Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/teach1.txt

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Helen sat alone in the dark of the Porno theater, upstairs in the balcony
where nobody else could see her.  She had been here about half an hour, long
enough to get involved with the full length feature up there on the big
screen.  She had already seen about everything, totally revealed sex up
there, every kind of sex, things that she had done and things that she had
only wanted to try.  Right now, there was a pair up there fucking- a nice
looking blonde woman, with a good figure, who looked something like Helen,
and a short, husky black guy, with a huge erection. That rigid black cock had
already been in this blonde's mouth where she had thoroughly sucked it for
him.  It had been in her hot, humid pussy, and right now was imbedded full
depth in her ass. And from the look on her face, she seemed to be enjoying it
very much.

Helen was also enjoying it very much, the sight of the blonde's anus
stretched around this rigid chocolate cock.  Maybe she had never tried it
that way, but right now she would trade places with the blonde on the screen.
And no question about it, Helen was excited.  She had unhooked her bra
earlier so that she could caress her nipples.  That wasn't enough.  She had
also pulled her panties down, and as the black actor on the screen fucked
away, Helen, with the dildo she brought along, matched him stroke for stroke
in her hot, oily vagina.

Helen's problem seemed to begin around Thanksgiving time, when she had a few
days vacation from her job teaching school, and nothing special to do with
it. Her husband was away, as usual, in California on some kind of business or
other, and would not be back for another week or ten days- she didn't really
know, and as a matter of fact, didn't very much care.

Really, her problem had begun earlier, some months earlier, when her
relationship with her husband started to go sour.  There was nothing special
that she  could point to, except perhaps that they had been married for seven
years, and maybe he had the seven year itch.  Maybe he had  a girlfriend he
saw during all that time that he spent out of town.  Whatever, he was not
very interesting or very interested either, and not a very exciting lover any
more, that is, when they got around to making love at all rather than fight.

She knew that sex was great fun, but it had certainly  not been such great
fun  lately.  Last time while her husband was away on one of his trips, she
had  looked in the window of a local porno shop, on Howard Street, noticed
that there were no customers in the store just then, and there was on the
wall a large display of rubber goods.  She went in, furtively looked at these
dildos, butt pluggers and the like, quickly selected three different ones- a
large pink one, a still larger brown one, and a huge black one, took all
three to the clerk- an interesting looking, husky black guy, who stared at
her with frankly interested eyes- but she shut him up, paid him the money,
and left.

It was a short trip home.  As she drove, her thoughts were mixed. She had
never used a dildo before, though she had masturbated plenty of times,
usually with a finger, though sometimes with a wax candle, and now and then
with an unpeeled banana.  She had seen, a few times, some huge carrots in the
local Greek fruit and vegetable store, and now looked for them.  When they
were available, she would take some.  Now, she thought, she had a selection
in rubber, in different sizes and colors.  Maybe these would  offer her
amusement and pleasure- things that she was not really  getting from her
husband.

The dildos did work all right, bringing her to repeated heaving orgasms.  She
even tried the smaller one anally, finding that tight, a bit uncomfortable,
but still different and exciting.  No man had ever gone into her that way,
and once she had thought that no man ever would, but now she wasn't so sure.
Maybe it would be fun to try- especially if he was built like this dildo was-
that is, not hung too large.  At Thanksgiving time, though, she was alone,
bored, feeling a strange kind of unknown excitement. In looking at the movie
ads in the   newspaper, she found one that had promise.  It was from a porno
theater nearby, where she had been a couple of times before, always alone.
The ad said that the theater had some new features, some excellent films, and
something that caught her  eye-- the balcony was  now reserved for single
women and couples. She felt suddenly elated.  This was something to do,
something different, something even dangerous that excited her tremendously.
She was going to go, alone, go up in the balcony. Maybe she would  even take
along a dildo- maybe  the smaller one.

She dressed casually, wearing a skirt and sweater, low heels. Certainly there
was nothing glamorous about this outfit.  It did nothing to show off her
voluptuous body, her delicious full breasts, exciting thighs, her gorgeous,
shapely behind.  That's ok, she thought,   I'm not trying to show off for
anybody today.

