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CHAPTER TWO

The next day was the last day of school before summer vacation. Vicky could hardly wait for it to be over. She had so many other things on her mind, it was almost impossible to concentrate on her classes. There was that exciting but disturbing evening with Ted to think about, and then tomorrow her long-lost brother Van would be arriving.

A couple of times that day she passed Ted in the hall, and he gave her a searching look. She blushed hotly and gave him a weak smile. She just didn't know what to say to him. She wanted very much for him to make love to her again, but with Van coming she just wouldn't have time. In a way her brother's visit was a good thing, even if it prevented her from seeing Ted. At least it would give her time to think.

She had to make that all-important decision. She had to decide if she could really become a normal woman and lose her virginity. Her mother's man-hating teachings were still very strong in her head. But with each passing day the lusty demands of her body got stronger. Playing with herself just wasn't enough any more. She was twenty-five, in her sexual prime, and she needed a man. Yet her mother had told her she'd never feel "clean" again if she had one.

Vicky was puzzling over this decision when the final bell rang and her last class of the day went yelling and stampeding out the door. Vicky plopped down into her chair with a sigh of relief. She'd been so preoccupied all day, she knew she'd been a lousy teacher, but probably the kids hadn't noticed. Their heads must have been full of plans for summer vacation.

Vicky began emptying desk drawers and putting her things in boxes to take home and store for the summer. She hadn't even thought of closing the door behind her stampeding students, and it was a few minutes before she realized she was being watched. She looked up and saw one of the graduating seniors, Nick Lang, lounging in the open doorway. Her blood went cold, as it always did when Nick stared at her like that.

Nick wasn't a favorite with his teachers. He was cocky, a trouble-maker, a goof-off, and it was a miracle he'd even managed to graduate. He was feared and disliked by many people in their small town, and there was general relief that he was going right into the Army and would be posted to Germany after his basic training. The farther away Nick Lang was, the better everybody felt. But Vicky in particular was glad he was leaving, because he'd been tormenting her all through high school.

It was hard to be specific about just what he did to her, but he gave her the creeps. It was a way he had of looking at her, undressing her with his eyes. He never said anything, but he was letting her know what he'd like to do to her – and it made her feel slimy. Now here he was doing it again, only this time they were all alone. Vicky had lingered to pack her things, and as far as she knew, she and Nick were the only ones in the building.

"Hi ya, teacher," he leered, "I thought I'd drop by and say good bye."

"Thank you, Nick," Vicky said stiffly, "I hope you'll be happy in the Army."

He shrugged and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "At least I'll be out of this crummy town," he said. "But before I go, I got some unfinished business to take care of, something I been wanting to do for a long time. Maybe you can guess what it is, teacher."

He was moving across the room as he spoke, and when he finished he was standing right beside Vicky's desk. She looked up at him and turned red. Again, he hadn't exactly put his thoughts into words, but she knew what he meant. She knew exactly. She jumped to her feet so fast that she knocked her chair over backwards. Nick grinned, an insolent lazy grin, and his eyes swept up and down her curvy body.

"Yeah," he breathed, "you know what it is, don't you, teacher?"

"I-I've got to leave, Nick," Vicky said, reaching for her purse.

Nick grabbed the purse out of her hand and tossed it back on the desk. "You ain't going anywhere," he hissed, "not till I get what I want."

"Nick, you'll be in serious trouble if you don't let me leave this instant," Vicky said sternly.

"No, I won't," Nick sneered, "because by the time you tell anybody, I'll be long gone. And besides, you're gonna do what I want and not argue about it, because you wouldn't want me to use this on your pretty face." He produced a wicked-looking knife from his jacket.

Vicky recoiled in horror and began backing away from him, but Nick followed, grinning evilly. She backed up against the wall, trapped. She detested this smart-ass kid, but she was terrified of that knife. She knew she'd better cooperate with him if she didn't want him to use it. Nick waved the knife back and forth in front of her, making sure she got the idea.

"Now, you gonna do what I want, teacher?" he snarled.

Vicky nodded.

"Good," he leered, "you can start by taking off your clothes."

Vicky blushed furiously. "Oh, please, Nick," she begged, "if you're going to rape me, just do it and get it over with."

"Uh-uh," he rasped. "I been waiting too long for this. I'm just gonna take my time. Now start undressing, and I can put this knife away."

With a little sob Vicky began to unbutton her blouse. She hated humiliating herself for this nasty little creep, but she couldn't stand the thought of him using that knife. Nick watched with lustily glittering eyes as her trembling fingers worked the buttons. She finally got the blouse open and shrugged it off, revealing her tightly-packed lace bra, and Nick's eyes glowed with arousal.

"So those fantastic tits are for real?" he said. "Let's see all of them. Get that bra off."

Vicky unhooked the bra and let it slide down off her arms, blushing right down to her toes as the leering punk ogled her naked tits. As she'd feared, he wasn't content for long just to look. He tucked the knife away in his jacket, then reached out with both hands and cupped her hot thrusting breasts. To her astonishment, she felt sudden lust.

"Nice," he breathed, "real nice."

