Chapter 1

Indian Summer carried well on into the beginning of the school year, and the hills of Lincoln, New York in the center of the state were bathed with the warm rays of the sun, even though it should have been much cooler. The trees were changing color, turning the landscape into a picture-postcard setting. On the first day of the school year, just before her classes were to begin, lovely Karen Heller stood at the window of her second grade classroom and looked toward the hills. It was hardly a day to be teaching school, she thought to herself. And it's certainly not a day to keep children indoors in a stuffy classroom when she knew they would rather be outside playing. In a month, perhaps less, the ground would be covered with snow, and the air would be icy cold. Then would be the proper time to be studying. But now... Now children should be running around the small wooded area, she thought. God knows they had enough to do without being denied the pleasure of childhood.

Karen sighed as she thought of the things she wanted to do for her students. It's a shame, she thought, that they would all be boys. The school was somewhat experimental, and the Superintendents believed that if all the students were one sex, they would be more able to concentrate on their studies. It was a belief that the voluptuous twenty-three-year-old redhead did not share. At any age, people should be with members of the opposite sex. There would be no way they could avoid it in later life, and the longer inter-action was postponed, the harder it would be for children to understand about life and love. There were enough problems in the world without making things worse.

When she had been a student in college in Buffalo, New York, Karen had developed the belief that it was a teacher's duty to teach everything, and not just those things that were written in the textbooks. At best, books were only a partial education. Her students, she believed, should have as much experience as possible. When she had learned about the experimental school, she had applied, not quite understanding that it was an all boys school. When she had been accepted and learned that there were not only no girl students, but also no other female teachers, she had almost refused the job. It was not the type of situation she had envisioned herself in. But then she thought the better of it. It would do the children no good if she deserted them when she Felt they needed someone who thought the way she did. She believed that she might be able to do some good if she joined the faculty. She wasn't exactly sure, at that point almost two weeks ago, about what she could do to. but she had joined the faculty anyway, believing that something would present itself in such a way that she would be able to put to use some of her own ideas about education

After all, this was supposed to be an experimental school.

What bothered her the most was that she was in a fairly secluded part of the state, and she knew that many times, areas away from large cities were conservative, if not outright backward. How would the people of the town react to her methods of teaching? She found that her mind was wandering as she watched the children playing in the school yard before the first bell rang, signaling the end of their summer and the beginning of a long, hard school year. Karen was new to the area, having moved there only after she had been informed that she was hired. She was not yet used to the small town atmosphere, having lived all her life in large cities. Her hazel eyes focused on the crowd of eight-year-old boy playing tag, and she thought about what darlings they were, Children were so loving and wonderful... they gave without asking in return, and their eyes were always filled with wonder and bright excitement. She hoped that her students would never lose that wonder in her class. They would probably be well behaved, she thought. After all, they came from very well- to-do families who could afford to send their children to the private school rather than the public school in the center of the town. Although Karen did not know exactly how much their parents had to pay, she assumed it was quite a bit. She was being paid more than twice as much as a teacher at the public school, something that had helped her make up her mind about whether she wanted to teach at an all boys school. The other members of the faculty, all men, had at-first been apprehensive about letting a woman enter their staff. After all, they reasoned, since there were no other women in the school, her presence might provide a distraction to the young boys, who were just starting to reach the age where they thought about sex a great deal. Well, why shouldn't they? Karen thought to herself. After all, sex was the basic reason all the children existed if it weren't for sex, there would be no children at all. She had said that at the faculty meeting, and received a great many dirty looks, and she decided that she had better not bring up her views on that matter again. The last thing she wanted to do was lose her job before she even got it. But she could sense that there was more to "educational theory" about not having girls at the school. She sensed an almost frightful fear of sex in the faculty, as though sex was something that was just not mentioned. 'What nonsense, ' the lovely teacher thought! She remembered when she was a student in college and how she had spent her first year doing little more than hitting the books. Then she met Mark Lester in the library, just after her last final exam. Something inside her opened up. There was really nothing all that special about Mark, but she fucked him later on that night after they had gone to the student union for coffee. It was as thought a whole new world was opened up to her. She could remember having orgasm after orgasm with Mark that night... and again the next morning. God, just thinking about that first time made her vaginal lips ache with the same tingling she had been feeling a great deal lately. For the whole summer after her first year at college, and for the rest of her college life, she never spent a night alone in bed... getting fucked by as many men as she could in an effort to make up for lost time. And there was an added bonus she had never thought about. Her school work improved. Studying was a great deal easier if she could release herself sexually at night. She had thought about it a great deal. Some students took drugs such as pot to help them get through the rigors of college. She never found the need for any drug. For her money, there was nothing like the feeling of a man's steel-hardened cock fucking in and out between her legs. Though there had been little emotional attachment with the men that fucked her, there was not the empty feeling that might have come about. She made certain that all he men believed the same way she did... sex was as basic a need as food and water, and as natural as breathing. Some people chose to have this basic need with only one other person, but that was not for her. She wanted to provide as many men with that basic need as she could, and in the process, she had learned a great deal about the pleasures to be derived. She could remember sucking some of the men's cocks until they emptied their hot loads of cum deep in her throat... having two men fuck her in the ass and cunt at the same time... sucking two men's cocks at once... licking other women's hotly squirming pussys to orgasm while she herself was being tongue-fucked by either men or women. There was nothing she wouldn't try once she heard of it, and she looked back on that part of her life with no regrets what so ever. Some of her friends warned her that she was leading an empty life, but the facts did not bear them out. Her grades were among the best in her graduating class, and she acquired an intuitive sense about the world which was formed by her willingness to do as much as she could with as many people. She hardly thought of herself as strange or perverted, or even loose. With all her experience, she found that she could make any man happy with her mouth or cunt and it brought her a deep comfort to know that she was able to do this.