She went to the 5PM showing, figuring that on Thanksgiving day that there
would be very few people there, and certainly nobody that she could possibly
know.  She bought a ticket from the cashier, not really noticing who the girl
was sitting there in the booth.  The girl, however, certainly noticed her,
watched her go up the stairs to the balcony, and with a laugh, the cashier
picked up the phone from where it was hanging on a cradle on the wall, right
next to her head.

The cashier was named Karen Mills, a senior student at Helen's school.  This
particular student had been in trouble a number of times and had been
befriended by Jim Seymour, the athletic coach. In Jim Seymour's book, he
helped his friends, he regularly fucked his friends, and his friends helped
him.  Once this same Karen had seen Helen in this very theater, and later
that night, while lying under Jim Seymour, his large, virile cock imbedded
full depth in her tight cunt, she had mentioned seeing Helen.  He had ordered
her to keep an eye out for Helen, and if ever again she saw her at the Porno
Theater, that she was immediately to call him.  She got him at home, on the
first call, and he promised that he would be right there to take charge.

Helen went upstairs to the balcony, found a seat where there was nobody
close by- only one  couple anywhere near, and they were seated six or seven
rows in front of her. She very  quickly got absorbed in the film, was
immediately excited with the nudity and the sex.  She watched one couple on
the screen making love in the usual way, much oral sex, some anal sex, two
women together, all the things she had thought about but mostly had never
tried.  No question  about it- she got very excited, feeling herself close
to orgasm.

She pulled her skirt higher- why not, there was nobody to see, nobody was
paying any attention to her.  Maybe she would take her panties down a bit- so
she did that, too.  And in a second, she had the dildo out of her purse, her
knees raised, her thighs spread, the dildo buried in her squishy, humid
pussy.  That is why, probably, when the flash unit went off, almost in her
face, she was so shocked-- somebody had just taken her picture!!!  Oh my, oh
shit!!! Who??

Very quickly she knew who.  She heard a voice, and ugly voice. a voice that
she already knew too well.  It was Jim Seymour, another teacher at the school
where she worked, a macho type who taught PE and coached the basketball team,
a guy with a bad reputation who had made a million passes at Helen, and who
had a habit of fucking around with the young girls- the Sophomore and Junior
girls who were impressed by his large muscles and were not turned off by his
total lack of any brains.  Helen knew that she was going to have major
trouble with Mr. Jim Seymour, though exactly how this would come to pass was
still a mystery.  She quickly pulled the dildo out of her, pulled her panties
up, and looked around.  Now there was nobody to be seen- not another person
was in the balcony, and for a moment she hoped that she had imagined the
whole thing---- but knew in her heart that it wasn't true.

Now totally disgusted with herself and a bit afraid as well, she went home.
A bit later the phone rang.  Expecting that it might be Jim Seymour making
his now-expected move, she answered in an icy voice, and sure enough he
responded.  He said, "I have the prettiest picture of you, Honey.  I finally
have seen that gorgeous pussy I have dreamed about for so long.  And now I'm
going to see it in person.  You're going to show it to me in about fifteen
minutes when I ring your doorbell."

She was furious with him.  She detested this clown, and told him so.  He
could take the picture and shove it, that he was never going to show it to
anybody because having it would place him in the Porno Show too and
incriminate him.  He answered her with a laugh.  "For that, baby, I'm gonna
ride you rough.  Before I get through with you, I'm going to make you eat
shit!!"

At first she was simply angry and excited.  But as time passed she calmed
down, thought through her predicament, decided  that there was not much he
really could do and that hopefully she had nothing much to worry about.  So
when her phone rang again, perhaps an hour later, she was rather shocked to
hear the voice instead of Mrs. Harvey Hudson, the president of her local
School Board, the woman in charge of the discipline review committee for
teachers, the woman who could get her fired from the job she really needed.

Mrs. Harvey Hudson was a force to be reckoned with. And perhaps the reason
she was that force, beyond the fact that she had a large, loud mouth, and was
a major player on the local School Board  was her husband, a fundamentalist
preacher, a religious leader in the community, a large man himself, also with
a loud mouth.  And together the Hudsons, husband and wife, regarded
themselves as the voice of authority in this community in all matters
regarding morals.  They knew that there transgressions aplenty, they knew
that every kind of heinous sin abounded, and that the very leaders of this
town were amongst the largest, most frequent sinners.  Every area of sinning
interested the Hudsons- but nothing so much as sexual transgression,
especially in the deviate area.

