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Hi,

   I am sending in a new story for posting.  This is one chapter story and
hope readers like it.
   Thanx Dawn1958 

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JANE'S STORY By Dawn1958 Email dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com Please email me
your comments or suggestions, as I appreciate hearing from readers who take
the time to give feedback.  This story is written for a special reader who
has given me the inspiration to write about her life, or fantasy.

   JANE'S STORY

   Jane Brooke Smithers was, for all intensive purposes, a happily married
woman.  She was born and raised in Seattle and now taught school there, as
a grade 3 teacher.  At 5'7" with a very athletic body, she was considered
gorgeous and the sexiest teacher in the school.  Jane had brown eyes and
light brown hair that got lighter during the summer.  She had a small nose,
perky ears that stood out a little and slightly pouty lips, which drove men
crazy because they made her appear wanton and very sensual.

   Even the young students realized Jane was well built, with luscious
boobs and nipples that seemed to get hard for no reason at all.  In fact,
some of the boys used the protruding buds as their topic of adolescent
kidding on many occasions.

   Jane had been married for 10 years.  There were three good ones, five
so-so ones and two lousy ones.  She never considered having an affair, but
that didn't stop her from participating in the normal workplace, sexual
banter.  Being a very attractive woman with a sexy body that made men stare
was something she endured all of her life.  Whenever she caught a man
ogling her, she would blush or try to evade any intimate personal contact.

   Women were jealous of Jane's sexy body and that was probably the reason
that none of them befriended her at work.  The men on the other hand all
wanted to be her friend, even on an intimate basis if possible.  Jane was
fairly close to a couple of the male teachers and one in particular who was
going through a nasty marriage breakup.  On numerous occasions she found
herself listening and trying to be supportive for him, as it seemed the man
was suffering a lot of mental stress.

   Life in the small school was anything but eventful, as everything seemed
routine at first glance.  There were four university students spending a
semester at the school on an apprentice basis.  They were studying to
become teachers and the training at a real grade school was extremely
beneficial to their education.  Two of the students were girls and two were
boys.  The usual practice had them spending one full semester of their
final year on a practicum actually assisting or teaching classes.  All four
spent time in Jane's classes from time to time, but it was the two boys who
seemed to affect her in a manner that was a little extraordinary.

   Brad and Josh were best friends and lucky to spend their apprenticeship
at the same school.  They lived together so things were a lot easier, as
they could travel to and from work using one vehicle.  Jane liked both
young men because they had very positive attitudes and seemed to love the
idea of becoming teachers.  Both were friendly and often teased and joked
around with her, which was a refreshing change from the school's daily
routine.

   Jane had no suspicion that she was the prize for a serious bet.  Brad
and Josh were both smitten by Jane's allure and shear innocence and they
made a wager quite by chance.  Josh jokingly suggested that the first one
to date the sexy teacher would win an all-expense paid night out on the
town.  Brad's response was immediate and he raised the stakes considerably.
He countered his buddy's bet with an even bigger wager.  The first one to
get into Jane's pants would not only win the sexy woman, but also the loser
had to be a manservant around the apartment for an entire week.

   Josh clarified the wager by insisting that the winner had to actually
have sex with Jane.  Like most young men, they shook hands on it and each
vowed to use every means possible to seduce the sexy teacher, which
included deceit, trickery or any devious measures.  The contest was made
early in the school semester so it was before either young man got to know
Jane very well.  As the school term progressed, both Josh and Brad tried to
put the moves on the adorable teacher whenever possible.  The three spent
almost every lunch period together and Jane soon got to know both young men
on a fairly intimate basis.

   Brad and Josh were both very friendly with Jane, but it was Brad who
first seized an opportunity.  He approached the ravishing woman during an
afternoon class and begged her for a ride home after work.  Brad told her
that he and Josh normally went home together, as they lived together, but
he stated Josh had an important appointment downtown that afternoon and
needed their car.

   It was a little uncomfortable at first with a strange man in the car, as
she always drove home alone.  Brad used his youthful enthusiasm and
friendly demeanor to put Jane at ease.  Soon they chatted back and forth
about the school and in particular some of the kids.  Once Jane started
talking about her students, she was totally at ease and more than willing
to chat with Brad.  A friendship evolved with her young trainee and Jane
welcomed Brad's readily offered praise about her teaching abilities.

   The young man kidded his buddy about the way he managed to catch some
valuable alone time with the sexy teacher.  Josh even called him a dirty
scoundrel, yet it didn't deter Brad, as he focused on learning more about
Jane.  Later in the week, Brad pulled the same stunt.  About half way home,
he asked Jane to stop at a mini-mall, as he had dry-cleaning to pickup. 
When Brad offered to buy her a treat for being so helpful, she accepted.

   Having a young man who seemed to dote over her was something Jane wasn't
used to.  Then Josh's smiling face came to mind and Jane realized that
there were two men being overly friendly and showing her much needed
admiration.  With her marriage sort of on rocky ground, it was nice to have
Brad and Josh around her, as they built her self-confidence with constant
compliments.

   Jane sat down with Brad in a coffee shop and they had a nice quiet
chitchat.  She wasn't big on drinking caffeine in the late afternoon, but
relented just to make the young man happy.  First the talk about school and
classes removed her barriers and then Brad cleverly switched topics.  He
told her that his longtime girlfriend who he dated since the first year of
college had just broken up with him.  When a tear ran out the corner of his
eye, Brad's deception totally captivated his teacher.

   Jane actually grabbed his hand, which was conveniently left in the
middle of the table, and she comforted the heartbroken young man.  "It's
okay.  You'll get over it.  You're a handsome young man and there will be
another woman...  many other women," she whispered.  "I'm sure it's for the
best."

   Brad played the sympathy card with an academy performance.  He stared
across the table with puppy-dog eyes and squeezed Jane's warm, comforting
hand, pretending her compassion put a faint smile on his sad face.  "I
appreciate someone who is so loving and affectionate...  like you.  You're
always so happy and positive," he whispered.  "I know that if I ever had a
woman like you, it would be the happiest day of my life."

   Her heart fluttered and if they had been alone, Jane was sure that she
would have embraced the young man.  Not because of any sexual attraction,
but because she felt sorry for him.  "I know how it is when someone hurts
you.  I...  well my marriage isn't that great these days," she said.  Then
she sort of paused for a few moments because she wasn't sure why she
blurted out such a personal detail.

   Jane knew it was unwise to tell Brad that her relationship was in the
doldrums the past two years.  She never saw his ears perk-up and his racing
heart was totally unnoticeable because Brad was closing in on the seductive
prey.  "It really means a lot to me that you are so open...  so honest with
me.  I've had this hurt for days and thought I was the only one in the
world going through a breakup."

   Jane quickly corrected him, but the damage had already been done.  "Oh
no, I'm not breaking up with my husband.  We're just...  well, going
through a difficult time," she stuttered.  "I'm still in love with my
husband." As soon as she said it, Jane wondered if it was true.

   Brad seized the opportunity realizing it might be his last.  He consoled
Jane and hoped his sudden eagerness didn't scare her.  They chatted for a
while longer about her husband and parents and Brad acted like he was a
devoted family man.  When Jane told the young man about her husband going
to a big Solar Convention in Las Vegas in a couple of weeks, she never
realize the revelation might come back to haunt her.

   Then Jane told the young man that the real problem in her marriage was
the result of her wanting to have a baby.  She desperately wanted to start
a family, as they weren't getting any younger, and her husband's priorities
were still on his career.  Her disclosures were a godsend and Brad realized
the beautiful teacher was ripe for the picking.

   Brad watched her face light up every time he gave her a flattering
remark and he was positive Jane never suspected he was trying to seduce
her. "I know you have to get home," Brad said.  "But I have something that
I want you to have.  Something that means a lot to me, but I want you to
have," he whispered.  "It's in my apartment...  so just give me a second
when you drive me home.  I'll run up and get it."

   Jane was late and didn't really want to delay getting home.  She felt
sorry for the young man, as he appeared devastated by the loss of his
girlfriend.  "Yes, I am very late.  I guess if I'm a little later, it won't
hurt."

   They left the coffee shop and went directly to Brad's apartment.  "I'll
just be a second.  You can wait at the entrance." She followed Brad into
his building and stood at the door while he rushed into the apartment. 
When he returned, there was a gold necklace dangling from his hand, which
he held up for her.  "This was given to my mother by my father who passed
away when I was ten.  I want you to have it."

   Then the most enchanting thing happened.  Brad held the necklace and
with one hand sort of turned her around.  He stood behind her and proceeded
to put the chain around her neck.  Just as he locked the clasp, Brad bent
over and kissed her neck right where the clasp rested.  He kissed the back
of her neck and then each side, as her feet remained riveted to the spot.

   Brad leaned forward and put his lips next to her ear.  "I'll be here for
you.  If you need a shoulder, or someone to talk to, I'll be here," he
whispered.  "You mean a lot to me and I'll do anything in the world to make
you happy."

   Jane truly appreciated Brad's passionate response, but it would never do
for a married woman to be romantically involved with someone from work,
especially someone who was about ten years her junior.  She wondered what
would happen if they were alone in a totally secluded spot.  Jane imagined
being in the young man's strong arms and him hugging her.  Then she
shuddered when images of them being intimate and her actually allowing Brad
to kiss her on the lips.

   She fully intended on thanking him, as it was one of the nicest things
anyone had done to her, but instead she rushed out of the building.  She
ran to her car and didn't slowdown until she was seated behind the wheel.
Brad's loving touch and his amorous embrace put goose bumps all over her
body.  She drove and couldn't forget the feeling of the young man's lips on
her neck or his soft words.

   The drive home from Brad's was lonely and she welcomed the solitude. 
Jane thought about her husband and some of the problems they were having
the past couple of years.  They had gotten married young, in fact right out
of high school, and after years of marriage it seemed they might not have
known each other all that well.  Although they had agreed to pursue
careers, she was now ready for a family.

   Suddenly the newly developing friendship with the bright young man gave
her the determination to improve her own marriage.  Jane vowed to put forth
a concerted effort to get along better with her husband.  The one very
concerning aspect was the fact that the only time she was radiant and happy
was when she was at school.  She loved all of her students, even the bad
ones.  She also craved the friendships with all of the other teachers,
including the four new trainees.

