with a rhythmic staccato beat. Again and again the flashes of lightning lit the pitch-black sky while the thunder rolled ominously. But Peggy had shut her ears to the sound, her eyes to the night. Nothing mattered to her except the nearness of her beloved brother.
She could feel his fingers again parting the lewdly moistened lips of her quivering little cunt. Then she felt the presence of his slim but iron-hard penis poised above the tiny opening there, felt it brush against her pulsating pussy flesh with a tantalizing probing that set off new sparks of pleasure in Peggy's lustfully pounding blood.
Finally the tight restricting ring of flesh that guarded the depths of her desire-filled cunt gave way and Bob's throbbing young cock shoved deep up inside her, pushing her virginal pussy flesh aside in rippling waves before its lewd advance, tearing her hymen apart and lunging all the way up into his little sister's innocent belly. Peggy groaned at the searing pain that shot through her skewered loins at first, and then sighed at the immense pleasure that followed it. She lay back now, moaning ecstatically, her legs spread wide as her brother began to fuck in and out, in and out, thrusting his youthful cock deeper and deeper into her hot moist vagina.
She knew nothing now but the unnatural lust that overwhelmed her, the incredible pleasure that passed through her body, that made every pore in her skin tingle with a new found delight, a delight that seemed to set her very blood on fire.
Bobby was fucking in and out now, each lunge, each thrust of his perversely hardened young cock adding new excitement to the rapture that seemed to engulf Peggy. She began to move beneath her brother, grinding her pelvis up against his, moving around and around below him as she moaned at the sheer forbidden lust of this moment. Again the lightning flashed outside, again the thunder burst forth in ear-splitting resonance. Peggy felt his pulsating hardness as he plowed deep inside her, withdrew and plunged deeply in again. She cried out softly in her excited pleasure, moaning again, calling out her brother's name . . . "Bobby . . . Bobby . . . Bobby . . . " while his throbbing cock-head burrowed up inside her desire-tortured pussy.
The impaled young girl knew that this was wrong and a sudden flash of lightning, a sudden crack of thunder seemed a foreboding of what was yet to come but she gave herself up completely to the ecstasy that enveloped her. She was one with Bobby now, and as she took him into her, as she responded to his passionate lovemaking, an excitement that began deep in her throbbing vagina spread like ripples in a pool through her nakedly twisting flesh.
Peggy felt the ecstatic moment that Bobby had brought her to the sensuous moment when her own orgiastic juices began to flow forth to wash and lave the burgeoning penis now enclosed within her never-before-touched cuntal passage. She was going to cum. Oh, dear God! She was going to cum . . . !
Peggy moaned and ground her buttocks down deeper into the couch cushion, her arms shooting out to clasp her incestuous lover closer to her, her fingernails raking across his naked back and leaving a trail of thin red welts behind them. Suddenly her legs jackknifed back until her knees almost touched her swollen and quivering breasts. She felt her brother's hard thick cock slide in to the hilt until it smacked against her tender cervix, the moment when his seething, burning male cum spurted forth to mingle with her own vaginal juices, as time seemed to stand still, with nothing but the two of them locked together here, while the rains poured down outside and the lightning flared and the thunder rolled.
Finally, their bodies slumped together in exhaustion, the reality of the moment seemed to intrude on her spun-out fantasy. The young girl knew that she was there in her own living room, lying naked on the couch, helplessly naked, and that she had just been fucked by her own brother . . . a virgin no longer!
* * *
The whole scene seemed to pass before Peggy's eyes now as she hurtled through space in this modern machine that was designed to carry her from one city to another, from the life she had led back home next to Bob, to a new one in which she feared she would never see her brother again.
The idea suddenly horrified her never see Bob again! and she tried to wipe it out by picking up the magazine in the pocket of the seat ahead of her and leafing through it. But the idea recurred over and over, and she tried to dispel it by thinking of Bob as he'd been at the airport, the solicitous older brother seeing his sister off to a new career.
She leafed through the magazine, noticing only vaguely the stories and the articles, glancing with little interest at the pictures of movie stars and jet-setters, and then let it slide to the floor. She opened the book Bob had handed to her but the words in it seemed to blur and run together and she gave up trying to read it, closing it and placing it beside her small flight bag.
She looked out the window and saw that the plane was heading through a cluster of storm clouds, that the rain they spilled forth was beating against the windows just as it had that night so long ago. And then, far off, she saw a flash of lightning.
She shuddered as a whole host of emotions flooded through her. She tried desperately to shake them off, but failed miserably as she knew she always would.
In the distance was the sound of thunder. It seemed to toll the end of the world she had known, to portend the horrible loneliness to come. The young brunette teacher closed her eyes and gripped the arms of her seat as the buffeted plane at last headed toward the earth below and the safety of the airport.
CHAPTER TWO
In just a few day's time, all the terror of the plane flight was put behind her and Peggy was safely settled in the small but pleasant apartment she had quickly found. She went off to explore the city and, although reluctant to buy them, she was fascinated by the luxuries offered in the chic shops. But she did use a part of her savings to make her new little home attractive, putting colorful curtains at the windows, copper pots and pans against the kitchen walls, and a blossoming plant here and there.
As the first day of school approached, the attractive brunette found herself becoming more and more excited. This was the kind of challenge she had looked forward to. It was her chance to help the coming generation, to instill in its members the ideals and values which they would need in order to succeed in the world in which they would have to live. It was a great responsibility she had taken on herself not that she hadn't asked for it and she would carry it through to the best of her ability.
When the opening day of school arrived at last, Peggy woke up early. Her sleep had been far from sound, punctuated by frightening dreams. And now she felt unreasonably nervous at facing the first class of her teaching career.
Peggy shuddered a little and buried her face in the pillow. She was being absurd, utterly absurd. What reason did she have to be afraid to face these youngsters boys and girls no more than fourteen or fifteen years old? None whatsoever, she told herself sternly. And it was high time that she got up and showered, had a cup of coffee and a slice of toast and then dressed for school.
But she was still quivering with nervous tension as she dragged herself from the comforting warmth of the large double bed. She slid her feet into the pair of fur slippers, then pulled a robe around her voluptuous body, and padded into the bathroom.
She turned on the shower, dropping the robe from her shoulders as she did so. The naked woman caught sight of herself in the mirror, and stood for a moment to stare at the voluptuous curves of her lovely body, at the full mounds of her snowy white breasts, the slenderness of her waist, the firm curves of her hips and thighs. And then she chided herself gently with, "You're vain, Peggy Nichols. That's what you are!" and stepped beneath the stinging hot spray.
She soaped herself generously, letting the white froth of suds cascade down over her throbbing breasts, over the flat plane of her belly to the tiny triangle of sparse dark hair between her thighs. She let her hands wander down to it, scrubbing herself assiduously and felt a little moment's excitement as her fingers touched the hair-lined lips of her pussy. She shouldn't be doing this, she told herself. Washing herself was all right, but she shouldn't allow herself to respond to the pleasure that coursed through her glistening wet body. But then, for the briefest of moments, the young brunette let her middle finger touch the tiny bud of her clitoris, stroked it gently into tender erection while little darts of pleasure shot through her naked wet body.
Then she shook her head in a stern self-warning. "What on earth are you thinking of, Peggy?" she asked herself as she stepped from the shower and picked up a fluffy towel. "You're going to be late for school. And your first day, too!"
The anxious young woman dried herself quickly, then pulled on the little white nylon panties she had left on the laundry hamper. Her brassiere came next, and then a slip with a row of lace around the hem that made her feel utterly feminine even if no one could see them.
Slipping on her robe, she began to brush her long glossy hair, wondering nervously if all of her bathing and dressing had taken too much time, if she really would be late for her first day at school.
Dropping the hairbrush and dashing into the kitchen, Peggy lit the flame under the coffee pot, and dropped a slice of bread into the toaster. Next came the cream and butter from the refrigerator, but the slender brunette hesitated a moment before she took out the jar of strawberry jam. Then she assuaged her guilt feelings by telling herself that anyone could afford a few extra calories, especially on this day of days when she'd be working extra hard. She'd need all the energy she could get.
Peggy forced herself to sit down and drink the coffee and eat the toast, but after she lit a cigarette she was on her feet again, pacing back and forth. Snuffing out the cigarette when it was only half-smoked, she admonished herself once more: Calm was the order of the day there was no doubt about that.
Glancing up at the wall clock, the nervous teacher realized that there was a real crisis ahead of her instead of the imaginary ones she had been cooking up. If she didn't get out of here-and on the double she would be late on her first day of teaching school! And then what would people think?
Peggy dashed into the bedroom and pulled on the rest of her clothes a softly tailored dress that she had especially chosen for today. She buttoned it up almost all the way to the tiny collar, looked at herself in the mirror and paused a moment. Then she undid the top two buttons, looked again, and ran to grab her coat, head out the door, and off to the high school.
Parking her car in the lot just beyond the school, she hurried up the steps, clacking along on her high-heeled shoes. Youngsters were taking the stairs two at a time all around her, all of them healthy, all of them good-looking. It was going to be fun teaching here. It really was going to be great!
Peggy stopped briefly in the teacher's lounge to pat her hair into shape, to pass a powder puff across her nose and smooth down her dress. And then she walked, head held high, to the classroom where she would teach the ninth grade teach for the first time in her young life!
The attractive brunette went in and sat down, arranging a few things on the desk. Her pens and pencils went there, the books she would need for class went over here. And then she tucked away a few personal things in the drawers a box of Kleenex, a package of chewing gum, a tiny bottle of hand lotion.
Looking up, she saw the first of her students open the door and walk into the room. It was a girl pretty, Peggy thought, judging her to be about fourteen with long blonde hair that fell way below her shoulders and a charming heart-shaped face and she looked around as she decided where to sit. A young boy came in next, his hair slicked down for the occasion, and nodded at Peggy before he chose his seat. And then the whole of the class seemed to troop in before Peggy's astonished eyes. After a few minutes, she called them to order, and then read the roll. Everyone was there, faces shining, eyes bright with expectation, and a little thrill went through the young new teacher. What more could she ask than to devote her life to such attractive students?
The excited girl gave them their first lesson, explaining about nouns and pronouns, and then asked if there were any questions. The blonde girl who had been the first to come into the room raised her hand shyly, then stood up to ask, "But what is a noun?"
Patiently Peggy went through the whole lesson again, repeating what she had just said. She sighed, wondering if the girl had been listening at all, and pushed away the little feelings of resentment that began to lap at her mind. But, of course, the little girl merely wanted to be very sure. And Peggy was glad that she had such . . . well, serious . . . students.
The brunette teacher smiled at the girl, and then noticed another hand raised in the back of the room. It was a boy this time, waving at her as if he wanted to flag her down. The young teacher almost had to laugh at his eagerness. Oh, this was going to be a great group of youngsters, she thought. She would really enjoy teaching them!
She nodded at the boy and said, "Your name?"
"Mike Foster," he answered, rising to his feet.
Peggy looked down at her roll list and then at the seating chart she had made and brought to school with her, diligently filling in the boy's name so that she wouldn't forget him. And then she glanced again at him and a little gasp escaped her lips, a little murmur of bewildered surprise. Oh, dear God! She would never forget him never at all. How could she? Why, Mike Foster looked just like her own brother Bob!
Not the way her brother had looked the other day when he had kissed her good-bye at the airport kissed her almost chastely in spite of the way she herself had thrown her arms about him and clung to him not that way at all. Mike looked like "Bobby" had looked on that night almost nine years ago when the two of them had made love so passionately there in front of the fire on their parents' living room sofa, when he had stripped her clothes off and ran his hands up and down her quivering young flesh until she was maddened with incestuous desire for him.
Peggy shook her head as the memory flooded over her, making her tremble with its very intensity. Oh, God! She might almost have been there again and instinctively she looked out the window, half expecting to see the rain drops pelting against the panes, the flash of lightning in the distance, and the deep rolling drums of thunder.
But there was no thunder nothing now but the sound of her wildly beating heart and then young Mike Foster's youthful voice and it was just like Bobby's! as he asked, "Please, Miss Nichols . . . "
Peggy strained her head forward, listening intently, straining to hear, striving to make some meaning out of his words. In spite of herself they seemed unintelligible oh, how could she let herself be so overwhelmed by her emotions in this way? and then she forced herself to ask quietly, "Would you repeat the question, please . . . " she hesitated a long moment.
"I wanted to know," the young boy said patiently. "I wanted to know what the difference is between one of them . . . "
"One of those," Peggy corrected quickly, just as quickly regretting that she had. Darn it! She didn't want to offend this handsome youth in anyway . . . not in anyway at all!
But Mike seemed scarcely to notice. "One of those," he aped her, "one of those nouns and one of those pronouns."
Peggy struggled to gather her wits about her and then oh, thank God! the rules she had learned about English grammar came back to her. She recited them from memory, hoping against hope the boy would ask nothing more involved, no question so difficult that she would actually have to think about it.
To her great relief Mike Foster merely mumbled, "Oh, yeah, I understand now," and sat down. Peggy sat for a long moment without moving, hardly breathing, hearing only the beat of her heart as it thumped against her chest in a strange syncopated counterpoint to the ticking of the clock on the wall. And then, after a desperate inner struggle, she regained her self-control. She looked around the room again, a fixed smile on her face, a smile a little too bright, a little too dazzling, and then she said, "Are there any more questions?"
To her great relief, there were none. She was aware though that thirty pairs of eyes were fixed on her, thirty pairs of lips were parted in anticipation of her next words. For a fleeting instant, the trembling brunette berated herself for having chosen this profession, and then once again she recovered her composure. Peggy then reached across her desk to pick up the history book which the students would use this term. Looking at the cover, she was grateful that it was American History that she would be teaching this term. She had done well in the subject in college, so well that she could almost teach it by rote. And she had the terrible feeling that she would need to do just that unless, of course, she could close her mind to her own past, and somehow ignore the presence of this tall and slender youth who brought it all back to her so vividly.
The somewhat nervous teacher managed to give a brief outline of the steps leading up to the American Revolution, then called on one of the bright eyed mini-skirted young girls in the back of the room to tell the class what she knew about the Boston Tea Party. The youngster was or seemed to be well prepared, and spoke quickly and without prompting, rarely hesitating. Peggy half-listened, knowing that she should really make more of an effort to concentrate on what was happening in her classroom. But her mind kept darting back to that night with Bobby, and then somehow darting forward to now, as she imagined what it would be like with young Mike Foster.
She had no right to think such immoral things! No right at all! And yet she was powerless to prevent the lewd images from parading through her now totally confused brain. She would lie beneath this boy naked, as she had beneath Bobby that night! Mike Foster's slender young hands would trace the line of her quivering belly, slipping lower and lower until he touched ever so tentatively at the swollen little mound of her pussy, covered sparsely with dark soft pubic hair. She sucked in her breath at the obscene notion, trembled with the knowledge of the pleasure that would sweep over her naked flesh at the fierce electric contact.
But that would only be the beginning of the delight she would know. There would be the ecstatic pleasure as he took her throbbing breasts in his small hands, the little nipples already hard and pulsating sucked deep into his mouth, as he swirled his tongue around and over the erect little buds, sending shivers of sheer lust shooting up and down her spine, chills of excitement. And at the same time, her body would seem to burst into flame. She would lie back then, unable to resist, her flesh responding submissively to the eager laving of his tongue while tiny lewd darts of fire seemed to shoot through her belly to lap at every inch of her forbidden nakedness.
The tingling between her legs would be almost unbearable-even sitting here in the classroom it had begun, and she ground her buttocks down onto the hard wooden seat in an effort to end it
and it would grow maddeningly until at last Mike slipped his finger even further down, below her belly, slipped it right up there between her close-pressed legs and forced them apart.
