Jackson Robard: Sex-education class

Then – it was over, Joan's mature body drained of everything. Her limbs collapsed loosely to the floor of the schoolroom as Wayne's grip on her thighs was released. She lay spread-eagled face-down as she felt his deflating penis slip from between her legs, and the boy moved to lie exhausted beside her still gyrating hips.

"Roll her over, Mickey," the Sharla voice said eagerly in the distance. "Roll her over and jam your prick to her tits!"

"Yeah," the Hagen youth taunted as he grabbed his nakedly helpless teacher and whipped her over into a helpless, lewd position on her back. "What's it going to be, Miss Frazer?" he grinned obscenely down at her. "Suck or fuck?"

Joan gasped at the force of the boy's powerful fingers and looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of her eyes at the leering teen-age youth poised nakedly above her unresisting body. Fire still licked throughout her loins in spite of her recent climax, her passion spurred on by her sheer helplessness and the depraved position in which he was holding her. Through glazed, lust-smoked eyes she could see the faint blurred images of the other students standing over her, but now it was not important. The fires of unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her wildly pulsating cunt and nothing else mattered at all.

"Fuck me," the older woman hissed between clenched teeth, and wriggled her lush, full buttocks at the young, immature boy in lewd, unmistakable invitation. "Go on! Fuck me, little lover! Oh God, all of you sweet children fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me…!"

The last was a shrill scream of rapture as Mickey fell forward driving his long hard cock in to the hilt with one smooth stroke. Within seconds Wayne had mounted Sharla and Knuckles was deeply imbedded in Lucy's madly quivering little cunt. The three females lay side by side… fucking joyously… screaming out their lewd encouragement to the three boys atop them…

Ozgood Blatherton walked determinedly down the hall of Montock High, flanked on both sides and behind by a group of men and women. The principal was talking to the large, rather thick-set man on his left, glancing upwards at the other's ruddy-complexioned face through his pebble-lensed glasses.

"I tell you, Mr. Conroy," Blatherton was saying in his high-pitched voice. "I tell you that you and your Committee are making a disastrous mistake."

"I'm sure you do," the white-haired man beside him dryly answered. "But that's no excuse for your insisting that we all come to school this afternoon. I have better things to do."

"Your Committee of Concerned Parents," Blatherton replied, waving a pudgy hand at the throng of adults around him, "have forced one of my best teachers to resign. Why, you should be glad to have 'new blood' in this school district. God only knows…"

"Watch your language," Mrs. Rasmussen reproved from behind him.

"God only knows," the principal repeated firmly, "that it's extremely difficult to recruit for this small and out-of-the-way area."

"It's a fine town," Elmer Dodderly snapped. "A fine one until this newfangled idea of – well, you know what kind of education."

"I don't mean that," Blatherton said as they all approached Room 12. "I only mean that your irresponsible talk about poor Miss Frazer has caused her to quit us. She was an extremely disturbed young woman, I assure you, when she came to see me yesterday. I'm only hoping that after you see a class of hers in operation, you will change your mind and we can prevail upon her to stay."

"All right," the father of young Wayne Conroy said, his own wariness clear in his voice as Blatherton reached for the door knob. "Let's go in and take a look. But I warn you, Blatherton, this had better be good!"