Chapter 1

It's all a piece of cake.

"Your fucking brother helps in the lab he ain't no fucking scientist."

"He fucking is and he has got that stuff and it does fucking work."

"And you're telling us he just used it, like mixed the horse stuff and his secret formula and you reckon that Neanderthal Terry Kenyon was a spaced out dope for five hours, you're shitting us."

"I fuckin ain't, I tell you he was like a fuckin zombie, you could lead him around like a fucking baby, tell you this my brother even slapped the cunt around a bit and the laugh is he didn't remember a fucking thing."

The three big thick set class morons were getting loud as they argued but that was cut short, the three boys chatter was interrupted, "Nathan Mills stop talking, you boys are doing this assignment, yes?"

Nathan Mills looked at the female teacher, "Yes Mrs Tompkins."

She looked at him, "Do you want to go to the principles office again?"

Nathan replied, "No Mrs. Tompkins."

Her expression said it all then her head dropped as she went back to scanning the test pages, her wavy auburn hair cascaded either side of her face as her head slowly moved left to right; she didn't hear a mocking, "Yes Mrs Tompkins, no Mrs. Tompkins" from Roy Hurst or the stupid giggle from Paul Field.

The class of 14 year olds scribbled away; all heads down except for the occasional look up from Hirst, Field and Mills allowing their over active urges to ogle the attractive teacher, she was too wise to wear short skirts, a fact which really pissed off the three class morons, she really was every school boys fantasy, her and her one year older sister Judith.

The boys called her; The fucking hot Mrs Moyer, at 31 years old she had the most perfect of bodies, all the kids said it was a body to die for but totally wasted as she was married to their pompous head master. She was the perfect wife, honest, reliable, the head of the P T A, member of the church committee and the all round do-gooder of the community, and the boys drooled over her.

This was obvious when at break time the three boys saw them in the play area, Nathan was the first to move close; maybe the wind would catch the hem of her skirt and let the boys catch a glimpse of her sexy legs, the amount of times he had jerked himself off thinking of those legs and what lay between them.

The two women were oblivious to them, being bothered by silly adolescent boys never entered their heads, oh no they just chatted but unbeknown to them they were being over heard.

"So what are your plans while George is away," Trudy said.

"Absolutely nothing, its time for my quality time, no committee meetings and the minister is at boys camp so I can just relax in the garden, chase a few weeds, soak a few baths, rest and treat myself to a beauty make over in town," Judith wrinkled her button nose as she smiled, "And you."

"Well, as Don will be going the week after George it will allow me to have finished off all my home work, so apart from a couple of visits to you I suppose its cleaning out my painting studio and getting down to some serious art work, I just hope our husbands make the most of this, shall we say," she laughed at her joke, "Allowed hunting trip." Joining in the little laugh Judith said, "Yes, love them as we do it won't do us girls any harm to have a little time alone."

"And what was that mysterious parcel he had in the office?" Trudy asked.

Judith giggled a little, "His and hers digital cameras and a printer, he wanted one for the trip and he thought I should get one, get this, so as I could do slides and talks at the towns women's guild, I'll have a little play with it when he's gone."

Nathan slouched off muttering, "Fuck what a prude, is that all she's gona play with while he's gone."

It was three days before the summer break. Nathan was on his own having a smoke, the other two had been kept behind so he waited at the side of the sports hall.

In quick section there were three smashing sounds; Nathan stubbed out his cigarette and ran around to the back of the hall, three of the huge windows had holes in the centres, Nathan's eyes scanned the complex as a bunch of youths, heads covered with their hoods were legging away; Nathan thought, shit get the fuck out of here.

He took off, running for the gate, just as he took the last corner there she was, the fucking hot Mrs Moyer, standing, leg spread, like some sort of vision of stunning beauty between him and escape, "Nathan Mills stop right there."

After the grilling from head master Moyer, it wasn't the fact that no-one believed him because basically he didn't give a shit what school thought, it was that they told his folks and they grounded him, taking away all his cash for the repair which, for Nathan meant no fun over the holidays, he was really pissed off.