Of course, since she had come to the tiny town of Lincoln, all that had changed. While the people of the town were nice, most of them were as straight as a summer day in the desert is long, and she had been forced to use her fingers on her cunt every night since she had arrived. From the short, simple conversations she had with the available men in the town, she learned that all of them wanted to get married and settle down to raise a family. Maybe in ten years she would be ready for something like that, but for now, she wanted to be as free with herself as she could be.

Her thoughts were suddenly broken as the bell rang, and she could feel her heart fluttering at the thought that she was about to begin her first day as a teacher. Although she had been a student teacher before, it was not the same as having her very own class room. She took her position behind her desk, and could not help but smile as she watched the children filter into her room. Clearly none of them had been told that they would have a woman teacher. Some of them stopped and looked at her as though she had just landed from another planet, and, to her surprise and delight, there were even a few whistles. She could tell that her ideas about not having members of the opposite sex around had been correct. Most of her children had no ideas how to react to the presence of a woman

Well-l-l... this was very interesting! She could see that she had her work cut out for her.

"Class, please come to order," she said as the children took random seats. "My name is Karen Heller, and I can see that some of you are a little surprised that I'm a woman. I hope you'll get over that initial shock. I have some rather different ideas about education than you're probably used to, and one of them concerns seating. For the rest of the year, you can sit where ever you want."

With that, there was a mad scramble to get as close to the front by the children as they could. Some of the smaller ones were pushed aside, and one of them was actually thrown to the floor, hitting his head. Karen could see that she was more correct than she had first realized. They wanted to be as close to her as possible. The wailing cry of the boy who had hit his head filled the room, and Karen went over to him, picking him up and holding him against her to comfort him. She could feel a warm, seeping wetness beginning to flow from her previously aching pussy, and she decided that she would start her new education with this boy who had wanted to be so close to her, and who had been so rudely pushed away. While she was holding him to help him stop crying, the class remained quiet. She patted the boy on the head, told him to take a seat at the rear of the room, and then went to the head of the class. "I want today to be as short as possible," she told her students. "I know how nice it is outside, and I don't want to be in this class room any more than you do. So I'll just call the roll, get to know you a little, and then you can go home early."

There was a unanimous cheer from all the students except the boy who had hit his head. He was sulking, and Karen couldn't tell if it was because he was really hurt or felt bad because he was so far away from her, As she called out the names of the students, she found that he was Alan Ribner. After half an hour of calling names and general talking about what the students expected for the year, she told them that they could go home... all except Alan. She wanted him to stay after. There were the usual jeers about how he was in trouble. Karen could see that the smaller boy had few, if any, friends. No one told him that he would wait until Alan was let out, and there was a look of fear on Alan's face, as thought he was going to be punished for something he had done.

When the class room was empty, and with Alan sitting in his seat in the back of the room, Karen closed and locked the door to her classroom. It looked as thought this small boy could really use a friend, and if there was anything Karen had learned in college, it was how to be a friend to men. Turning around and leaning against the door, she canted to Alan to come to her. The frightened boy slowly rose from his seat and walked to her, his head lowered as though he was accepting his punishment without question. He was still sobbing slightly, and Karen could feel her heart melting as she thought of how unhappy he must be feeling right now. He looked so miserable and lonely... When he got to within arm's reach of the lovely red-headed teacher, she gently put her hand out and drew him to her waist, gently running her fingers over the area of his head that had been hurt. She sensed that tears were once again welling up in his eyes, and she wanted to end whatever torment he was going through as soon as possible.