   ***

   Josh was full of youthful self-assurance and getting rejected never
entered his mind.  From the first moment he saw Jane, he realized there was
something different about the woman.  It was true that he found the bet
with Brad very tempting, but in the end his male urges had already won out.
Every time he looked at Jane he felt something quiver in the pit of his
stomach, which in reality caused his male urges to come alive.  Josh looked
forward to each day at noon hour when he normally met Jane in the teacher's
lunchroom.  He felt extremely comfortable being around Jane and he sensed
that she welcomed his friendly company.

   One afternoon after the bet, Brad did him the biggest favor.  He
mentioned how Jane drove him home and during their relaxed conversation it
came up that she was experiencing some marital problems.  Josh wasn't
surprised and he correctly assumed Jane's timid lack of confidence stemmed
from her husband's mean behavior.  He couldn't understand how a man married
to such a gorgeous woman wouldn't shower her with love and devotion.

   Josh found it funny that a beautiful and adorable woman wouldn't know
how desirable she was to the opposite sex.  He took the time to study Jane
and decided to hold nothing back when he put the moves on her.  The way her
face lit up and she seemed to relish any attention given her made Josh
realize how much a woman appreciated being loved and praised.  It made him
chuckle to discover that certain sayings were absolutely true.  The way to
a man's heart was through his eyes, but for a woman it was through her
ears.

   One time during class preparation when there was just the two of them in
the room, Josh purposely rubbed against Jane.  That alone wasn't too
daring, but it was the fact he sported a raging hard-on at the time that
encouraged his bold actions.  Josh wasn't positive, yet he assumed Jane
didn't move away when he brushed against her because she wanted it as badly
as he did.  His confidence grew by the minute thinking that such a sexy
white woman wanted to experience something sinful and absolutely naughty.

   Josh strongly believed that his being black gave him the upper hand over
Brad and he planned taking full advantage of his unique heritage.  Since
Jane never displayed any outward rejection for his brazen move, Josh
touched or rubbed against her whenever he had a chance.  His desire and
passion for the alluring teacher eventually turned into an obsession, which
caused him to throw caution to the wind.

   The noon hour meetings served as the foundation for a growing
relationship and even Brad sensed his best friend was gaining the upper
hand.  He noticed how the two seemed overly comfortable around each other
and when they were together, no one else in the room seemed to matter. 
Josh developed a sense of urgency after Brad's daring ride home with Jane
so he realized that holding back wasn't a good option.

   One afternoon Jane received the biggest shock of her life.  She asked
Josh who was assisting in her class for the week if he would help her
construct a special reading program.  The students were working hard on an
assignment while the two teachers worked on a specific demonstration at the
back of the classroom.  Jane had brushed off all of the bold young man's,
juvenile harassment and she actually pretended Josh's actions were merely
inadvertent groping.  She did feel a little guilty for not rejecting Josh's
unwanted touching, but in reality she feared missing something that might
happen once in a lifetime.

   Up until that afternoon, Jane believed Josh was simply being immature
and that she was under no danger of being seduced.  She did however find
the thought extremely enthralling that a handsome black man found her
attractive.  Jane never dreamed that being out of the dating scene for so
many years might leave her naïve and unaware.

   When Josh touched her that afternoon with what appeared to be a growing
hard-on, Jane decided that his unwanted molesting had to stop.  She swiftly
turned and faced him with the sternest expression on her worried face. 
Jane opened her mouth to scold the young man and then his deep, brown eyes
burned a hole through her spirit.  There was a smile on his handsome face
and suddenly she lost all of her courage.  Josh was different and she
wasn't certain why her inner being seemed to quiver every time she was with
the young man.

   Jane wasn't sure how long she stood staring into the dark, paralyzing
eyes, but it felt like an eternity.  Without warning, the class resumed and
she had to go attend to her students.  The rest of the afternoon was a
complete daze, as Jane didn't know where she was or what she was doing. 
She tried to reason why she let things progress to the point where the
young men felt sure enough of himself to display his sexual desire.  What
Jane did do was vow to not let it happen again and she did blame herself
for not controlling matters.

   ***

   Two days later, one of the most memorable experiences of Josh's life
happened by accident.  He went with Jane to get some supplies from one of
the many storerooms at the school.  They were in the secluded room with the
door closed when Jane reached up to get something off a high shelf.  This
beautiful, sexy woman reached up, standing on her tiptoes, and she was too
much for Josh to resist.

   He stood behind Jane with his fiery eyes glued on the back of her head.
He reached forward, putting his big hands on top of hers, and pinned her
hands firmly on the high shelf.  Josh's lips brushed her ear and his
burning breath washed across her flushed cheek, which seemed to be red-hot.
"Don't move.  I've wanted to touch you...  feel you ever since the first
time we met."

   The only thing she was able to do was let out long, desperate gasps. 
Her regret was twofold.  Jane knew if she didn't stop things immediately,
she would live to regret it.  She also knew it was wrong to standstill, yet
by stopping Josh she would regret missing a once in a lifetime experience.
The young man's hot breath continued washing across her blushing cheek and
it paralyzed every muscle in her body.

   When Josh moved his right hand, Jane remained motionless with her hands
permanently glued to the shelf.  He carefully pulled her blouse out of the
waistband of her skirt and left her panting for more air.  Jane would never
believe that she sucked in her tummy allowing Josh to easily pull up her
blouse.  Then he let go with his other hand and now she was totally free to
escape.  Her brain screamed, 'run, run and get away, you fool!'

   Her legs remained stiff and her toes were nailed to the floor.  The
standing position with her arms outstretched allowed the young man to
easily slip his hand under her misaligned bra.  Abruptly her right breast
was in his hand and being caressed in a rough, desperate fashion.  Her
enlarged nipple was between Josh's fingers and he rolled it around like a
marble in oil.  "Your tits...  I mean breasts are gorgeous, sexy and so
luscious."

   It had been years since she had felt such lust.  They seldom had sex
anymore, as her husband seemed disinterested and too busy with his growing
business.  Suddenly her left breast was fondled and Josh's fingers
instantly surround the hardened nipple.  Josh sort of cupped both boobs in
his big palms and used his strong fingers to caress and squeeze the erect
nipples.  She couldn't remember the last time her body yearned for
something or when she felt such a burning desire.

   Jane realized that it was imperative to move real soon or the young man
would have her undressed.  Knowing it might be the biggest disappointment
of her life, Jane yanked her hands off of the bookshelf.  She turned around
quickly and at the same time straightened her clothing.  "I'm so sorry.  I
should never have let this happen," she whispered, with a stern tone to her
quivering voice.  "Please, we must stop."

   The 18th day of September would forever be engrained in her memory. 
"Give me your hand," Josh whispered.  He simply grabbed her dainty hand,
acting like it was the most compassionate and caring thing he had ever
done. Jane expected the young man to apologize and then leave, but to her
profound amazement that never happened.  Josh stared at her and his dark,
mesmerizing eyes turned her stomach to quicksand.

   In one swift and shrewd move, Josh shoved her hand into his pants.  One
second Jane expected an end to the sudden affair and the next second her
hand rested directly on top of something long, hard and pulsing.  She was
positive her legs collapsed involuntarily, as the next thing she was aware
of was being in the arms of an overpowering young man.  Her hand twisted
slightly, which enabled her fingers to wrap around the throbbing penis, and
every heartbeat radiated straight up her arm.

   His voice was soft and tender.  "I'm going to make love to you," Josh
whispered, kissing the side of her face.  "You're so beautiful inside... 
and outside and I want to be your lover."

   Her heart beat so fast and furious and Jane wasn't sure what to do. 
Josh thrust his hips forward, which pressed her hand and his hardness into
her shivering midsection.  For some reason her head rolled backwards and
she saw his face at the last moment.  Her mouth opened to take a breath and
then she was kissed.  Jane stopped breathing, but her heart raced.  She
felt her temperature rising and suddenly her head started ringing so loud
that it made her temples pound madly.

   In her hand was the first stranger's cock she had touched since getting
married and Jane marveled at how large it seemed compared to her husband's.
How often had she dreamed of seeing...  of touching a big cock like those
in porno movies that she had reluctantly watched with her husband over the
years?  She was like most women who didn't think much about the size of a
man's unit; yet there was something about Josh being black that added a
profound, philosophical aspect to the secret storeroom affair.

   Jane wasn't aware of how she wound up against the wall.  She knew it
wasn't her feet that moved, as her entire body was petrified by the sudden
incidence.  All of a sudden her skirt was up around her waist the there was
a stranger's hand inside her panties.  Josh deftly thrust his forefinger
under the edge of her cotton garment and in a split second his hand covered
her precious mound.

   Jane jerked her head sideways and broke the kiss.  She desperately
gasped for air and tried to come to her senses in a hurry.  "Dear gawd, we
can't.  We have to stop this instant," she said.  "Gawd, what's come over
me?"

   Josh was thankful for the brief encounter with the one woman he adored.
"Yes, we have to stop...  someone might come along and catch us," he said,
but he hesitated.

   It took a few seconds before she could breathe normal again.  "Oh gawd,
what have I done?" she wondered out loud.  "I'm so sorry...  it's my
fault." Jane quickly straightened her blouse and skirt and brushed them a
few times to take out some of the obvious wrinkles.

   Without warning, Josh put his finger under her chin and raised her head
so he could look her in the eyes.  "You must do one thing for me."

   Jane stared back into his dark, mystifying eyes.  Her first instinct was
to run from the room, but something in his eyes prevented her fleeing.  She
merely looked at the young man, as if pleading for him to ask that special
favor.

   Josh waited until Jane appeared ready.  "You are the sexiest woman alive
and I dearly want to make love to you." Then he decided to take a big
chance.  "Shave for me.  Make a fresh start and shave...  be shaved when we
make love."

   Jane listened, but she was too astounded to say anything right away. 
His request was probably the stupidest thing she had ever heard; yet a
tremor shot up her entire body.  Jane visualized a razor being handed to
her and then she obediently fulfilled the young man's dream.  She almost
blurted out a response she might have regretted the rest of her life. 
Instead she took the sane path of a mature, married woman.  "Please Josh,
this is wrong.  People are probably already suspicious because we've been
in here so long," she whispered.  "We must get back to classroom."

   Each looked at their watch.  There was still a little less than ten
minutes before the next class, which was barely enough time to get prepared
for her students.  Jane exited the room in a hurry and went straight to the
ladies room in an effort to regain her senses.

   ***

   Brad suspected his buddy had gained valuable headway, as Josh appeared
to be in Jane's good books.  The two were often together between classes
and suddenly Josh wasn't bragging about his accomplishments like he used to
with every contest the two had in the past.  Brad was at the far end of the
hallway when Jane came out of the storage room the other day and he noticed
her flushed and misused appearance.  Then Josh exited the room shortly
after Jane and Brad was positive his buddy had at least copped a feel of
the sexy teacher.

