Helen Highwater

Shameless teacher

CHAPTER ONE

"Beautiful, huh, Miss Avalon?" Sally Avalon looked up from the display case of rare coins with words of polite agreement on her lips-words which died unspoken when she discovered that Willy Jessel's pale blue eyes were focused not on the exhibit in front of him, but on the generous mounds of her sweater-covered breasts. Willy was a troublemaker. A disruptive influence. She wasn't at all clear as to why he stayed on at school past the minimum required age. Certainly he was by no means a good student, and spent most of his time, in her classes anyway, staring at the ceiling or murmuring wisecracks-or fixing her with an unblinking gaze while patently paying no mind to what she was saying. Now his eyes met hers insolently, then they flickered away over the coins. "That right, Miss Avalon-worth a whole million?" he asked. "That's what the guys say." "I believe so," she responded, tight-lipped, and started to walk away. He was at her side. "Uh-Miss Avalon…" "Yes?" "I-uh-seem to be having some kinda trouble with that last assignment-you guess I could talk to you about it? I can't seem to-uh-" "Well?" she asked mistrustfully. "Uh-could we go back to the classroom so I can show where I seem to-uh-" Duty struggled with inclination, and won. "Well, I suppose so," she conceded. "Just for a few minutes, though-I have an appointment very soon." "Oh, sure, Miss Avalon," he reassured her eagerly. "1t won't take that long. It's 1ust a…uh…" They left the assembly hall, Sally nodding politely to the guard who stood by the doorway watching over the extremely valuable display of rare coins and stamps that Peter had lent to enhance the hobbies and handcraft exhibition. She couldn't smother a tiny private smile at the thought of Peter's impetuous, tender marriage proposal last night, his strong hands tilting her face up to his to kiss her soft, wide mouth while he stroked the silky tresses of her shoulder-length blonde hair. Dear Peter! She had been thinking about it every spare moment since. Or not so much thinking about it as unable to keep it away from her mind. Peter was so handsome, so capable and intelligent. She knew that he was a notorious seducer of willing women-yet when she had been true to the principles of her rather rigid up-bringing, instead of breaking off the relationship, he had asked her to marry him. Moreover, he claimed that he was delighted by the idea of having a bride who had never slept with any other man-who would still be a virgin on the night of their wedding. Her happiness was slightly clouded lust now, though, by the hulking presence of Willy beside her. His big, muscular, eighteen-year-old body seemed lust a little too close, radiating a kind of animalistic warmth, a primitive emanation of sensuality that encroached on her space uncomfortably. She wondered fleetingly if she could convincingly find a reason to cancel the few minutes she had promised him-but then she pulled herself together. After all, there would be people around the school for a long time yet, especially with the exhibition attracting various visitors. "Well, now," she said briskly as they arrived in the classroom, "why don't you bring-" "Hold it right there," said a flat-toned voice, and she turned toward the windows. The fire-escape door was open and a short, stocky man stood there. He had a gun in his hand. Aimed directly at her chest. "Shut your mouth an' keep It that way, see," the man went on. His eyes were a cold, unwavering grayness like an arctic sea. "One peep out of you and them pretty knockers gonna get a couple spare holes in em." She started to turn to Willy for help, but froze when his snicker sounded through the humming of blood in her ears. "Okay," the man commanded, "just come over here-nobody's gonna hurt you long as you just keep quiet and do like I tell you." She stood paralyzed with fear, unable to move, until Willy goosed her with a blunt forefinger, when she gasped in outrage and stumbled forward suddenly, her eyes fixed upon the barrel of the gun like a mesmerized rabbit's. "Right down the fire escape. That's it." The gun was pressed against her back, and he was clutching her upper arm in a grip that was just short of downright painful. They descended to the ground and he guided her toward the main gates, where a large car stood with doors open, engine running, a man poised in readiness behind the wheel. Slowly the man with the icy gray eyes raised the gun, and the chilly metal pressed against her temple. She fainted. She heard a voice through the swirling darkness that enfolded her. "Easy as fallin' off a log." Her eyelids felt as though they had been glued shut "One look at Jake with that gun against her head and they just opened up them glass cases and handed over all them coins without a murmur," the voice went on exultantly. "But