Myra Kaine
Lesson for teacher

Chapter One

The ball arced high in a wide curve through the brilliant blue of the sky and a roar went up from the young throats to follow the speeding ball in its wake. Gulls squawked excitedly and scissored their wings frantically above the rough dirt diamond laid out on the playground that had been dug out of the high meadow by the Pacific.

Glittering in the sun like spectacles, the windows of the shabby square white schoolhouse looked down on the wild game. A steep path connected the dusty playground to the steps of Rio Sur School, wound on below to a storage shed and then to the ribbon of highway above the sloping green meadow that slid to the narrow beach and the water's frothy edge.

The dirt diamond was churned with dust and the air filled with it as a tall, shapely legged teacher flew around the bases, her softly braided blonde pigtail flying out behind like a flag. The screams were frantic now and the students raced to try and stop her flight. Finally one plump perspiring boy dug the ball out of the grass by the highway and flung it up to the yard in a mighty heave.

"Quick! Hurry! Get it here!"

"Hurray! We won!"

"S'not fair! Miss Fenton's too good! Her teams always wins!"

"Gee, Miss Fenton… you're better'n we are. You always hit a home run."

Valerie stood panting and laughing behind home plate, flinging the pigtail she had woven to keep her long silken hair out of her eyes back over her shoulder and wiping her Grace Kelly like face. She waved the outfielders in with one arm and they came struggling up, complaining and grumbling.

"Stop complaining," she laughed, trying to get her breath. "Everybody has the same chance, besides, I'll be on the other team tomorrow."

Her face shining with perspiration, full firm breasts still heaving with her efforts, Valerie Fenton gathered her charges. She was limp but happy. There was nothing like a good baseball game to clear the blood and use up some of the kids' boundless energy.

They trooped up the path by two's and three's and four's, all twenty-three of them. Valerie gathered the balls and bats and started wearily up after them. At twenty-five she could still keep up with them, even the big ones, for the students at Rio Sur School ranged in ages from six to eighteen.

A tall blonde Swedish-type girl with soft straight blonde hair pulled into a thin braid that bobbed down against the tops of her buttocks as she climbed, she moved with the easy grace of a dedicated athlete. There was no extra fat on her long legs or slender arms and her high full breasts were surprising on a girl her height. They bounced like ripe firmly soft melons above her small indented waist and gracefully curved hips. Valerie was slightly taller than usual and had felt the stares and curiosity of strangers all her life because of it. It was as though no one could quite believe the tall vital figure, the gilded skin, sleek and golden from the sun, brilliant white smile, the incredibly blue eyes, the long flaxen hair, voluptuous breasts and shapely thighs. Looking at her one couldn't help thinking of Nordic legends or some ancient goddess come to life when she went striding by with that air of genial optimism and health.

It was as though she were bathed in a golden light, carrying her aura with her, and thus untouchable and unreal to most people. So full of life herself, when most people rejected that much life, she aroused curiosity, envy and her beauty, warmth and eager openness literally dazzled ordinary people.

"Miss Fenton."

Valerie stopped on the path and turned to peer in the direction of the voice, puffing a stray strand of pale hair out of her eyes. At last she located a tall man standing in the deep shadow of the shed. He stood still as a statue, immaculate, well dressed and unsmiling.

Dragging the bats behind her, Valerie walked over to the waiting man. It had to be someone from the district office, of course, but the administrative powers that be so rarely came down to bother that she was caught off guard. She smiled warmly at the man that she still couldn't see very well from the sun in her eyes and his hiding place in the deep shade. She sent up a little prayer that it wasn't the new superintendent, Taylor Crane. A strange warning had shot through her when she'd met him briefly at the welcoming tea two weeks ago. Something cold and hard and calculating had emanated from him. She'd determined to stay out of his way.

"Miss Fenton." Valerie shivered at the sound of his voice and now that she was closer, she could see that it was the tall commanding figure of Taylor Crane, his handsome face a mask, his eyes as cold as his voice that sent prickles of apprehension up her spine.

"Why, Mr. Crane… how nice of you to come to visit us… we don't get many visitors here at Rio Sur… do come up to school… I was just getting the children inside… after…

"Yes. I saw. That's why I wish to speak to you here."

