"The twins and teacher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Graham Alberta)

CHAPTER THREE

Anxiously, the Larsen twins looked at the clock. It was early morning – 8:45 am to be exact, and according to their calculations their English teacher, Miss Appleton, should have experienced recurrent flashes of the formula they'd given her in a carefully dosed glazed apple. If all went well, Miss Appleton ought to be appearing for her class and then just after the class was over, the formula would reactivate within the pretty brunette's system.

Tim and Bennie waited in the classroom. They were early and very nervous. Unable to return to the faculty wing of the private school after having left, they had no idea how things had gone after the licentious scene they'd witnessed between Miss Appleton and Mr. Boyse, the chemistry teacher. Hopefully, now they would be able to find out if Miss Appleton was feeling well enough to come to her first class of the day.

Further down the hall, Alice Appleton was making her way to the classroom. It wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done, attending this class as though everything were perfectly all right. In fact, Alice felt perhaps it was the most difficult thing she'd ever accomplished in her life. Still stunned from her lewd experiences of the night before, Alice was unsteady on her feet. The memory. The dreadful shameful memory of what happened with Ed Boyse struck terror in her heart, and yet Alice felt it was therefore all the more important that she not cancel her English class this morning, that she continue her life as normally as possible under the circumstances, and most of all that she not let her students down.

What had happened to her after her special tutoring session with the Larsen twins was a mystery, and one which she could only hope would be cleared up at the complete physical examination she would be getting at the doctor's the following day. For Alice knew that her behavior had to have a cause beyond that of her natural loneliness. After all, she thought, she had grown accustomed to that… or had she? A shiver of horror ran through the comely brunette as she recalled waking up during the night – long after Boyse had left – and feeling still sore down there from what he had done, yet having to use only the utmost willpower not to go out looking for him… or anyone else who could soothe her still voraciously hungry flesh. But she had gotten through the night… how was a vague memory which Alice endeavored to keep that way, but even so, images of her nakedly writhing body bumping and rubbing against the walls of her apartment like a moth trying to reach a flame came back to the English teacher's disturbed mind.

"Good morning, Miss Appleton!"

Alice jumped. She had expected the classroom to be empty, and now she was forced to face the twins. But how could she even look the darling boys in the eye? There was no question about it. She had to. It was her duty as a teacher.

"Good morning, boys," she replied weakly, sitting down behind her desk as rapidly as possible.

"Are you feeling any better, Miss Appleton?" Bennie asked, carefully inspecting Alice's drawn features from his vantage point in the first row of seats.

"Better? Oh yes… thank you… a bit… but I think I must have a touch of flu, boys. You mustn't come too close or you might catch it."

"We've had our flu shots, Miss Appleton," Tim replied. But the boys remained in their seats in any case, all through the long period which proved to be one of the most difficult lessons that Alice Appleton had ever given. Several zeros were placed on boys' records when they did not know the answer to a particular question or when they could not adequately complete a sentence. It was torture for the pupils in the class and everyone wondered what had happened to turn Miss Appleton into such a horror. Everyone knew that she was strict, yes, but no one had ever seen her like this.

In the rear of the class "Bull" Johnson groaned a loud noise of relief when the final bell rang. He'd already gotten two zeros, and knew that if the class continued much longer he was on his way to a third. His father, a wealthy industrialist in nearby Sacramento, would kill him if he flunked English again.

Bennie and Tim could see that Miss Appleton was perspiring heavily even though it was not at all warm in the classroom.

The twins lingered after the others had gone, and then flanked their languishing teacher as she prepared to leave the room.

"I… I think I must go down to the cafeteria, boys, for some fruit juice…" Alice stammered. Her tongue felt thick and the cafeteria was the closest place to get something fast.

"We'll go with you, Miss Appleton!" the boys volunteered, and Alice let them help support her downstairs where they sat her at a far table in the empty room and rushed to get her some fruit juice. Gratefully the disturbed young woman drank the pineapple juice they brought her, and then she knew that it was happening again, knew by the trembling of her inner thighs where they lay sleekly together beneath her knee-length skirt. Then deep in the pliant warmth of her hidden pussy, the molten desire simmered to the boiling point.

"Oh!" she gasped, her normally pale features turning crimson with the recognition of what was going to happen and within moments! "I've got to leave boys… got to get back to my apartment!" But both Alice and the boys knew that the drugged twenty-three year old would never have time to make it to her apartment. Nevertheless it had to be attempted. The trio left the empty cafeteria and headed for the stairwell. There they could hear footsteps of scores of pupils coming down beading for the early lunch period. Tim tugged at his teacher's hand and Bennie encouraged the dazed young woman to follow as they ducked beneath the stairs where no one could see them and they could see no one. The space was large enough for them to stand up and the thunderous sound of footsteps and shouting boys echoed around their heads.