   Brad's suspicions were confirmed the next weekend when the two spent a
Saturday night barhopping.  The two buddies consumed more than enough
alcohol by midnight and even continued drinking after they got home.  Each
beer loosened Josh's tongue and built his ego.  The two buddies razed each
other back and forth and eventually Brad brought up his favorite topic. 
"How's it going with Jane?"

   "Good!  She's a nice lady and I respect her a lot."

   "Yeah, yeah, but how did it go in the storeroom?  I saw you coming out
with the biggest grin on your face."

   "We just talked...  nothing else!"

   "I call bullshit, bro."

   The beers were going down easy and both men felt no pain.  Josh squirmed
in his chair unable to come to grips with his dilemma.  He would do
anything in the world for his best buddy, but suddenly he had nagging
doubts.  He hated the thought of squealing on Jane and didn't want to kiss
and tell.  His drunken state seemed to give Josh enough courage to express
his reluctance to continue their boyish contest.  "Hey, bro, I've gotten to
know Jane and well...  I've changed my mind."

   Brad was dumbfounded.  He suspected his buddy liked the teacher, but
never realized how much.  "Call it off if you want.  Go ahead, man, but I'm
still going to bang her."

   "Hell, she's a nice lady.  Let's leave her be."

   "She's a poor married woman who feels sorry for herself.  Hell, she
probably hasn't been properly fucked in weeks...  in months."

   "It wouldn't be right if we jeopardized her marriage, or career."

   "She needs a royal screwing and I plan on giving it to her.  When I wave
my prick at her, she'll get on her hands and knees and wave that delicious
ass at me."

   "Geez, I think we should leave her alone."

   "So what do those luscious tits feel like?  I know you copped a feel;
you lucky bastard."

   Josh was too tipsy to know better.  "Wow, they're the best...  so soft,
yet firm and those bloody nip..."

   Brad noticed his buddy catch himself, but the damage had already been
done.  "Christ man, you're the luckiest bastard.  What about that pussy? 
Don't tell me you felt that too."

   The beers had loosened Josh's tongue and it wagged a tale of lost
desire. "Oh bro, I've never met a woman like her.  I fucking near blew my
load."

   Brad observed the telltale signs and knew Josh had succeeded in fondling
the seductive teacher.  "So tell me.  Did she feel your rod?  I bet that
put a big smile on her face."

   By the end of the night, Brad knew enough about the secret encounter. 
He was a little surprised at Josh's ability to seduce the sexy teacher, but
the information was just what he needed.  The night ended with the two
reconfirming their childish bet, although Josh was very hesitant.  Even in
his drunken condition, Josh questioned his fortitude of actually going all
the way with Jane.  He was slightly consoled by believing that neither of
them would be able to seduce the innocent teacher.

   ***

   The next day of school, it was Brad who acted.  It was his turn in the
classroom with Jane and he planned a manipulative blackmail, which he knew
would turn the sexy teacher into his obedient puppet.  He waited until a
class ended to get Jane alone and then he pounced.  "I know I'm being a big
bother, but can I catch another ride home tonight?"

   Jane had made up her mind to stop acting improperly with both young men
so she responded right away.  "Gee, I'm sorry, but I have something planned
that I really can't get out of."

   "Really?"

   The look on the young man's face turned her stomach to jelly.  "Yea...
Yeaaass."

   "Well you might want to reconsider, as I have something very important
that I want to talk to you about."

   "I made this appointment a long time ago." She didn't like lying, but it
seemed the only way out of a situation that was growing into a dilemma.

   Brad stared into her eyes and noticed her resolve starting to diminish.
"You see...  I know about the storeroom.  I don't think you want the
principal or hubby to find out, do you?"

   "Nothing happened.  There's nothing...  nothing that you can use." Jane
looked at the young man and the confident grin on his face quickly robbed
her last bit of willpower.  "Please, nothing really happened."

   "I'll meet you at your car after work," Brad whispered.  Then he quickly
turned and left her standing at her desk with a confused expression written
on her worried face.

   The rest of the day was a blur, as she didn't know what Brad was after.
He sounded serious and Jane couldn't believe the man had suddenly changed.
Brad had always seemed warm and caring, but all of a sudden he appeared
cunning and more devious than anyone she knew.  At quitting time, she went
to the parking lot praying for a salvation that she knew would never come.

   When Jane neared her car, the sight of Brad standing beside it sent
shivers down her spine.  She decided to put on a brave face and tried hard
to remain calm, as she got into the car.  Hesitantly she unlocked the
passenger door and the young man slowly got into the car.  He merely looked
at her and didn't say a word.

   Nothing was said for the first minute or two.  Jane drove towards Brad's
apartment hoping to get there as quickly as possible.  "I know what
happened in the storeroom.  I know about the fun-time you had with Josh,"
Brad said, as he stared at her.

   Without looking away from the road, Jane knew the young man was looking
at her.  "Please, Brad, nothing happened."

   "Look, honey!  Let's get one thing straight.  I don't like it when you
bullshit me and I don't like it when you tell me a boldfaced lie."

   Jane was still confused.  "Please, why are you doing this?" She trusted
Josh and couldn't understand how Brad knew about the secret indiscretions.

   Brad noticed the totally bewildered look on Jane's pretty face.  He
marveled at how quickly Josh and Jane had grown intimately close, but he
still craved one thing.  "Don't worry.  Your boyfriend's too goddamn naïve.
When Josh drinks too much, he loses the ability to think straight...  and
he's a piss poor liar.  He's like my brother and I know when he's hot for a
woman," he said.  "Hell, he probably can't remember getting so drunk and
telling me everything."

   Jane glanced at the young man and at once realized she had profound
feelings for someone new in her life.  "But there's nothing between Josh
and I."

   Brad glared at her.  "Look sweetheart, I know he felt you up right in
the school."

   Jane glanced over and into the steadfast eyes and there was no leniency.
She realized that there was nothing she could say to appease the young man.
"But, but it was nothing, really."

   "Look, honey.  Do you want anyone finding out?"

   Suddenly she couldn't look at Brad.  "No.  No."

   "Hey, don't blame your boyfriend.  Josh can't handle his liquor and he
was a babbling idiot after a few beers," Brad said, before sending the
final volley.  "I bet that black cock felt good, didn't it?"

   "What do you want from me?"

   Brad made the smartest decision when he assumed Jane would sacrifice
herself for someone she treasured.  He knew she would hesitate risking her
career or her marriage, but she would do anything in her power to save
someone she loved.  "I'm doing this for one thing...  and one thing only.
To get into your pants!"

   When he said it, Jane felt totally overwhelmed with the thought that
Brad planned to blackmail her.  "You're crazy...  you're mad!"

   Luckily they arrived at Brad's, as Jane wasn't in any shape to drive. 
She parked and sat stoic waiting for the young man to continue.  "I know
you threw your sexy ass at Josh...  let him feel those luscious titties. 
Christ that black dick must have felt good?" Brad paused to give her a
chance to reflect.  "Josh didn't exactly say what happened, but I figured
it out.  And besides...  the school board and your hubby will believe
anything I say."

   Jane felt weak and totally consumed with guilt.  He knew!  She wondered
about how much Brad knew and exactly how much Josh told him.  She wondered
if calling his bluff would work?  It was strange how a guilty mind assumed
the worst.  Jane imagined the young man going to the principal and telling
him about her indiscretions with Josh.  She originally considered what
happened as not that serious.  "Please, it wasn't like that.  Nothing
happened."

   Brad reached across the seat and twisted Jane's shoulders so he could
look her in the eyes.  "I said no fucking bullshit.  What do you think Mr.
Smith will say when he finds out his little angel is groping a student
trainee in his goddamn storeroom?  Putting her hands on a black dick right
in the school."

   "Oh, Brad, please!" Jane's heart almost came out of her chest, as she
realized the young man's blackmail was too overwhelming.  Her pleas were
practically an admission of guilt, but she didn't know what else to do.

   Brad saw the defeat written on her distraught face.  He knew he guessed
right and wanted to push her all the way to the edge.  She squirmed in her
seat and he laughed out loud.  "What will hubby say when he finds out his
darling wife is screwing around with some black dude?" He stared straight
into the teary eyes.  "And I'm sure they'll kick Josh's ass out of the
program when they find out he's dicking one of his supervisors, right in
the school."

   Jane wanted to disappear.  If her life ended at that moment, she would
have been satisfied.  She looked at the young man and didn't notice any
wavering or any softening in his blackmail demands.  She didn't know which
was worse?  If parents or the school board found out, her career was
finished; if her husband found out, her marriage was finished; if she
didn't do what Brad demanded, Josh would be punished.  "What do you want?
What do you want from me?"

   "I'm glad you see the light.  I promise not to tell anyone about you and
Josh.  Your career is safe and so is his." Brad leaned forward and grabbed
one of her hands.  Then he slipped a small piece of paper in the palm of
her dainty hand.  "This will explain in detail...  when and where you will
meet me on Friday.  Since your husband will be away for the weekend, the
timing couldn't be better."

   Jane glanced at the satisfied grin on Brad's face, as her eyes filled
with tears.  She cursed the fact of naively telling the young man that her
husband was going to a National Solar Convention at the Las Vegas
Convention Center.  The devious young man had won and it was little
consolation of not having to make excuses for being away from home.  Jane
was willing to do whatever it took to keep Brad quiet.  She didn't want to
get fired by the school or divorced by her husband.  Also, she would do
anything to protect an innocent young man who she had grown fond of, so
there was only one way out of the drastic dilemma.

   When he turned and left the car, Jane's heart pounded harder in her
chest.  She slowly straightened her fingers and opened the piece of paper.
'To my beautiful sweetheart,' was written.  Before this unexpected
blackmail scheme, Jane would have felt love and admiration for a young man
who she once considered a true friend.  Now she hated Brad, but realized it
must not get in the way of her sanity.

   'We will spend an entire evening together...  just you and me at my
apartment.  Be here at 7 o'clock, Friday evening.  Don't be late or if you
don't show up, you'll be forever sorry.' Through tears, it was hard to read
the blurry note.  'I give my word that everything will be forgotten once my
desire is fulfilled.  I've dreamed of nothing else, but having sex with the
sexiest teacher.' There was a last line, which sent a shiver through her
entire body.  'Please wear the necklace I gave you.'