what you have ta go bringin' her along for?" grumbled another voice. "That's a fuckin' kidnappin' rap." "Look, I told ya, if the cops find us while we're waitin' for Miles to show, we're gonna need a hostage to bargain. They ain't gonna risk gettin' her killed. Don't be so fuckin' dumb, Jerry. Shit, they'd be chasin' us right now if we didn't have her along with us." They were talking about her, she realized incredulously. They had kidnapped her; they had stolen Peter's coins and stamps and they were holding her as a hostage-No, oh, no! This was ridiculous! It was like one of those idiotic television shows! Things like this didn't happen in real life! She would just open her eyes… she would wake up from this absurd, uncomfortable dream at once. She tried to move, but there was no strength in her body. Her arms were tucked uncomfortably behind her, but when she tried to move them, they refused to obey. With great difficulty, she forced her eyelids apart, and was suddenly aware that she was in a fast-moving car. There was somebody on either side of her, and cord was bound around her wrists behind her and around her ankles, too. She made an inarticulate sound, and the men turned to look at her. One was Willy Jessel, the other was the stocky, gray-eyed gunman-Jake, she thought, recalling the earlier conversation. "Hey, welcome back, teach," Willy grinned triumphantly, baring his healthy white teeth. "Bit of a change from teachin' history, huh?" His light blue eyes were malicious, lecherous, traveling over her face and then downward. Once again his gaze was fixed upon her breasts, and the tip of his broad pink tongue passed slowly and deliberately over his lower lip. She shuddered very slightly, and his grin turned into a positive leer. "Wassmatter, Miss Avalon? Feelin' the cold?" "Ah, knock it off," Jake muttered impatiently. His eyes also appraised her, and somehow his evident lack of interest was even more scary than Willy's lustful scrutiny. "Aw, don't I get to have a little fun?" Willy protested. "Huh?" Jake grimaced, following Willy's gaze to her breasts. Then he shrugged. "Just don't go thrashin' around too much-there ain't that much room in this damn car." "Plenty of room where we're goin', huh?" Willy slowly raised one big, blunt-fingered hand with its short-bitten nails, and it hovered over her right breast. She watched, appalled, as it crept closer, a fraction of an inch at a time, like a predator stalking its terrified prey. "I been about achin' to find out if them boobs feel as good as they look all year," Willy said, almost conversationally. "I been watchin' in class. They really stand out the way you got your hands behind you, know that-Miss Avalon?" He drawled the syllables of her name mockingly, relishing the juxtaposition of the formal address with the slow approach of his hand to the cringing mound beneath her white sweater. "Biggest tits of any teacher in the school," he breathed. "An' I tell you what, Miss Avalon-I got the biggest you-know-what of any guy there, includin' the faculty. You wanna take a look at it, huh?" She shook her head fervently. "Okay, no rush," he chuckled tolerantly. "You're gonna see it plenty soon enough-an'-" He closed his cupped hand on her breast She gasped and tried to pull away from him, but there was nowhere to go. Jake was right beside her, watching the scene with sardonic amusement. "Wearin' a bra," Willy said, sounding disappointed. "What d'ya think?" Jake said. "If she didn't they'd be heavin' around like a couple plates of loose Jell-O." "Hey, what you guys doin'?" The man sitting beside the driver turned around and his damp-looking brown eyes widened. He had a plump moonface and his lips glistened from being constantly moistened with a nervous tongue. "Checkin' her out in the jug department," Willy sniggered. "Like ta get your hands on that pair, Jerry?" "Yeah!" The brown eyes glowed. 'How's it feel, Willy? Nice an' firm, huh?" "Got a fuckin' bra on" Willy grumbled. "Let's take a look at it, huh?" He released her breast, and with one swift movement he grabbed the hem of her white sweater and jerked it up under her armpits, exposing the lacy brassiere that lay beneath. "Oh please," she moaned. "Please leave me alone!" "Stick your finger in one of the cups, Willy," Jerry urged. "See if she's got padding in there, or if they're real." She tried once again to shrink away, as unsuccessfully as before, and Willy relentlessly thrust his large finger into the left cup and probed about and around the warm flesh which cringed beneath his touch. "All real, sure enough," he proclaimed exultantly. "Real nice an' smooth, like silk." He forced the rest of his hand into the cup, which made the back strap. cut into her painfully, and squeezed. His palm enfolded her nipple, which responded reflexively. "Hey," Willy reported, "she's got nips the size of