Valerie felt like a naughty student herself from the tone of Crane's voice and his icy manners as she stood now in front of him, balls and bats balanced precariously in her arms. She knew she was hot and sweaty and dusty too. Her pleated linen skirt suddenly felt uncomfortably short, showing too much tanned thigh. Her sweater clung too tight and her sneakers felt very unsuitable in his gaze.

"Miss Fenton," Taylor Crane said again, folding his arms and staring down at the panting disheveled teacher. He could smell the cologne that her exertion had made more discernible, a clean, flowery scent. A ridiculous vision of this striking young blonde girl rolling naked down a sun drenched meadow, crushing wildflowers under her tanned skin came into his head. The full ripe breasts were still lifting with every breath and the tight sweater clung to the firmly rounded mounds. Her brilliant smile was faltering uncertainly now and a small worried frown creased her smooth tanned forehead. Taylor felt his gut tighten at the sight of her.

"That kind of fraternizing with the students can't do them or you any good." He intoned coldly.

"You mean…"

"I mean that ridiculous baseball game I just witnessed."

"But… I've always played games with the children… it's part of what I try and accomplish."

"I mean…"

Valerie set the bats and balls down in confusion, wiping her hands self consciously down the pleats of her short skirt. This man was just as cold as she had sensed even under his smiles at the tea. Damn! Just when things were going so well! Another year or two and she'd get that grant to open her own school. It was so close now.

It was a dream that had slowly taken shape and grown with each of her five years at Rio Sur School. The country just didn't realize what they'd lost when they did away with the one room schoolhouses that used to educate the young of America. She hadn't realized herself until she'd come here straight from the exclusive Smith College in the East, full of the jargon and theories of education, discarding them all one by one as experience taught her the value and the worth of having to teach all grades in one room… from first grade through high school.

At first it had seemed hopelessly outmoded and rural but she'd grown to love the easy cooperation that it imposed, the helping of the children when they were out here alone with her and had to get along together and make do with what they had. It was an experience in living as well as teaching. Little by little she had grown to love the little school and found herself formulating whole new approaches to teaching and finding the exhilaration in seeing them work. She wouldn't go back to a town school now… she couldn't… back to the dreary regimen of a well regulated public town school. It was unthinkable. The criticism of the new superintendent now gave her a momentary stab of apprehension.

"Miss Fenton. I will send a playground supervisor down for you. Someone who is trained in supervising children's recess games. You must never again put yourself in the position of being on the same competitive level with your students. It destroys discipline. Now perhaps you'd better show me around Rio Sur."

"Yes, of course, Mr. Crane."

The tour didn't take very long. There was very little to see of "plant." The school consisted of one long room with a boy's bathroom opening off one end and a girl's next to it. The other end of the room held a small library she had accumulated with the children's help. Set in an alcove just off the entry was a small cloak room. The shed on the path up from the highway held the sport equipment and primitive water pump that pumped water up to the bathrooms.

The large school room was full of exhibits the children had made, most of them from last year since school had only been open this year for a short while. Taylor Crane stood surveying the long room, the students bent to their work in an unnatural quietness. Usually the place was a beehive of activity as the various grades went about their assignments.

"Seems that your room discipline is adequate," he said grudgingly to Valerie and turned to go out the door to the small porch.

Valerie closed the door after them and stood on the wind swept porch with the superintendent. She was shaking inside and hoped that she'd be able to contain her anger until he left. He hadn't had one single compliment to make. Everything had been wrong according to him. His criticisms had wounded her deeply for the school was "hers," she realized suddenly. It was as much a part of her as her own house, her horse. He was attacking something she loved almost as if it were a person. The old building, the rustic plumbing, the wild meadow that surrounded the sides and back of the school, the sea lapping below, the hot ribbon of highway that burned with traffic back and forth to Big Sur.

"But there's no question that what you need most is a playground attendant," he intoned. Crane looked down at the trembling girl. As tall as she was and she must be at least five eight, he looked down on her comfortably from his height of six four. She was trembling quite visibly. Well, she'd shake worse than that when he closed up this dilapidated ruin of a school. It was ridiculous that his district should have the last one room school house in California. Antiquated and costly and old fashioned. Taylor Crane hadn't any intention of disclosing the fact to Valerie Fenton yet, however.