   ***

   The night lasted an eternity and Jane was completely exhausted when she
went to school the next day.  She hardly slept with her mind distraught
over the impending dilemma and she feared meeting the two young interns
again.  Jane felt intimidated by Brad and utterly powerless to resist his
blackmail demands.  During the many nightmares she experienced through the
night, her choices seemed quite simple.  Either she met with Brad on
Friday, allowing the scoundrel to have sex with her, or she didn't meet
with him, refusing his blackmail instructions.

   Jane was proud of the fact she never had an affair or even considered
being unfaithful during her ten years of marriage.  Now she either became
an adulteress or she would be absolutely humiliated by losing her job.  She
dreaded meeting Brad at school.  Her fate rested in the hands of the devil
and there was also one other dire consideration, which caused her much
agony.  She wasn't taking any form of birth control and the possibility of
getting pregnant with such a vile man was utterly demoralizing.  The one
consoling fact was that she had just finished her period, which meant she
was relatively safe, but the thought still depressed her.

   Without a viable alternative, she went to work feeling like a woman
without any control over her future.  Her decision was made during the long
night and she wasn't happy about meeting Brad on Friday.  Jane readily
eliminated any inclination of telling her husband about Brad's blackmail,
as the thought was too disgraceful.  Luckily her husband was leaving for
Vegas within a few hours so he wouldn't notice her extreme anxiety or
nervousness leading up to the Friday night rendezvous.

   Jane also feared meeting Josh and being alone with him again, but for
entirely different reasons.  She couldn't recall being so intimately
affected by anyone or anything in her life.  Jane felt a desperate need to
talk to someone and it seemed that her and her husband never confided in
each other anymore.  Her first impulse was to divulge the details of the
approaching nightmare to the young man, but she couldn't garner up enough
courage.

   There were deep-rooted feelings inside that Jane believed made Josh
different, but she hesitated letting her emotions get carried away.  She
decided to act like nothing happened, yet realized it would be difficult to
pretend there was nothing intimate between the two.  She deemed it was her
fault for what happened, which allowed Brad to gain the overpowering
control, and to protect Josh it was crucial he didn't know about the
impending blackmail.

   The morning classes passed without anything eventful happening, but that
soon changed at noon hour.  Jane was standing at her desk getting ready for
lunch and Josh appeared out of nowhere.  "I missed you.  I've waited all
morning to see you."

   Jane was too shocked to say anything.  She froze and stood absolutely
motionless staring down at the papers on her desk.  She didn't dare look at
the young man of her dreams for fear of falling under his mysterious spell.
"Uuuugh?"

   "Whenever I'm with you, I feel good," Josh whispered.  Jane remained
still and stared straight ahead, but her eyes may as well have been closed.
His lips were against her ear and his voice was merely a faint whisper. 
"I've never felt this way...  about anyone!"

   "No!  Dear gawd, no.  I'm not that kind of woman...  I'm married," she
moaned.  "It's my fault for leading you on.  I should never have done
that."

   Josh had to look into her eyes again and see for himself.  He grabbed
her shoulders and spun her around.  When they came face to face, Josh
stared into her shinny, brown eyes.  "I can wait...  forever if need be,"
he whispered.

   Being not only a married woman, but also a mature teacher, Jane
understood the severe consequences of acting inappropriately.  She had
already erred in more ways than she could count and she vowed to do
whatever it took to end the sinful matter before it worsened.  It took
every ounce of courage to not throw herself into Josh's arms.  "We can't...
it's wrong."

   One big thing still bothered Josh.  He decided it was best to warn Jane
about Brad's unwavering determination, even if it caused a serious break in
their growing relationship.  "Aaah.  Please be careful around Brad.  He's a
great guy, but he can get...  eerrr, get very persuasive if he finds a
woman desirable," he whispered.  "And Brad has his sights set on you, so
please be careful."

   Jane felt the strongest urge to tell Josh about the blackmail, but her
overpowering guilt prevented any revelation.  She looked into his eyes and
resisted the impulse to fall into his strong arms.  When he suggested they
go to the lunchroom, she gladly accepted, as being alone with the young man
was frustrating.

   Acting like nothing happened or that there was nothing between the two
was difficult, but necessary as far as Jane was concerned.  She sat with
Josh in the staff lunchroom feeling more and more sure of her feelings for
the young man.  Every time he spoke to her or looked into her eyes, she
felt her heart do a double beat and her face seemed to flush.  She was
utterly mystified by the strong desire for intimate contact with Josh, but
vowed to resist the temptation knowing it would only make matters worse. 
With Brad's impending rendezvous on the horizon, she didn't need any
further turmoil in her life.

   ***

   The day leading up to the blackmail rendezvous was the worst day of her
life.  She couldn't remember experiencing more mental anguish and her
students must have thought she had lost her mind.  Finally she simply gave
them reading assignments, which left her alone to wallow in decadence.

   When she went home from school, she was distraught with the realization
that by night's end she would be an adulteress.  Having her husband away
for the weekend saved her coming up with a viable excuse for spending
Friday night out, yet she was still bothered by overpowering guilt.  Her
husband often encouraged Jane to go out with her girlfriends, but she
seldom did because she felt uncomfortable going out without her husband.

   Jane fought hard to dress for the horrible journey, not wanting to give
Brad any more satisfaction.  She decided on a very conservative skirt and
blouse.  Underneath was the least sexy underwear she owned and she prayed
for the courage to go through with the drastic adventure.  She had grown
fairly fond of Brad, but his sudden blackmail had definitely changed her
opinion of the young man.

   She approached Brad's apartment building with so many butterflies in her
stomach that it felt very uncomfortable.  Walking up to the front door,
Jane hesitated before ringing the doorbell.  Without warning the door
opened and she glared straight at the biggest grin on Brad's youthful face.
"I'm glad you're here.  You look gorgeous, very beautiful!"

   Jane realized the evening would be one of twofaced action.  Both her
good-side and her bad-side would be talking.  'Yeah, sure asshole!  What
choice did I have?' Then she smiled and actually spoke out loud.  "Thank
you.  Please, before we get started.  I can't afford to get pregnant so we
can stop right now unless you have protection."

   "Not to worry.  I fully understand.  Here, let's start off on the right
foot," he said, handing her a glass of wine.  "A toast and I promise that
by the end of the night, you'll be a happy, happy woman."

   'Right asshole!  Like wine is going to make me feel better.' She tried
her best to smile when she took the glass from Brad.  "Yes, I could use a
drink, thanks," she replied.

   "Come, I'm sure you could use something to snack-on as well," he said.
Then they moved into his living room, which was set up with romantic
lighting, soft music and some finger-food.  On the second glass of wine,
she was feeling a little more relaxed and thankfully a lot less worried. 
Brad wisely kept the conversation on her life and on her past teaching
experiences.  He was well aware that Jane would let her guard down when she
talked about her young students.

   Brad also insisted they talk about her family and after another wine,
Jane was feeling a little tipsy.  They sat on the sofa and Brad suggested
they retire to a much better location.  He refreshed their glasses and
ushered Jane up to his bedroom dungeon.  'Fucking lovely!  The bastard is
getting ready to mount me.'

   When Brad reached for her blouse, she wrapped her free arm around her
chest to indicate her reluctance.  Brad quickly set both glasses on a
nearby dresser and turned Jane around so he was behind her.  "You have such
lovely skin...  soft and so velvety."

   "Dear gawd, I've never cheated..."

   "I know.  I could tell," Brad whispered.  "Any man would be crazy not to
desire you...  such a gorgeous, sexy woman."

   Jane kept quiet, as she reached for the buttons on her blouse, but the
little voice in her head couldn't stop talking.  'Well let's get it over
with real quick.  Take me you bastard; then I can get out of here.'

   Her fingers vibrated like crazy and she only managed to undo two or
three buttons before Brad pushed her hands away.  "Slow, take it slow.  I
want this to last a long, long time." Then he reached around her and slowly
unbuttoned her blouse.  Brad pressed his body against her back and kept his
mouth next to her ear.  "You deserve the best."

   'Right asshole!  And I bloody hope you don't consider yourself in that
category.' Jane stood rigid and tried hard to not protest or say anything,
as the young man put his hands all over the front of her body.  Brad
caressed her from her neck down to her tummy and cleverly left her bra on
when he caressed her boobs one at a time.

   Brad paid special attention to the ends and felt the nipples pushing out
against the soft fabric.  "You have outstanding breasts...  nipples that I
can't stop dreaming about."

   'Dammit, I hate when they do that.  Now the rotten bastard will think he
made my nipples erect.' Then it came to her.  If he wouldn't let her
undress, she had to use other means to make the unwanted sex go faster. 
"Mmmmm...  mmmm, that feels nice."

   Suddenly it was Brad's turn.  The little voice in his head spoke to him,
which increased his confidence.  'Right, honey!  Fake it and make me
believe you want it real bad.'

   "Mmmm...  mmmm, I like that."

   'Yeah, I bet you do.  Well, keep faking it, honey.  Once we get down to
the nitty-gritty, you'll prove you're a slut, once and for all.' Brad's
face grinned, as he listened intently to his supportive little partner. 
'Christ, I almost want to rip your fucking clothes off and see all of that
ball-busting body.' He slowly rolled the bra upwards, freeing the luscious
boobs.  Then he put the two erect buds in his fingers and rolled both of
them around and around.

   'Damn, why do they always get so bloody hard?' Jane rolled her head
backwards and rested it on Brad's shoulder.  "Mmmm...  mmmm, that feels
good," she moaned trying to use her sexiest voice.

   Brad kissed her ear and all the way down her neck.  'Yeah, I bet it
does. Keep moaning, my love.  I have a big surprise for you, so keep faking
it.' He squeezed the nipples a little harder and felt them get even harder.
"You have such a sexy body.  Your nipples are absolutely the best... 
hummmm outstanding!"

   Jane wanted it over.  She reached for her skirt and managed to undo the
zipper and button.  Then before she was aware of what Brad was doing, she
was guided across the room.  She opened her eyes and about three feet in
front of her bewildered eyes was a reflection of a struggling couple.  Her
blouse was completely open and her bra was bunched almost around her neck.
It was her boobs that drew the most ire.  She watched Brad's fingers roll
the swollen nipples around and swore at the obvious inflamed state of her
buds.

   She felt Brad's eyes and glanced a little higher into the large,
wall-length mirror.  Still behind her, Brad had his face next to her ear,
as he stared back at her.  "We both get to watch," he whispered, giving her
ear a taunting flick with his tongue.  His face was very serious when he
held the steady gaze. .  "Watch the sexy teacher cream like a little
schoolgirl."