He squeezed and molded her sensitive tits in his hot hands, and Vicky slumped against the wall and tried to analyze her feelings. She loathed Nick, loathed the idea of him touching her, yet she couldn't deny that his tit-fondling was making her suddenly horny. Her pussy was swelling and heating, and sticky cream was starting to leak from her cunt mouth.

Why should she get turned on to somebody she despised? Because he was male, that was all. She realized that she'd been without sex for so long, bottling up her needs, that now any male touch could arouse her. She was desperate for sexual release, as she'd discovered last night with Ted. And since Nick was going to fuck her, why not get something out of it? Why not let go and enjoy?

It was an outrageous thought, yet it made sense. Last night after sending Ted away, she'd regretted her decision and wished he was there to relieve her of her cherry. Now she had another chance to become a full woman. She could just close her eyes, forget who was touching her, and let her lusts carry her away. She was debating this when Nick used his thumbs to tease her large conical nipples into tingling erection.

"Yeah, fantastic tits," he breathed. "But let's see the rest of you, teacher. Strip for me."

With him going on like that, it was impossible to forget who was touching her. Vicky reddened and stepped out of her shoes, then skinned out of her pantyhose. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She cringed against the wall, wearing only her tiny bikini panties, and Nick looked hungrily over her tall curvy body. That was when she noticed the obscene bulge at the fly of his jeans. Again she felt a sizzling rush of lust.

She wanted so much to have the experience of a normal woman, to know how it felt to have a man's bone-hard cock inside her. When Ted had finger-fucked her last night, she'd gotten a hint of ecstasy she could experience. Now here was a chance to experience the real thing. She stared and stared at the tented fly of Nick's jeans, her breathing quick and excited. He followed the line of her gaze and grinned wickedly.

"Yeah, baby, it's for you," he said, rubbing his hard-on, "and I'm gonna give it to you in just a few minutes. But first you gotta be a good girl and get naked for me. Take off them panties."

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to say "those" instead of "them". Old English teachers never die. Then she realized how insane that would sound in this situation. She grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, the little garment slithering down her nice long legs. Then she stood before Nick completely naked. His hot eyes darted to her lush dark bush.

"You got a terrific body, teacher," he leered. "Too bad your head's so fucked."

He ran his hot sweaty hands over her body, feeling her thrusting stiff-nippled tits, her tiny firm waist, her curvy hips. He brushed the soft fur of her triangular bush, and she shivered with excitement. There was no way out of this scene. He had that knife, he could make her do anything he wanted. So why fight it? Why not just let herself go? She felt molten cream oozing from the virgin mouth of her cunt and soaking her inner thighs.

"Open my pants," Nick commanded. "Take my cock out."

Vicky felt another dizzying wave of arousal. Of course she'd never let Nick know how fantastically turned on she was. She wouldn't give the leering punk that satisfaction. But it was hard to control the horny shaking of her fingers as she reached for the zipper of his jeans. She tugged it down, unbuttoned the single button, and spread open the fly of his pants. He wasn't wearing shorts.

"It's all yours, teacher," he grinned. "Go ahead, take it out."

Vicky barely suppressed a horny shudder as she reached for the boy's rigid seven-inch prick. Except for that brief contact with Ted last night, she'd never touched a cock before, and she'd been too shy then even to look at his prick. Now she couldn't help looking, and she liked what she saw. Nick's cock was smooth, hard, bulging with blue veins, and it throbbed heavily as she curled her fingers around it and drew it out of his pants.

"Yeah, go for it, teacher, don't be bashful," Nick chuckled.

Vicky drew his hot stiff prick free of his clothing and stood there clutching it and feeling horny out of her mind. She had a sudden insane urge to just cram the hot meat into herself. But obviously Nick had other plans. He set his hands on her head and started forcing her down. She went to her knees before him, still holding onto his throbbing prick.

"Lick it," he ordered.

Vicky swayed dizzily. She'd read of oral sex, and it sounded terrifically exciting, but she could just hear what her mother would have to say about it. Still, she didn't have much choice right now. She stuck out her little pink tongue and began to lick the swollen head of Nick's cock. The boy gave a lusty shiver, and fat gobs of cream began to bubble from his pisshole, onto the tip of Vicky's busy tongue.

She found she instantly enjoyed the salty taste of male cream. She kept her swirling tongue right there, awaiting each drop, scooping up the sticky juice and eating it. She heard Nick's harsh excited breathing as he watched her. She just couldn't help herself – she wanted to gobble up every single drop of juice that oozed from the cleft of his cock. She actually began to drool as she awaited each tasty drop.

"Well, well," Nick growled, "so teacher knows how to give head? I never would have believed it. Who you been blowing, bitch – the principal?"

It wasn't an idea that appealed to Vicky, and she didn't answer. The principal, Mr. Walters, was a fat red-faced man in his sixties, not exactly a sex symbol. She put him out of her mind as she methodically tongued up each glob of cream that oozed from Nick's piss hole. She rolled the salty liquid around in her mouth, savoring it, then greedily gulped it down and tongued for more. She might have gone on for hours that way, perfectly content, but Nick was shivering impatiently.