Oh, God! How Peggy longed for that moment
the moment when his eager young strength proved too much for her will to resist, when his need to possess her overcame the last vestige of her own reluctance, and she totally surrendered herself to this handsome youth. She would let her legs splay open then she shuddered at the very obscenity of it splay open, revealing to him the tantalizing entirety of her moistly throbbing cunt. He would bend his head forward then, there between her legs, while he gazed in rapt and admiring awe at the full fleshy lips of her naked pussy. Gently oh, so gently but firmly, too, he would place his hands on the quivering flesh of her white inner thighs and his thumbs on the sensitive edges of her cunt, and then draw them open until he saw the rosy little bud of her clitoris inside.
After an agony of waiting one in which Peggy would scarcely breathe his head would move forward and his tongue would flick hotly at the tiny throbbing protuberance there between her cuntal lips, just as he had licked at the berry-like buds of her nipples such a short time before. And the flames that had almost consumed her then would seem to be rekindled and she would writhe in agonized torment.
The dark handsome youngster would draw his finger the length of the narrow furrow again, but this time it would stop at the small and glistening entrance of her vagina while Peggy let out little cat-like mewls of pleasure. Only then would it slip into burrow deep, twisting and turning maddeningly inside. New thrills would engulf her, and in spite of herself . . .
There was a sudden sound that brought Peggy back to reality, and she shuddered at the lewd and lascivious images that had taken possession of her. She looked up, focusing her eyes with difficulty, and saw that one of the girls in the class was calling for her attention. Oh, dear God! How long had she been lost in that obscene reverie? How long had this youngster been waving? She couldn't for the life of her tell, and a slow blush covered her face. What if these kids could read her mind? What if they had known what she was thinking?
The very idea of such a thing made her shake with self-loathing, and it was with the utmost difficulty that she persuaded herself that it could not simply could not be true. Even so, the brunette was sure that her terrible guilt showed on her face, and she longed for a moment to find some hole she could crawl into, curling up there to avoid the shocked stares of her students.
That wasn't possible though, and she knew that she had to go on as before, go on as if nothing had happened, as if her whole world hadn't suddenly been shaken apart by the appearance of this . . . this . . . apparition . . . here in her classroom, this ghost of her wicked past. She wished devoutly that it would disappear vanish into thin air the way a ghost was supposed to. But a glance at young Mike Foster out of the corner of her eye told her that would never happen. She was to be haunted by the past for the rest of the term.
A sudden shock of horror went through her. What if Mike turned out to be wretchedly stupid incapable of keeping up with the others, a student who failed in one subject after another? What then?
Why, then he would be kept back at the end of the year, and would sit in her class through another nine months. She would never be able to bear the agony that long. And, yet . . .just as there had been pain mixed with the incredible pleasure that night so long ago, Peggy knew in her heart of hearts that she would revel in the cruel test to which she would be put.
But the demands of the moment the expectant silence in the classroom the waving of hands, the sibilant whisperings brought her back with a start to her immediate surroundings. With a little start, with a too-bright smile again, a too quick nod, she signaled the youngster to speak.
The girl was on her feet in an instant, asking the most banal of questions: "Why didn't the settlers all stick together?"
Peggy looked at her with a blank uncomprehending expression. What settlers, she was about to ask, and then realized that they had been discussing the American Revolution, although she herself had been left far behind-or far ahead. Still, the young teacher found herself incapable of answering and said, "I'm not sure . . . "
"What I mean is," the girl said, treating Peggy like some amiable but retarded child, "Why were some of them Tories? Didn't they know any better?"
Peggy shook her head, searching for words. "No," she said at last, "I guess they didn't."
The answer was as banal as the question, yet it seemed to satisfy the young student. The girl nodded, her little pink tongue slipping out between her half-parted lips to lick moistly at their glistening surface. "Oh," she said at last. "I see." And then she sat down.
Peggy's eye swept the class again as she wondered who would be on his feet next, what question would be posed, how she would manage to answer it, whatever it was. And then, saving her from all the terrors which beset her, she heard the ringing of a bell. It was the end of class for her and for her now restless students, too. Almost before the sound had died away, they were on their feet and rushing past her to the door. When the last of them had gone she rose to her feet, sweeping the books across her desk into an untidy mound at one side. There would be time for a cup of coffee in the teacher's lounge time for a moment in which to try to compose herself, to quiet her jangling nerves. And, for that, thank God, she breathed prayerfully.
She picked up her purse, locked the drawers of her desk behind her and hurried out and down the hall. In the lounge, she poured herself a cup of black steaming coffee, then dropped to the couch to drink it. The fears and anguish of the last few hours seemed to pass away in these few moments of peace and solitude. And then, as the bell rang again, she pulled herself to her feet, set down the coffee cup, and walked off down the hall to her next class, striding along briskly, sure of herself once more.
CHAPTER THREE
Peggy sat with her head bowed over the sheaf of papers on her writing table the dining-room table actually, but for the moment it was her place of work reading them carefully, scribbling notes and comments in the margins, checking incorrect answers, writing "OK" or "Good" from time to time.
She had gone half way through the pile, hardly noticing the names at the tops of the test sheets. Her eyes were blurring now and she was exhausted by the sheer monotony of the task. And then she sat up abruptly, staring at the next paper. "Michael Foster" had been scribbled across the top of the sheet, and she looked at it again for a long moment, not daring to let the thoughts she longed to think sink into her mind. "Michael Foster!"
The image of the boy and the image of her brother, too, floated into her brain. They were as a-like as twins, she told herself, and then hastily amended her thoughts by adding "at least they look that much a-like to be twins."
But from that beginning she found it impossible not to wonder about other similarities between the two. What would young Mike be like naked, the way she had seen Bobby that night so long ago? There had been something so very special about Bobby's virile young cock as it sprang forth when he stripped his shorts off, something so thrillingly exciting about . . . what? She didn't know . . . she just didn't know. But she was sure that the very same would be true of Mike Foster.
Putting the teenager's test paper down, the young woman got up, found a cigarette, and lit it. She inhaled deeply, letting the acrid smoke settle in her lungs briefly, then blew it out in a perfect ring. She began to pace back and forth restlessly, reluctant to get down to work again, to correct young Foster's paper.
This is ridiculous, she told herself. Why shouldn't she go ahead just as she had with all the others? And once again she told herself that she didn't know she just didn't know!
Peggy finished the cigarette and stubbed it out in an ashtray, then sat down at the desk again. But she stared mindlessly at the paper before her, not seeing what had been written, not wanting to.
Once again she lit a cigarette, this time leaning back in her chair, letting it tip backward so that it was balanced precariously on the two back legs. What on earth was the matter with her? Was she losing her mind or something? She was a grown woman, she told herself sternly, with a job to do. It was time for her to stop this shilly-shallying and get down to it, get down to the nitty-gritty. It was time for her to correct Mike Foster's exam paper.
She let the chair tip forward now, settling firmly on all four legs, then picked up her pencil and chewed on the end for an instant. Looking at the paper, she decided it might be a good idea to have a cup of coffee before she got back to work. It was already after eleven, and she still had half a dozen papers to go through. Better she should make herself a cup of coffee.
In the kitchen, she found the coffee pot and half-filled it with water, measured out the coffee, and set the container on the stove.
Waiting impatiently for the water to come to a boil, she decided that a small drink just a taste, really might soothe her frayed nerves. She found the bottle she kept for emergencies you never know when you'll be bitten by a snake, she had told herself when she bought the bottle poured a cup and swallowed it. It seemed to help and so she poured herself a second. That helped even more, and she was about to pour herself a third glass, when she realized that the coffee was bubbling away happily. She switched the pot off and poured herself some of the dark liquid, but it was too hot, and while she waited for it to cool, she helped herself to another drink.
When the coffee was ready to drink, her head was whirling slightly, her walk a little unsteady. But by the time she went back into the other room, she was certain of what she would do.
It was a wretched a mean thing that she had in mind. But it wasn't really so terrible, she told herself comfortingly. It might seem so at first, but in the end it would work to the advantage of everyone. And wasn't that the important thing? Of course, it was. "The end justifies the means," she told herself, dredging up the slogan from somewhere in the deepest fathoms of her consciousness. "The end justifies the means." Then why not?
She sat down at the table again, and picked up the red pencil. But before she started in on the task, she read Mike's paper over carefully. It wasn't bad, she told herself. It wasn't bad at all.
One more time she had a small moment of doubt when she almost hated herself for what she was about to do. And then she shook herself free of all her reservations and began. Methodically, almost cruelly, she slashed her red pencil across his test paper, sprinkling the margin with question marks, the text itself with unnecessary corrections. When she had finished the paper it looked, she thought, as if it had a bad case of the measles. Well, that couldn't be helped.
But Mike could be!
Peggy was absolutely certain that he would come to her wanting to know what it was that had gone wrong, how he had made all those mistakes. And then she would suggest that he stop by at her place to discuss it. She would even suggest that she tutor him! And she could talk to him then. That was really all she wanted to talk to him.
The picture came into her mind of him there next to her, of the two of them sitting there in the living room almost where she was sitting now. And they would talk things over! That was all, she assured herself absolutely all that she wanted.
Looking at her innocent student's test paper again, little qualms of guilt assailed the troubled teacher. And then she quickly dismissed them. It would be all right, she told herself. It would be all right. And both of them would be helped!
When Peggy Nichols woke up the next morning, she again wavered in her resolve. She wasn't being fair to young Mike Foster, she told herself. But that was all right. She would more than make it up to him. Miss Nichols would see to it that he ended the term with the top grades in the class.
She got up and dressed quickly, then swallowed a cup of the coffee she had made the night before. Then she gathered up the papers from the table, tucked them under her arm, threw a coat over her shoulder and hurried off to class.
There she called the roll as soon as the bell rang, her voice a little strained in her anxiety. After that she made a few brief comments about the results of yesterday's English exam. Most of the papers, she told her students, were adequate many were even good. There were a few though who had failed in the examination. Those students, she added blithely, she would be happy to help after school and on her own time. And then she turned to another subject arithmetic, now counting the hours until the school day would end.
When it did, she had no reason to be disappointed. Just as she had thought, Mike Foster hung around after the dismissal bell had rung, then came forward hesitantly and with embarrassment. Peggy watched him from the comer of her eye, not looking up, pretending to be busily occupied with the attendance sheet. Mike stood before her, shuffling from one foot to the other, his mouth twitching slightly. Peggy noticed with a little twinge of excitement that he was holding his exam paper the one with a large "F" marked in red across the top.
She waited a moment, letting him stand before her in ever growing confusion. And then she looked up at him innocently, smiling. "Yes, Mike?" she said.
"Miss Nichols . . . "
"Yes?" she repeated.
"Well, you said . . . " he suddenly was tongue-tied, unable to express himself.
"What did I say, Mike?" she prodded with a gentle smile.
"You said you'd help those of us who flunked the exam . . . you said you'd do it after school.. . "
"Yes, Mike. And I meant it. I'll do just that."
"Well," he said. He smiled at her, smiled at her the way Bobby had that night, then spread his hands wide in a gesture of helplessness. "I flunked," he said without elaboration.
Peggy stretched out her hand to take his paper and to scan it, pretending the utmost interest. "Yes," she said at last. "I guess you did, Mike."
Her words seemed to embolden him. "I don't know why," he went on. "I mean, my answers-well, some of them are pretty far out I know that. But some of them . . . " this time he shrugged.
The young teacher bent her head over the paper on her desk, just as she had bent it over the same paper when it had been spread before her on her dining room table the night before.
For a brief moment she was afraid she would panic, would blurt out the truth to this handsome youth standing beside her, let him know that he hadn't failed at all but that this was merely a ruse a trick to enable her to see him alone. But that dangerous moment passed, and she went on with the charade, speaking to the boy gently but with a certain air of disappointment. "I'd thought you would do better on the test, Mike," she said solemnly. "I really thought you would."
"Yes, Miss Nichols," he mumbled. "I kinda thought I would, too. I mean I studied for it. I really did."
Peggy shook her head in mock despair. "But your work just wasn't up to . . . to what it should have been, Mike." she said, looking at him with large and sorrowful eyes.
Mike nodded in assent. "I guess it wasn't," he said. "I mean if you say so, I guess it wasn't."
The two stared at one another for a long time. Peggy could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall across from her, could hear her own sharp breathing and the strange rhythmic slapping sound as Mike hit the desk from time to time with the rolled-up test paper which he had retrieved from her desk. And then she said, "Look, Mike. It's getting late and I have to go in a few minutes. But why . . . " she paused for a moment at the sheer audacity of what she was saying, then took a deep breath and went on, ". . . but why don't you stop by at my apartment one evening this week and we can go over the paper point by point. We'll make more sense out of it that way."
Mike nodded, then asked the question that the young teacher dreaded. "When?" he said.
"Why . . . oh, why whenever you want to," she answered much too quickly. But she knew that wouldn't do she wasn't up to seeing him yet couldn't possibly face him this very evening. But in a day or so by then she would have gathered her courage and pulled herself together. She smiled up at the bewildered boy. "Why not Friday?" she asked. "I mean, if that's all right with you."
It had suddenly occurred to her that he might have a date that night and that she shouldn't have suggested that time. And then she knew that she wanted him to come around on Friday breaking off his date if he had to, coming around to talk to her. That was all she wanted, she told herself over and over. And she would see to it that that was all they did.
Mike hesitated and Peggy was certain that he did have a date. And then to her intense relief he gave her the warm-hearted smile that had so much impressed her before. "Friday's okay," he said. "What time?"
"Oh, about eight," Peggy answered him, trying hard to be casual although she was suddenly excited. "Would that be okay for you?"
"Eight would be great," Mike said surprisingly, giving his teacher a sly grin. "Hey, Miss Nichols, that's a poem, isn't it?"
"Why yes it is, Mike," she answered, turning the rhyme over in her mind. And then she gave him an ingratiating smile herself. "I'll see you then, Mike. And don't be late!"
"Eight is great, but don't be late!" This time Mike was even more pleased with himself. Still smiling at Peggy, he turned and walked away.
* * *
Friday was a difficult day for Peggy. For one thing, the weather was bad and it seemed to make everyone in her class restless. She had to call for order a number of times, and she found that the effort tired her. Her students seemed dull, too as dull as the gray day itself and she had to prod them to respond to her questions.
She herself kept looking out the window, wondering whether or not it would rain and if so, when. She'd left her umbrella at home and suddenly that seemed vitally important to her, although her car was parked just outside the school in the teacher's parking lot. There was something wrong with her, she thought she was as nervous as a witch and for no reason whatsoever. But looking up at Mike she understood her anxieties.
She managed to put them out of her mind and to concentrate on the lessons at hand. Even so it seemed that the school day would never end.
It did, though, and with a sigh of relief she heard the bell ring, watched as the youngsters gathered up their books and swarmed out into the halls and then off to whatever weekend pursuits they might have. After a few minutes-what she considered a "decent interval" she gathered up her own books and a stack of papers that she fully intended to correct and followed them out.
The rain had just begun to fall as she drew her small red convertable up in front of her apartment house. She thought for a moment of leaving it there what if she had to dash out for something? Cokes, perhaps, or something to make sandwiches? but then she shook her head resolutely. She had more than enough Cokes on hand and enough bread and sandwich fillings to feed a small army. She wouldn't be needing anything tonight. And yet it was almost reluctantly that she drove the car around to the garage entrance behind the building and parked it there in the space she had been assigned. She got out, slamming the car door behind her and walked with slow and measured steps to the elevator, got in, and pressed the button for her floor. And then she let herself into the small apartment.
Peggy looked over it critically, wondering what Mike's impression of it would be. Almost immediately she told herself that it didn't matter. He was just a student, wasn't he? He had no right to judge her nor her way of living. And then she steadied herself, amazed that she could have such strong, such vehement feelings about the boy.