   'You're fucking dreaming, asshole, if you think I'm going that far.'
Jane stared at their reflection and into the dark eyes wondering what Brad
was doing.  "Mmmm...  mmmm."

   Brad let go of the enlarged nipples and finished taking off the skirt.
Then he stripped the blouse and bra to leave her standing in unsightly
nylons and panties.  Jane let her glance shift to the awful image and she
wondered if it was possible to look any un-sexier?  Her white panties
showed through the soft, beige hose and the sight made her shiver.  When
Brad slowly rolled the remaining garments down her legs, leaving them
bunched at her feet, she shuddered at being left nude.

   "Sweet mother of Jesus...  shaved pussy.  You're shaved!  I've dreamed
of screwing a woman who does that." Brad moaned into her ear and Jane felt
his obvious arousement pushing into her back.  "You look absolutely
gorgeous."

   The timing couldn't have been worse.  She stared at the newly acquired
look and realized her mistake.  'Dear gawd, why did I do that now?' Jane
glared into the mirror at Brad whose tongue was hanging out of his mouth.
'I hope the bastard doesn't think I shaved for him.  Dear gawd, why him?"
Why can't it be...?'

   Jane had shaven her private region for the first time in her life.  She
stared at the illustrious spectacle and marveled at how the newfound
exterior seemed to make her look tantalizing, even glamorous.  Jane was
still admiring her appearance when Brad acted.  "It's time my love.  Time
to show me how you can climax in my arms," he whispered.  "We're going to
watch you masturbate."

   'Watch what?  I don't think so, as I'm not the least bit aroused.' Jane
returned her gaze to Brad and noticed the serious expression on his face.
"Then will you let me go?  If I do that, will you leave me alone?"

   His warm smile turned into an evil grin.  "We'll see.  If you're real
good, maybe I'll just jerkoff and call it a night," Brad said.  He watched
the frown on her pretty face turn to optimism, as the devil spoke to him
again.  'Get to work slut.  Watching you get yourself off is going to be
the greatest.  Then you're going to suck my cock and I'll blow my fucking
load down your sexy-ass throat.'

   "I'm not sure...  not sure if I can do it.  I've never masturbated... 
in front of someone," Jane moaned.  Once again it was her conscience that
made her appear naïve and gullible.  "Really, I don't think I can do it."

   "You'll have to trust me.  Once you've satisfied my sexual desire, I'll
let you go home.  So make it good and you'll be out of here a lot quicker,"
Brad explained.  "Do it!  Show me what that shaved beauty can do."

   Jane closed her eyes, unable to watch.  The thought of actually
masturbating in front of a stranger was horrific, but it was being able to
observe the satisfied grin on Brad's face when she did it that caused her
the most misery.  "I don't think I can."

   Abruptly her ear was on fire, as Brad used his sharp teeth to get her
full attention.  "Open your beautiful eyes.  You're going to watch it all
with me," he whispered through his teeth.  "Watch you molest that gorgeous
pussy.  Be a good girl and masturbate!"

   She obeyed, as there didn't seem to be any alternative.  Her arms were
aided until they reached downward and her hands were wittingly guided to
her shivering pelvis.  Nothing seemed real to Jane.  Her fingers tenderly
caressed the velvety skin and her eyes opened wider when she noticed
something glistening between her legs.  Without warning her feet were
nudged apart and she found it hard to control her trembling fingers.

   "That's a good girl.  Can you see it?" Brad stared at the opening
between Jane's legs and noticed the definite outline of the prettiest pink
lips.  "I've never seen anything so sexy...  so enthralling."

   Jane noticed it too.  Brad had kicked her feet far enough apart that her
labia were visible.  Almost in a trancelike state, she watched her dainty
fingers dip into the tempting space until her precious jewel was covered.
She paused for a few seconds, wondering how to display womanly lust without
actually experiencing it.  'Oh, gawd, can I fake it and make him believe
I'm having an orgasm?'

   Brad observed the hesitation and didn't mind the short reprieve.  His
emotions were riding a roller coaster and rising at a tremendous rate,
which would spoil his plans.  He willed up some extra self-control and used
his subconscious male ego to stave off any premature climax.  Again the
silent voice spoke.  'Take your time, honey.  We're going to be here all
night and when you go home to papa, you'll have a belly full of jizz. 
There'll be no goddamn rubber on this cowboy!'

   Jane cupped her clean-shaven mound and moved her hand back and forth. 
When she watched the obvious masturbation attempt, she hoped it was enough
to satisfy Brad's perverted desire.  Then she glanced up and into the young
man's unyielding eyes again.  It wasn't going good so she opened her mouth.
"Ooohhh...  ooohhh gaaaawd." She jerked her hips hoping Brad was satisfied.

   "Show me that gorgeous pussy.  Spread those girlie-lips and show me that
magnificent clitty!" Brad smiled, but it was his eyes that forced her to
react.

   Jane slowly placed her forefinger and middle fingers of her left hand on
her labia.  The images would be forever photographed in her mind.  Her
fingers pulled the puffy lips apart and exposed the pink clitoris.  It was
extremely hard to keep her eyes from fluttering, as they tended to roll
backwards when her right hand moved.  The fingers surrounded the little gem
and this time her jerking hips were genuine.  'Oh geez, this might not be
smart.  Holy shit, that actually felt good,' she thought.

   Then she heaved and groaned a few times in a vain attempt at deception.
"Aaah, aaah.  Oooh, oooh gaaawd!"

   There was no more need for Brad to hold her arms so he grabbed the
luscious boobs.  Cupping the tits and molesting them sent shivers down his
arms and straight up to his head.  He caressed her and purposely left the
nipples exposed so they were clearly visible in the mirror.  "My God, you
have the nicest breasts...  the best nipples," he whispered, completely
ignoring her impulsive fake excitement.  "Now show me that pretty clitty...
all of it!"

   Jane's eyes were very glassy and they shifted from one image to another.
Brad's face was etched with animal desire and he stared at her in a
threatening manner.  A little lower she noticed her breasts being groped by
the young man and it was more than obvious her nipples were extremely
erect. Lower still and her entire body shuddered at the sight of pure lust.
Her throbbing clitty was between her fingers and it was being rotated
around in a wild, vigorous fashion.

   This time her dreamy eyes locked on the magic between her legs.  Her
body came up so that she was standing on her tiptoes and thankfully Brad's
strong arms supported her for better balance.  All of a sudden a tremendous
spasm rocked through her body, which left some disbelief about her resolve.
She uttered a few more moans for effect and abruptly things got out of
control.

   Brad shoved his right hand down the front of her torso and closed his
hand directly on top of hers.  His fingers grasped her two fingers, which
surrounded the throbbing morsel, and then he squeezed as hard as he could.
"Don't look away.  Watch it baby, watch it all." Brad cradled her head with
his head and shoulder and forced her to watch the entire scene unfold, much
to her dismay.

   It was the longest series of subconscious babbling and Jane listened
very carefully to herself.  'Oh my, what was that?  Oooh, hang-on girl,
don't satisfy the bastard's pervert wishes.' She stared straight into the
mirror, unable to tear her eyes off of the damning imagery.  'Yeow, that
was a big one.  Holy shit, he has his hand on mine.  Oh no, he's...  the
dirty bugger is squeezing my fingers and oh gawd, he's squashing my
thingy.'

   Tears filled her eyes when she felt her stamina slipping away.  'Dear
gawd, he's jiggling my fingers and making it feel awful.  Oh, geez, he's
squeezing...  pressing so hard.  Stop!  Oh, please stop.  Oh, Brad, don't
do that anymore.' Jane's eyes grew wider, as the many fingers became a
blur. 'Oooh, I can't let it happen.  He can't do it to me.  No, I have to
be strong!'

   Brad watched her pretty face twist and turn.  He knew she was fighting
for her life and loved every second knowing it was all in vain.  "Your
fingers...  masturbating like you were a little girl.  Do you do this at
home?  Do you show hubby how much you love being an easy slut?" Brad
nibbled on the back of her ear and used his tongue for affect.  "God lady,
I love watching you finger that shaved cunt.  Cream for me!  Show me how
you love creaming."

   The fire in her eyes caused a severe inferno, deep inside her tummy. 
Brad's fingers held her hand on top of her clitty and refused to give her
any reprieve.  By now the little bud was swollen and it was firmly
compressed between the many fingers.  "Ouch!  Owie, you're hurting me," she
moaned in desperation.  "Please, you're hurting me."

   Brad was far too shrewd for an innocent woman.  He had long suspected
Jane's romantic feelings for his best buddy were sincere and he used her
intense guilt to his advantage.  "I wish Josh could see his lovely goddess
now," he whispered.  At first Jane's mind was too frustrated and Brad's
disclosure took time going from her subconscious to her conscious mind. 
"Josh is missing the best fuck of the century; the sexy teacher creaming
like one of her little schoolgirls."

   It was the first time in her life that she orgasmed and cried at the
same time.  The agony of defeat was too much and tears ran down her cheeks.
Brad punished her by revealing her guilt and then he seized physical
control at just the right time.  He let go of her boob with his left hand
and wrapped his fingers into the long, curly hair on the back of her head.
"Fuck for me, baby.  Fuck that dirty cunt," he said, as he jerked her head
back so hard it felt like most of her hair had been ripped out.  "Finger
that dirty cunt and cream all over."

   "No, dear gawd, no!"

   "Christ, look at yourself.  The cum's running down your legs.  The most
beautiful sight in the world is a woman masturbating," Brad whispered. 
"You're the greatest."

   Right or wrong, she was long past caring.  Jane's breathing was in rapid
gasps and her stomach heaved in and out at a fantastic rate.  "No, no, not
like this."

   "Fucking right, babe.  Finger that pussy and show me a slut."

   Jane tried to put Brad out of her mind, but that was the biggest
mistake. Suddenly images of Josh popped into her conscious mind.  His
handsome face, the smile, the youthful physique and his honest sincerity
pushed her over the top.  It was the first time in her life that she had
been unfaithful, but the justification was that it was with someone she
cared deeply about.  She felt the strong, agile black fingers on her
intimate being and they caressed her in a manner, which was new to her. 
Her belly erupted and she coated the black fingers with loving cream,
making the sinful affair somewhat moral.

   ***

   Jane collapsed, as her legs were no longer strong enough for her to
remain standing.  She wound up on Brad's bed and there was no way to
comprehend what had just transpired in a stranger's bedroom.  It took some
time for her breathing to return to a normal state and by that time Brad
was thoroughly aroused.  The sexy, naked woman lay stretched out on his bed
and there was one thing paramount in his mind.  "The night is young.  I
believe that I have enough incriminating evidence against you to keep you
here all night," he informed her.