Alice was aware of the two boys crowding close to her, of their lithe young forms pressing warmly against her as she backed against the cool wall for support.

"Oh God," she gasped, "oh!" For she had just realized what she wanted to have happen. And yet it went against every moral principle that the normally prim twenty-three year old had.

Her face glistening with nervous perspiration, Alice struggled valiantly against the forces of depravity within her. Then it happened. The nightmare began. The boys were whispering kind remarks to her, asking her what was wrong, telling her to relax, feeling her forehead, holding her hands. And then Bennie's fingers slipped down from her face to her neck and then to her shoulder. Through the wool of her sweater he tenderly squeezed her breast, creating such a wealth of lurid excitation within the older brunette's drug-sensitized system that she had to moan out loud, letting her arms hang limply without protest to her sides. She could feel Tim's hands too now on her other breast and the boys were talking to her, their breathing coming deeper, almost as deep as hers. And to her utter consternation, she did nothing at all to stop them.

"Does it hurt here, Miss Appleton?"

"Does it feel better when I do this, Miss Appleton?"

"Ooooh, ohooohhhhh!" Alice felt hypnotized into mobility as the sensuous touching continued and she sensed that it was too late to stop the impetus of her own excitement, too late to pretend to herself that she did not want these lewd intimate touches from these teenagers, her innocent young students! It was lewd and exciting, but so immoral that Alice's contorted face was the image of torment, alternately mirroring the desire and the dismay that she felt about what she was allowing, indeed encouraging to happen!

Then the boys' fingers began to slip back and forth upon her thinly clad breasts, searching out the lust-swollen tips of her nipples and squeezing hard, making her want to cry out with delight. In a few seconds, she told herself she must stop them! At all costs she must stop them! And yet, as the thundering steps above them continued, Alice emitted the deep-throated sounds of rapidly mounting pleasure that betrayed her uncontrollable passion.

Sensing this, Tim unbuttoned the top buttons of his teacher's sweater, and without difficulty, both he and Bennie let their small agile fingers insinuate themselves under Miss Appleton's lacy brassiere to cup the soft resiliency of the drugged young woman's naked flesh. Hopelessly aroused by the drug they'd fed her yesterday, Alice could not resist.

"Yyyyyesssss!" she hissed, in spite of herself. "Ooooh yessss!"

Then suddenly she squirmed back hard against the wall. The swiftly moving little fingers had now surged lower, dropping to the hem of her skirt, and inching tantalizingly up her stockinged leg toward the curvaceous fullness of her thigh, one hand at each leg until they reached the naked spot of flesh where her stockings ended and were held by the snaps of her white lace garter belt. Momentarily Alice froze at the contact of their fingers, crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Looking down she could see but the tops of their blond heads, for they were watching the progress of their own fingers upon her helplessly displayed thighs. Oh God, oh God, what were they doing to her?

Once more her conscience came back to haunt her and to struggle with what the drug within her told her she must allow. She had to act! Had to stop this terrible sensation of excited helplessness!

But her persistent students had no intention of stopping now, even though Alice's hands moved down feebly to protest, grabbing at their wrists in a futile attempt to keep them from going any farther. The distressed teacher tried desperately to hold their hands away from her, but they moved with force, pushing relentlessly upward past her hand and beginning to knead at the softness of Miss Appleton's belly under the silky material of her panties. Then to Alice's great alarm she could feel them teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her fluttering abdomen, their fingers rotating steadily and maddeningly against the mound of her panty-hidden pussy, while she cooed softly, "Ohhhhh nonononononono!"

Desperately, Alice pressed backward into the wall of the stairwell behind her, pressing her legs together in an effort to prevent the lewdly worming fingers from reaching the sanctuary of her most private flesh. Yet the dark-haired twenty-three year old realized dimly that although she was trying to escape the twins she was also at the same time rubbing her thighs excitingly against the secret area of her own deeply troubled and quivering vaginal slit. With the most acute embarrassment, Alice could feel herself growing more and more moist between her quivering thighs, and she pressed harder and harder to feel the wild forbidden pleasure burning there.

Then as the ardently preoccupied twins' fingers worked more and more insistently at her panty-protected pussy, indecision arose again within the captive teacher, and the pleasure she was receiving gained the upper hand and enabled the drug to do its insidious work. Suddenly it felt wickedly good to abandon herself to the dangerous pleasure, and Alice closed her eyes tight for a long moment, letting the rolling sensations of delight course through her trembling body. So long as this was all that happened, what was the harm? She had to know this divine excitation that the boys were giving her, no matter what!