The attractive brunette took her coat off and hung it up, glancing out the window to stare again at the rain drops now falling with a steady rhythm. It occurred to her that a drink might calm her already-frayed nerves. It had been a tough day, hadn't it? Didn't she deserve something to help her relax? Of course, she did. And besides, she rationalized, the day wasn't over yet. Mike Foster would be turning up around eight and she would have to go over his exam paper with him.
She poured out a couple of fingers of Scotch and dropped a couple of cubes of ice into it, wondering what the school board's policy was toward teachers who drank. Well, she consoled herself she wasn't really drinking and then she looked at the bottle again, amazed at how angered her and she tossed her head back defiantly. "Tell hell with it," she said. And then she held her glass up, drinking to the school board. "And to hell with them," she said. Didn't people realize what a strain it was to teach in this day and age?
Somehow the next few hours managed to pass, slowly but certainly. Then she realized how late it was! Here she'd been, fiddling away her time, whiling away the hours and now she would have to hurry really hurry if she wanted to be ready for Mike.
She fixed herself a sandwich and ate it while she ran her bath. Then she quickly pulled off her clothes and sank into a tub of soapy warm water. There wasn't time to soak, though, as Peggy had looked forward to doing. She stepped from the tub and pulled on her clothes almost as quickly as she had pulled them off, then looked at herself critically in the mirror, and applied just a touch of make-up. Finally she dabbed a bit of perfume on her wrists and her ear-lobes. There was just time to run a comb through her hair before the doorbell rang. A little qualm of fear she dismissed it as absurd shook her as she hurried to answer. And then Peggy Nichols was smiling at Mike Foster and saying, "Well, Mike, you're right on the dot, aren't you?" and inviting him in.
In the living room Peggy reached out to take the boy's coat. "Why, it's all wet," she said.
"Yes, Ma'am. It's raining out," Mike told her.
"Yes, of course. It was raining when I came home. But I had no idea we were in for such a downpour."
"Looks as if it's going to keep up, too," Mike said.
"Do you think so?" Peggy peered out the window and then nodded, answering her own question. "Well, it certainly looks as if it will."
The young teacher suddenly felt foolish, embarrassed at the banality of her remarks. Surely Mike expected her to say something more interesting than that to speak of something besides the weather.
But that was being absurd, too. He had only come for her help with his homework, hadn't he? For a little extra tutoring? Suddenly Peggy's manner changed and she became brisk and professional. "Sit down, Mike," she said crisply. "And let's see what went wrong on that paper of yours. Then maybe we'll know what to do next where to go from here."
She dropped to the couch, nodding toward a chair opposite her. But Mike dropped down beside her himself and Peggy felt an unwanted thrill go through her at his very nearness. Managing to hide it, she asked for the examination paper. "You brought it with you, didn't you?"
"Oh, sure, Miss Nichols. I've got it right here." Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded sheets, now crumpled and slightly torn. "Looks like it's been through the wringer," he said with a laugh.
"It certainly does," Peggy said. "But I'm sure we can just smooth it out." She flattened it on the coffee table in front of her, running her hand over it. And then she bent forward as if to study the answer to the first question.
As she did so, the young boy bent his own head forward, moving just a little closer to the lovely young teacher at the same time. And then accidentally or was it? his thigh brushed against hers. Once again Peggy felt the tremor of excitement ripple through her, felt the little chills of imminent arousal crawling up her spine. She hesitated just a moment just a moment too long before she moved away from the boy, turning to give him a searching look. Had this brief electric contact been intentional? A quick glance at Mike's face showed it to be impassive, almost blank. Surely, she thought, he had no such idea in his mind.
Peggy Nichols shuddered almost imperceptibly, then looked again at the youth beside her, marveling once more at his strange resemblance to her brother Bob. But there was no time for such ideas, she told herself sternly-and this was hardly the place to let her mind wander to the past.
The nearness of the boy exerted a disquieting influence on her though, and she couldn't for the life of her concentrate on the scrawled and smudged paper in front of her. The words on it seemed to blur, running into one another, then separating into nothing but a series of unintelligible letters. She blinked her eyes, then closed them briefly, shutting out all sight.
Peggy heard the rain as it beat against the window, almost, she thought, as if it wanted to come in. Even in the brief moment that she sat there it became a relentless pattern, the sound of trampling feet following her to her doom.
There was another sound then, one even more terrifying the roll of thunder in the distance. Peggy kept her eyes closed as long as possible and then opened them to the blinding flash of lightning. And now she was struck by stark terror. Oh, God! It had been like this that night it had been just like this!
She was trembling visibly as she turned to Mike for one panic-stricken moment. And then she forced herself to pick up the test paper, to at least give the appearance that she was studying it.
There was another roll of thunder, another flash of lightning when it seemed that the whole sky was lit up was on fire. The distraught young woman felt an answering fire shoot through her own body felt once more caught up in that terrible conflagration that had begun with her brother Bob nine years earlier!
The tingling began between her legs again, there in the softly quivering lips of her pussy. She felt the moisture seep down as it had before, felt it on the sensitive flesh of her tender inner thighs. This time she fought against it, fought as she had never fought before in her life. "Oh, God . . . Bobby . . . " she half-sobbed.
A word from the youth beside her brought her to her senses. "My name's not Bobby," he said, amused by her mistake. Peggy shook her head, her voice choked in her throat. "My name's Mike," the boy went on.
"Yes," Peggy mumbled, "yes, of course . . . Mike." But he wasn't Mike to her at all he was brother Bobby and she felt the terrible ache of longing for him that she had felt that other night. "Mike," she repeated, almost moaning the name. "Mike."
The boy was looking at her with a startled expression now, swallowing hard, obviously perplexed. Finally he cleared his throat. "You . . . you . . . scared or something, Miss Nichols?" he asked.
Peggy managed to nod. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm scared."
Only lightning, Peggy thought. That was all-all that was needed to set her on fire again, to make her loins ache and throb with passion, to turn her body to a sheet of flame. She gritted her teeth in a last desperate effort at self-control and then gave up as Mike touched her arm again. Oh, God! How could she resist this terrible impulse she had? She had been unable to resist Bobby so many years before. And now and how much worse it was she could not resist the temptation before her. She could not help herself, no matter what, could not resist reaching out to touch this young boy who was so much like her brother, stroking his hair gently at first, turning him toward her, lifting his head to hers until her own soft moist lips brushed against his sweet young mouth. Once again she felt the sudden spark shoot through her, igniting her flesh and blood, as Mike made no effort to pull away from her bold embrace.
Now her passion seemed to know no bounds. There was nothing she would not do to this . . . this . . . child, she admitted to herself if he would only respond to her. Nothing . . . nothing at all.
The aroused brunette moved closer to her unsuspecting student, her thighs tight against his own. Her lips were still pressed moistly to his and now her tongue flicked out to burrow deep into the warm wet cavern of his mouth. She was rewarded by the touch of his tongue against her own and then, with a start of delight, realized that it was swirling around of its own accord, was shooting farther and farther back until it seemed to brush against her throat. For a moment it filled her mouth completely and she thought that she was choking. And then she felt a new surge, a new ecstasy in this lewd act.
She seemed to care for nothing now, nothing but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed by this handsome young boy. Her mind whirled in her confusion as the storm lashed across the town, the darkened sky enveloping all beyond this small room where the couple sat.
Peggy shuddered in disbelief at what she was doing. Then, ignoring the consequences, she took young Mike's hand and placed it on the throbbing mound of one of her breasts. She felt his strong fingers as he began almost mechanically to stroke it and then she knew that that wasn't enough wasn't enough at all.
"Put your hand here," she whispered huskily to him, now guiding it down into the deep "vee" of the dress she wore. "Here, Mike, my darling. Here." With a little moan of ecstasy she felt his fingers as they fumbled clumsily with the buttons of her dress, opening it farther until he was able to slip his hand beneath the cloth and into the flimsy white lace of her brassiere.
Reveling at the touch of his young hand against her naked flesh, she was lost in a lurid excitement, caught in this immoral entanglement. But even the boy's now insistent stroking of her warm white skin, his teasing at the hard little bud of one nipple seemed pallid by comparison with what had happened so long ago. She wanted it to be like that night when Bobby had stroked her young trembling breasts so long ago and aroused her to the full ecstasy of a mature woman.
Mike stroked the tender flesh of one full breast and then, knowing instinctively what would please the lovely blonde teacher, he cupped it firmly in his hand, kneading and squeezing it until Peggy moaned.
At the sound the boy turned an anguished face to her. "Gee, Miss Nichols. Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, no," she gasped. "Oh, no. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all. Oh, God, it feels so good. It feels so good, Mike. Do it again."
Now Mike's fingers were teasing and taunting again at her erectly throbbing nipples, while a fever of excitement gripped the aroused young woman. "Oh, God," she whimpered. "Oh, dear God!" She had to get her clothes off, had to feel young Mike even closer to her than he was now. With nimble fingers she hastily undid the rest of the buttons on her dress, then writhed and twisted until the soft fabric fell from her shoulders to bunch around her hips. Quickly she reached behind herself to unclasp the hooks at the back of her brassiere, letting the two voluptuously full mounds spring free.
A startled expression crossed Mike's face and then turned to a lewd grin. Jeez, he thought. This was going to be good! This was going to be great! He would never in the world have expected his own teacher to start taking her clothes off in front of him this way! Never in a million years! Cripe! What if he told the other guys about it? Told them that Miss Nichols was a real hot number!
Peggy looked at the teenage boy with lust-filled eyes, seeing once again the image of Bob. And then, hardly aware of what she was saying, she whispered to the boy, "Oh, God, Mike! Suck my breasts, will you? Oh, God! Suck them!"
Once again the boy looked startled, and then he grinned at her, licking his lips lasciviously. "Crap, yes!" he muttered. "Anything you want, Miss Nichols."
His head came forward and he fastened his mouth on one firm little nipple-bud, barely touching it as he began to suck. Peggy groaned out her pleasure and tangled her hands in the boy's dark hair, pulling him closer to her. Her body was like a roaring furnace now as vivid and flaming as the lightning that continued to flash through the sky. She had never imagined it could be like this with anyone but her Bobby-and now young Mike was sending the same ecstasy through her quivering body that she had experienced so many years before. Oh, God! If only he would take her clothes off, strip her naked just as her brother had. "Mike," she murmured. "Oh . . . Mike!"
As if he could read her mind the boy suddenly whispered hoarsely, "Can I take all your clothes off, Miss Nichols? All the way off? Jesus Christ, I want to see you naked."
Thrills of pleasure were running through his own slim young body now, and he reached out with a quivering hand to tug at her dress, trying to slide it out from beneath her rounded buttocks. There was a terrible throbbing ache in his penis as it lurched to erection beneath his tight Levi's. Oh, Jesus, he wondered. Would she let him do everything to her let him fuck her and everything like the guys at school were always talking about?
The idea of it sent new thrills chasing up the youngster's spine, made his boyish cock stiffen in anticipation. Jesus! Fuck the teacher! He'd never imagined such a thing. Why he'd even been a little mad at her for flunking him on that stupid exam, but now he sure was glad she had! He wouldn't be here otherwise, would he? Wouldn't be stroking her soft hot breasts . . .
He heard Peggy's passion-choked voice saying, 'Take my clothes off, Mike. Please take them off." She half-lifted herself from the couch as the young boy obeyed her lewd command and pulled at the skirt of her dress, drawing it out from beneath her now, letting it fall to the floor. She sat there under his penetrating gaze, wearing nothing but the thin white nylon panties she had pulled on earlier. There was a long moment when neither of them moved when they merely stared at one another. And then Mike slipped his fingers beneath the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down, too. Once again Peggy raised herself slightly from the couch cushion to make the boy's task easier, and listened with bated breath to the rustling of the fragile fabric as he drew her panties down over her hips and thighs and then let them slide to the floor.
Jesus! She was gorgeous! She really was! He couldn't help himself anymore he wasn't even sure how long he could hold back. He was a little scared, but he only knew that he had to have her, right now that he had to run his hands over her soft smooth skin, had to explore that little mound of sparse pubic hair had to had to fuck her! Jeez, the other guys at school sure wouldn't laugh at him anymore if he told them that told them he'd fucked their homeroom teacher!
He let his hand trail gently across the smoothness between the lush twin mounds of her breasts, going farther and farther down, drawing his fingers across her belly now until at last it reached the swollen hair-fringed mound between her legs. Peggy gasped at the new flames that shot through her, then let her legs go limp, splaying out lewdly to each side.
Mike leaned forward, transfixed by the obscenity of his school teacher's wet glistening cunt. He felt a surging in his cock, an aching tightness that could not be denied. "Teacher," he said, "I want to fuck you."
Peggy closed her eyes in the delirium of her lust. He had said it! This young boy had said it to her. "I want to fuck you!" She shivered with ecstasy at the lewdness of the word, the very incongruity of hearing it from this youngster's lips. And then she began to groan, "Oh, fuck me, Mike. I want you to. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The boy's hands slid deep into the crevice there between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the soft pink hair-lined slit. And then, after what seemed an eternity, they touched the tiny blood-inflamed button of her clitoris, stroking that hardened little nubbin, feeling it throb beneath his fingertips. Oh, Jesus! He could hardly wait! The fire that burned in his inexperienced young cock was consuming him, and he could already feel the churning of his sperm in his now-swollen testicles.
He placed both hands on the soft whiteness of her inner thighs, spreading them even farther apart, to expose even more of the pink slit of his teacher's vagina. Then he probed ever so briefly at the glistening little orifice that quivered as if to invite the continuation of this obscene act. He sighed deeply with adolescent desire, and then plunged his middle finger deep up into Peggy's wetly yearning vagina.
She moaned again and again as he plowed in and out.. . in and out. . . Suddenly she whimpered in surprised disappointment as Mike withdrew his lewdly probing finger. "Oh, my God," she begged him. "Don't stop, Mike. Don't stop!"
The lust-tortured teacher looked at him now, her eyes no more than narrow slits of sexual need, and saw that her student was struggling with the zipper of his fly. A little sigh of delighted relief escaped her half-parted lips as she saw his slender young penis spring forth at last, hard and throbbing.
Mike stared down at his teacher for a moment, then suddenly reached beneath her to lift her legs up onto the couch. Then he kneeled up above her and waited for long agonizing seconds. Finally he whimpered in a passion-choked voice, "I . . . I'm not sure what to do, Miss Nichols!"
For one brief moment Peggy froze, while the last semblance of sanity held her back from this final corruption. Outside the winds howled and the rain beat down relentlessly, whipping against the windows, drumming out a weird, rhythmical tattoo on the shaking leaves of the trees that framed her window. There was a sudden flash of lightning, illuminating the entire sky with its brief brilliance.
Peggy closed her eyes again, then closed her trembling hand around the young boy's stiff and slender penis. His voice came to her once more, his words whispered yet reverberating like the already receding thunder. "Help me do it! Please!"
"Oh, God, yes," Peggy moaned. "Oh, God, yes!" The poor boy! So naive and innocent in his desire for her. But, of course, she should have known he was a virgin. And now he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Wanted her to be the first. Drained of all will power, of all her sensibility, knowing nothing but the overwhelming need to feel this youth's virile young cock deep up inside her warm and clasping cunt, the trembling young teacher guided his hotly pulsing rod of flesh to the moist and swollen opening between her smooth white thighs. She felt an ineffable ecstasy as his tender penis teased at the opening of her pussy, and then with a powerful lunge, he shoved his cock deep into her passion-drenched cunt.
Mike immediately began grinding in and out now, in and out, while his straining pelvis moved powerfully against his teacher's quivering belly. The young woman began to move beneath him in wild and passionate abandon, mewling out her pleasure.