   She had been both physically and mentally overpowered.  Without enough
willpower to resist the young man, Jane merely whispered what sounded like
a feeble protest.  "Brad, dear gawd, I've done what you've asked.  Can't I
go now?"

   "My love!  I've watched you prance around the school for weeks, showing
off that sexy body to anyone with a pulse," Brad said.  "Christ, you're the
horniest teacher in the whole goddamn school."

   "Brad, I'm not.  I'm married and I'm not after anyone.  It's not what
you think."

   "Honey, after watching that fantastic masturbation, I need something hot
and horny around my cock.  I need a fucking 'BJ'."

   "A blowjob?"

   Brad proceeded to strip the clothes he had not already taken off and in
a scant few seconds was down to his shorts.  "I've dreamed of this since
the first day in class."

   Jane glanced to the side and noticed the upstanding tent in the front of
the young man's shorts.  "Oooh, I'm not really good...  I haven't done it
for a long time."

   "Don't worry, love.  Just wrap those luscious lips around my rod and
nature will take over."

   Then Brad quickly stripped his shorts.  His proud unit bobbed up and
down and Jane stared in disbelief at the stellar cock.  "Oh geez, oh geez."

   "Sweet mother, get that mouth over here.  Hey, have you ever tried 69.
We may as well go all the way."

   "What?  I can't.  I've never done that."

   "C'mon love, you won't be sorry!"

   Jane's head throbbed and it seemed she was too confused to think
straight.  She felt Brad's hands all over her body and before she knew what
was happening, she was in the most vulnerable position.  On her hands and
knees, her knees were on either side of Brad's chest and she straddled his
upper body in the most wanton fashion.  There was a loud buzzing in her
ears and Jane found it impossible to concentrate.

   She planted her hands on the bed, holding her upper body as high as
possible.  Jane tried to twist around and see what Brad was doing, but she
couldn't see around her flared hips.  Then what felt like a burning dagger
touched her delicate crotch.  "Suck it, baby!  Suck my cock or I'll shove
it into your belly."

   'Holy crap!  The damn thing is huge.  If I don't suck the goddamn prick,
he'll probably screw me.  Crap, hopefully the bastard will be satisfied
with a blowjob.' She stared at the throbbing pecker and then realized she
was in a very defenseless position.  'Christ, the bastard has his fucking
face in my crack.  Oh gawd, I've always wondered about 69...  what it was
like?  Dear gawd, not with this guy.'

   Jane hesitated before moving one hand to the pulsating cock.  She
flinched when her fingers touched the scorching meat and the scene was
right out of a porno flick.  The gorgeous woman slowly puts the head of the
man's cock in her mouth and the man licks the unprotected pussy slit.  Then
the woman's body jerks and shudders, but she can't escape the man's tongue,
as her hips are held steady by his strong hands.

   The scene grew more erotic and dramatic in a hurry.  Jane's sudden
solution was to finish the young man off, as fast as she could.  She
wrapped the fingers of both hands around the upraised cock, holding it up
with her left hand and stroking it furiously with her right.  'Oh gawd, how
long has it been since I sucked cock?  Gawd, now I'm sucking a stranger's
cock!  What have I become?' Her mouth was full, but her brain worked
overtime, as she tried to find the end of Brad's stamina.

   The cunnilingus was skillful and far more animalistic than Jane
expected. Brad held her straddling his face and used his tongue to lash
through her long narrow, pink slit.  He made sure to caress the pink
clitty, as well as stab the two holes each time he stroked the enticing
womanhood.  Jane tried her best to ignore Brad and she concentrated on the
job in hand, so she didn't feel threatened.  Although her stomach heaved
each time the young man slapped her clitoris with his tongue, she managed
to somewhat control the flow of juices out of her feminine being.

   The first blast of thick cream surprised her.  One second she was
sucking and stroking the young man's impressive cock, trying to end the
blowjob; the next she was coughing in a most desperate fashion and forced
to swallow, or else choke to death.  Jane did something she swore never to
do.  The cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed the white cream
without thinking.  The thick cock throbbed crazily and the orgasm seemed to
last for the longest time.

   ***

   Customarily it was wham, bam, and thank you ma'am when she had sex with
her husband, but that was not the case with this virile young man.  Jane
praye that Brad didn't have an insatiable lusting for sex.  She wished he
was like most men and would be satisfied with a good blowjob and maybe a
good handjob.

   Somehow when the blowjob and cunnilingus finished, Brad succeeded in
getting her in his arms.  Jane laid on her right side facing the young man
and there was one extremely obvious aspect about his stature.  He still
sported an erection and Brad deliberately placed it to cause her the most
distress.  "Brad, please don't touch me down there...  with your pe..."

   "Don't worry.  I have a condom.  I'll put it on."

   Jane heard the young man and she was amazed that he still had a hard-on.
"You aren't planning..."

   "Sweetheart!  I've dreamed of nothing else," he whispered.  "I can't
wait to get my cock into the most desirable woman in the whole city."

   "Oh gawd, you can't!"

   "But sweetheart, you know that I won't quit until I've tasted all of
your delicious riches...  everything you possess, including your most
precious charm."

   Jane thought she would lose her mind when Brad rolled onto his back and
donned a bright red condom.  'Dear gawd, why did I come here tonight?' She
had never seen one so fancy or one that had creatively shaped material
around the tip.  A threatening shiver shot through her body when she
realized the ominous condom was made for a woman's pleasure, but she vowed
not to experience any.

   Brad easily assumed a missionary position.  His much larger body pinned
her on her back and he stared directly at her.  Jane turned her head,
refusing to look at the blackmailer, and she attempted a valiant protest.
"Please, Brad we can't do this.  Haven't we done enough already?"

   "You wanted me to keep quiet...  not to tell everyone about your
storeroom indiscretions.  Well I promised to keep quiet, but you'll have to
do one more thing," Brad whispered.  "I watched you masturbate; that was
the most fantastic orgasm I've ever seen.  I watched you climax during that
wonderful cunnilingus; now I want to watch your pretty face when I fill
your belly with cum."

   'Like I have a choice?  Go ahead, asshole, screw me with that pathetic
penis.  I'll never look at you again once this fucking ordeal is over.' It
was a silent promise, which made her feel a lot better for succumbing to
the young man's blackmail demands.  She didn't feel too threatened because
the young man willingly agreed to wear a condom, which was a great relief.

   Brad put her chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned her head.
He glared into her teary eyes, as the weight of his lower body pried her
legs apart.  Jane felt the end of his pecker poking and trying to hit the
correct spot, which made her cringe with fright.  Then he shifted his hips
so that his penis rested directly on top of her shivering pelvis.  "Stroke
it baby.  I can stay hard all night, but you can make it harder," Brad
whispered.  "Stroke me babe."

   "Oh, Brad, please no more," she pleaded, as she glared back at him.  His
stare was unyielding and reluctantly she slipped her arm between their
bodies.  Her hand flinched when her fingers touched the throbbing penis and
like earlier, his heartbeat radiated up her arm.

   Brad arched his back and thrust his hips back and forth using her dainty
hand as a caressing tool.  "That feels nice.  You know how to make a man
yearn for sex," he said.  "I get hard every time I think of you...  your
sexy body."

   "Nnnuuu, Nnuu." She felt the cock get harder and to her amazement, grow
larger.

   Abruptly Brad jerked backwards and pulled his cock out of her hand. 
Then he slowly pushed his hips deeper into her thighs until his cock hit
the mark.  Jane held her breath when the thick head spread her puffy lips
and she knew what was next.

   It may have been the ride of his life for Brad, but not for Jane.  What
she felt was some pain and more than anything else some agony from being
used.  The one thing very evident at first for Brad was that it was very
difficult to enter his adorable teacher.  Not only did the condom hinder
penetration, it took awhile to stretch the opening.  When Brad reached
virgin territory, he received the ultimate joy and the ecstasy was
extraordinary.  The head of his cock hit a wall and it took many thrusts
and careful pushing before he was able to fully embed his cock.

   Once his cock was buried to the hilt, Brad felt the most intense heat of
his life.  He realized his stamina wasn't limitless when his stomach
started heaving like mad and knew there wasn't much time to enjoy the
wondrous feeling.  The base of his cock twitched a few times and then small
jets of precum filled the end of the rubber sheath.

   Jane would forever be sorry for following her natural tendencies.  Her
arms went around the young man's shoulders and she used a motherly embrace
to guide him through what was expected to be a long, tremulous tunnel. 
Once she realized her mistake, she tried not to encourage or make it better
for Brad.  It actually took her breath away when he pumped in and out a few
times and she anticipated a quick ending to the sinful episode.

   Jane assumed the disparaging affair was almost over.  She felt ashamed
and totally used by the young man who was using her body for his
self-gratification.  All of a sudden Brad's body straightened out, as he
lay on top of her beleaguered torso, and then he rolled over onto his back.
He grabbed her tightly and rolled her over at the same time so that she
wound up on top.  "You're almost done...  only one more thing.  I have one
fantasy left," Brad whispered, staring right at her.  "Just a little break
or I'll blow my top; then one last fantasy."

   "This is the last.  Then it's over," she pleaded.  "You promised."

   Brad pulled her upwards until his throbbing cock slipped out of her
inferno.  "I need a second...  a break," he said.  "I want this to last a
long time." The respite was precisely what Brad needed.  He twisted his
shoulders and reached his right arm down far enough to go around her thigh.
Brad pulled her left leg upwards, which put Jane in an awkward position,
but it enabled him to reach behind her and between her legs.  He grabbed
his cock and held it in the air before laying it against her vulnerable
pussy.

   Jane was eager to end the affair and that willingness was her downfall.
She felt him squirming and struggling and assumed he was preparing to
insert his ramrod again.  She felt him enter her wetness and her entire
body shuddered when the head easily slipped into her honey-hole this time.

   Jane's eagerness enabled the devious Brad to fulfill his last fantasy.
He pushed her shoulders upwards off his chest, so that her back arched, and
then he looked into her eyes.  "I want the greatest orgasm.  One with you
sitting on top of me and riding my cock," he said.  "You're going to be my
cowgirl."

   If she had any idea of his real intentions, Jane would have screamed her
head off.  Instead, she naively put up a measly protest.  "Brad, I've done
everything...  all that you've asked."

   "Yeah, I know.  I love you for that."

