At last… at last, it was over, and Karen felt the once-cocky boy trying to move over her collapsed body. She rolled onto her back as he quickly stood up, gaping down at her as though he still could not believe what had happened to him.
'Wow… Shit… that was…'
'That was very good, Bob,' Karen was finally able to say when she caught her breath. 'I hope you can see now that there is no need to try and force someone to fuck you. And I hope you can see that while the magazines you read tell part of the story, there's a great deal more to fucking a woman.'
Bob could only nod his head as he delighted in the little after-shocks still searing through his body, Karen watched him as he picked up his clothes and dressed slowly. She could tell that he must be something of a bully, judging from the way he had been acting when he first came to her. His whole manner was much more subdued now, and in addition to the service she had provided the young teen-ager, she knew that the way he looked at people would be much more understanding. He was probably the way he had been because of the small town morality to which he was subjected. Now that he had risen above the simple-minded morality imposed on him, his frustration would no longer be quite as bad, and as a result, he would no longer be the bully he had been.
After the teenager had gone, Karen lay in her bed, smiling in the darkness as she thought that everything was working out better then she had first planned a month ago. Her students were more happy and better workers than any others in the school. She was able to transcend her class and help not only other children in the school, but even some of the other younger boys in the town. Perhaps it had been a good thing that she had decided to come to the small town, she reflected. She had all but given up hope with the parents and older people in the town, but in her hands lay the future of the children. It would be them who changed the town, and Karen was glad that she was to have a hand in it.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Saturday evening as Karen sat at the edge of the bed in the cabin she would use for the night. Martin Goodspeed, rather than one of the parents had come with the class, and since he was the Superintendent, the outing had been allowed to stay in the huge central New York park overnight, something Karen was really looking forward to. Martin's presence had been a blessing. In addition to her entire class, four older students had come along, friends of Johnny Bern's. She was sorry that Johnny couldn't come, having caught a cold the day before, but the wanton teacher knew that she would be able to have many more sessions with him later in the year. Since the four friends were not part of her class, Martin had spent the day with them, leaving Karen free to take her third graders into the woods, where she let them do anything they wanted with her. She was surprised that for the most part, they liked being in the woods more than in her cunt, and she reasoned it was because since they had already fucked her, they were no longer in total awe of sexual activities. Some of them had come to her and sucked her breasts, and few had not only finger fucked her cunt to cumming, but had let her masturbate them to cumming in her hand as well. Still for the most part, she was no longer a mystery to them, and she took it as a healthy attitude toward sex… something they would never have acquired if she hadn't let them all fuck her after her lessons back in the school.
However, there were the four older boys that had come along. Karen noticed that for almost the entire day, they had been apart from her. She knew it was because they were not part of the class and felt out of place. Wellllll… that would be ending very shortly. She had invited all of them to come to he cabin after supper. She licked her lips in anticipation of the meeting. While the rest of her class slept in the tents they had brought along, she would give a crash-course in sexual delights to the four older boys. She could tell from the way they had acted toward her during the day that Johnny had not told them anything about what she would do to them, and she was glad of that. They would come to her with no warped ideas about what would happen, and she would be able to mold them into having a healthy attitude about sex… just as she had been able to do with the other precious little darlings.
She fumbled through the bag she had brought with her… a bag containing not only two bottles of liquor, but some pot as well. Ever since she had come to this small town, she had been saving her grass for a special occasion, and if there was ever to be a special occasion, it would be tonight. Something in the back of her mind told her that she would have to get the four older boys as drunk and stoned as she could. It would be a part of their education. Perhaps if they saw what could happen if a person got too drunk, they would drink just enough to make them feel good, and no more. And she knew that none of them had ever experienced the pleasures of marijuana, living in the small town. Yes, it would be quite a night for them, she thought, and she was looking forward to their arrival.
As she made her cabin ready, she heard an almost silent knock on her door. The sun had set behind the towering hills to the west, and the entire camp area was shrouded in darkness. As Karen opened her door, she was the four older boys standing there, looking as though they had been asked to report to her for some sort of punishment. She smiled at them and then quickly glanced behind them to see Martin and her class sitting around a camp-fire. That will keep all of them busy, she thought to herself.
'Come in… come in,' she said as sweetly as she could. 'I don't want you to think that just because you're not a third grader you're not welcome.'
The four boys huddled together as she closed the door behind them. She turned to look at them, their sweet innocent faces full of wonder at what she wanted them for.
'I'll get right to the point,' she said as she went to the bag of her bed. 'Would any of you like anything to drink?'
The boys looked at each other as she pulled out a bottle of what was obviously liquor. Could it be possible? Was this teacher actually asking them if they wanted to get drunk? Was this certainly looked that way. And then as, they watched with confused fascination, Karen twisted open the bottle and took a healthy gulp, passing it to the closest boy to her. 'I'm afraid we'll have to drink right from the bottle,' she said as the boy looked from the bottle to her and then back to the bottle. 'I had no idea how many boys would be using this, so I didn't bring any glasses. Now, you all know my name, but I don't know yours. Suppose you tell me who you are.'
'I… I'm Mike Nomad,' said the boy to whom she had passed the bottle. As though he were drinking to his name, he placed the top of the bottle to his lips and filled his mouth with the brown liquid. Then he passed it to the boy standing wide-eyed next to him. 'I'm Kevin Nelson,' said the second boy, who repeated what Mike had done. And so did the next to boys, Eddy Gerold and Larry Mandel. In almost no time, the bottle was empty and the four boys were weaving from side to side as they tried to keep their balance. Karen smiled as the conversation began. The boys could see that the were not with one of the stodgy teachers they had grown used to. They were with someone who really understood them, and while the bottle was passed around, Karen talked about what she had been doing with her class. At first the boys had been totally shocked. They simply could not believe that such a person existed in their town, but the talk of sex nevertheless caused their pre-teen cocks to start swelling in their pants. After the bottle was empty, Karen brought out her bag of grass, and the four boys watched as she rolled joint after joint. This was incredible. They had seen liquor and were not as fearful of it as they were of the pot. That was something that was only talked about in the most hushed of whispers in the small town, and they stared at Karen as she lit up one of the rolled cigarettes as though they expected her to turn into a raving maniac. When the lovely teacher passed the joint to Eddy, the boy backed away in horror.
'Go ahead,' Karen said in a warm understanding voice. 'It feels a lot better than drinking, and you'll want to be stoned for what we're going to be doing in just a little while.'
All the while she had been talking, she had refrained from telling them that she wanted to have an orgy in her cabin. She believed that it might scare them away. She wanted them to gradually come around to her way of thinking, and that meant that she would have to use more patience than she ever had before. She was not dealing with just one confused student who knew her now… she was taking care of four almost total strangers, and she wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong.
Karen had not had anything to drink, preferring not to dull her senses for the activity she had planned, but she did get stoned with them. In no time, the four of them were rolling on the floor and laughing, generally acting as though they were old friends who had not seen each other in years. Karen, though, knew that it was time to put her plan into action, and, as the four boys were giggling and laughing, the shapely teacher stood up and began