a goddamn cigarette butt." "Knock it off," growled the guy at the wheel. "How'm I supposed to drive with all that goddamn yackety-yak?" The others ignored him. "Take it off of her, Willy," Jerry begged. "Let's get a look. I ain't seen knockers that big in months." She shut her eyes and turned her face away as Will/s thick fingers fumbled beneath her sweater, groping for the back fastening. He slipped it open, but couldn't get the bra off because of her tied hands, so he slid the shoulder straps down her upper arms. The flimsy garment dangled uselessly, and her breasts spilled forth beneath the rolled-up sweater. "Oh, Jesus," Jerry croaked. "Like cream or somethin'…that real white skin you can see the blue veins in, an' them nipples all pink-look at them standin' up there! Oh Jesus!" Sally's cheeks were aflame, and she felt the flush of embarrassment and shame turning her neck crimson too. The air-conditioned interior of the card had erected both nipples and was keeping them taut, although she tried fervently to force them to relax. "I'm gonna cream, never mind her tits," Willy muttered. Then she opened her eyes, afraid to keep them closed lest he take her by surprise, though there was nothing she could do about whatever entered his head. Nothing…nothing she could do about it.. He was fumbling with his fly. "Take a look down here, Miss Avalon." She didn't want to, but her eyes were drawn with irresistible fascination. He tugged open the zipper and dragged it down with a metallic hiss, and groped inside to wrestle free a thick, purple-headed shaft that jutted aggressively up from his lap. She flinched inwardly at the sight: it looked almost wrist-thick, and must have been a good eight inches long. And it was the first time she had ever seen one hard… "How'd'ya like that, huh?" he demanded proudly. "Told you I got the biggest one around, huh, didn't I? Bet you never had one this big before, did you, Miss Avalon?" She stared in horrified wonder. "Turns you on, don't it?" She tried to shake her head, but couldn't move. Nothing she could do about it… nothing, nothing, nothing. "Look," he went on, stroking its mushroom head with the tip of a finger to spread the drop of juice that oozed from the slit. "You sure turn him on, teach. Look at all that jism leakin' out there! Needs it, too-ain't easy gettin' this big dork up a broad's twat unless it's good an' juicy. Some of 'em just take a look at him an' the juice comes drippin' right out of their panties. They can't wait to get it rammed up their hole. An' some of 'em run screamin'-only they mostly don't get the chance to run far. l don't give up easy once a chick gets me goin'. What kind are you, teach? You wanna try runnin'-or are you sittin' there your twat drippin' an' ready for it?" She wrenched her eyes away. "You're disgusting," she snapped. "Oh yeah?" Willy rumbled sullenly, dangerously, and she was suddenly aware how stupid such a remark had been. Helpless. Mustn't antagonize them! Nothing…nothing. "I-" she began, but could think of nothing to say. "That ain't disgustin', teach." He grasped the monstrous organ below its broad head and started to work the skin up and down. The movement dragged her gaze back to it "Pure pleasure that is-how many cocks you had up you in your life, Miss Avalon?" The swollen shaft incredibly seemed to expand even more as he pumped it with slow, deliberate strokes. Jerry's breathing was harsh and hard as his eyes flickered between Willy's working hand and Sally's naked breasts. Jake watched with detached, cold amusement. "How many, huh?" Jerry hitched himself up in his seat and craned over the back, reaching out a groping hand. "Lemme get a feel of them things," he breathed. "Hey, can't you shift her a bit nearer me? Jake, can't you-" "I ain't climbin' around when we're drivin'," Jake announced flatly. "Aw-look, Willy, suppose you put her on your lap then she'd be near enough that I could cop a feel." Willy looked at him stonily for a moment, then suddenly he grinned widely. "Yeah," he agreed. "Okay." He slid one arm behind her and heaved her forward, stopping her from pitching against the front seats by grabbing one of her breasts as a handhold. Holding her awkwardly half-standing, half-crouching, he squirmed along the seat behind her, thrusting one leg behind hers so that she was poised between them. She felt something hard prodding at the tightly stretched seat of her skirt, and realized with a surge of dismay that it was his thrusting, rockhard penis. He pulled her back onto his lap, the jutting phallus a rigid tube beneath her buttocks, and grabbed for the hem of her skirt. "Okay," he said to Jerry. "You do what you want with her jugs-I'm gonna take a look an' see if her legs match up to the rest of her." He started to work the skirt up her thighs while Jerry, draped over the back of his seat, grasped