   "I don't think I can do anything more."

   "Oh you can...  and will.  Like I said, one more thing and you can go."

   "You promised before."

   "Well you're such a desirable woman and your beauty makes me crazy. 
This time, I promise you can leave." Brad pushed her shoulders harder,
arching her back severely, and he forced her to bring her knees up so that
she was in a kneeling position.  She straddled his hips and this time his
cock went in so fast and easy that Jane thought it was well lubricated. 
She was amazed and simply assumed it was her body adapting to the awful
intrusion.

   Brad quickly let go of her shoulders and put his hands around her waist.
He jerked her down and felt the elation of reaching Jane's deepest being.
His eyes bugged out when he stared at the luscious chest hovering inches
above him.  "Ride me baby.  Keep my cock in your belly and have the ride of
your life," Brad moaned.  "Christ my balls ache...  I want it so bad."

   Jane thought he was crazy and she tried to end it quickly.  She sort of
bounced up and down on the young man's hips, as his body went out of
control.  Her hands went to his chest in an effort to keep her balance and
she gave the young man a most spectacular vision.  Her biceps pressed
against the sides of her boobs and made them appear even bigger, as they
swayed enticingly up and down.  She prepared herself for the worst, but
there was nothing that could prepare her for the drastic calamity.

   Jane threw her head back and pretended to be a real cowgirl, which was
intended to rob the young man's stamina.  There were familiar twitching and
jerking in her deepest regions and Jane knew Brad was likely filling the
condom with his filthy cum.  She would always remember glancing off to one
side and into a sublime setting of blank space.  Her head sort of rolled
back and forth and suddenly she noticed something very disturbing.  "Dear
gawd, Brad!  Oh, Brad, it can't be.  Please, it can't be."

   Brad's tummy heaved in and out, as he emptied his cum-load.  He noticed
Jane staring at the long, red rubber that he discarded when he rolled over.
"The best in the world.  A cowgirl riding bareback."

   "But...  but...  but?"

   "I had to feel the real thing.  All of the intimacy of the sexiest
woman."

   "But, when...  you know what could happen?"

   "I ripped the fucking thing off and you rode bareback.  Christ I thought
my balls were going to burst."

   "Oh gawd, no!"

   "You're the absolute best...  the best piece of ass."

   "Dear gawd, Brad.  I could get pregnant."

   "So what!  It's about time hubby realized he's married to the horniest
woman who deserves the best."

   Jane used every bit of strength to get up.  She jumped off the bed and
felt the uncomfortable wetness between her legs.  Tears welled in her eyes
and soon they trickled down her flushed cheeks.  "How could you?" Strangely
her mind quickly went over the timeline and thankfully it was only three or
four days since her period.

   Jane cried.  She certainly shouldn't be in the vulnerable stage for a
few days, which made her somewhat relieved, but she was distraught for
being treated like a common whore by the young man.  Sadly it was only the
beginning and there was no time to feel sorry for herself.  A defining
moment in her life happened within the blink of an eye when the front door
of the apartment slammed.  Jane's heart stopped beating and she realized
Josh had come home.

   She was aware of the young man leaving school early that day to visit
his parents and it was an unsuspected surprise when he showed up at the
apartment.  Brad noticed her questing expression.  "Good, Josh is home! 
I've waited for weeks to flaunt this in his face," he whispered.  "We had a
bet!"

   Jane hastily searched for her clothes and at the same time tried to
comprehend what Brad was telling her.  "Huuugh.  What?"

   "Yeah, your star trainee and I had a bet...  to see who was the first to
have sex with the sexually frustrated, married teacher."

   She felt like a used piece of meat.  Brad practically pushed her aside
and he was more concerned with cleaning up before meeting his best buddy.
He swiftly donned a pair of pants and went out to meet Josh while Jane
slithered out of sight so she couldn't be seen from the other room.  She
didn't leave the bedroom.  Although Jane hated being in Brad's dungeon, the
thought of facing Josh was far too petrifying.  Her guilt was overwhelming
and she felt sick at being caught.

   Jane eavesdropped on the conversation coming from the living room and
imagined the worst, as she finished getting dressed.  "I won, man.  I won
the bet." She shuddered when Brad bragged that he had just accomplished the
impossible.

   "It was off.  I told you to leave her alone...  that the bet was off."

   "I did it, man.  I told you I'd get into her pants," Brad boasted.  "I
screwed her and she loved every bit of it."

   "Asshole, I fucking told you to stop...  to leave her alone."

   Jane couldn't believe her ears.  She had been the prize for a bet
between two immature young men.  The tears rolled down her cheeks and she
barely managed to stop herself from balling her eyes out.  Nothing else
registered in her distraught mind until all hell broke loose in the living
room.  "GET OUT!  GET OUT!" Josh's voice was loud and very authoritarian.

   Brad who surely knew his friend was thoroughly pissed off heeded the
warning without any delay.  He hurried into the bedroom to finish dressing
and noticed the shivering, frightened woman standing across the room.  The
walls closed in on her and Jane had to get out of the small bedroom.  She
rushed out and ran straight into Josh who was waiting in the living room.

   "C'mon!  I'll drive you home," Josh whispered.  "Let's get out of her
before I kill someone."

   Jane almost blurted out that she didn't need a ride, but abruptly
realized that she was in no condition to drive.  There was no harm in
accepting Josh's offer since her husband was away so she followed him
outside.  Josh drove and she sat stoic against the passenger door, as if
trying to keep her distance from a stranger.  The car was eerily quiet and
it was obvious both were trying to think of the right thing to say.

   Jane's remorse and shame quickly turned to raging anger.  "How could
you?"

   "I'm sorry...  so sorry.  Sorrier than you can ever imagine."

   "I trusted you...  trusted you more than anyone."

   "It's not what you think...  honestly."

   "Oh, really!  I wasn't a prize...  a prized whore?"

   "You have to trust me.  I didn't want this to happen."

   "What?  No, you wanted to win the bet?"

   "No!  Brad is conniving and very sneaky.  When we first met you, we both
thought you were the most attractive, desirable woman.  Then during a
drunken party we made a stupid bet, which started out as just a silly wager
between two drunks," Josh said.  "Once I got to know you, I called it all
off."

   "Oh, really?"

   "Honest, I didn't want this to happen."

   "How did Brad know all about the storeroom?  That's what he used to
blackmail me."

   "The dirty bastard spiked my drinks the other night and I got
falling-down drunk.  Anyway, I'm a blabbermouth once I'm plastered," Josh
said.  "He assumed a lot and probably fooled you into thinking he knew
everything.  That's why his sneaky plan worked."

   "I feel sick.  I cheated...  oh gawd, I cheated," she moaned.  "He
blackmailed me into becoming a slut...  a cheap slut."

   "I tried to stop him.  I'm sorry things went this far."

   They neared her home and Jane was feeling a little better.  "Thanks for
driving me home.  I don't think I am in any shape to drive."

   "I know.  It was my fault and I'll do anything...  anything in the world
to make the nightmare disappear."

   Jane had to be alone.  When Josh pulled into the driveway, the guilt
quickly became suffocating.  She knew not to make any excuses, yet she did
anyway.  "Best I go in right away...  I need to be alone.  Thanks again and
I'll see you at school."

   Josh faced her and looked into her eyes, which were still teary.  "I
realized that you were special the first time I saw you in class," he
whispered.  "That's when I fell in love with you."

   "Dear Gawd, Josh, you can't," she stammered.  "Don't say that."

   "Love at first sight!  I've known it for some time and now it's out."

   Josh turned slightly sideways in the seat and held his arms in an open
invitation.  Jane stared at the young man with the strongest urge to fall
into his arms, but the shame and guilt were too strong.  She sobbed with
overwhelming doubt and quickly exited the car for the safety of home.

   ***

   The entire night was nothing like she imaged.  She stumbled into the
house and went straight up to her bedroom.  It took her a few moments to
regain her composure before she had the strength to undress for bed.  She
caught a glimpse of her naked body just before donning her usual nightie
and noticed a few red marks and some minor scratches.  Goosebumps formed on
her arms when she imagined what happened and that for the first time in her
life, she was unfaithful.

   Jane wasn't too worried about what to tell her husband, as he wouldn't
be home until Sunday.  They didn't talk much these days about very personal
or intimate things so at least she wouldn't have to lie to him.  The real
troubling thing was trying to justify her decadent actions to herself.  She
never dreamed that one day she would commit adultery and jeopardize her
family's security.

   Every muscle in her body hurt and her mind was totally exhausted from
trying to outwit the devil.  Not only had she lost the physical battle, she
had also lost the mind games.  Brad had enticed her to masturbate with them
both watching it all in the mirror.  Then in hopes of ending the affair,
she had given the young man the most fantastic blowjob praying it would
satisfy his lust.  Much to her horror, Brad simply blew his load down her
throat before he performed the glorious cunnilingus.  Jane prayed for
another early salvation, but again she was outwitted, as she allowed the
sexual desires to blossom until she creamed like a wanton slut.

   Then the absolute worst part of the night happened.  Brad forced her to
sit on top of his stellar cock and ride him like a cowgirl.  She did it
assuming that once his blackmail demands were satisfied she would be set
free.  To her utter dismay Brad had ripped off the condom and filled her
with his virile seed, most likely hoping to get her pregnant.  Jane bounced
up and down in the saddle and she was astonished at the young man's
endurance, which she attributed to his earlier climax.

   The rest of the weekend was mentally exhausting, as Jane couldn't get
Friday night out of her mind.  She definitely didn't get much sleep; then
on Sunday her life was back to normal.  Showing up at school on Monday
morning was the hardest thing Jane had ever done.  She knew Brad and Josh
would be there and wondered if she was strong enough to face them again. 
Much to her dismay, the first meeting with Brad was uneventful and it was
over in no time.

   Then the strangest thing happened.  The principal prided himself in
assuring that the teachers in his school were adequately up-to-date in the
newest techniques.  An innovative one-day seminar was offered at the local
university and he surprised Jane with an offer to attend.  "Don't worry
about your classes.  I'll get a sub to fill-in and all you need to do is
select which day you want to attend.  It runs each day next week and, oh
yeah, I'll send one of the trainees with four of my regular teachers."

   Immediately Jane felt overwhelmed.  She didn't mind the seminar and
liked the idea of enhancing her teaching skills, but the idea of going with
someone was unpleasant.  The principal noticed her hesitation.  "You seem
to get along better with Josh and Brad than any of the others...  so it's
probably best if you go with one of them," he said.  "Just let me know
which one and I'll arrange it."