"Now... now, you couldn't have been hurt all that much," she soothed, stroking his lovely, childish head. "You should have stood up against the boys who pushed you out of your seat.

With his head resting lightly against her chest, Alan spoke through his sobs. "I'm too little," he said, his voice carrying all the sadness of a boy who was used to being picked on all his life. "I can't wait until I get bigger... Then I'll show them."

In spite of herself, Karen smiled at the boy's threats for the future. She could see that he would never become the physical giant he wanted to be. He would probably become only average in size, which would be all right if he had self-confidence. Well, Karen, she thought to herself, why don't you instill a little confidence in him right now? She put her arms on his shoulders and knelt down to look at him face to face. "I think you're a bigger man than any of the other boys in the class," she said to him, looking straight to his forehead from his tears, and she brushed it away, running her hand lightly over his face to wipe away the tear stains. "In fact, I think you're the biggest man I've met in this whole town since I've been here."

She could see by Alan's expression that he thought she was merely saying those thing. He must have heard them before, and there had to have been a point where the words alone were meaningless. She was determined to show him that she really meant what she said, though. She was going to back up her statement with action.

"Do the other boys talk very much about sex?" she asked soothingly. Alan looked as though he was trying to think of what his new teacher was getting at, and she decided that she would take the pressure off him. After all, this was going to be his first time, and she wanted to make it as easy for him as she could. He had enough trouble with his life as it was. "I'll bet they do, Alan, and I'll bet they think you don't know anything at all about. Am I right?"

The boy nodded his head, and the curvaceous woman was delighted to see that he had stopped crying. Then she noticed that he was not looking her in the eye, but rather was gazing at the sensual jutting of her breasts. She drew him against her again, pressing his face tightly into the full mounds, all the while feeling her nipples harden and her cunt juices beginning to flow at the thought of what was about to follow, "Well, Alan, as a teacher, I feel that I should teach you a little something about what the other kids talk about. Would you like that?"

The boy mumbled something, but his voice was muffled by the firm fleshy mounds of her breasts. She could feel him nodding his head, though, and she knew that she was making the right decision. Still kneeling, she continued to hold him snuggled against her rising and falling breasts. His smooth young head felt warm and his hair was soft against her hand. She allowed her hand to slide down over his youthful back and downward to cup the firm pants- covered mounds of his boyish buttocks as she held him tightly to the ever increasing rhythm of her breathing. "Would you like me to suck your little cock?" she asked in as soothing a voice as she could. Already her mind was swirling with the excitement she knew she would experience by swirling his boyish cock around in her warm, wet mouth while sensations of obvious sensual desire raced uncontrollably through her tingling belly. She could feel the young boy stiffen at her words. Clearly, he had never heard such language, and he must be trying to think of what she was talking about. She pulled him gently away from her and began hungrily kissing his smooth, boyish cheek... and then her lips found their way to his mouth while his hands continued to caress and knead the cheeks of his ass through his pants. She dropped to her knees to get more comfortable, and she opened her eyes to look at his crotch. She had thought all along that an eight-year-old could get an erection, and now she knew that she had been right. She could see a swelling in his crotch, and she raced her hands around from his ass to that swelling, gently kneading and squeezing it while her lips continued to press against his. The throbbing boyish hardness of his small penis thrilled her, and a wantonly abandoned sensation charged wildly through Karen's experienced, voluptuous body as she clutched Alan tighter to her with the one hand on his shoulder. Her brain reeled with emotion and pure sensualism sweeping over her, and she opened her mouth, sending her tiny tongue between the sweet-tasting boyish lips of this, her first student.

"Uuuunnnhhh... Miss... Miss Heller... what... ?" the boy garbled in surprise against her openly breathing mouth. "I... we... oooooohhhhhh..." he tried to find the words for his feelings, but what was happening to him was so new and strange that he didn't know where to begin... or what he should say. He had heard the other boys making jokes about what was happening to him right now, but he never thought such things actually could happen. From all the things he had heard, though, he was expecting something dirty to happen. But this wonderful woman was anything but dirty. She was nice, and he somehow sensed that she was trying to help him. He got those feelings even more when she thrust her tongue once again into his openly surprised mouth! In fact, she drove her tongue so deeply into his mouth that he almost found it hard to breathe. And all the while her soft hands were stroking his buttocks and crotch in a way his mother had never done. For the first few moments, he was totally frightened, but then, as he became accustomed to the touch of her hands, he noticed that it was feeling very good, and he found that he did not mind at all. She was so gentle and kind... and her tongue tasted so good and wet and warm... He never thought another person's tongue in his mouth would make him feel this way!

