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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."