"I'd really prefer to do it the way we have been doing, Mr. Crane. You see… I…"

"Nonsense, my dear," Crane slipped his hand under Valerie's arm in a fatherly fashion and walked down the steps with her. He could feel the full roundness of the side of her breast brushing the back of his hand as he held her firmly. "No teacher ever turns down an offer for help. You certainly need help for the playground. I should think a male attendant would be most suitable… all children need a good strong male image. Particularly since my records show that many of these children come from Welfare homes without fathers."

Valerie was trembling violently now and the feel of Crane's strong masculine hand gripping her upper arm and brushing the side of her breast was like a burn that raged through her skin. His eyes were turned on her and they had turned from stern employer looks to frank sexual stares that followed the outline of her body appraisingly. It was as though he were a Jekyll and Hyde and had simply turned off the strictly business superintendent in favor of a male animal who scented a new quarry. She shuddered.

She didn't dare look at him now, shrinking from his frank stares, from those burning eyes that probed beneath her clothes for her lush nakedness. My God, the man was mad. First he came down and ripped her school figuratively to disdainful shreds and then calmly began ripping her clothes off with his eyes. And it seemed so unlikely. He had the tall courtly grace of a Prince Philip, unquestionably masculine, unquestionably able and haughtily aware of his own competence. He was a man women would find attractive. Strong aquiline features, piercing grey eyes, an aggressive jaw, light brown hair that didn't ruffle much even in the wind, as though even his body were immune to the slings and arrows that other people were prey to.

The superintendent could feel the young teacher trembling now almost violently, as though a chill had gripped her instead of only his hand on her upper arm. She was a big beautiful girl, quite unlike the usual run of teachers. His eyes traced the long thighs where the wind whipped her skirt back against her body. No, she wouldn't have had many dates he shouldn't think. She was too beautiful, too aristocratic looking, too well… competent for most men's tastes, he imagined. Suddenly, his cock thrust hard against his pants leg. It would be something to tame this girl, for her spirit came out her eyes that flashed when she was annoyed. Yes, he would have quite a time with this one. But then he had the advantage. He knew a great deal more about Valerie Fenton than she knew about him.

He couldn't very well not know about her. Since he arrived he'd had numerous phone calls from town mothers demanding to have their children transferred to Rio Sur. In her five years there some of her students had gone on to win quite valuable scholarships at prestige schools. Somehow the idea had gotten around that it was all due to Miss Fenton. It had been Miss Fenton this and Miss Fenton that until he'd gotten out her records and studied them, asked questions. He'd become grimly determined when he realized that a teacher like Valerie Fenton could wreak havoc with the program he had in mind. She was a maverick, a born rebel, giving lip service only to the programs and methods that the district required and doing as she damn well pleased down the coast at Rio Sur. What it amounted to was that she was practically running her own private school system at taxpayer's expense.

Well, Taylor Crane hadn't fought his way this far to have a crazy mixed up twenty five year old girl ruin his plans. By God, his plans did not include a teacher he couldn't ride herd on. One-room schoolhouse! It was out of the dark ages! No question about it. With the proper maneuvering, he would close Rio Sur when he was ready and have Miss Valerie Fenton begging him for any kind of job in the district.

"Thank you for the tour, Valerie. It was most informative. I'll see you soon… under perhaps… more social circumstances…" Taylor squeezed her arm suggestively, looking straight down into her upturned blue eyes that were both frightened and bold, obsequious and independent. A flicker of something stirred in their deep brilliance as his hand slid down her arm to her hand which he shook warmly. Without another word, Crane spun on his heel and stepped into his long shining car. He waved jauntily as he roared off down the highway back toward town.

Valerie stood dumbly where he'd left her. She wanted to shake her fist at the retreating car and yet her insides still felt weak from his hand on her arm. She shook her head grimly. What was happening to her these days? A fight with Bruce the last date they'd had… now this. Maybe that's just what was wrong, she thought in a sudden rush of uncharacteristic self pity. Maybe she was a dried up old maid as Bruce Landers had told her in disgust. Yet she knew that in reality that most probably the opposite was true. She'd refused to see Bruce again because she was more afraid of her own responses when he touched her than anything in the world. It had gotten so that he had only to smile at her in a certain way and she could feel moisture dampening her panties down between her thighs. Bitch in heat! she'd called herself cruelly.