"'Deeper," she cried. "Oh God, deeper!" Instinctively, she threw her arms around him, trailing her fingers up and down over the muscled flesh of his back, leaving huge red welts in their wake. Her hands slid the length of his back to grasp at the white mounds of his buttocks, to cup them as she pulled his blood-swollen cock deeper and deeper into the aching depths of her lewdly clasping pussy.
Peggy felt an insane wave of pure ecstasy that passed through her voluptuous young body as her climax approached. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming . . . " She gave herself up completely to her moment, feeling the warm orgasmic fluid seep forth, bathing her throbbing cuntal passage in its moistness. At almost the same instant she felt the terrible tension in her young lover's body as Mike reached his own climax, as he arched back one last time and then plunged deep into her until it seemed that his slender young penis filled every inch of her wildly jerking pussy.
"Oh God, Miss Nichols, I'm cumming too!" he groaned. A deep shudder shook his body and matched her own bucking undulations as his warm seminal fluids spurted forth to unite with the pungent searing wetness deep in her vagina.
The impassioned couple clung to one another for a long and unforgettable moment, and then, with a deep sigh of contentment, young Mike let his body go slack and roll, half-conscious, from the still quivering figure of his ninth-grade teacher. Peggy's eyes blinked open and she sighed deeply. "Mike," she whispered. "Oh, Mike!"
She knew somehow . . . dimly . . . vaguely . . . that he was pulling his clothes back on and that he would be gone in a few minutes. She closed her eyes again, awaiting the next clap of thunder that would shake the rooftops. But all was silent now. Almost dozing, her head whirling from the excitement of the last hour, Peggy sank back onto the couch.
A few moments later she heard the loud "clack" as the door closed behind her young lover. She sat up, startled. It was some time before she recognized it for what it was and not another burst of thunder.
CHAPTER FOUR
The sun was high when Peggy awoke, and the new day was bright with promise. For a moment her heart soared and then she looked around her living room, realizing that she was still lying, her aching body naked, on the couch where young Mike Foster had fucked her until she had almost gone out of her mind. And then, at last, the full horror of her predicament struck her with all the force of the storm of the night before. She moaned quietly, feeling weak and tired and dizzy, too. Oh dear God! What had ever possessed her? What had driven her on to the lewd and obscene seduction of her student? She searched for an answer to her question, found one at last and then pushed it to the back of her mind, too shocked to face it.
The young naked teacher lay on the couch, gathering her strength for the day that lay ahead. The day that lay ahead, and the day after, and the day after that. For a long time it seemed that she could never face them and she turned to bury her face against the back of the couch. She lay there, listening for any sound. But there was only silence now no thunder, no brilliant flashes of lightning nothing but the slow and steady dripping of last night's rain from the eaves of the apartment building.
She sat up on the couch, almost disgusted by her own naked body. She had given it she had given herself to her young student the night before! She had welcomed his lewd ravishment of her, had thrilled to his obscene caresses. And now she was filled with regrets. "But I can't let this ruin my life," she told herself, knowing that she must fight against the terrible depression, the awful guilt that seemed to cover her like a shroud. "I can't let this ruin my life."
Peggy glanced around quickly until her clothes strewn across the floor caught her eye. Oh God! Why had she let him strip her? Why? Why . . .
She struggled to her feet, feeling weaker and dizzier than ever, and then bent over to pick up her clothes. They were soiled and crumpled and she kicked them aside angrily. Then she went into the bedroom and got out fresh things a clean white brassiere, a pair of white nylon panties and a pair of stockings. She found a pale green sweater and pulled that over her head, matching it with a skirt from the closet.
Feeling just a little bit better, she went into the living room and scooped up her clothes. She carried her panties and brassiere into the bathroom and dumped them into the hamper there. Then she carried her dress into her bedroom and flung it across a chair. It would have to go to the cleaners, she decided. Well, that could wait until later.
Her head was still spinning, her legs still weak and wobbly when she went into the tiny kitchenette and put a pot of coffee on to boil. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sipped it slowly, wondering what on earth she would do today. The long weekend bleak and lonely stretched ahead of her, and she knew some way of filling up the lonely hours before she went out of her mind.
She got out a pad of paper and a pencil and began to make lists of things that might conceivably occupy her. She could clean out dresser drawers, arrange her clothes in the closet.
There were bills to be paid and letters to be answered, letters from friends who had written to her since she had left home. She made a list of them, firmly resolving to send each a bright and cheery note. But, when she got out her note paper and sat down at the table, pen in hand, all her thoughts seemed to evaporate. With nothing to say, she sat at the desk drawing small and silly figures. And then when she had had enough of that she pushed pen and paper aside and got up again.
Grabbing her coat from the hall closet, the troubled teacher flung it over her shoulders, then picked up her keys and her purse and fled from the place. She picked her way through the basement garage to her car, slipped inside it, and sat huddled over the wheel for a while. It was a relief to be there, but she couldn't just stay there couldn't sit in the garage all day. She started the car and guided it up the ramp and out into the street.
The world seemed fresh and clean out here and she breathed it all in deeply. Life was good after all, she thought, brushing aside all her fears and anxieties. She would face up to those when she got back to her small apartment, but in the meantime she would relax and enjoy life as it was. And, for the moment, at least, it seemed almost beautiful.
Peggy drove far into the countryside, finding small roads and byways that she had never known existed. She parked beneath huge trees and admired their beauty, and bought a small lunch which she ate in the shade of one of the giants. And, when night fell, she found it impossible to go back home and went to a motel, where she spent a restless night of disturbed dreams.
Saturday was over at last, but Sunday loomed large before her. Her anxieties increased, and, for a while, she was certain she could never go back to the school, could never face her class again. Once more she drove around, exploring the countryside. But, when darkness fell, she seemed to have no choice but to go back to her apartment, to undress quickly and crawl into bed, hoping against hope that sleep would come at once.
Suddenly it was Monday morning and she had a class full of students waiting for her. Peggy though about that thought about the fact that one of them was Mike and ducked beneath the blankets once more. But she knew that she couldn't hide there forever, much as she would have liked to, and she emerged from beneath their soft warmth, poking her nose out like a bear coming out of hibernation.
She looked at the clock on the bedside stand. Oh, God! It was so late . . . so damned late! She would have barely enough time to shower . . .
The anxious young brunette slipped from the bed and raced to the bathroom, turning on the hot water full steam. When she stepped beneath it, she let out a little scream. Oh God! It was scalding . . . absolutely scalding! She fumbled for the cold water tap, adjusting it until the temperature was right, stood beneath the now-tepid spray for a moment, and then stepped out to dry herself and dress as quickly as she could.
No time for coffee! She found her car keys and her purse and started for the door. Halfway there she stopped, remembering the stack of papers she had planned to correct over the weekend. Well, she hadn't, she thought glumly, and there wasn't anything she could do about it at this late hour. She would just have to blurt out the truth to the kids, tell them she just hadn't gotten around to going over their papers yet. And, if anyone asked her why not, she'd just say she'd been away for the weekend. Not that anyone would ask! It wasn't really any of their business, was it?
No it wasn't, she told herself firmly. But the awful thought that someone might question her still gnawed at her belly and the even more terrible thought that Mike would certainly know she was lying made her tremble. Oh God! What if she did say she'd been away and the young student, knowing why, laughed or snickered, or something. What then? She would break down-burst into tears. She was sure of that.
Casting another glance around the apartment, wishing with all her heart that she could stay home today, that she could avoid the agony of sitting before her class and knowing that the youngster who had fucked her almost senseless just a couple of nights before was staring at her. But Peggy knew that, even if she stayed home today, she would have to go back to school tomorrow, or, if not tomorrow, then the day after oh God! She couldn't just hide in this apartment forever and so, at last, she whirled around, her heart beating wildly, and raced to the car.
At the door of the school room she hesitated again, almost terrified now of seeing young Mike. Why on earth had she asked him to her apartment that night? Why had she flunked him on that exam paper. . . surely he had seen through that ruse now, surely he had known that must have been in her mind all along. Been in her mind, she mused bitterly, yet buried so deep in her subconscious that she hadn't recognized her lewd and obscene intentions herself. But Mike had! She was certain of that.
The bell rang then, while the lovely brunette teacher still stood hesitating at the door of the school room. The noise reverberated through the halls, sounding to Peggy like the death knell. like death, she thought, there was no escape.
Peggy took a deep breath, trying to control the sudden trembling of her hands. Her knees felt like cooked spaghetti, and she was afraid they would buckle under her before she reached her desk, no more than three yards away. Oh God, she prayed, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. Oh God! Let me get through this day.
She opened the door" and started haltingly across the highly polished floor, aware that she was the object of every pair of eyes in the room. Oh God! Let me get through the day. And let me get through tomorrow, too!
Once again she breathed deeply. One day at a time, she told herself. If she could just get through today, the next day might take care of itself. She half-remembered the creed of an alcoholic she had once known, a man who had been on the "wagon" as he said, for a long time by then. "How did you manage?" she had asked. His answer reverberated through her mind, "You live one day at a time."
Well, that was what she would have to do. Live one day at a time. Get through today and maybe tomorrow would be better.
She sank into her seat at last, feeling as if she had walked the last long mile of the convicted murderer on his way to the electric chair, half-expecting some uniformed guard to appear, strapping her down, attaching the wires that would end this misery.
Could death be the penalty for rape, too? After all, hadn't she raped young Mike Foster? Hadn't she?
Oh no, she thought, making her face a smiling mask now while she cringed inwardly. Her stomach was churning just as it had on the flight out there, and she felt a little faint. But she knew that she had to go on as if nothing were the matter, had to get through this day. And, at the end of it, she thought like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow at the end of it there would be a shot of whiskey to soothe her frayed and tangled nerves. And, maybe after that, there would be the welcome oblivion that she longed for so desperately right now.
Abruptly she rapped on her desk and then her own voice came to her almost surprisingly, distant and disembodied, and she heard herself saying, 'The class will please come to order."
The shuffling that she had hardly been aware of ceased almost at once and again her voice came to her like one from some deep and remote wilderness as she called the roll. "Jerry Alden!"
"Here."
"Tom Cranach."
"Here."
"Mike Foster!" . . . Mike Foster, oh dear God!
"Here," Mike answered while a chill of terror passed through her. And then it was gone the fear was swept away like a fever which has at last broken and things were normal again. The smile that lit her face was real now, her voice completely normal. Life was worth living, after all! Nevertheless, she resolved that she would avoid Mike Foster forever after.
The day wore on, and Peggy found herself more and more interested in her class. They were a bright bunch of kids, she told herself, and she was lucky to have them as students. Teaching was a source of satisfaction, as she had known it would be, and she promised to give herself to it completely, repeating her earlier vows. When the final bell rang, she was as much at ease, as much in control of her own emotions as she had been before the terrible events of the weekend. As she set her desk in order, she hummed a little tune. Life could be beautiful, she told herself. It really could be. Glancing out the window, she saw that the day was warm and sunny, the sky a clear blue punctuated here and there by white puffs of fluffy clouds, and felt that all of nature had conspired to prove it to her.
The next few days passed without incident. Peggy went to class each morning, finding herself more and more relaxed with the youngsters she was teaching. She joked with them and laughed. She explained everything in detail, answered their questions with the best of humor, found small and subtle ways with which to gain their confidence.
At home in the evenings, she worked diligently correcting papers and preparing the lessons for the next day. When she finished she watched television or read a book. One night she got out her sewing kit and shortened a couple of skirts a chore she had been putting off for months. Only once in a while did she let her mind wander to Mike and then she quickly forgot him, letting him fade and slip away like a television program when she snapped the receiver off. By Friday night she was in her usual good spirits a little tired, perhaps, but wasn't that to be expected? and even a little bored with what she saw on television. She thought of going to a movie, then decided against it. It would be better to get to bed early, have a good night's sleep, and get up early in the morning.
But Peggy's head ached not much, but enough to trouble her. She looked through her medicine cabinet for the aspirin she was sure she'd brought with her. She couldn't find it there and looked through her traveling cosmetic kit. It wasn't there, either, so she rifled through the drawers in the dressing table in her bedroom. The young teacher decided she really should go down to the drug store and get some more she obviously didn't have any aspirin in the apartment.
It hardly seemed worth it at the moment it was dark outside and probably cold, too and her headache wasn't really that bad. But what if it got worse? Oh, damn it she'd better go and get the aspirin.
Peggy put her coat on and went down to the garage for her car. She would just dash in and pick it up, she decided. She might, though she just might have an ice cream soda or something like that. She glanced down at her trim waistline, the smooth lines of her flat belly. One ice cream soda wasn't going to hurt her Chocolate, she decided.
The attractive woman drove quickly off to the drug store and parked across the street. And then she ran across the road, her high heels clacking on the concrete surface, and up the stairs to the well lit store.
She asked for the aspirin "Oh, the small size will do" and then climbed up on one of the tall stools at the soda fountain. She looked at herself in the mirror that faced it and was pleased with what she saw. She looked calm and cool and collected and as lovely as she ever had. In spite of her worries of the past few days, no damaging wrinkles had appeared to mar her skin or engrave telltale lines about her eyes. Her dark hair hung to her shoulders, brushed to a glossy perfection and framing her face as if it were a painting. She relaxed with a little sigh of pleasure at the sight and then when the boy behind the counter asked, "What'll it be?" she gave him her most dazzling smile.
"An ice cream soda," she said. "Chocolate."
"Black and white?"
"Yes, black and white," she told him. "A chocolate soda with vanilla ice cream." She could afford to treat herself to something so fattening at least once in a while. And looking at herself again in the mirror, she confirmed the idea.
After a few minutes, she finished the soda, paid the boy, and slid down off the counter stool. She'd intended going straight home but the display of magazines and books caught her eye. Against her better judgment hadn't she decided to get back soon, to get to bed early?-she went over to it and picked up a volume. She leafed through it, wondering how on earth so many ludicrous books get published didn't editors know that readers liked to understand what went on, even in modern times? She put it back and picked up another one, turning the pages quickly. This one seemed a little better-enough to keep her occupied for a few hours anyway something to read in bed before she fell asleep and turned to go to the cash register.
And then she saw Mike!
He had just come in, had sauntered over to the soda fountain and ordered a Coke for himself. Peggy put the book down quickly, ready to run, but the young boy had already seen her, recognized her in the mirror. "Hi, Miss Nichols," he said. "How about a Coke?"
Peggy was certain that her face was scarlet, certain that the boy behind the fountain noticed her utter chagrin. "Oh, God!" she murmured. Why had she come here . . . why? She hadn't really needed the aspirin that badly, hadn't needed to hang around drinking ice-cream sodas and looking at books. Why . . . why . . . ? There was no answer to the question, no solution to her predicament but a pleasant smile and a polite refusal. "No, thank you, Mike. It's . . . it's very kind of you . . . but no . . . no thanks."
"Aw, come on, Miss Nichols. It'll do you good. It really will."
"No thanks, Mike. Really."
"Why not?"
"I just have to get back . . . "
"Yeah? Why?"
"I just have to," Peggy said apologetically. "Is there anything wrong, Miss Nichols."
"Nothing," Peggy said hastily. "Nothing at all."
"Come on, then. Come on, have a Coke."
"I just had an ice cream soda," Peggy said by way of excuse. "So? Have a Coke too. Or some coffee? "No thanks."
"Please, Miss Nichols. I'd really like you to."
Peggy shrugged. Would it really make so much difference if she sat here for a few minutes with Mike? That was all she was going to do, wasn't it?
Of course, it was she told herself as she climbed back on one of the stools. So why not? "But I really don't think I want anything Mike. Not really."
"No?"
"No."
"Cigarette?" The boy had pulled out a pack, shaking it expertly so that one emerged from the small opening, and held it out to his teacher.