They knew about the porno theater, and they knew what happened there.  They
made a point of driving past frequently, watching while parked nearby to see
what community leader might sneak in, to see what he (or she) just  might do
there.

As a matter of fact, Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Hudson had themselves gone in- a
number of times they had gone in, so that they might see for themselves this
evidence of immorality.  Certainly they did not go in because they had any
interest personally in the filth on the screen- the nudity there, the
perversity, the fucking and sucking. Oh no- No certainly not.  If they
watched,  it was simply to gather evidence against the workings of Satan. If
in watching they got excited themselves, it was to be understood, and a bit
of private masturbation on their part was acceptable as the price they must
pay in order to do the Lord's research.

Another thing the Hudson's knew.  That one day, a sinner, a true
transgressor, would be delivered to them for correction.  They would do then
their mission.  They would correct this evil person in ways yet unimagined.
So that same day that Helen went to the porno theater and managed to get
herself photographed by Jim Seymour, that very same evening Jim dropped in on
the Hudsons with the incriminating photo.  He told them that he had gone
there to be vigilant for them, had seen another teacher there, and took THIS
picture.  One look and they knew that Satan's agent had just been delivered
to them for correction- for punishment and training, to have evil totally
purged from her in the fundamental way in which they both believed.

That night at home, both rested nude in their large bedroom, thinking about
the Bible and about Helen and about her delicious body.  They looked at the
Polaroid photograph, her knees raised and spread, the dildo inserted in humid
pussy, the obvious approach of orgasm only an instant away.  The Reverend Mr.
Hudson, in his most religious attitude, considered the photograph, considered
the delights shown, and held in his hand his huge, rigid erection, thinking
of a hundred different things that on an inquisitorial basis that he intended
to discover about Helen.  This one was obviously deep into illicit sex.  Well
Harvey Hudson would hear her confession, and suitable penance would be
assigned.  At the thought, he almost went into spontaneous orgasm, his rigid
cock now quivering at the thought  of the delicious, near naked school
teacher , at the delights already exposed in the photograph, and all the rest
that he would surely be seeing and enjoying-- all in the name of saving her
soul, please understand.  Yes, there was a higher purpose in exercising and
exorcising a sinner, and work though it might be, the Hudson's would
willingly participate.

His wife, also nude now, and her legs widespread, her excited pussy sopping
wet, now excited almost beyond redemption at the thought and the prospect,
thrust a searching finger into her moist, squishy femininity and felt the
great joy of a heaving orgasm, brought on by the pleasure of simply thinking
about Helen's capture and training- and of the pleasures that must inevitably
follow.

Verna Hudson's call to Helen was simple enough.  She looked at the
photograph, thought about the delicious blonde teacher, thought about the fun
to be had in bringing down this tramp, in reducing her to screaming, and
pleading, in putting bright, flaming red stripes, applied with consummate
skill and delight across her naked behind, in inserting large, painful
devices in her most intimate holes, and doing all this in the name of
religion and repentance, of inquisition and inquiry.  Verna was very excited
at the prospect--- and Helen was frankly terrified.

She told Helen that she was looking at a shocking photograph of her-- and
that they needed to talk about it.  They needed to talk about it right away,
like later tonight, like at 9 pm, an hour from now.  Helen was to be ready to
be picked up promptly at 9, that the limousine of Dr. Hudson would pull up at
her front door exactly on time, and that Helen was to step immediately into
the back seat.  Her punctuality was required, was demanded, and any tardiness
on her part would be sternly punished.

Helen gasped at that, at hearing about being sternly punished. She had heard
once that Mrs. Hudson had punished a student, a senior girl named Amy Shaw,
who had gotten pregnant, had an abortion, and  returned to school so that she
might graduate. Before being readmitted, she was required to call on Mrs.
Hudson to be lectured. It was a very different lecture from what she
expected.

She was compelled to strip stark naked, to confess in great graphic detail
what she had done to get into trouble. The lecture she got included a very
thorough spanking on her  naked behind, applied by the strong right hand of
Mrs. Hudson.  Verna had taken great joy in watching this sexy teen-ager take
off every stitch, looked at the delicious young breasts, the beautiful
bottom.  Soon, Amy was turned up over Verna's lap, sunny-side up.  And she
did get her spanking, applied at first with Verna's bare hand, and then using
Verna's favorite, a sturdy leather razor strop, only 16 inches long, but 3
inches wide, and surprisingly wicked in effect. Verna did an artistic job in
thrashing this naked, teen-aged ass, painting it ten different shades of pink
and red.  That part, Helen had heard.  The whole school had heard about it
somehow.  A select few even got to see the photographs of the delightful
naked Amy that were taken that evening.