Even that cold superintendent touching her arm and she'd begun to get all tingly and warm despite her intellectual anger at the man. A strange man… very strange… it was as though the moment he stopped being the superintendent, pompous and authoritarian, an electric spark had struck between them… or was it only her own too active virgin's imagination at work… that she thought every man in sight wanted to make love to her. Still there had been the way he'd looked at her… as though he wanted to rip her clothes off and ravish her on the spot.

Valerie Fenton! You're crackers! Absolutely nuts! Stop it this instant! She commanded herself all the way back up the hill to the classroom, forcing her mind and her body away from such silly ruminations about a man she hardly knew. Ridiculous!

The afternoon sun was blazing straight through the windows of the school when the dismissal bell rang. The scrambling and the yelling began. Suddenly Valerie was very, very tired. As the children filed out, jostling and joking, but remembering to straighten desks when she reminded them, the weariness descended on her like a cloak. Part of it was the strain of having the superintendent here and her ridiculous imaginings about him.

At last the children were gone and she wandered hollowly about the big room, watering the plants, putting books away, picking up jackets and depositing them in the lost and found box. It was a good school, she thought inanely, as she looked around at the empty desks where so much of her young life had been invested. It is a good school! Taylor Crane could fry in hell!

Locking up the big outside door, Valerie thought she heard something. She listened, standing very still on the schoolhouse porch but she heard only the wind through the cypresses, blowing off the sea inland. Jumpy. She was just jumpy and nervous because of that cold man coming down to criticize and sneer.

Valerie stiffened. There it was again. Voices. She was absolutely sure this time she heard voices. Surely all the children had gone long ago. She slipped down the steps and listened again.

"Ohhhhh… yesss… fuck me, Bobby… fuck me…!"

Valerie stopped in her tracks, sure this time that her imagination had gone wild. God, she must be hallucinating here in broad daylight! She hurried around the end of the building and waded through the tall golden oats toward the bluff that rose up a hundred yards behind the school.

"Fuckkkkkkk… that's it, baby… Fucckkkk…

Sucking in her breath fearfully, Valerie scraped behind the thick scabby bark of the huge oak tree that the younger children climbed so gleefully. She leaned against it, her heart almost thudding out of her breast. She waited. This time she wasn't imagining things. The terrible words had come to her ears as clearly as if she were in the same room with… who? Who could be out there in the brush?

"Harderrrr… Bobbyyyyyy… harderrr…"

Valerie's chin ventured upward to rest on the crotch of the tree trunk where it parted in heavy armed welcome. She strained to see who and what. And then she saw two white girlish legs raised in the air above the waving oats. Oh God! A few steps further and she'd have stumbled over the couple. Hippies. It must be hippies out rutting in the bushes like animals. The highway was full of them all the time.

A rush of wind flattened the oats and Valerie saw Bobby Landers! Oh God in heaven! It wasn't hippies. It was Bobbie Landers. Bruce's boy! Bobbie! Fifteen years old and he was lying between a pair of naked white thighs and fucking his strong young cock as hard as he could into the depths of some girl's more than willing body.

Valerie felt faint and weak. How? How could a student of hers behave in such a way? She leaned heavily against the tree unable to tear her eyes away from the incredible sight of the two young animals mating in the tall grass almost under her very nose.

"That's itttt, Bobby… fuck me with your big cock!"

The boy willingly dived into the pink slit between the girl's legs. Valerie could even see the tiny crumpled bud of the girl's rectum. Dear heaven! It was Jennifer Crist. Thirteen year old Jennifer Crist. My God! She was a child but she was talking like a slut… a whore… a harlot! It couldn't be… it just couldn't be! But even as the words pronounced themselves inside her head, Valerie knew that she was fighting what her own two eyes were witnessing! Those children were… but that word would not force itself even to sound within her brain. Those children had named it accurately but… she… their teacher could not. FUCKING, you ridiculous twenty-five year old virgin… they're fucking! They know exactly what they're doing. This isn't any first time performance for either of them.

What… what are you doing to her? Valerie's mind raced frantically to find a way out of the unbelievable situation. But, as she watched, Bobby just smiled more broadly and fucked into the girl's body, propping himself in a push-up position on his elbows.