Peggy shook her head. "No, Mike. No thanks."
"Sure?"
"Well.. . " In spite of her misgivings, Peggy took the proffered cigarette and let Mike light it for her. Nothing was going to happen, she assured herself. Nothing. She wouldn't let it.
She found herself relaxing a little, found herself listening to Mike's comments, found herself enjoying his nearness. Nothing was going to happen, she promised! Nothing! Not this time.
She had half-smoked the cigarette when Mike asked again, "You sure you don't want a Coke or something, Miss Nichols?"
She smiled indulgently at the boy. "Maybe coffee," she said.
"Coming up . . . one Java . . . " Mike snapped his fingers, trying to be cool, and the boy behind the counter responded with a glaring scowl. "You want something?" he asked sullenly.
"Cup of coffee for Miss Nichols," Mike said importantly. "She's the new teacher over at Hilltop High."
"One Java," the boy repeated. "Sugar, Miss Nichols? Cream?"
Sipping her coffee, Peggy felt more relaxed sitting here next to Mike Foster this way and not letting herself get carried away. It was almost fun, just enjoying the normal relationship between a teacher and a student. If that was all it was, it certainly wouldn't hurt to ask Mike if he wanted a ride home. It was the civil thing to do, wasn't it. . . the friendly thing? What any teacher would do if she ran across one of her students in these very same circumstances.
She whirled around on the counter stool and slid off it. "I've got to be getting back," she said to no one in particular. And then she smiled at Mike. "Want a lift home?"
Mike was finishing his Coke, sucking up the last of it through the two straws with a gurgling sound that sent little shivers up Peggy's spine, almost the way the scratch of chalk on a blackboard did.
"Sure I do," Mike said. "It's better than walking!"
She was impressed when Mike opened the car door for her he was a gentleman, she thought he really was. She climbed in behind the wheel, reaching over to open the door on the other side. "Hop in," she said pleasantly. And then she started the motor. "Home, James?" she asked flippantly. "Or would you like to take a little ride first?"
"I guess I'd like to take a little ride, Miss Nichols," Mike said, a little puzzled, but nevertheless willing, obviously, to try anything.
Why not? Peggy asked herself. There was absolutely no reason why the two of them-teacher and student shouldn't ride around a little. There was nothing wrong in that, was there? There was nothing wrong with it at all, she told herself.
She drove through the narrow half-deserted streets of the town, on through the main shopping district, and then out onto a long winding road that seemed to lead nowhere. But there was an end to it as the trees that lined the highway seemed to close over them, and then they reached an impasse a small clearing in the woods which really was the end of the road.
Peggy stopped so abruptly that she was almost thrown forward. "Well," she said with a bit of nervous laughter, "here we are."
"Yeah," Mike agreed. "Here we are."
Peggy cut the motor, wondering if they were "here" where they went next. Why home, she thought rationally.
"I guess I should be taking you back," she said after a long pause.
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Yes." But there was something wonderful about being up here alone with Mike this way and Peggy didn't want it to end. "All right. If you say so."
"Hey, hold on! I didn't say anything."
Peggy turned to the boy. She felt a sudden surge of excitement that she tried valiantly to suppress. "Didn't you?" she asked, her voice loud and just a little strident.
"Heck, no."
"Well, let's just sit here for a while then." Peggy heard her own words, and wondered what on earth had prompted them. Whatever it was, she was glad that she had said them. They would sit here for a few minutes and then she would take young Mike back home and that would be the end of nothing more than a pleasant but innocuous evening.
She leaned back against the seat, breathing in the fresh cool air. It was good to be up here, she thought, alone with Mike. And for the hundredth time she was struck by his resemblance to her own brother. But tonight she would manage to ignore that, she vowed. And yet.. .
Her body quivered slightly with the intensity of her remembered feelings and then she felt the faintest flicker of excitement stir her blood. That was all right, she told herself. It was good even, since she could control it.
But the excitement increased, little by little and hardly knowing what she was doing, Peggy inched closer to young Mike. Once again she felt it growing and once again she assured herself that nothing would happen this time . . . nothing at all. Casually, almost carelessly, she let her hand drop to the boy's shoulder, then ran it across it half-teasingly.
Mike's sudden start of surprised pleasure made the lovely brunette teacher's body tingle with suppressed excitement. There was a warmth spreading through her now, a warmth that seemed to start at the very center of her being and spread out over her until she trembled again. And then she felt just a hint of moisture between her legs that made her suck in her breath. Oh, God! She hadn't wanted it this way at all! She'd only wanted to look at the boy, to be near to him to be his friend! And now! Oh, God, she knew she couldn't stop now. She would never let him fuck her the way she had the other night never that. But now she felt a terrible urge to stroke his muscled young body, to run her hands down over his hips, even to slip them beneath his tight Levi's and take his slenderly youthful cock in them.
"Mike," she whispered in his ear, almost beside herself with her longing. "Mike . . . I want to . . . to . . . "
The boy glanced quickly at her and a slow and lustful grin spread across his face. "I want ya to . . . " he said lasciviously. And then he leaned back against the seat himself and slowly and obscenely pulled down the zipper on his fly.
He nodded at his teacher. "Go ahead," he said.
She closed her eyes, shuddering. How had he known! Dear God, how had he known! But she had no time to ponder the question and eagerly reached out to him, slipping her hands beneath the cotton fabric of his jockey underpants and maneuvering his already rigid young penis out into the air. She opened her eyes and looked down at his lewdly throbbing member. And then she began to stroke it while her own blood exploded into flames that enveloped her completely.
"Oh, God!" she breathed and swiftly bent her head down. She stifled a moan and a little quiver of passion shot through her aching loins. And then she parted her lips only to close them over the rigidly throbbing shaft of young Mike's penis. She felt him trembling now, answering her own excitement and then she swirled her tongue around the hard shaft of flesh. "Do you like that?" she asked Mike. "Do you?"
Jesus! Did he like it? Christ, he'd thought about things like this sometimes, in his wild fantasies, while he was stroking his cock himself, not believing it could ever happen and certainly never believing it would happen in this way.
Why Miss Nichols was practically raping him, he thought. And Christ, but it felt good!
"Do you?" the lust-crazed woman whispered again, now demanding an answer.
"Crap, yes! Yes, Miss Nichols. I like it more than anything!"
He sucked in his breath as Peggy's tongue swirled wildly again around the desire-swollen shaft of his slender penis until the tip of it found the tiny glans opening and flicked against the moistened slit while Mike moaned out his ecstasy on the front car seat. Almost maddened by the lewd sensations that engulfed him, the boy reached out to Peggy, tangling his hands in her long dark hair, pulling her face closer into his hungering loins. And then he began to move his hips up against her, face thrusting up until his eagerly throbbing penis sank deep into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
For a moment Peggy thought she would choke as the rigid rod of youthful male flesh brushed against the back of her throat. She began to gasp for breath, yet reveled even more in her wanton pleasure, enjoying the suffering she was being subjected to. In response to it she began to suck in earnest, her own moist lips ovaled wide, her cheeks hollowing and expanding. She was rewarded by the boy's more and more violent thrusts as he drove his palpitating cock harder and deeper up into her welcoming mouth.
The youngster's groans of pleasure were answered by her own sputtered murmurs and mewls, and Peggy knew that nothing could still the tingling ache between her legs but young Mike's hotly exploring fingers. Still sucking in wanton abandon, she took one of his hands in hers, guiding it down beneath her skirt. "I want you to put your hand there," she said hoarsely. "Down there, Mike. Between my legs . . . I want you to touch my pussy the way you did the last time."
Jesus, Mike thought, remembering the way he'd finger-fucked his teacher before. Here she was begging for it! He trailed his fingers along the soft white flesh of her thigh, then let his other hand rove over her body. Then he grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, then slid one hand beneath the narrow waistband of her panties while the other inched up along her thigh to slip beneath the tight elastic band at her leg, grazing the soft strands of dark hair that curled over the little mound there, moving his hand along the narrow slit of her now wildly throbbing cunt, listening to Peggy's quick short breaths that signaled her excitement to him, adding fuel to the fires that burned deep in his undulating young pelvis.
A shudder passed through Peggy's vulnerable body at the shame and degradation she was being subjected to oh, dear God! could anything be more depraved? and then she moaned with masochistic pleasure. This was the way she wanted to be fucked this lewd, perverted way with a boy years younger than she. She would submit to him completely, wallowing like an animal in her utter subjugation. For a moment her thoughts went back to her brother Bob, and then she brushed them aside, too caught up in the excitement of the moment to know more than the carnal pleasure that flooded her entire body.
The orally impaled teacher sucked even more greedily at her student's throbbing penis, swirling her tongue around its hot slender length in her maddened desire. And then she felt his finger teasing at the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it into a rigidity that quivered with need beneath his obscenely stroking fingers, sending new thrills of delight streaking through her lustfully straining body.
Completely lost in her passion, she swayed wildly on the car seat, her buttocks quivering, her whole body moving to meet the boy's lunges deep into her mouth. She felt his fingertip teasing at the small glistening opening between her legs, felt it ease into her sensitive cuntal orifice then begin to match her own sucking rhythm as he sawed in deep, withdrew, and then sawed in again.
She squirmed back and forth on his finger while the flames that threatened to consume her burned more brightly, more cruelly. Her whole body ached and tingled with her desires, her blood seethed and boiled. Peggy felt her young student responding to her, his own excitement as great as hers, his desires just as overwhelming. She slipped her hands beneath the soft spheres of his bloated balls, stroking them insanely, knowing that his hot adolescent cum waiting there would spurt forth in an instant to fulfill her depraved longings.
The lewdly undulating mouth of the impassioned teacher sucked voraciously, wantonly, oblivious to all else. She felt her warm vaginal secretions begin to seep down around the boy's rapidly pistoning finger as she approached her climax. She increased the gyrations of her rhythmically lurching buttocks, moving back and forth on the boy's extended finger until she could no longer contain her joy. She was cumming, she thought oh, dear God, cumming!
The abandoned teacher's lips encircled the young boy's throbbing cock more tightly, and then she felt the ripple of Mike's sheer ecstasy that made him groan and thrust deeper into her mouth, his whole body trembling wildly. Now she tasted the first few drops of the warm thick cum that spurted forth to spew into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, licking up every drop of his precious teenage sperm with the tip of her tongue which circled and laved his twitching cock-head.
As she did so, Mike continued to finger-fuck his impassioned teacher with an expertise that belied his years, the tip of his slender finger spearing deep inside her clasping cuntal passage to send new waves of excitement rolling across her completely submissive and subjugated body.
Together the two rose to new heights of ecstasy, their bodies quivering in close contact, every nerve-end tingling.
There was a long final shudder of joy, then, that rippled through each of them in turn before they subsided in exhausted pleasure against the seat of the car. Peggy heard Mike sigh deeply and answered that, too, with her own sigh.
She lay back against the car seat for a long time. It was only when the moon was high in the sky that she found enough strength to sit up and smooth her clothes. From the corner of her eye she saw that Mike was hurriedly zipping up his fly.
When they both looked quite respectable, Peggy Nichols started her car and drove off toward town.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the days that followed, Peggy looked back on her evening in the woods with Mike with the utmost content. She had never been so happy, she thought never, unless it was that night with Bob. And since Bob was far away and she had no hope at all of seeing him soon, she accepted the idea of Mike as a substitute . . . a "surrogate", a psychologist would have said.
Very well then, Mike was her surrogate, and she was as powerless to resist him now as she had been powerless to resist her own brother. And Mike, she was sure, was just as eager to continue to fuck his passionate young teacher at any time and in any place that she would permit. She sighed, knowing that she would let him ravish her at will.
When the young boy approached her desk one afternoon at the end of the class period and said, "Hi, Miss Nichols, would it be all right if I stopped in at your place for a while tonight?"
Peggy merely nodded her accord.
"What time?" Mike continued.
"What time?" She felt somewhat confused by his aggressiveness.
"Yeah. What time to you want me to come by?"
"Why, whenever you want, Mike," she said quickly.
"You tell me, teach', " he said, his eyes roving over her lewdly while a little sadistic smile of cruelty stretched across his youthful lips. Peggy sucked in her breath, knowing that she was completely at the boy's mercy. He had subjugated her before and now he insisted that she submit to him! Well, so be it. She knew, deep within her, that there was nothing more she wanted, nothing more she craved than this perverted relationship with the youngster.
"Well Mike," she said at last, happily obeying his command. "You can come by at a quarter to eight."
Mike shook his head. "It isn't when I can come by, Miss Nichols," he said. "It's when do you want me to come by."
Acknowledging his hold over her, Peggy averted her eyes submissively. "Yes, Mike," she murmured.
"Well?" He was waiting, staring at her with a smug expression. His manner was unbearably arrogant. "When, Miss Nichols? When shall I come?"
"I . . . I.. . " Peggy stammered, feeling a flush of shame and humiliation engulf her, turning her face a bright red. But it excited her almost as much as anything she had ever known at the same time. It was wonderful, she thought, to be forced to beg in this way. "Please, Mike," she said with a voice that was barely audible, "please come to see me at about a quarter to eight." With a smile of sadistic domination on his face, Mike turned and walked out of the classroom.
Waiting for him that evening, Peggy's nerves were on edge. In spite of her passion for the young boy, she had moments of self recrimination, as well as of fear. This was so wrong, she told herself. She had corrupted the boy there were even times when she thought of herself as a child molester. And certainly the rest of the world would see her as such. Oh, dear God! What if someone were to learn about her torrid affair? What then? She shuddered, merely thinking of the consequences. She would lose her job, be forced to leave town she might even go to jail! Oh, dear God!
But no one would ever learn, she assured herself. She would certainly never tell anyone. And Mike surely Mike would never tell, either. She relaxed a little, feeling more secure.
Yet she found that her knees were trembling when the doorbell rang at last Mike was a few minutes late and she went to let him in. The very sight of him standing there before her sent little thrills through her and she said huskily, "Come on in, Mike. It's good to see you . . . "
The boy stepped inside and followed her into the living room. "Won't you sit down?" she asked. She wondered how he would act tonight would they chat for a while and then begin to pet, tentatively at first, casually discreetly even? Peggy's eyes widened. No matter how they began, she knew how it would end. Mike would fuck her half silly, spearing his slender young penis into her welcoming cunt as she lay groaning beneath him, bucking and twisting ecstatically. Her stomach seemed to tighten at the thought.
"Won't you sit down?" she asked again, waiting for Mike to speak, to move. But the boy made no response.
They stood facing one another for a long exciting moment. Then suddenly Mike grasped her by the shoulders, his young hands digging into her flesh until she winced with pain. He pulled her closer, crushing her breasts against his developing chest, and then his hands roved down her back to roam across the soft cheeks of her undulating buttocks.
Oh, God, Peggy thought. I have to have him. Right or wrong good or bad I have to have him! She was trembling now with the lust that she could not control, responding to his caressing hands, reveling in her perverted pleasure. Almost involuntarily she pressed her full lips down to his and her tongue flicked out in a long wet kiss. She glanced down quickly and saw the lewd bulge in the front of his pants, and then her hand inched down them until she found his lurching cock beneath it. She began to stroke it lewdly, sensuously. A wild excitement flowed through her body and she hastily unzipped his fly and inserted her hand beneath his Levi's. She took his slender but rigid member in her hand, then trailed a fingernail across the sensitive underside until the boy gasped.
"Oh, Jesus! Jesus, Miss Nichols."
She was breathing hard now, waiting for the ecstatic moment when the boy would slip his hand beneath her sheer white blouse, slip it beneath the skimpy lace brassiere she wore and knead her soft white breasts, to tease and coax her nipples into hard and throbbing little buds of desire. But suddenly the boy stepped away, and there was again the hint of cruelty on his face she had seen there before. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.