He was still pissed off a week in to the summer break and he made his two mates know it. The first Monday morning he sat on the wall down by the park still talking about head Moyer and how he'd droned on about how wrong smashing school property was, how his wife stood there, telling me to say yes sir and no sir to my superiors, her fucking great tits pointing at him as she prattled on about, "Mills must have done it because his friends where being detained, it was his way of getting back at the school, and people who do wrong should be punished."

He was just muttering about getting even when Paul nudged him and nodded up the path, strolling down were Tompkins and Moyer, full summer dress's hugging their amble curves, all three boys ducked down behind the wall.

The boys heard them approach Trudy Tompkins could be plainly heard saying, "So your going to spend all day in the garden tomorrow, while I'm marking the last of the papers for our dear idiots, lucky thing,"

A female voice giggled, "It's going to be hot and I'm going to enjoy it."

Tompkins could be heard, "So I'll see you Friday morning, I'll get rid of Don early and then we will have coffee around ten I'll look forward to a bit of relaxation, hopefully all day."

Moyer replied, "As long as you get the dear idiot's papers marked on time its fine by me."

Tompkins carried on, "Talking of idiots did you see who was there?"

The rather haughty toned voice of Judith Moyer could be heard replying, "Those stupid boys, they ignore me now, acting like babies, should learn to take their medicine and not be so childish, it will teach them a lesson about the value of things."

Trudy Tompkins told her, "You do know that three boys were arrested by the police for breaking other schools windows and they think they were the ones at ours?"

Still with her superior tone Judith Moyer replied, "Those idiots are to dumb to know that."

Nathan grumbled, "Dumb are we, like to see you, you stuck up cunt acting like a fucking baby, that bitch needs taking down a fucking peg or two, needs a fucking good slapping, call me a fucking dumb idiot."

Roy giggled, "Need some of your brothers magic stuff, if there ever was any?" Nathan went very quiet.

Nathan kept waiting, his brother had to go out, he had to leave his room. 8.30 his voice bellowed from the front door, "I've gone to Diggers don't wait up," Nathan heard the bang as the door shook, he was up the stairs and in to the big room his brother used before the sound stopped.

He had a lot of bottles in a fridge that he had nicked from the lab, some with labels some anybodies guess, Nathan muttered, "What the hell had he called it, horse tranquilizer and what, shit, what the hell was it.

Nathan picked up every bottle some labels he could read others made no sense at all, but there was one that had no label just an X on the stopper, he thought, well I ain't having to taste it so here goes, he took it.

He mixed the two substances together making a paste with a white creamy consistency, he took it, filled a bowl with cold water and stood the container in it, he thought that will keep it cool until he was alone in the morning.

He was just picking up some of his mothers doughnuts when the other two boys stomped through the back door, "We been waiting for you where the fuck you been?"

He grinned, "I'm gona eat humble pie and some-one else is gona eat my recipe."

Paul looked at him, "What the fuck you on with?"

"You said she should try the mixture well here goes," as he pushed the nozzle in to the doughnut Roy laughed, "Your shittin us, that ain't the stuff," there was a little pause, "Is it?"

Nathan just grinned and squeezed the bag, "You want to be around while I find out?"

Paul suddenly became serious, "Okay, tell us the plan."

Nathan knew he had their interest, "Simple, I have some of my old ladies home made doughnuts and Moyer is alone in her garden I'm going to be a good student and apologize, she is such a forgiving goody, goody and I'll look so pathetic she will feel so sorry for me and the icing on the cake, so to speak is I'll offer her a peace offering which she will eat, if you want you two can come along and watch the master at work."

Much as Paul and Roy seemed a little hesitant Nathan walked around the large house, taking no notice of the ornate doors aiming instead straight for the smart wrought iron gate. With box in hand he pushed at the gate, with a little metal on metal squeak it opened.

To the left a lawn boarded with flowers and bush's in front the slab path moved up three small steps to a patio and on the patio three long garden loungers with a table covered by a huge pale green umbrella, on one of the loungers lay Mrs. Judith Moyer, dressed in a smart low necked blouse tucked in to pale yellow baggy shorts, Nathan's eyes scanned the lower thighs and legs enjoying the fact they were naked and tanned right down to her bare feet, he licked his lips.

She was deeply immersed in a book as Nathan took enough steps forward to allow his two friends in, then he cleared his throat.