her breasts none too gently and started to knead them like dough. She tried to struggle, unable to sit still and tolerate these outrageous liberties they were taking with her virginal body, but at the back of her mind there still beat that relentless nothing you can do… nothing Willy chuckled. "Hey that feels real good on the old dork, Miss Avalon," he told her. "You wriggle around all you want" After that she tried to keep still, but couldn't repress her starts of nervousness as her continued to edge her skirt upwards, the heat of his fingers very tangible through the sheer nylon of her stockings. Jerry had a look of almost idiotic pleasure on his face as he pulled at her breasts and hefted them in his hands. "Look at them, just look at these knockers!" he kept saying. "Oh Jesus, I can't wait to get my tongue round those nips! Look at them, Jake, willya?" "Jugs are Jugs," said Jake indifferently. Willy had tugged her skirt up above the level of her stocking tops by then. "Look, that's sexy," he said approvingly. "A real garterbelt like they wear in pictures-be even better if it was black, teach. You remember that for next time, huh?" He snapped one of the elastic tabs and she jumped as it stung her skin. Snickering, he snapped each of the others in turn, and the brushing of his meaty fingers over the bared skin of her thighs sent little shudders of tension quivering throughout her body-odd little shudders, that somehow seemed to center themselves deep in her belly… He grabbed hold of the skirt hem again and gave it a sharp, deft tug that dragged it up in back so that suddenly only her panties separated her roundly curved bottom from the worn denim of his Levi's-and from the feverish, throbbing rod of flesh that was suddenly nestling into the crack of her ass. Only that wispy barrier of nylon held it at bay. It seemed to be burning into her flesh like a red-hot brand. "White panties too," Willy commented coolly, peering down over her shoulder. "Can't see through them, neither-gonna have to get them down before we see if you're a genuine blonde, huh, Miss Avalon? Huh?" She moaned softly, despairingly. "Yeah, take 'em off her!" Jerry almost choked with excitement at the prospect, and for the moment he relaxed his efforts at her breasts to fill his eyes with the sight of her panty-covered crotch. Willy made another dexterous movement, and suddenly his jutting shaft was poking up between her thighs, obscenely rearing up from the vee of her crotch. Jerry guffawed loudly. Jake sneered. "Hey," Willy said in mock-astonishment, "just take a look at Miss Avalon's cock, willya? It's nearly as big as mine, only not so long." He reached a finger down between his shaft and her panties and rubbed it along her nylon-covered labia. She gave a violent, uncontrollable jerk of protest as a great throb of fear-was it fear?-pounded in her belly. "1s she wet, huh?' Jerry gasped. "Nah. Not the way she oughtta be." Willy took his hand away and pressed his cock backwards, so that the shaft was jammed against her Venus mound. The driver said: "We're gonna he there in a minute, you horny clowns." "Okay, Miss Avalon," said Willy cheerfully. "1'm gonna jerk your cock for you. Only next time you're gonna have to take care of it on your own, so you better pay attention. Hear me? I want you to take real good care of this every time you see it's gettin' hard an' hot" He grasped his thick shaft once again and began to massage it with swift strokes, his fist slapping her thighs on every downstroke. Jerry released her breasts finally and sat back a little to watch with hot, eager eyes. The car made a turn into a driveway, and Willy increased the pace of his hand action. Sally watched. She tried to look away, but she had to watch. She had never seen a man's penis erect before-had scarcely even seen one soft-let alone one that was-That wasThat was suddenly spurting white fluid from the slit in the tip of the flaming purple head. White fluid that was shooting upwards and striking her breasts, then dropping back in gobbets that covered his hand and her thighs with nacreous slime. The car drew to a stop. "Here." Willy suddenly wiped his slime-covered hand over her face, covering her cheeks and lips with the fresh semen. "They say it's real good for the complexion, teach!" She choked back the need to retch. "Better if she swallowed it," Jerry panted. "You good at suckin' cock, lady?" "Yeah, you never answered what I asked you before," Willy recalled. "How many men you been with in your life, huh?" Jake opened the door. "C'mon, get her outta there," he urged. "How many, huh?" Willy reached up and squeezed her breast painfully. "Huh?" "None!" she cried out frantically. "Oh, please leave me alone! Please!" "None?" Willy repeated. "Hey," Jerry croaked, "we got ourselves a real live cherry! This is gonna be real fun, huh? Real fun!"