Peggy shook her head. Why did he have to do this to her? He knew what she wanted? Why did he have to do this?
But she knew the answer as well as he did. He wanted to humiliate her, to shame her, to bend her to his will. Her face turned scarlet at the idea of groveling before him and yet the idea thrilled her. She took a deep breath and then murmured, "Fuck me, Mike. That's what I want you to do."
"That's just exactly what I want to do," Mike said.
The young high school student stepped away from her, playing her game now, and twitching his lips in a leer that was utterly incongruous in a youth his age. And then he ordered, "Go into the bedroom."
"Yes, Mike." She was docile as a kitten now, almost purring as she spoke. She turned and started across the room but Mike, following close behind her, caught her and pulled her back toward him, grinding his hard young penis into the crevice between her round firm ass-cheeks.
In a moment he released her, ordering again, "Get into the bedroom." Jesus, his penis was raging now, his loins aching with his own need to fuck this teacher of his. But he would make her crawl first, he decided it would be better that way. Turn the tables on her be her master this time, just as she had power over him at school.
Peggy stood before him trembling now, her eyes wide with mingled lust and apprehension. She breathed heavily again, praying that he would unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders, that he would unhook her brassiere and let it fall to the floor.
Mike knew that his now-docile teacher wanted him to do that, but young as he was, the boy understood that the lovely brunette would be even more aroused if he refused to accede to her wishes. He licked his lips, then ordered, "Get undressed!"
"Get undressed?" Peggy seemed not to understand.
"Yeah. Get undressed. Take your clothes off."
The trembling teacher nodded. "Yes," she said. "Yes, Mike."
She began slowly to unbutton her blouse, then heard Mike's voice, cutting as a whip. "And make it quick!"
Her stomach was churning with her excitement, fed by Mike's unreasonable but thrilling demands. She would do anything for him, anything! Quickly she stripped off her blouse and then her brassiere, tossing both onto a chair near the foot of the bed. She stood quivering then, her full round breasts throbbing at the cool air that blew across them.
'Take off the rest," he growled. "Your panties. Take 'em off, too."
The trembling brunette hurriedly pulled the scanty nylon down over her trembling white buttocks, over her firm smooth thighs, then the length of her shapely legs, stepped out of them, and then kicked them aside. She stood before the boy, her voluptuous naked body exposed to his lewd teenage gaze. Cringing with shame she waited for his next command. But it was a long time before he ordered, "Turn around."
She shivered fearfully. Oh, God! The thought of what she was doing standing here naked before her young student while he stared lasciviously at her merely heaped further indignities on her. And yet she welcomed them. She welcomed them!
She felt his eyes boring into her, felt them on her almost like hands stroking her quivering ass-cheeks, running the length of the narrow crevice between them, even teasing at the tiny puckered circle of her anus.
When the degrading inspection was over, shaking with relief, Peggy heard Mike bark, "Get on the bed!" She did as she was told, dropping to it quickly, then turning over to lie outstretched atop the mattress.
She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them she saw that Mike was stripping off his clothes just as hastily as she had herself. And then he too dropped to the bed, kneeling over her now, his legs straddling her thighs. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he whispered hoarsely.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me."
Her young student leaned forward, grasping the two snowy peaks of her breasts in both hands, and began to squeeze and knead them so brutally that Peggy whimpered with pain. But there was immense pleasure in it too, a pleasure she had hardly dared to imagine before. Scarcely knowing what she was doing, she caught Mike's tangled hair between her fingers and guided his head down the length of her now taut and tingling body to the softly curling strands of brown hair between her thighs. Writhing beneath him she spread her legs apart, pulling Mike's head close until the pink hair-lined slit of her pulsating cunt was only inches from his youthful lips. "Do it, Mike," she whispered. "Oh, God! Do it!"
This time she needed to say no more. Mike placed his hands on the moistly throbbing edges of his teacher's cunt, levering her thighs wide until the full length of her narrow vaginal furrow was exposed to his eyes, until even the small and quivering bud of her clitoris was visible. His tongue flicked out, lizard-like, and whipped its way in, darting deep into her hotly pulsating vagina.
Peggy began to rotate her hips slowly and sensually, gasping with sexual hunger for this student who reminded her of her older brother, and then she pressed her needing pussy up closer to Mike's lewdly grinning face. She moaned in a low passionate voice as the adolescent's tongue slipped away from her clasping vaginal walls and then licked teasingly at the crevice of her moist warm slit, flicking his tongue back and forth maddeningly against the tender button of her little clitoris, coaxing it into an urgently pulsing hardness.
The young woman needed no prompting now. "Fuck me, Mike," she implored him, her voice breathless with her need to feel his slender young penis deep inside her. "Fuck me."
He waited only long enough to flick his tongue once more against her erectly quivering clitoris, then inched his body forward above her. When his eagerly swollen cock was poised directly over her throbbing vagina, he arched forward and the glistening tip of his adolescent penis pressed tentatively at the small tight entrance to her loins. She felt the exquisite and almost unbearable pleasure he awakened in her as his rigid flesh brushed it way in between her soft cuntal hair. And then suddenly he thrust his stiffly aching member up into the welcoming depths of her lust-tortured pussy.
Peggy groaned with renewed excitement, with a lewd anticipation she had never imagined possible. He probed deeper into her narrow cuntal channel, pushing into the warm anal wet passage hidden deep within her belly. Her face bathed in perspiration, she guided his eager hands between her two firmly rounded ass-cheeks, toward the tiny hole hidden there. Mike found the gently flexing anal orifice, already moist from the dampness seeping from the teacher's hot wet cunt.
He probed at the tight little nether entrance, and then with a sudden swift movement, wormed his middle finger deep into the clasping wet opening without stopping. Peggy gasped with pain as the tight little ring of her anal flesh gave way, popping open to suck his finger inside to the first knuckle. As the pain ebbed and pleasure replaced it, she ground her buttocks back hard onto his lewdly imbedded finger, as Mike's swollen young cock thrust deep into her hungry vagina, sending wave after wave of pure licentious pleasure coursing through her shuddering body. With his finger and his lust-engorged penis moving in unison, Mike began to thrust rhythmically in and out, his passion growing while the ecstatic young woman thrashed beneath him in wanton delight.
Every nerve in her body seemed to tingle now as Mike quickened his strokes, spearing in and out of her obscenely skewered orifices with the force of his youth, his tender balls slapping against the widespread moons of her ass-cheeks. She felt the warm vaginal moisture seep down from her throbbing passage onto her straining buttocks as she approached the climax she wanted so desperately. Moaning ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason now, knowing only the lust that permeated every cell of her body, she pressed her open mouth wetly to her young student's lips.
Mike felt his hot sperm churning unbearably within his swollen testicles, felt the moment of seminal explosion nearing.
"Look out, Miss Nichols, here it comes! Here it comes!" he moaned against her crushing lips as his eager young cum spurted forth to fill the warm, greedy cuntal passage of his pretty teacher. With an animal-like moan, he spurted all of it into her hotly sucking vaginal depths, his cock jerking and twitching madly until at last his teenage balls were drained. Then he collapsed over Peggy Nichol's still quivering body as she moaned out the finish of her own violent climax.
She lay beneath him, limp with exhaustion. And then a sudden movement in the room startled her and she turned quickly, stifling a scream. They weren't alone! She and Mike weren't alone!
Peggy squinted in the semi-darkness, trying to focus her eyes as the ethereal forms seemed to swim in and out of view. At last she recognized them! Two young boys students of hers too-stood there. In the midst of her shock she gasped, "What are you doing here?" One of them shuffled with the slightest hint of embarrassment and then confessed, "the door was open so we just came in."
"How did you know where I lived?" she snapped at them, sitting up suddenly and pulling the covers over her. But she didn't need to listen to their answer. She knew--knew all too well. Mike had told them Mike had asked them here.
Abruptly she buried her face in her hands, bursting into tears. "Oh, God, Mike," she sobbed. "How could you? How could you?"
"I didn't do nothin', " the teenager mumbled, suddenly a child again. "I didn't honest, Miss Nichols."
She looked at him, amazed at the extreme of behavior that this fourteen year old boy was capable of. A few minutes earlier Mike had been acting like a man, and now he was sniveling like an adolescent. And these boys standing there Jim Lotham and Dave Masters her own students, had their eyes riveted to the floor like guilty five year olds.
Suddenly the thought struck her that if they were like children now, in a few more minutes they might be like men. They were capable of changing just as quickly as Mike had. In spite of her anger she found the thought comforting.
"You want me to make them go away?" Mike asked.
Peggy shook her head. "It's a little late for that, isn't it?" she asked. "Yeah, I guess so."
Peggy Nichols buried her face in her hands again and then felt a gentle touch across her shoulders, comforting her. She turned to see that it was Jim Lotham who was caressing her in this way and she was grateful to him for his tenderness. She turned to press her face against his quivering young body, feeling safer than she had a moment ago.
But the boy's stroking continued, becoming more and more urgent, and then at last he ran one hand down over Peggy's soft smooth breast.
She looked up at him quickly, feeling betrayed once more. Was that why they'd come? She shrank away from the boy, but he reached out to grasp her still more tightly, holding her close. And then he began to tease at one quivering nipple with his fingers, rolling it between forefinger and thumb, speaking softly to her as he did so.
Peggy sat perfectly still as the realization sank in that this was by no means a mere child caressing and comforting her. This was a boy as adult in his ways as any grown and experienced man far more sophisticated than she had imagined possible. He knew what he wanted, too and what he wanted was Peggy. And she had no doubt that he knew how to get it, too.
The idea of being defiled once again sent new and even more depraved thrills through the young teacher. Her breasts throbbed and it seemed that every nerve in her body tingled with a new electric charge of excitement. She wanted Jim to go on, wanted him just as much as she had earlier wanted Mike. She lay back against the pillow, scarcely moving as the boy trailed his fingers across her white trembling breasts. Again he took her two nipples between thumbs and forefingers, rolling them about painfully yet pleasurably, and one more time it seemed that little fires were lit in her blood, sending their small flames shooting through her veins.
And then the fire spread to the tips of her fingers and down through her quivering thighs and legs, to the very center of her newly aroused body until it raged beyond control.
Her need for this young boy had become unbearable and she moaned in her anguish, crying out to him. But it was Dave Masters who stepped forward then, who began to stroke her naked belly in answer to her anguished demand, who trailed his moist tongue down the white flesh of it, stopping for a moment to swirl it around the soft indentation of her navel.
Peggy knew that she must have both boys then that nothing else would satisfy her and she held her hands out to the two of them. She waited for them to take them, to signal that they, too, would soon possess her. She wondered what else she must do, what she must say. And then she knew that words were needless. Their ages were different yet their feelings were the same. It was hard to understand, but was it necessary to? Couldn't she just accept that fact?
Of course, she could! She sighed and stirred slightly, wondering if she should speak to them, telling them what she wanted. But that wasn't necessary either. She heard the rustle of cloth, and knew that both boys were stripping, that they were now as naked as she was. She closed her eyes, sighing again.
The young teacher felt something hard, firm, and warm brushing against her mouth, and knew that it must be young Jim Lotham's blood-hardened penis, the head swollen, the shaft stiff as iron, pressing against her still moistly glistening mouth.
Parting her lips, she ovaled them around the boy's lustfully throbbing cock. As the eager young rod of flesh sank deep within the heated wetness of her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around and around the rigid member, around and around the soft bulbous tip while she tasted the first thick drops of the boy's cum that oozed prematurely from the small glans.
Oh, God! It was so good, lying on the bed, sucking Jim's eager young penis! And it was so good to feel Dave's nearness as he hovered over her hadn't Mike done the same thing in just the same way? his cock jutting out from his eager young pelvis, ready to double to triple-her lustful pleasure, to multiply it infinitely-all of them so much like the knowledgeable older brother who'd brought her such ecstasy when she was a child. Peggy reached her hand out to trace a wavering pattern across Dave's back, taunting and inflaming the panting teenager to further passion. And then at last she felt his quickened young penis pressing at the still moist opening of her vagina, the edges still soaked and dripping from young Mike's warm wet cum. Dave probed gently, prodding teasingly, and then his hand slipped down to her narrow cuntal slit and he drew one long finger the entire quivering length of it. like Mike, he found the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris and plucked at it wantonly, sparking new excitement in Peggy's tautly accepting body. She arched up, whimpering softly. And then she ovaled her mouth again around Jim's hard young cock that speared deep between her lips, and sucked greedily at the bloated head while she began to thrust her loins up against Dave's teasing finger that sent new chills of pleasure shooting through her.
Peggy was beyond all reason now, beyond everything but the depraved ecstasy of this moment and her utter degradation at the hands of her students. A thought drifted idly through her mind, like a single cloud in a summer sky, and she wondered if there was any end to the depravity she would submit to, any end to her own evil. But the thought drifted away and she knew nothing but the wild joy of being ravished by these two new young boys.
The lustful teacher arched up again, thrusting her pelvis hard against Dave's throbbing cock, and she felt the tight small opening of her cuntal passage give way against his rigid cock-flesh as he slid deep up inside her. Impaled on his slender young cock, she let her legs splay open wide, clasping them tight around his youthful hips as he began to saw in and out in long smooth strokes, setting her wildly throbbing vagina afire. His hands roved boldly over her naked body, his fingers leaving trails of burning excitement behind them. All the while Peggy sucked more and more greedily on Jim's cock which speared in and out of her warm wet mouth in perfect rhythm with the other boy's cock fucking deep into her vagina. A moan of sheer joy escaped the teacher and her full sensuous breasts heaved and quivered as Dave dropped his head down to one soft mound, his tongue flicking out to lave the throbbing pink nipple.
Still sucking voraciously on Jim's stiff and eager penis, Peggy nevertheless managed to pull Dave's head forward and to tangle her hands through his hair. Sensing her need, he fastened his lips over the small bud of her erect little nipple and began to suck on it, his cheeks hollowing and expanding just as her mouth did, as it held Jim's penis buried so deeply in the warm oral depths of his teacher.
It was Jim's turn to move closer to their frenzied brunette teacher, tangling his own hands in her dark hair, pulling her face tighter into his wildly gyrating pelvis. The lewd excitement that had coursed through her before seemed to mount to grow and Peggy knew it would be only a moment before she exploded. She closed her eyes in her lust and passion, hoping against hope that she could give to her young students the joy they gave to her-hoping that their passion mounted with hers-that they were as close to climax as she was.
And then it seemed that her mind went blank. The wanton woman knew nothing thought of nothing but merely felt wave after wave of the purest sensuality roll across her battered body. She moaned again and again, writhing about insanely, as the two youths continued their frenzied fucking, spearing into the two moistly glistening orifices simultaneously.
Jim's young cock was twitching wildly now and Peggy felt the first warm drops of his long pent-up sperm that spurted the length of his penis to spill forth into her openly suctioning mouth. She whimpered as she tasted the thick heady fluid of his passion, then gulped it down, swallowing it quickly. At almost the same time she felt Dave's penis harden and smack deeper and deeper into her moistened cuntal passage until it seemed to reach her very cervix deep inside. It was then that she felt his boiling sperm gush forth, filling her vagina.
She jerked her legs back and up as her own orgasmic fluids seeped forth to mingle and pool with those of the wildly fucking youth. Still swallowing, still bucking and thrashing beneath the taut bodies of both teenage boys, she moaned again, half-sobbing out her pleasure, unaware that her first lover, Mike, was silently watching all this from across the room.
Peggy had no idea how long she lay there beneath the two, how long it was before her trembling body went limp and her legs splayed out obscenely to the sides. She knew that each of the boys had at last withdrawn his now deflated penis, that each had rolled, exhausted, to her side. And she knew, too, that finally all three of them rose, pulled on their clothes, and with a few murmured words, took their leave.