She didn't as much jump as swing her head around then she looked startled at the intrusion, "Don't you usually knock?" she enquired.

Nathan went in to his act, "We did Mrs Moyer but there was no answer, normally I wouldn't have bothered you but there's something I must get off my chest."

She got up and took a fluffy towelling robe from one of the other chairs, putting it on and tying it, it covered her to her knees, she made sure the front was draw across her cleavage, she flicked her hair out of the neck before her green eyes fixed on Nathan, "Well lets hear it."

Nathan dropped his head, "Well I know you don't believe I didn't do it," his head lifted, "And come to think of it I can understand that, but I didn't, still it is no excuse for the way I and Paul and Roy have acted and we feel we would like to apologize to you and Mr Moyer."

He dropped his head again, hiding the smile knowing he knew Mr fucking Moyer was away, he pushed the hand holding the box forward, "Would you except some of my mummies home made doughnuts," the two behind fought to hide the giggle a big yob like him talking about mummy.

She was hooked, "Well, apology accepted and thank you," before she could move Nathan climbed the three steps, box still out stretched.

She took the box, the other two moved to the bottom of the steps, watching, waiting as Nathan waited for her to open the box; slowly she lifted the lid; two round cream filled doughnuts lay snugly in the bottom, she went to shut it, but Nathan was in quickly.

He smiled at her, "Won't you try one, mummy would be interested in your opinion, and she may make some for the women's guild if you think they are good enough."

She smiled at him, "What a sweet thought, of course I'll try them, you've gone to so much trouble and how could I refuse some-one who was big enough to apologize," Nathan clenched his fist as he watched her dainty fingers pluck one of the doughnuts out of the box; slowly the hand transferred the cake from the box to her full thick pink lips, her mouth opened and she took a bite.

The two boys at the back licked their lips at the same time she did, Nathan watched with perverted lust as her tongue scooped the mixture from the side of her mouth, she gave a silly female giggle, "mmmmm yummy," Nathan was surprised but thought she was to much of a nice person to say anything else, he played another card, "Please finish it, I must tell mummy how we watched you eat it all and what you said."

Slowly each mouth full emptied, Nathan waited for some sort of sign that the mixture was going to work, but nothing, she wiped her mouth, "Tell your mother it was perfect and I will only be only too pleased to except some for the guild."

Nathan could hear the other two, the board sighs and mumblings behind him, in front, horror as she started to say her goodbyes, "Well again thank your mother, I'll have the other one later," she hic-cupped, "Oh pardon me," she bent for the glass of squash, another hic-cup, "Thank you boys and no hard feelings."

They turned, Nathan smiled at her as she took a large mouthful of the squash, he muttered, "Thanks Mrs Moyer, eerrr bye then," he turned in to the smirking face's of his friends; he scowled, pushing past them.

As they reached the gate he turned to look back his mind filled with the thoughts of what might have been, Mrs Moyer was just stood there, motionless, holding the glass, shit he suddenly remembered his brother had said something about, he'd had to buy Kenyon a fucking drink, that was the trigger.

Slowly he started to walk back, she didn't move, just stood there swaying. Nathan climbed the steps, the other two held back but Nathan had to know.

He gazed in to her green eyes, tiny pupils, vacant, slow blinking; her mouth trying to make some movement only it looked as though she had a mouth full of glue, he took the glass and put it on the table.

Nathan's hand trembled as he gripped the top of the robe, gently he shook her, "Mrs Moyer, Mrs Moyer," he shook her a little more, as though off balance she staggered, guided by Nathan they reached the table, Nathan turned her and she slumped back, half sitting on it.

He was now grinning in her face, the two others moved up the steps but Nathan wasn't interested in them, "Moyer," he grabbed at the top of the robe with both hands, "Moyer, you fuckin listening," he pulled the two halves open as he started shaking her really hard.

She stared blankly back at him, his grin grew to an evil leer, he shook her more deliberately pulling the two halves further apart, the tops of her creamy full breast jiggled, "Hello Mrs fucking hot Moyer, not quite yourself today, little miss prim, out is she," he slapped her face, she didn't seem to move, "Oh yes I can see the lights are on but there's nobody home."