Jennifer squirmed below him as he reached into her clothing and grabbed one of her budding young breasts, pushing back the opened blouse and exposing his actions to Valerie's horrified gaze. The young girl, seemingly just past puberty, acted entirely at ease under his virily driving young loins and the boy kneaded at her small, firm tit with lustful vigor.

Fighting frantically to release herself from this nightmare that she now realized did not belong to her haunted imagination, she almost broke into bitter laughter, remembering her feverish feelings when Taylor Crane had only touched her arm. Mad! She must be mad, Valerie thought wildly.

Despite her revulsion at their vile actions, she was greatly concerned about Jennifer's safety. The girl seemed too young to really understand what she was doing to herself, but seemed to have complete trust in Bobby who was now gleefully pinching and pulling at the hardened nipple of the girl's smooth exposed breast.

The boy's hand left Jennifer's chest and he adjusted his stance, placing both hands firmly on the ground above her shoulders. Suddenly, he deftly lodged his lurching cock deeper between the pink moist flanges of the girl's cunt, then with an enormous thrust rammed the brutal instrument into the moist, ready slit, forcing a deep groan from Jennifer's open lips.

Imagining the girl in unbearable pain, Valerie almost lunged forward to try to pull the demonically grinning boy from Jennifer's ravaged young loins. She was again held back by the incredible curiosity that was gnawing at her. As she struggled madly with herself, she saw Jennifer's hips begin a rhythmic rotation as she lay under Bobby, skewered on his invading cock. The staggering realization came to Valerie that this girl was no novice at such lurid actions.

The young teacher tried to block out the depraved spectacle before her, but couldn't. She had to look… the hellish exposition was mesmerizing her. Not six feet from where she stood the youthful couple were heaving and bucking in an obscene fucking unison. She could see the tiny pink ridges of Jennifer's moist young pussy clasped tightly around the base of Bobby's glistening cock as he thrust into her with each savage stroke. A moist, sucking sound of intercourse sounded in the air and the thud of his sperm laden young balls slapping against the young girl's willingly upturned ass-cheeks joined it melodiously.

As Valerie watched in a near-coma of horror and fascination, she felt again the hand of Taylor Crane creeping around her arm and brushing her breast. Though her mind was repelled by the debasing exhibition before her, she could feel the tips of her breasts tightening to tiny buttons under her sweater. Her eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she saw Bobby's heavily surging cock sliding up and down through the bearded, mouth-shaped opening of Jennifer's cunt. She knew she should reach out and tear them apart, but the tightness in her throat would not permit it. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the tree trunk, but still the vision of Bobby's rampaging prick, wet and shining, buffeting into the moist softness of Jennifer's nakedly clenching little vagina, raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes tightly but still could not blot out the lewd vulgar picture. The couple's loud gasps and the wet sucking noises of their fucking drifted to her ears, magnifying the image a thousand times.

The image ground harder into Valerie's brain and a paralyzing thought suddenly struck her like a blow. Why did they come here behind the school to do this? Why did she stay to watch? Why didn't she go for help or tear them apart like two misbehaving puppies? Why?

Valerie stood still, transfixed, horrified, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewd spectacle. She watched with mounting terror, as the boy reached a hand down between them, his fingers curling around the long, hard shaft of his lust-filled member and raised his slimly muscled buttocks high in the air, aiming his great cock straight into Jennifer's soft, naked and defenseless cunt, its length and breadth jerking, as he paused there, momentarily before the brutal plunge again. She saw the muscles of his back and legs tense, heavily, cording out under his tanned skin; his buttocks hollowed, and he plunged, forcefully, using all of his strength to drive the erect penis deep into the tight, moist channel that waited naked and vulnerable between Jennifer's thin young thighs.

He buried his long, thick, lust-inflated cock into her vagina as far as it would go, in one smooth, stabbing stroke, his balls slapping, dully, up against her upturned behind, their pelvic bones smacking together with a fleshy resounding smack.

Jennifer gasped up into the boy's face; it was a gasp of pain and surprise, as her knees jerked involuntarily, and she screwed her buttocks back and down into the soft grass to escape the suddenly brutal impalement of her loins, her toes curling inward to the soles of her tiny, narrow and delicate feet with the agony of it.