After that, all Peggy could manage was to fall into a deep, all-consuming sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
The next few weeks seemed to fly past. Peggy went to school each morning, no longer afraid to face the three boys who sat at the back of the class and with whom she had experienced such depravity. They would never tell, she knew-and in class they became models of behavior. After school was out, though, it was a different matter altogether.
Inevitably, each night one of the boys would turn up at Peggy's apartment, eager and anxious to fuck her once again taking her in every possible position. Sometimes they made love to her on the couch in the living room, sometimes on the bed. There were evenings when one of the three Mike or Dave or Jim would turn up alone. But there were other nights when they all came together, and locked together in strange lustful contortions, all four of them experienced the heights of depraved pleasure.
The young teacher wished that this way of life could go on forever. But she knew that it would have to stop at least briefly while she entertained her brother. She had picked up the mail in her post-office box one afternoon as she came back from school, and had found a letter from him. With trembling fingers she opened it, then read:
Dear Sis, Guess you 're surprised to hear from me, although I don't know why. We are kith and kin after all. And it's a long time since I've seen you.
Anyway, the big news is that I've landed a terrific job in . . . guess where? Well, you probably can't so I'd better tell you. It's in the Middle East, of all places. To be more specific, it's in Saudi Arabia. Doesn't that sound romantic to you, or are you too young to remember those Rudolph Valentino movies where he plays a sheik and steals into the heroine's tent at night.
Anyway, that's where I'm going, to work for one of the biggest oil companies over there. First, though, I thought it might be fun to stop by and visit my kid sister for a few days. How about it, Peg? Think you could put me up . . . and put up with me at the same time? Sure hope so, Sis, 'cuz I'm practically on my way . . . "
The letter had been signed "Big Brother Bob" and Peggy had had a thrill of excitement at seeing his name there, at the idea of his visit.
She wondered how long he planned to stay, knowing that she would have to be discreet during his visit. Dave and Mike and Jim would have to understand that but, of course, they would. And she would make it up to them later. Why, she could even invite them all to a party before Bob arrived. That would be the thing to do.
She mentioned the matter to Mike when he stopped by a few evenings later. "Tell the other boys," she suggested. "Do that, will you?"
"Sure, Miss Nichols."
"We'll have a bang-up party just before my brother gets here. Okay?"
"Sure." And Mike promised to invite Jim and
Dave.
He was as good as his word and Peggy awaited them eagerly on the following Friday evening. God, she thought, sipping a Scotch as she listened for the doorbell God, what would Bob think of his little sister now?
Depraved, she decided. That would be his opinion of her. Depraved and perverted and disgusting. But she didn't care. She needed these boys, needed to be caressed and fondled and, yes, fucked by them. She couldn't help it. She couldn't repress her lewd desires.
She forgot about everything else at the sound of the doorbell and went to answer it. The three boys were standing in the hall, and she gave a little gasp of pleasure at the sight of them. Could her relationship with these boys really be so wrong, when all of them took such joy in what went on here?
She led them into the living room, talking casually to them. She knew that their eyes were roving over her, that merely being in her presence excited them. She talked quickly small talk with almost no meaning. Would they like drinks? They said they would and she poured a glass for each of them. Cigarettes? The boys had brought their own and lit one, passing it around. It was sweet and as Peggy drew on it, inhaling deeply, she knew that she was smoking marijuana.
The drug made her head whirl but at the same time relaxed her completely. She felt no inhibitions whatsoever now, felt nothing but her own ever growing desire. And when she could restrain it no longer she got up. "Do you want to . . . " she asked, knowing that they would understand. It was hardly necessary to spell it out and yet she did. "Do you want to fuck me?"
With no more qualms than Peggy herself had shown, the boys rose one by one and followed her as she led them into the bedroom. They watched without the slightest sign of shock as she began to strip her clothes off, pulling her dress over her head and dropping it on the floor, unhooking the elastic band of her brassiere and letting her firm round breasts spring free as she took the bit of lace off and tossed aside. She stepped back while the three boys stood before her in open-mouthed admiration. And then Mike stepped forward to hook his fingers beneath the waistband of her thin nylon panties and pull them off.
She stood before her young students, her naked body trembling with excitement, her skin tingling, every nerve and fiber alive. Oh, God, she was depraved, she was degenerate she was [nothing but a whore! But that was what she wanted--wanted more than anything in the world and now she would give herself to these young boys, would satisfy every erotic instinct they might have. It was all that she wanted ill!
For the briefest moment she thought of the realities involved. It flashed through her mind that she had left the door unlocked! Oh God! Someone might walk in and discover her like this, discover her being fucked by her own students. But who would? No one, she told herself, dismissing the thought. And she quickly suppressed her impulse to dash through the apartment and close the door more securely. No one would see her, she assured herself. No one!
And then she forgot all about such mundane matters as first one of the young boys and then another began to stroke her quivering flesh, running their hands over every inch of her soft smooth skin. She dropped to the bed, letting her legs open obscenely wide while one of the boys ran his tongue up and down the length of the quivering lips of her cunt, while another teased the swollen nipples of her breasts, as still a third hurriedly undressed, preparing to fuck her this time until she would scream with ecstasy.
* * *
A taxi drove up in front of a small apartment building, and a tall handsome young man stepped out, gathered his luggage together, and then paid the driver. Bob Nichols stared at the rather dull-looking facade of the building, lost for a moment in thought.
So this was where Peggy lived. Little Peggy! He wondered which of the windows was his sister's apartment, and then seeing that some were dark wondered if she was home. She might have gone to a movie or something, he thought. Perhaps a P.T.A. meeting. Well, he would find out pretty soon. He picked up his bag and carried it to the front door.
There was a button outside the lobby with Peggy's name beside it and he rang it. But there was no answer and so he rang again. When there was still no answer, he turned the door handle. The door opened and he walked inside. Bob went over to the mailbox and found the number of Peggy's apartment neatly printed on it. "3-A." Okay, so now he knew. He went to the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor.
When he stepped out he looked up and down the hall. Apartment "A" must be that way, he thought, heading down the corridor. It wasn't though, so he turned around and walked back in the opposite direction.
Bob Nichols found his sister's apartment at last and saw with relief that there was a thin strip of light showing through the crack beneath the door. Good, he told himself. She must be home. He wondered for a moment if he should have wired her or telephoned perhaps, saying he'd arrive tonight. But then he had wanted to surprise his sister, and a telegram would have spoiled everything.
He rang the doorbell and heard it sound within. But there was no answer so he rang it again. When there was still no answer he tried the door, just as he had downstairs.
This too was unlocked, and he pushed it open, stepping into the tiny hallway. There was a dim light coming from the living room and he went in there, looking around and calling out, "Peggy! Hey, Peg!"
But still no one answered, so Bob set his bag down near the sofa. He turned and noticed the bottle of Scotch on the coffee table, the four half-empty glasses, and the bowl of melting ice. "Who's been eating my porridge? he cracked, and then picked up a glass and poured a drink for himself. He swallowed it quickly and poured another, still looking around the room.
He decided to try the bedroom, since he had looked just about everywhere else. The door was closed and he pushed it open quietly. Christ, he thought, a smug expression on his face. Is Peggy going to be surprised?
The room was dim, lit only by the pale strips of moonlight creeping beneath the half-drawn blinds. Bob stood for a moment trying to focus his eyes, becoming adjusted to the semi-darkness. Then he saw something moving in the room, something that made him suck his breath in deeply and rivet his eyes to the dark form of undulating human bodies. Jesus! That was Peggy lying on the bed it had to be Peggy.
She was stripped naked, her lovely body awash with moonlight, her voluptuous figure dimly outlined by the pale yellow beams. And then he realized that she was surrounded literally surrounded by naked young boys. Good God! They couldn't be more than fourteen years old not one of them!
As he moved slightly closer, opening the door just a bit wider, he saw that one of the boys was kneeling above his little sister, and by the light of the pale moon the visitor saw that this kid I was going to fuck Peggy, that this boy was going I to fuck his sister. Bob stood frozen to the spot as the boy stroked the swollen mounds of Peggy's heaving breasts, running his fingers delicately over the white skin, trailing his hand lightly over the softly swelling plane of her belly.
Beneath him Peggy writhed and twisted, murmuring all the while, flinging her head back until Bob could see that her face was contorted with sheer lust. Her eyes were closed, her body quivered, and she reached forth to tangle her hands in the boy's hair, to pull his head down along her outstretched form Bob saw his moist and eager tongue trail across its length and then he slid backward until he was between her widespread legs. Once again his tongue flicked forward while his sister's legs scissored open even more and Bob could see could see the long slit of her vagina, see the hair-lined lips quivering with anticipated pleasure, see the little bud of her clitoris throbbing in lustful torment.
Peggy was moaning now in wild abandon and Bob saw the boy's young and eager penis. It was hard and swollen, an iron rod quivering in anticipation. Bob's eyes shifted again and he saw that another youth Christ! how many were there? How many was Peggy taking at the same time? was standing near the bed. His young penis too, jutted out from his almost hairless pelvis and as Bob watched he brushed the blood engorged tip against Peggy's half-parted lips. Once again his sister moaned and then she ovaled her lips wider to take the hard young cock deep into her mouth.
As Bob watched in utter fascination, she began to suck greedily on this cock buried deep in her mouth at the same time pulling the other youth forward until his penis was poised directly above the glistening orifice of her vagina. "Fuck me," she managed to mutter, swallowing, her lips sliding up and down the length of the cock that she held between them. "Fuck me!"
The boy kneeling above her sent his slim young cock burrowing into Peggy's vagina, pressing forward until she seemed to take it into the depths of her belly. Bob's sister was writhing now in unfeigned and undisguised ecstasy, her hips and buttocks rising to meet the thrusts of this lust-inflamed adolescent. She thrashed about in her wantonly intense passion and then stretched out her hand to take the pulsating cock of still a third boy, rubbing the length of his rigidity, massaging it in her wild abandon in time to the two other cocks that were so lewdly violating her.
Bob felt his own cock lurch beneath his pants, felt an aching in his loins. And then he felt a sudden flash of anger. Who the hell were these kids to fuck his sister in this way? She didn't belong to them if anything, she belonged to him. He remembered that night so many years before, remembered the way he'd pressed forward, burying his own still member deep up into Peggy's cuntal passage, remembered how she had writhed and bucked beneath him until that incredible moment when the two of them had reached their explosive climaxes simultaneously. Jesus! The thought of that night was almost enough to send him climbing up the walls right here and now. And here were these kids . . .
He felt a moment of cold fury, of utter hatred for the boys fucking into Peggy's mouth and cunt. Jesus, he'd like to paste them a couple-beat the bejesus out of them . . . who the hell did they think they were, anyway?
He watched, breathing hard now, his heart thumping like a distant drum, as the boy kneeling between his sister's widespread legs hunched forward, his slender but rigid cock brushing teasingly at the small and glistening orifice there. And then he saw the member slide deep within her cuntal walls, slide in almost to the hilt while Peggy moaned ecstatically.
Bob turned away in disgust, hating the young boy more than ever, almost loathing his sister. His own body seemed swathed in flames now, his nerves tingling. Goddamn it all!
Bob suddenly groaned and then, not thinking at all, strode forward. He clapped one hand on Mike's shoulder, thrusting him crudely and brutally aside. The boy crashed to the floor, cursing this stranger who had appeared so unexpectedly, then watched in amazement as this powerful man shoved young Dave aside too. And then he dropped to the bed astride his sister, hastily pulling his clothes off.
Peggy opened her lust-clouded eyes, not sure what had happened, knowing only that someone something had intervened to end her moment of ecstasy. And then it gradually dawned on her that this man was Bob this was her brother!
She sucked in her breath, frightened at first, and then excited beyond all reason at this unexpected appearance. "Bobby," she murmured, her mind racing back to that first night when he had ravished her. "Bobby!" Was it her imagination that sound of thunder? The flashes of lightning? Peggy shook her head, now knowing and not caring. Nothing mattered now but that Bobby had come back. And as he dropped to the bed beside her thrilled and tingling body, she could do nothing but repeat his name half beneath her breath. "Bobby . . . Bobby . . . Bobby . . . "
"You little whore!" he said angrily, lifting her slightly, turning her and then giving her a swift sharp slap across her trembling buttocks. "You little whore!"
Tears filled Peggy's eyes. "Oh, Bobby . . . Bobby!"
"Bobby what?"
She was sobbing quietly now, thinking that he was right. "I'm . . . " she was about to admit it to him, admit that she was nothing but the slut he thought her. But something stopped her just in time. "I want you, Bobby," she murmured.
"Want what?"
"I want you to fuck me . . . "
"Yeah? And those kids? Why did you bring them here?"
"I don't know," she whimpered. "I don't know. Except that Mike . . . Mike looks just like you. Oh, Bobby, I want you to fuck me."
"Yeah? Well that's great, because that's just what I'm going to do!" He gave her another sharp slap across her quivering ass-cheeks and then seized her legs, spreading them wide. Bob's tongue flicked out to probe hotly at the wet pink lips of her still quivering vagina.
Peggy felt little sparks explode in her blood, like a burst of fire-works, adding fuel to the flames that already engulfed her. Tongues of searing fire seemed to lick at her and she ground her buttocks into the mattress as if she could find refuge there. But the raging conflagration continued to burn deep in her body, continued to spread through her trembling body, sending waves of illicit pleasure through her. She was enjoying this wicked and evil though it was. She closed her eyes and felt a tear slip from beneath her eyelid to slide scaldingly down her cheek. It was wicked more so even than what she had done with her young students. And yet she knew that she would never stop her brother, even if she had the power to.
Bob lifted her up again to slip his hands beneath her nakedly quivering buttocks, cupping and squeezing them in his own demanding desire. The powerful man stared in triumph at the fleshy pink lips of his sister's cunt which now lay open to him open and inviting at the trembling little bud of her clitoris, at the small and moistly wet opening of her vagina.
A shiver of sheer ecstasy shot through Peggy, lying helpless now beneath her brother. She saw him reach for his hard and massive penis, saw him draw the foreskin back lewdly while he massaged the fleshy shaft until a few drops of lubricating fluid oozed from the tip. "Remember, Peggy?" he asked her then, quietly, coolly. "Remember?"
"Remember what?" Peggy moaned. And then she sighed. "Oh, Bobby!"
"I want to fuck you," Bob said and everything seemed clear again. That night with the thunder rolling and the lightning flashing and Bobby saying coolly and quietly, "I want to fuck you."
She lay back against the mattress, while Bob grasped his throbbing shaft firmly in his hand and pressed it against Peggy's drenched and excited pussy, using the thick bulbous head to part the sparse hair that crowned it, to part the fleshy lips. And then he pressed forward, burrowing into the warm and narrow channel.
Peggy gasped as the swollen tip pressed into the tight little opening and then felt the pleasure that overcame the pain, felt the joy of receiving her brother's hard and virile cock deep up in her belly. He thrust in and out now, filling her almost to bursting, flexing his cock inside her vagina, little mewls of pleasure escaping his sister's lips as he began a slow rocking above her, fucking into her clasping pussy with long quick strokes that sent his penis deep into the depths of her clasping cunt.
Bob slipped his hand beneath her buttocks and slid his fingers around to the narrow crevice between her quivering ass-cheeks. Peggy felt his middle finger as it searched up and down the narrow slit and then sucked in her breath as he found the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
He probed it gently at first, while little shocks of pleasure quickened Peggy's blood. And then with a sudden swift movement he plunged a linger into the soft rubbery opening there while Peggy stifled a cry of pain. But the pain ebbed and gave way to a pleasure more intense, more exciting than any she had ever known. She moved back and forth now, moved from side to side, impaled on her brother's finger as well as on his burrowing cock. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with her wild and abandoned lust.