He moved down pulling the robe apart as he went until he got to the tie, he loosed that and helped the whole robe slide down her arms. He pulled one arm up and out the sleeve then the other before letting his hands rest on her thighs. He gazed in to the vacant eyes, "Been longing to do this," he announced to himself more than anybody, he bent forward and planted a kiss on her partly open lips.

Roy spluttered, "Watch it she may still have some of that stuff on her lips," Nathan never stopped looking at her. His fingers now gripped her jaw, "Oh don't you worry that creamy stuff is past her lips, swallowed and down inside her, happily running around her nervous system," he gripped her jaw tighter forcing his fingers in the side and her mouth to open, "Well Mrs Moyer I wonder how much more creamy stuff these cute lips are going to be swallowing in today?"

Paul was startled, "Hay you don't mean your gona?" Nathan cut him off, "You don't know just how much I'm gona, now get the other side of her, come on, lets get this bitch inside, its time to have some real fun and this holiday it's with her."

Paul tentively did as ordered; all though not sure of what was going to happen he was now totally commented, as was Roy. He picked up the last doughnut and her robe and followed them in.

As he entered Nathan had positioned the helpless woman in the centre of the lounge, she just stood there swaying, nothing else her face a picture of innocence, Roy stared at her, he felt as though he could see her mind fighting to comprehend what was going on.

Nathan wasn't looking at her mind, no, he was soaking in the lushes curves of her full figure, her shapely legs, firm thighs. The way her full breasts let the blouse filled out then taper down to her waist. Her shock of auburn hair that bounced on her shoulders and most of all her face, beautiful full mouth, a cute button nose and those eyes, a deep shade of green but now totally vacant, he muttered, "Like a lamb to the slaughter."

She was about 2 inch's taller than Nathan and her little heeled sandals took her another inch so he had to look up as he moved in front of her, "Any body hooooommme," he pressed a finger on to the front of her blouse over her nipple, "Ding dong, is Mr Fucking Moyer home?"

Her head moved slowly as though drawn to the sound, Nathan grinned up at her, "No, no Fucking Mr Moyer, just Fucking Mrs Moyer, oh dear are we all alone, are we lost and frustrated, do we need some company, do we need some-one to give this a little rub?" there was a audible in take of breath from Roy and Paul as Nathan's left hand slowly moved up between her legs.

Nathan's finger pressed in to the shorts, pushing up and down where he knew the slit would be while his right hand pinched the side of her cheek, "Oh now Mrs Moyer that feels real nice but it will have to wait, first a little insurance just to make sure this holiday is a little more interesting for all of us."

Nathan swung round to the other two, "Don't just stand there gawping, Roy find that fucking camera and make sure you know how it works, Paul, check the fridge for anything long and hard, move it." He turned back to the statue like woman and pinched her cheek again, "And make sure its cunt friendly or even, and this is especially for you Mrs Moyer arse friendly."

As the other two moved around the house Nathan stayed in front of his victim his hands sliding down her legs stroking her thighs, letting his fingers trail up under the shorts, toying with the tight elastic of her panties, grinning at her helpless situation he whispered up to her, "Not very talkative are we, aren't you grateful that me and my friends have decided to spend the day with you, chatting to you, playing with you and fucking you, you arrogant bitch."

Suddenly Paul came back from the kitchen, "I got a cucumber, a fucking big carrot, oh and a couple of half opened wine bottles, any good?"

Nathan's eyes shot to the wine bottles, "Great, still got the corks in, give me the corks we'll need the rest later." Roy came through from the study a box in his arms, "This is a piece of piss, easy all singing, all dancing piece of kit, seen one before, just click, check its what you want, fit it on the printer and press the button."

Nathan's grin turning in to an evil chuckle, "Oh that's just what I want; set it up."

As Roy took the bits out of the box and prepared them, so Paul watched as Nathan went to work on Judith Moyer.

First he undid her blouse, pulling both halves open he put his hand in his pocket, a roll of tape appeared, he looked at the watching friend, "I hoped this would come in useful," he took both halves and fastening them back he pushed them in to the top of her panties, then he moved to the shorts.

He bent and pulled her legs apart, Paul moved to steady her, Nathan started on the buttons of her shorts, "Ya keep hold of her, and we need this pose to start the ball rolling."