The boy withdrew the thick, hard rod of flesh, then, slightly, slipping the fleshy column out for several inches, before he flexed his hips again and plunged it forward and in again as Jennifer moaned, loudly, incessantly, up into his face. Once more, he withdrew his maleness from her widely spread cuntal opening, until the cockhead showed, redly, in the moistness of the girl's coral-lined sex passage. Unexplainably, then, Jennifer's tapering white legs lashed out, suddenly, around the boy's narrow twin-cheeked tautness of flexing buttocks, straining to pull the great length and breadth of his fully erect cock back inside her. The cords on the inside of her marble-white thighs were raised and flexed, as she shoved her golden, down-covered crotch up over his white, glisteningly moist rod of rock-hard maleness, attempting to swallow the whole of it, again. Her dew-moist cuntal mouth nibbled its way straight up his vibrating, visibly pulsing shaft, her hollowing buttocks lifting several inches off the flattened grass, her back arched, as she struggled to absorb the lusty cock her hungry young cunt demanded.

A wet, viscous sound of the friction of cock and cunt sluicing together drifted across the opening to the ears of the watching, listening teacher, who stared, wide eyed, transfixed contemplating a segment of the world she did not yet completely understand. She was too terrified to move from the spot.

As she watched, Jennifer's narrow little hips began to move, flexing rhythmically, beating up and down the smooth, fleshy pole imbedded in her softly clasping channel of love, the dangling, hair-covered, ball-filled sac of the boy slapping in time against the tiny, faintly puckered anal passage, below. Then, Jennifer was groaning, her voice sounding strange, choked, almost incoherent with building passion.

"Fuck me, God damn it! Fuck me! That's what you want to do… then come on… do it, Bobby! Fuck me… hard!" The girl moaned in agony.

The filthy, lewd word spewed out of Jennifer's mouth. Dear God! Fuck me! Valerie couldn't let that particularly horrifying thought come to full comprehension in her mind. What can I do? She could do nothing but continue to watch in wide eyed fascination and horror as the lewd spectacle moved on to even more indecent and salacious sex acts.

The boy, Bobby, on top of Jennifer said nothing. His breath came in rasping, panting gasps, his jaw hung asag, as he held his body rigid while Jennifer squirmed her vagina, frantically, up and down on the rigid shaft of his sex.

Then, writhing snakelike, Bobby's hand curled under Jennifer's wildly pumping buttocks, the tip of his middle finger circling and teasing the tiny puckered anal circle that nestled down between the smooth, white, moons of her buttock, that worked so desperately, hungrily, on the virile young hardness buried so deeply in her widespread loins. His finger tantalized for a long moment, probing, experimentally, and bringing, suddenly, to Jennifer's lips a screeching wail of agony as it slipped through the protective ring of muscle and disappeared inside, right up the child's back passage, as her tortured young body twisted and turned to escape the unnatural plunder of her anus.

"Ooooooooooh, Bobby… you bastard! You're hurting me!" she screamed.

Her legs kicked out as she squealed in pain and torment, her toes curling, her ass jerking back to escape, but again, unexplainably, Jennifer's hips began to move forward, screwing herself up on his finger in her asshole, her loins beginning to gyrate, uncontrollably, her legs locking tightly to pull him to her, seeming to impale her own wildly pumping loins on the brutal, double ravishment of cock in cunt and finger in anal channel.

The couple on the ground were frantic now. Faster and faster they moved, the boy's huge, thick, fleshy rod flashing whitely in and out of the young girl's cruelly wide stretched cuntal opening that glistened in the bright light, the viscous moisture from her vaginal walls forming dewy droplets that dribbled and ran downward to lubricate the plundering finger in the rubbery sponginess of her backside, as well as the long, hard cock that moved smoothly in and out of the cylinder of her cunt like a well-oiled piston. Their naked, lustful loins smashed together with a harsh, slapping sound. Now, Bobby jerked his finger from the flexing anus, below, with a faint popping hiss, and he supported his muscular body on both hands, his hips driving his monster cock, powerfully deeper and harder into the female softness of young Jennifer's loins, eliciting an incessant mewling moan of pleasure from the child's ecstatic lips.