The writhing young woman felt the warm fluids seeping forth from her tight little cuntal passage and wound her fingers in her brother's hair. "Oh, God! I'm cumming . . . Bobby . . . I'm cumming!" she moaned. She began to rotate her hips wildly, the walls of her clasping vagina sucking her brother's hard cock into her. And then she felt the sudden shock of Bobby's sperm burst forth, spurting out to meet her own orgasmic juices.
The two of them brother and sister-rocked back and forth together, bound to one another in their ecstasy until at last their strength was gone and their frenzied motions ceased. They lay still at last, locked together in the lewd embrace of carnal love.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Peggy had no idea what time it was when she saw that the three boys were pulling on their clothes and hurrying out of the room with barely so much as a "good-bye." But it hardly mattered. She was with Bobby now, lying in his arms, all passion spent.
The front door closed and she knew that her students would soon be home. She sighed with relief. She hardly cared if she saw them again; it was enough to lie here in her brother's arms, happy and satisfied.
Peggy listened to his deep breathing, knowing that he was happy too. And she tightened her arm around him, leaning her head on his shoulder, closing his eyes and sleeping peacefully.
When she opened her eyes she realized that Bob was awake too, staring at her with admiration. "Gee, Peg," he said finally, "I didn't really expect.. . I mean, I really didn't know . . . "
She placed her finger over his mouth, shushing him. "Don't talk, Bobby," she pleaded. "Not right now." She moved closer to him, feeling her own warm naked flesh pressed against his. She had never been happier, never.
She looked at Bob, saw that his gaze was calm and peaceful, that he too was willing to accept what had passed between them the night before. With a sigh of contentment she ran her fingers across his bare shoulder, then leaned forward to press her lips against his.
She felt the urgency of his mouth on her own, felt the sudden sweep of his tongue against her parted lips and then the excitement as it plowed between them to swirl against her own. She lay beside him for a long moment while small thrills convulsed her, awakening all the old memories and with them all the old desires. And then she moved closer to him, half-grinding her loins up against his.
Bob opened his eyes and looked at his sister in pleased surprise. His fingers were stroking her bare shoulders now, sending new excitement through her. And then at last he said, "Gee, Peggy . . . do you . . . ? "
Do I what? Peggy thought almost petulantly. And then she knew what Bob was asking it was hardly necessary to spell it out.
"I've always wanted it, Bob," she said with a sigh. "Always."
"Really?"
"Really!"
His strong fingers stroked her shoulders again and then he dropped one to her white and naked breast, caressing it gently. "I've wanted it too, Peg," he said quietly.
She sighed, letting his words sink in. There was so much she wanted to say to her brother confess to him, really and yet something still held her back. Why should it, she asked herself.
The words came tumbling out then, the words of confession, of explanation. "You can't imagine how I've dreamed about you, Bobby," Peggy admitted. "Every night. Every single night."
"But the others . . . ? " Bob asked, referring to the youths he had surprised the night before, caught in the act of fucking into his little sister's cunt and mouth. "What about them?"
She had been afraid he would ask that and shook her head in bewilderment. "It's hard to explain, Bobby," she said, knowing what an understatement that was. "Awfully hard."
"You could try, Peg."
"You might not believe me."
"Maybe. But then, on the other hand, I just might."
Peggy swallowed hard and then blurted out, "Did you look at Mike Foster, Bob? Get a good look at him, I mean?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Well didn't you see didn't you notice? He looks just the way you did you did . . . " Peggy swallowed again, hardly able to say the word. "The way you looked . . . then. "
"Then?"
"That night, Bobby. The night of the storm. When you . . . when you . . . "
Bob stared at her, aware of her reluctance to continue. Yet wanted to hear it wanted to hear it from her own lips. He wanted to make her do his will as he had done that night. He wanted her to submit to him submit in every way possible. She would become his slave and he would be her master. "Say it, Peg!" he ordered suddenly, his hands gripping into her shoulders, his nails digging into her flesh. "Say it!"
"Oh, no," Peggy wailed. "Oh, no, I can't!"
His nails dug harder until she stifled a scream of pain. In the midst of her anguish she felt her own terrible need to be possessed by her brother, to do his bidding no matter what that was.
"Say it!" Bob ordered one more time.
His naked sister lowered her eyes, giving in, enjoying the shame of the moment, knowing that further humiliation would be inflicted on her and knowing too that she longed for it.
"The time . . . you fucked me," Peggy said in a half whisper.
"That's right," Bob said. "That's what I wanted to hear. But say it again. Say it louder."
Peggy shook her head, whimpering while her flesh seemed to crawl with the depths of her degradation. "No," she said.
"Say it. Louder!"
"No!"
"Yes!" His hand slashed across one quivering ass-cheek, making her cringe.
"Fuck," she said aloud now. "The time you fucked me, Bob."
"That's better," he said with satisfaction. "And what do you want me to do now?"
Peggy paused a moment while chills of excitement gripped her. Oh God! She'd never believed that Bob could be so masterful could make her grovel before him this way. Make her crawl before him. And she knew that this was what she had wanted all her life. She turned to stare wide-eyed at her manly, dominating brother. "I want you to fuck me," she said in a cool, level voice. "To fuck me, Bob. Fuck me!"
"That's right," Bob said, his voice as devoid of feeling as hers was. "That's right. And where do you want me to fuck you, Peggy?"
"In my . . . my . . . cunt."
"But that's not where I want to."
Peggy blinked, surprised and startled. "In my mouth?" she ventured. "Is that where you want to fuck me, Bob?"
"No, that's not where I want to fuck you," Bob said, his voice as cold and controlled as before.
'Then where . . . ? " Peggy's voice quavered as the unimaginable occurred to her. "Oh, Bobby . . . no . . . "
"Why not?" Bobby asked. "Why shouldn't I fuck you in the ass? Ever been fucked there, sis?"
Peggy shook her head and a scalding tear slid down her cheek. Nothing could be more servile, nothing more self-abasing. She would do anything for Bobby, she swore. Anything . . . anything but that.
But Bob was waiting for an answer and Peggy knew that she must give it to him. "No," she said tearfully. "I've never been fucked in the ass."
"Well, it's never to late to learn, is it?" her brother asked with a leer that frightened her. "Is it?"
"No," she managed to stammer. "No, I guess it isn't."
"Okay, kid. Then let's give you your first lesson."
"Bob!" But there was no time for other words, no time even for tears. He had flipped her over deftly, expertly onto her belly and now he knelt above her, his cock rigid, as he spread her legs apart.
"Oh, God, no! You're hurting me!" she sobbed.
Bob paid no attention to her. He drew his finger down the narrow furrow between her quivering buttocks, pausing to tease at the puckered little hole of her anus. "You'll like this," he muttered. "Jeez, kid, you'll like it."
Once again Peggy sobbed. "Bobby . . . " Her brother ignored her pleas. "Spread your legs," he commanded. "Spread your legs, kid."
"No . . . "
"Yes . . . "
With a whimper half of fear, half of excitement, Peggy at last did as she was told, forcing her legs out to the sides until she was afraid she would split in two. Tearfully she glanced up over her shoulder, seeing Bob's large and rigidly throbbing cock jutting forth from his loins. She shuddered, realizing for the first time how huge his penis was, suddenly certain that she could never take it into her tight anal passage. He would kill her! Her brother would kill her with his cock if he tried to enter her there. And then a moan escaped her lips and she knew that she would willingly die for him would let him do this evil and depraved thing that promised him so much pleasure.
Letting her head sink forward, muffling her sobs while a forbidden thrill coursed through her entire naked body giving herself to her brother in the most shameful way possible and she wanted to! Oh dear God! She wanted to!
She lay beneath him, her body taut with the excitement of anticipation, and then she felt him probing with his middle finger at the tight little nether ring. It slipped into the warm rubbery flesh of her rectum, probing deeper and deeper while she ground her buttocks up and back onto his finger. There was a sharp flash of pain as Bob inserted a second finger, thrusting the two in and out, moving them back and forth to stretch the tight little passage.
With a sudden sucking sound he withdrew the invading fingers. Peggy groaned in disappointment, then lay still beneath him once again as she felt the thick hard length of his penis inch forward, the bulbous head now probing where Bob's fingers had been only a moment before.
There was a cruel searing pain as he pressed forward, as the tightly clenched little ring protested and strained against this further obscene invasion. And then, as it had before, the resisting ring of flesh gave way, popping open as the huge blunt head of his cock wormed deep up into her.
Peggy bit her lips in agony as Bob continued to thrust his rock-hard penis up into the warm forbidden depths of her anus, plunging ruthlessly ahead, skewering into her from behind, his member pushing aside the rubbery resilient flesh of her clasping anal passage until the blood swollen cock was buried to the hilt. The obscenely impaled woman felt the smack of his pelvis against her writhing upturned buttocks, felt the smooth warmth of his balls against her moistly seeping vagina.
Peggy buried her face against the pillow as wild little stabs of erotic pleasure darted through her entire body, and she felt harsh pounding waves of illicit desire surging through the very depths of her being, leaving every nerve alive and responsive to her own brother's lewd sodomizing of her defenseless rectum. Her whimpers of agony gradually changed until Peggy was mewling in pure perverted pleasure, enjoying every merciless thrust, every lunge into the tight and quivering anal opening.
"Bobby . . . Bobby . . . Bobby . . . " she murmured, arching back now against him, moving her white and quivering ass-cheeks back against his loins. "Oh, God . . . Bobby . . . "
As if in answer, her virile older brother slid one hand beneath her, down beneath her thighs while his outstretched finger found the hard little knob of her clitoris. He began to stroke it slowly, then increasing both the pressure and the rhythm of his finger's movements, quickening them until Peggy was moaning in her perverted passion, aware of nothing but her own erotic ecstasy.
Impaled beneath Bob's throbbing cock, Peggy's head flailed from side to side as she began to fuck back against him, thrusting her buttocks up to meet her brother's powerfully plunging penis as it disappeared deep into her rectum.
Excited almost beyond endurance by his sister's abject submission to him, Bob felt tiny rivulets of perspiration coursing down his straining muscles. He lunged forward, shoving his thick cock into the narrowly constricted anal passage at the same time burrowing his middle finger deep between her moistly clasping cuntal walls.
This lewd and even more erotic double ravishment was almost more than Peggy could bear. She felt the surge of her irrepressible need for her brother as he finger-fucked her relentlessly while continuing to push his blood-swollen penis in and out of her impaled rectum. Spasms of ecstatic fulfillment began rippling within her belly and she writhed beneath the powerful male's never-ending thrusts, feeling her own feminine secretions seep forth from the walls of her cunt.
"Oh God, Bobby! BOBBEEEEE!! D Don't stop, lover. I'm cummmming!" she groaned as her frantic bucking increased.
Plunging deep up into the warm forbidden passage of his younger sister's ravaged rectum, Bob felt his own shuddering orgasm approach. He groaned his ecstasy as his warm thick semen burst from his lust-bloated balls, filling his sister's obscenely violated passage. He bucked and hunched above his sister, while his groans swelled into uncontrollably wild passion. He had made his sister his! He had subjugated her completely as he had always longed to! And now she lay beneath him, still quivering in her acceptance of his lewd demands, still . . . still a slave to him!
Bob Nichols collapsed over his dark-haired sister's still prostrate form, drained and spent, while the last few moments of climactic ecstasy enthralled him. Soon even those were gone and there was nothing left but blessed peace and fulfillment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Peggy moved quickly back and forth from the closet to the bed, her arms filled with dresses that she folded carefully and placed into the suitcases open before her. She gathered up a couple of pairs of shoes too, wrapping each in tissue paper before tucking it into a corner. When she heard the ring of the doorbell she called out to her brother, "Would you get it, Bob? I've got my arms full."
"Sure. Anything your little heart desires!" he answered and Peggy smiled happily. She knew he would continue to give her just what she wanted, just what she needed, no matter how lewd and perverted it might seem to anyone else.
She was still smiling when he came back, sober-faced now, leading an even more sober-faced Mike Foster. "He says he's got to talk to you," Bob said, nodding tersely at the boy. "Says it important."
Peggy looked up, surprised and uncomfortable at seeing her student there. "What is it, Mike?" she asked pleasantly. When the boy stared at her brother, she added, "Could we be alone for just a couple of minutes, Bob?"
"Sure," he said. "Anything your little heart desires," saying it this time with a broad hint of sarcasm in his voice. Then he turned and walked out of the bedroom.
"What is it, Mike?" Peggy asked as soon as the door had closed behind her brother. "Is something wrong?"
He shook his head. "Gee, Miss Nichols . . . I . . . I . . . don't know. Are you goin' away or something?" There was a look of anguish on his face now, one which wrenched at Peggy's heart-strings.
"Yes," she said softly, breaking the news as gently as she could. "I'm going away, Mike."
"But you can't," the boy blurted out. "You can't do that! You've got to stay here . . . stay where I am . . . "
Peggy shook her head, then moved over to her student and put her arm around his shoulder in a motherly gesture. "No," she said, shaking her head, "I can't stay here, Mike."
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with sorrow. Peggy knew she was hurting the boy had already hurt him and she was truly and deeply sorry. She couldn't stay not after Bob had taken her the way he had not after her brother had told her his plans for the future told her of his new job in the oil fields of Saudi Arabia. There was a job for a school teacher open in one of the camps there. "Why not take it, Peg?" he had asked.
Peggy could think of no reason to refuse the offer, and a hundred of perfectly sound reasons to accept it. "Are you sure it's open?" she asked him, afraid it was too good to be true.
"It was," Bob had answered with a smile. "But I guess it's just been taken by you. That right, Peg?"
"That's right," she had said.
And now it was up to her to break the news as gently as possible to young Mike. But she had something else to say to him too and she said it as simply as possible.
"You're not a child any longer, Mike," she told him. "You're a man. And you were the first man I ever had, except for Bob." As the teenager looked puzzled of this statement, she hurried on with her explanation.
"He was the first," she said. "When I wasn't much older than you are now. But you were the first other man. And I'll never forget you, Mike. Never."
The young student bit his lip and Peggy saw that it was trembling. Then he blurted out, "But I love you, Miss Nichols. I love you."
Peggy drew him a little closer, smoothing his hair back off his shoulder now. "I'm glad you do, Mike. I really am," she told him gently. "But I'm too old for you. You may not understand that now, but someday you will. And you'll be glad that I didn't stay here."
"But Miss Nichols . . . "
Peggy shook her head. "Someday you'll understand. Believe me, Mike."
"No. I never can. I.. . I love you . . . "
"But you'll fall in love again, Mike. With a girl your own age."
There were tears in the young boy's eyes now and he shook hid head vehemently. "No," he declared. "I'll never love anyone else."
"You will," Peggy said. "Wait and see."
"No!" But Mike knew it was hopeless to argue with his lovely teacher. His eyes brimming with tears, he turned and walked quickly out of the room. A moment later Peggy heard the outer door slam.
She went to the window to watch the boy as he walked dejectedly away. He dragged his feet disconsolately and Peggy had a sudden pang of acute remorse at the sight of him. "Oh Bob . . . " she said, almost panic-stricken. "I've hurt him, haven't I?"
"He'll get over it," his brother said without feeling.
Peggy shook her head, watching as a girl about Mike's age, her tight little mini-skirt swirling about her thighs, waved at him and called his name. There was no response from the boy, nothing but his sullen footsteps fading away into the distance. "I don't think so," Peggy said.
"He will," Bob repeated.
Peggy knew then that Bob was right as he always was and always would be.
She placed a carefully-folded skirt into her suitcase, and then went to the closet and gathered up the rest of the clothes there. "Yes," she said. "I guess he will."
Folding another skirt and placing it in the suitcase, the young blonde teacher slammed it shut.