"Okay," he growled, "now take it in your mouth and suck it."

The idea was obscene, yet it excited her wildly. Firmly fisting the base of his cock, she eased the rest between her widely parted lips, gliding the throbbing meat over her slippery tongue. Nick shivered and gave a low moan as she enclosed his cock in the steam heat of her mouth. Closing her lips and drawing in her cheeks, she began to suck his cock. She loved the sensation, and she loved getting even more of his hot salty cream.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured.

Now it was Nick's turn to grow dizzy with excitement. As his beautiful brunette teacher sucked his cock, he swayed and moaned. He had to clutch her shoulders to steady himself. Her mouth was hot as a blast furnace around his dick, and she was sucking powerfully, drawing the hot cream from the depths of his piss hole. Each strong suck gave him a lingering rush of hot pleasure.

"Shit, yeah, suck my cock, teacher," he whined, "suck it good and hard, baby."

Vicky wondered if she was a natural-born cock-sucker. It all came so easily and automatically to her. She fisted the hairy base of the boy's cock and pumped it. The rest fit snugly into her mouth, sheathed between tongue and palate and cheek linings. She had a steady hungry rhythm going, sucking and swallowing, milking his prick of every drop of juice she could get. His prick throbbed violently.

"Awwwww, fuckin' Christ," he groaned, digging his fingers into her naked shoulders.

"You love it, don't you, bitch?" he leered. "You love to suck cock so much, you'd like to get a whole mouthful of come. Well, you ain't gonna. I want you to quit now."

Reluctantly Vicky let his spit-soaked cock slip from her mouth, and he staggered back from her, his eyes suspicious and menacing.

"Don't think I wasn't onto you, bitch," he snapped. "I know you were trying to suck me off before I could fuck you – but I didn't fall for it. On your feet now, and get over to the desk."

He was wrong. She hadn't deliberately tried to suck him off. She hadn't even thought about it. She'd just gotten carried away with the hot excitement of sucking a cock for the very first time. But there was no point in telling him that. It was best just to do what he ordered. She stood up and went over to her desk. Nick followed, and with one sweep of his arm he cleared the desk top of purse, papers, and books.

"Up on the desk," he barked.

He arranged her in an obscene position, on her back with her ass and heels just at the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide. Vicky blushed hotly as he stood there staring at her exposed naked pussy. But at the same time she felt heart-pounding excitement. This was it she was going to lose her virginity at last. She was creaming uncontrollably.

"I've been wanting to do this to you for four years, teacher," Nick leered as he dropped his pants.

She had a quick glimpse of him fisting his rigid cock and thrusting it between her legs, and then she felt it. It was like a molten spear impaling her untried cunt, and it plunged to her depths in one greedy thrust. Her cunt was on fire, crammed with that throbbing boner. She'd never felt anything so exciting in her life.

"Unnnhhhhhhh, God," she gasped.

Leering down at his moaning, teacher, Nick began to fuck her hard. He pistoned his iron hard cock into her juicy little cunt, using quick hard jabs and making her big-titted body shudder with the impact. Vicky looked up at him with hot staring eyes, and then she closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to be fucked, but she didn't want to look at Nick's smug leering face. She blotted out his image and concentrated only on the hot blasts of pleasure in her cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhh, my God, ohhhhhhhh," she gurgled.

"You like it, teacher?" Nick taunted. "You like how I'm fucking you?"

Vicky didn't reply. She was beyond words. She lay there moaning and gurgling in ecstasy as the boy's steel-hard cock reamed and crammed her horny little cunt. She realized that this was the sensation she'd been craving for years, ever since she became a woman. She knew that when she'd masturbated, it was only a poor substitute for a hard throbbing cock plunging to her depths.

"Ahhhhhhh, shit, your cunt's tight," Nick groaned, "so fuckin' hot and tight."

It ought to be tight – nobody had ever used it before. But it was juicy, too, and it expanded like elastic to accommodate his jack hammering cock. Vicky kept her legs wide open for him, wanting to take his plowing prick as deep as she could get it. She wanted to be thoroughly reamed, crammed full, to make up for all those sexless years. The harder and faster he fucked her, the faster she hurtled towards release.

"Ohhhhh, God, yesssss," she wailed, "do it to me hard, fuck hard."

Nick leered in triumph. He was going to make some taunting remark on her total surrender, but he was just too excited. He fucked into her with lightning speed, his swollen balls about to explode, and she took his pile-driving cock with screams of pleasure. He felt her tiny cunt going vise-tight around his dick, and he couldn't hold back his orgasm. Her cunt began to convulse, and he jetted his load into her.

"Unnnnnhhhhh, God, I'm coming!" Vicky wailed.

"Take my come, teacher, awwwww!" Nick bellowed.

The moment he'd finished coming, he pulled out of her with a triumphant leer, zipping his jeans and hurrying out of the room. Vicky knew it was the last time she or anybody else in town would see Nick. He was probably congratulating himself on finally humiliating his teacher, but he'd have been astonished to know that he'd accomplished just the opposite.

For the first time in her life, Vicky Evans felt like a real, whole female.