Again, Jennifer screamed in an agony of sexual rapture, the sound of it different, now. Valerie, watching and listening felt her own virginal cunt lips quicken and draw inward, sucking hollowly on the nothingness between her legs. Oh God… her panties were wet, she suddenly realized. She was wet with her own moisture, aroused by the sight of those lustful children down there in the grass and oats, mating and snorting and wailing like demented animals. She pressed harder against the rough bark of the tree and felt the thickened bark scraping and mashing her full breasts flat, rubbing her nipples to fiery nibs of heated desire.

Valerie clung to the tree, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewdly bucking young couple, writhing and screaming in the grass, their genitals salaciously bared, their coupling completely exposed, cock joined in cunt in an obscene exhibition of wild, uninhibited fucking! Valerie felt her own body responding and melting and quivering as though she herself were participating in their lewd orgiastic experience.

She shivered as though seized with a sudden chill even though the fevers were raging in her blood like molten torrents. It was no longer any secret to her. She couldn't go for help or pull them apart… for the watching was turning her on too! The watching of their maniacal fucking was turning her bones to jelly with jealousy and frustration. The truth was… she was a virgin… a twenty five year old virgin. Bruce had even hinted that she was worse than a dried up old maid that last time she'd sent him away.

His voice came back to haunt her now. "What are you… some kind of nut? I want to feel your breasts… you want my hands there… and you scream like a banshee… you're crazy or senile or some damn thing, woman!" Valerie had gone tearing up the path to her cottage then, sobbing and moaning, turning at the door and screaming out at him in her pain and humiliation, "I never want to see you again, Bruce Landers!"

"Don't worry, baby… you won't!"

Three weeks now she'd waited but he made no move. She'd finally known that he wouldn't and had fallen back into wearing herself out with the horse and the school and the children and the garden. She'd lain awake many nights though wondering whose arms had welcomed him, what woman was accepting him and consoling him?

Bruce's boy was down there now with Jennifer Crist, his virile young cock sunk deep into willing young cunt flesh, open and pink like a wound that wept liquid that was not rotting, but fresh young lubricant from deep inside her fertile young body.

Suddenly, Valerie's attention was jerked back to the scene before her by a soul-searing groan that went on and on. She looked down to the ground and saw Bobby gasping and moaning with Jennifer more softly echoing his every sound. The boy pummeled his lust-hardened young penis heartlessly into the young girl's vaginal passage, plunging again and again. And then, Bobby began spewing his hot white load deep into Jennifer's upturned cunt, the force of his orgasm sending hot cascading sperm foaming back out of her thinly hair-lined young cunt-lips and down the desperately clenching cleft between her ass-cheeks. Almost insanely, the girl screwed her buttocks tightly onto the still squirting prick sunk deep into her belly, and as the boy gave one final lunge into her semen flooded cuntal passage, she let out a whimpering wail from between tightly clenched teeth, and Valerie saw her body shudder violently as a great crest of pleasure wracked her body.

"Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh…ggggggggaaaadddddaaaaammmmm," Jennifer screamed in an agony of sexual rapture, screaming out her orgasmic release, as young Bobby Landers stroked into her without mercy, until with a low guttural grunt, he drove deep up into her again to the hilt, holding himself down there for breathless moments while his hot white sperm still shot into the pale softness of the thirteen year olds hungrily accepting belly. Valerie thought she could detect the pumping action in his balls, tight up in the cleft, between Jennifer's rounded little ass cheeks, and she could see his puckered anus jerking and flexing as he came. Then, at last he collapsed on top of the girl, the full weight of him cradled between her still spasmodically clenching child-like thighs.

"God, damn, Jenny… I thought I'd never stop cumming!" he giggled.

Valerie's body was taut with the tension of the scene before her. The young couple lay exhausted on the ground. Biting her knuckles to keep her whimpers from becoming audible, Valerie somehow stumbled into the girl's bathroom and locked the door. When she was seated on the toilet, her ruined panties wet and slippery with her own damaging and desirous moisture around her slender ankles, the sobs came out in convulsive groans, as her middle fingers found the shamelessly slippery cunt lips between her legs and tried to ease the torturous need there. Oh God… Oh God… Oh God…