"Now, Alan," Karen whispered in a husky voice that betrayed her ever-mounting lust, "I'm going to take off your pants. After all, if I'm going to suck your tiny little penis, I have to see it."

What she was about to do to him went against everything he had been taught. His mother especially had told him that he should never let another person play with his "pee-pee," as she called it. But what this new teacher was doing held him totally spellbound, and he was already feeling so good with her fingers "down there" that he didn't want her to stop, ho matter how wrong it was.

The beautiful red-headed teacher slipped his pants down over his slim hips, letting them puddle at his feet on the floor. She noticed with glee that his penis, although small, was nevertheless erect, and she knew it meant he would be able to cum in her mouth. That was exactly what she wanted him to do. Now that his cock was exposed to her gaze, she now longer kneaded his buttocks, but rather brought her hands around to his penis and began stroking the hard, small cock.

Alan was getting more and more excited. First she had been soothing him... but this! This was something else. He had seen his mother and father kiss several times, and he had seen people in the movies kiss as well, but he had never seen anything like what was happening to him now. Alan was amazed at the fact that his penis was hard and pointing straight up. He had never had an erection before, being just a little too young to begin masturbating. He had thought several times about what it might be like to have a woman touch him there, but he had never paid all that much attention to those thoughts. Now he was, though. This was a real woman touching him!

Karen could feel her moistened lips quivering with her own excitement. She had been for a full two weeks without a man's penis in her cunt, her ass or her mouth, and she was looking forward to again experiencing the sensations she had found so pleasureful in college. Smoothing her hands up over the boyish hips again, she fixed her eyes on the throbbing hardness of his tiny penis. In a way, it reminded her of a dog-cock she had sucked once... so small yet so hard and pleasureful and wonderful. Not that Alan was a dog, though. He was a boy about to become a man, and the sexually free teacher wanted to make sure that his loss of virginity did not destroy his mind.

Her mind reeling with licentious thoughts, Karen bent forward to place a kiss lightly on his quivering young ass-cheek, and she felt the boy stiffen with excitement.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

" Uuuhhhh... y... yes..." he stammered, his eyes almost touching the swelling rise of Karen's full breasts. She avoided stroking his cock for a while, moving her hands warmly over his chest and belly in small circles, teasing him into greater hardness as she came closer and closer to touching his now achingly, throbbing penis once again. Visions of what his father and mother would do to him if they knew what was happening entered his mind. They would kill him if they could see him now. But even though he felt a little guilty about letting this woman touch his cock, the sensations were so blissfully overwhelming that he didn't really care what his parents thought at the moment.

He looked down at himself to his groin and the way her soft, slender hands were gently flowing over him. He felt delightfully strange because his pants were at his feet. God! His cock just kept getting harder and bigger... and there was a funny feeling in his belly... And then he sensed that she was going to touch it again, this time differently than she had the first time!

Karen could hardly breathe she was so emotionally strung up and tense that it was all she could to do remember that she was trying to teach this sweet boy something new. But there was no denying the fact that she wanted his cock in her mouth more than she wanted to give him a lesson in sex. Her sexual appetite had been highly sharpened by the fact that she had been using her fingers in her cunt for two weeks, and if the Superintendent were to come into the room, and catch her, she wouldn't be able to stop what she was doing. Christ, she would fuck him as well. Se would take the two of them on at once. She had to have this sweet, innocent, loving boy. She held him between her full spread thighs, his naked back and buttocks pressed warmly to her electrified body, her hand quivering with excitement as she found once again the throbbing rod of his hardened penis.

With her other hand tenderly spread out over his belly and chest, the erotically aroused teacher felt the reflexive lurch of his boyish form as her feverish hand encircled the jutting rod of his blood-swollen hardness. Eagerly, she looked down to see the bright red-tipped young cock resting in the soft palm of her warm hand, the outline of its mushroom shaped head visible through the covering sheath of its foreskin. Her mouth went dry at the wild lust provoking excitement the sight and feel of it sent racing through her. It had been so long... Experimentally she took it between her thumb and forefinger to gently draw the outer layer of skin back, revealing its moistened purplish head. Again she could feel the eight-year-old boy lurch back, and she kissed him quickly on the forehead. "Don't be frightened, darling," she whispered. "I'm going to do something to you that none of the other boys have had happen to them, and I know you'll love it as much as I will."