What Helen had not heard was that Amy's lesson was witnessed by the Reverend
Doctor Hudson, who watched the panties taken off this girl, watched her hands
fastened behind her back with twine, watched the strop frolic in its furious
dance across her upturned bottom, heard her cry when the strop first flashed
across her rump, heard those cries turn into shrieks of agony, heard her beg
for forgiveness and plead to be released.

And when Verna had finished with stropping her, tossing the leather down on
the floor and storming out, she left Amy for bigger and better things. The
good Doctor Hudson picked it up and added a few more strokes for emphasis.
And a bit more, for emphasis. Finally, he zipped open his trousers, took out
a monstrous thick cock, separated the exquisite cheeks of Amy's beautiful,
fiery-pink bare ass, thumbed a thick wad of grease into her anus, and
ignoring her cries, her plea for mercy, forced his rigid rod very slowly into
her to full depth.

Now, you know that the good Doctor was really not at all interested in sex
with this girl.  You know that his motives lie elsewhere. Yes, the good
Doctor Hudson believed in  religion and education, and was willing to go to
any length to insure that a student was suitably taught, was willing to exert
himself in the name of justice.  And so he fucked her delectably in the ass
after her spanking, knowing that for it she would learn, and eventually be
all the better a person for it.

This girl returned to school, but for the first day or two, found it
difficult to sit still- in fact, to sit at all.  The fact that almost the
whole school knew just why she couldn't sit still for a second- that did not
help her state of mind at all. So was justice done.  The Hudsons, husband and
wife, were prepared to consider the case of any sinner, especially if the
sinner was young, female and attractive.  That was the particular style
sinner that interested them most.  A sinning young boy was not of any great
interest to them.  He could be simply kicked out of school for a while as
punishment for all they thought about or cared.  But Helen and her
transgressions, now that was another matter, that was interesting, exciting,
fascinating, exciting.  Yes indeed.  In her case, the Hudsons were prepared
to think about sinning, about crime and punishment.  Helen had provided the
crime, and the Hudsons would provide the punishment.  And would Jim Seymour
be rewarded for bringing this case to their attention?  Why certainly he
would.  He had helped them before.  He had found them another student, one
young but already schooled in anal sex.  Jim had been rewarded. Given the
student's indicated interest in perverse fucking, Jim was allowed to use her
in his own ways, devious though they might be (and exciting to watch, since
the Hudson's had the entire episode on video tape, perhaps as protection in
case somebody might choose to protest).  And of course, speaking of video
tape, the entire episode tonight, the stripping and spanking and training and
punishment of Helen, and ANY specific things that might happen, would ALL be
taped for future study and for reference.

In fact, at 9 PM the limousine did arrive at Helen's door.  She did step into
the back seat.  There were two men sitting in the car, one in the driver's
seat whose face could not be seen but might have been Jim Seymour, and of
course, Dr. Hudson, sitting very tall and very strong and erect in the back
seat.  She followed orders, closed the door behind her sitting next to
Hudson.  She felt him pull her hands behind her back and tape them together
with some kind of strong, sticky tape.  She felt him slide a blindfold over
her eyes.  She gasped as his hands roamed over her sweater, feeling her
breasts.  His hands searched up under her skirt, between her thighs as he
pulled them apart, his finger inserted full depth in her sensuous feminine
flower, teasing it and bringing her ever closer to  orgasm.  She had been
totally conquered.

A short moment later, he had pulled her sweater up out of his way, unhooked
her bra, seized each thrusting nipple between thumb and forefinger and
pinched-hard.  She squealed in sudden pain.  His hands searched in his
pockets, removed a metallic device, and he had attached a stainless steel
nipple clip to each of her fully erect  nipples.  Their continuous,
non-relenting pinching embrace turned painful immediately, and she begged for
release.  "No, not yet, not quite yet,", he responded.  "We are going to have
to hear your confession first."