But suddenly Alice gasped in surprise. Above them the thundering noises of students going to the cafeteria had died down, and in the distance their combined voices could be heard coming from the rows of tables within the large dining room. Bennie had moved so gradually to her side that she hadn't noticed, and his hand was moving up to the soft cushiony surface of her panty-covered ass-cheeks, and he was searching fervently for the crevice between her buttocks, while in front of her Tim was making steady headway as his fingers pressed down, down, moving hers away so that he could penetrate the thin elastic waistband of her panties.

Then it happened. Bennie's fingers probed lower in unison with Tim's, the one behind her the other in front, and as Tim's fingers penetrated the slippery wetness of her lewdly exposed pussy, within the narrow confines of her flimsy panties, Bennie's slipped up under the legband and found with unerring direction the seeping wet warmth of her pulsating pussy. A wave of shame passed over Miss Appleton at the sudden gush of indecent pleasure that overcame all desires she might have had to resist the thirteen year old boys. Her moistly pulsating pussy was penetrated, covered from all directions, and she had never ever felt anything so wonderful in her life.

Oh God what can I do? she cried. This was pure sex, pure lust on her part, and she was warping her prized pupils, what would ever become of them now?

Alice bit down hard on her full lower lip. She could feel their wonderful squirming, worming fingers, moving delicately, upward, and back and forth, sliding and flicking, teasing and toying, driving her wild with joy! She was growing more and more troubled, more and more abandoned, and was no longer able to help herself. "Yessss…" she breathed. "Like that… lieeeke… thaaaat… oaaahhhh ah ah ah ah!"

Down below, Bennie's slender middle finger was worming upward within her passion-soaked cunt, beneath the elastic legband and up into the tightly clasping vaginal passage of his English teacher, feeling the smooth moist walls of her flowering pussy! From time to time his twin brother's fingers would meet his as Tim played with the swollen little bud of Alice's desire-tormented clitoris and then moved downward against the pliancy of the inner lips to the well-spread finger-penetrated orifice of the keening brunette's softly yielding cunt.

Alice's whole body quivered as her impaled vagina felt the invading finger probing nakedly at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel the moisture of her hair-trimmed pussy cover the palm of Tim's obscenely searching hand. All the fingers moved upon her intimate flesh as she writhed downward to meet them now, almost out of her mind with bliss, as the three of them crouched there beneath the school stairs. Alice didn't think that she would be able to stand this lewdly exciting teasing of her unprotected pussy another moment. She wanted the raging fire that ran unchecked through her nervous system to be checked. Something had to give!

"Shall we do it to her now?" Bennie whispered to his brother. "I want to… bad!"

Tim looked down at his watch without ceasing his deft manipulations beneath Alice's skirt. "No… we can't… she'll be out of it in a few moments. Finish it up… finish it up!"

But the boys had little to do other than what they'd already accomplished in the searing hot pit of their teacher's desire-tormented pussy. While they worked feverishly within the temptingly spread area of their victim's loins, they felt the lithe young brunette's entire body tense, the tendons of her limbs taut as her head snapped back, hitting hard against the wall behind her, and high up inside her streaming pussy, the already open walls widened, sucking voraciously at Bennie's finger as he wormed and pressed ever upward, ever round and round, while Tim's slippery fingers rubbed more and more persistently at her quivering little clitoris that jerked and trembled with the onrush of completion.

"MMMmmmmmmm!" Miss Appleton moaned, and then whined pitifully as she began to tremble and then to melt against him, her entire body slacking toward their boldly penetrating fingers.

"Aaaaaa!" she sighed, as though she were a recently punctured balloon. "Cumming! Cumming! Yesssss!"

It was good, so very good that Alice felt herself lifted to some heavenly orgasmic height, a place she had never visited before, but which she knew she would like to return to again and again.

"Oh boys… boyssss…!" she gasped, still quivering, a helpless butterfly palpitating against them. "OOOh boys! Thank you… thank you…!"

Slowly the moistly churning fingers were removed. Slowly and reluctantly the boys stood back from Alice Appleton. She seemed stunned, still leaning against the wall, her passion rapidly receding. Her closed eyelids fluttered open after a long moment of silence.

"What… what?" she stammered.

"Are you feeling better, Miss Appleton?" Tim asked.

Tears welled into Alice's eyes. She knew full well what had happened, full well what she had allowed, and worse, how it had been… how absolutely divine it had been!

"Oh!" she cried as the tears streamed forth. And then she was running past them, her heels clattering as she reached the front of the steps and began clambering upward. The flushed teenagers stood and listened until she was out of ear-range.