"I... I... don't know..." the wildly excited young boy gasped, totally unable to understand the strange sensations searing in his belly, watching her hand move back and forth with his "pee-pee" right between her thumb and forefinger. This time she slid the skin over and then back off its head, and the more she did it, the stronger those feelings became. And the they were added to with another strange feeling... this time in his tiny, hard balls... feelings he had never experienced before. Oooooh...

"Do you like this, Alan?" she asked tremulously as she continued to move her hand lovingly over the swollen shaft of his eight-year-old cock.

"I... I don't know... I think I do... I... I... I..." he stammered, not able to think of what he should say. It felt so wonderful, so tingly, the way she kept stroking it back and forth, and his belly was tightening up in knots of excitement more strongly than he had ever felt any excitement before. Another wave of fear of the unknown washed over him, but he could not move away from her. He was held in place by the wonderfulness of the sensations.

"Lay down on the floor, Alan, darling," Karen whispered hotly in his ear, actually pulling him around and down before he had a chance to do it himself. And then he was on his back with his head near the desk, and she had face was just above his cock!

Karen could feel her natural sensual talents coming back to her. She hadn't sucked a cock since she left Buffalo two weeks ago, and she thought she might have lost the finer touches of the action. But she could see now that she had nothing to worry about. Everything was coming back to her mind now as though she had sucked a dozen men the night before. It was all so familiar to her now. She knew that she would be able to please this young boy more than he had been pleased by anything before... and she herself would get the satisfaction of once again having her mouth filled with the wet, hot cum she wanted so badly. The thought that she would be the first woman to ravish this sweet young boy made her feel all the more determined that she would really show him what sex was all about! As she looked at his cock merely inches from her face, an overwhelming desire suddenly came into being inside her. She looked down at his tender, hairless balls and thighs. She had to kiss it... to touch it with her tongue... to taste and suck it! God! It was larger than she had thought it would be, and his smooth, pink balls reminded her of tiny cherry-tomatoes. But the puffy flesh around the base of his boyish penis was as stimulating to her as anything. As she smoothed her hand upward over his soft, pliant thigh toward it, she was surprised to see the slender length of hardness suddenly swell even larger.

Briefly, she wondered just how large it would grow. After all, he was only eight-years-old. Perhaps it was because he was able to be so free with her that his cock was growing larger than was believed possible by all the "scientists." How many eight- year-old boys are tested for sexual ability under totally free situations? Very few, if any, she reasoned. She could see the folly of having younger children removed from the pleasures of sex, she thought. She could see conclusive proof that younger children were capable of enjoying sex as much as older children and adults! And that meant that she would really enjoy having sex with this young boy. That sudden realization added new fermentations to her intensively aroused desire. Once again, she took hold of his cock with excitedly trembling fingers and began to stroke it, feeling it pulsing as she extracted the moistened, swollen head from its protective foreskin. The way the slender length of it tried to hug snugly against his flat white belly in its rigidness fascinated her. The wanton young teacher, in all her experience, had never seen a young boy's cock. The sight only added more fuel to her lust-inflamed mind. It seemed a little strange that an eight-year-old penis could produce such intense feelings in her, but she reasoned that it was because she was helping this young boy become a man. All the people she had fucked before had had other experiences, but she was holding in her hand the virgin cock of a young boy, and the thought that she was able to use all her training to open the doors of sensual delights to him sent a wild shiver ripple through her body. She could remember the fears and tension she had felt when she held her first cock... She could vividly recall the apprehension that had swept through her at the thought that a man's penis was finally going to enter the moist slit up between her legs, and she understood that young Alan was feeling very much the same thing.

"W... What are you going to do?" Karen heard Alan's choking question as she went on stroking his stiffened young cock, aware now of the wetness that had seeped down from between her vibrantly tingling vaginal lips to dampen the narrow panty crotchband under her skin-tight pants suit. She writhed on the floor, clutching her full thighs together, the action causing further sensations of erogenous delight to wash through her pelvis and belly.

"I told you, little darling... I'm going to suck your beautiful little cock," she hissed, her tongue slipping out to moisten her feverishly dry lips. "You don't have to be afraid... I know you'll like it very much. I've done this before, and all the other men have liked it. And I think you're as much a man as any of them."