   Jane was dumbfounded.  'OMG,' she thought.  'Now I'm being setup with a
young guy who wants to screw me.  In fact, one who has screwed me in more
ways than one...  and another guy who will do anything to have sex with
me.'

   She looked at her principal, as he waited for an answer.  "Aaah, I would
rather go with one of the girls, if that's possible?"

   "Jane, you're great with the young trainees and you seem to have a
better rapport with the young men.  I just can't see any of the others
going with Josh or Brad; well, maybe Ken might get along with both of them,
but I would rather you go with one of them.  Both have given you a big vote
of confidence and say you're the best tutor in the school."

   "Oh, geez, I'm not sure."

   "I'll tell you what!  I'll leave it up to them.  They can decide which
one is going with my favorite lady."

   Jane left the office and her heart pounded frantically in her chest. 
She did everything humanly possible to stay away from the two young men and
luckily the schedule didn't have either man in her classroom.  By the end
of the week, the blackmail episode wasn't as fresh in her head and she
welcomed the weekend.  When she departed school after her last class on
Friday, the principal delivered the shocking news.  He told her that Josh
was picking her up at home on Monday morning and taking her to the seminar.

   It was the second weekend in a row that she fretted about what was
happening in her life.  One minute she was thoroughly pleased with her job
and the next she was pessimistic at going to school because Brad and Josh
were there.  By Monday morning, Jane had made many decisions, which gave
her peace of mind knowing she was taking a definite path in life.

   ***

   The seminar was actually very enlightening and enjoyable.  Although Josh
sat beside her, he never put any bold moves on her so she was very
relieved. It wasn't until almost the lunch break that the young man said
anything intimate to her.  "I feel like I'm back in high school, sitting
beside my sweetheart, and waiting to go for a noon hour quickie."

   Jane glanced at the young man and she was taken by his warm, seductive
smile.  "Hummm, you watch yourself young man, or Mrs.  Smithers will have
to scold you."

   "I'll be waiting."

   She looked into his dark mesmerizing eyes and wondered at how easily she
had forgiven the young man.  "I'll bet you will."

   The session ended abruptly and everyone started leaving the large
theater.  Josh innocently took her by the elbow and it seemed the most
natural thing to let the young man lead the way.  "I have a little
something prepared at my place.  Oh, did I tell you?  I live alone now."

   Jane didn't bother asking why; she merely followed Josh's lead out to
his car.  She had the strangest feeling that it might change her life
forever, yet she willingly went with the young man.  The drive was only ten
minutes so they didn't have much time to chitchat before they got to his
apartment.  Again Josh was the gracious host and Jane followed him,
actually welcoming the opportunity to renew their once flourishing
friendship.

   The door closed behind her and she opened her mouth to say something
nice.  All of a sudden Josh leaned into her and kissed her on the lips. 
Her body pressed against his and instantly Jane felt incredible, as a
severe shiver shot up her spine.  Something long and hard pushed into her
stomach and she was well aware that the young man was already very aroused.

   They were both huffing like mad when the kiss broke.  "We can't; we have
to be back at the seminar in an hour."

   "I know.  That's why they call this a quickie."

   Jane felt like she was back in junior high and that pleasures and joys
were too much to resist.  She felt her blouse being unbuttoned and within
seconds being rolled off her shoulders, as she tried assisting the
striptease.  Then to her utter amazement, she watched when Josh quickly
stripped and stood in front of her.  Jane barely realized that she did the
same thing, as she tossed her expensive clothes away like rags.

   "I see you did it.  Shaved for me?"

   "Ye...  yes.  I did."

   Suddenly Josh grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.  He pushed
her until she was up against the wall and she turned her head to protect
her face.  Her head was sideways with her cheek on the wall and Josh put
his controlling hand in the middle of her back, holding her against the
wall.  Josh leaned into her shivering torso and put his face beside the
back of her head.  He kissed the back of her neck and then put his lips on
her burning ear.

   Jane couldn't remember getting hot so fast.  The time ticked by and she
was well aware that they had to leave shortly, which seemed to heighten the
anticipation of what Josh might do to her.  All of a sudden she felt the
hot length of steel pressing into her bare ass-cheeks.  When the young man
shifted his hips around, she openly did the same thing so that his rod
pressed into the well-defined, narrow crack.

   Her arms were outstretched and slightly above her head, as they were
magically pinned on the wall.  She tried hard to breathe properly, but it
was difficult because her emotions were sky-high.  Jane wondered at her
sudden brazen actions and questioned if she was losing her mind.

   Josh put his foot against hers and spread her legs.  "Wonderful.  Did
you touch yourself when you shaved...  feel yourself after?"

   Jane was too stunned to respond at first, but the young man jabbed her.
She felt Josh dip down until his ramrod dropped below her butt; then he
straightened his legs, forcing her up onto her tiptoes.  "Yea...  yes!"
Lying seemed like the perfect solution, but her religious upbringing was
too strong.  "Dear gawd, yes, yes I did.  Oh no, don't touch me there."

   "Good.  Did you finger yourself...  masturbate."

   Jane was too ashamed, but again couldn't lie.  She lost her voice and
simply nodded her head so that he would know.  She balanced on her toes and
felt the tip of Josh's dagger against her soul.  Her body was on fire and
the intense flames seemed to rob her sanity.  "We can't...  dear gawd, we
have to stop.  I'm not on anything and we have to stop."

   "Of course, we will," he responded.  Josh jiggled his hips and knew
exactly when he hit the mark.  Jane's mouth popped open wide and her
breathing became utterly ragged and uneven.  Then her body started shaking
and he was scared that she was not going to wait.  "Not yet.  Please, not
yet."

   Jane didn't know what was wrong with her.  The fiery emotions scorched
what was once a faithful, moral woman and turned her into a sinner.  "We
have to stop.  I can't...  can't go all the way," she moaned.  "We need
protection."

   Josh moved his right hand to the back of her head and wrapped his
fingers into the long, curly strands of hair.  He jerked her head
backwards, arching her neck severely so that he could see her teary eyes.
"I want you so badly!" Then he thrust his hips upwards and her feet came
off the floor.  "I love you.  I've wanted you from the first time we met!"

   He sliced through the puffy lips and entered her precious domain in a
heartbeat.  She desperately gasped for air, but nothing helped.  Then a fly
on the wall witnessed the lust of two lost lovers.  Josh let go of her hair
and her cheek fell against the flat wall.  Her head remained perfectly
positioned so she could see the black man behind her, out of the corner of
her eye.  Josh grabbed her hips and pulled them backwards so that her back
arched, but her chest remained firmly planted on the wall.

   Jane realized that she was in the most vulnerable position, yet she
never moved.  All of a sudden the young man was balls-deep and her feet
were off the floor.  It happened so quickly that neither was ready for the
early orgasm.  Jane's guts erupted and for the second time in her life she
cried during a climax.  Her cheek got wet with tears and then her face
slipped up and down on the slippery wall.  She heard Josh pleading for her
to hold on...  to wait for a few more seconds, but it was too late.

   Sex was always a rushed mania with her husband.  On the rare times she
did achieve a climax, it was usually the result of great internal
willpower, lots of foreplay and the fact her fingers were extremely skilled
at self-gratification.  Jane couldn't remember the last time an orgasm
occurred without any clitoris stimulation, but here she was creaming as if
she was a schoolgirl slut.  Suddenly she was totally helpless.  Her body
belonged to a spirit and there was no stopping the violent spasms.

   Powerful convulsions rocked her body and the orgasm seemed to roll
through an endless wilderness.  Just when Jane thought it was over, Josh
gave the most dominant thrust, which lifted her higher in the air.  Jane
felt the thick cock swell and start to squirt wildly inside her heated
cavity.  Some of her tears were possibly the result of knowing what might
happen without birth control, but the immense joy far outweighed any dire
consequences.

   The room was sweltering hot, which resulted in both being covered with
sweat.  Jane appeared to hang in the air, pressed against the wall with her
legs crudely splayed out to the sides.  She had just willingly done
something that hours, or days ago would have seemed impossible, yet she
wasn't sorry.

   Shortly after the last spasm tore through his loins, Josh was hit with a
harsh realism.  The lunch break was almost over and they had very little
time.  They dressed, as fast as possible, and ran out of the apartment in
record time, getting back to the seminar just when the next speaker took
the stage.

   Jane was not accustomed to being in such a soiled or untidy condition
while in public.  She felt clammy and even had sweat in her armpits, which
should have made her very uncomfortable.  Instead, she glanced at the young
man seated to the right and her heart fluttered, as if she was a little
girl again.  Then the supposed horrible thought that she might get pregnant
entered her mind, but it merely heightened her awakened state.  Unlike last
time with Brad, this time she was totally in danger because she was in the
middle of her most vulnerable period.

   ***

   Following the seminar, it seemed Jane got closer to Josh.  She would
never admit it, but they seemed to get more intimate with each passing day.
They spent every noon hour together and both were extremely comfortable
around each other, which she hoped wasn't noticed by her fellow teachers.
With the fall semester coming to an end, Josh and the other three interns
would return to university for classes to finish their education.  As was
customary in the school, all of the regular teachers took the four out for
a final celebration dinner at a nice restaurant.

   Jane also did something that she had never done before.  She lied to her
husband about going out on a Friday night.  Half of what she said was true.
It was a celebration to say goodbye to the four trainees, but she was not
going specifically to be with her girlfriends.  Jane's stomach was full of
butterflies when she thought about a specific young man and her heart raced
at the possibility of spending time with Josh in a party environment.

   These parties usually didn't last too late and this one wasn't any
different.  Most of the regular teachers departed about nine, leaving only
a couple stragglers with Jane besides the four trainees.  It wasn't long
before Brad and the two young female trainees left the party, inviting the
rest to join them on a bar hoping experience.  Everyone declined and soon
the only two remaining were Josh and Jane who admitted having too many
glasses of wine.

   Jane was never one to handle her booze that good and she felt fairly
tipsy even though the hour was still early.  When Josh offered her one more
drink, she kidded that a married woman shouldn't be sitting around drinking
with a strange man.  "Are you trying to get me drunk young man?" Jane
stared at Josh and her heart fluttered when she noticed his knowing,
seductive smile.

   Josh leaned across the table until he was mere inches away from her. 
"Yes!  I am going to feed you alcohol and then take you out to my car where
I'm going to kiss you all over," he whispered.  "Then I'm going to drive
you to my place."

   Jane blinked at the young man's bold predictions, but her heart
continued to pound.  "But whatever would we do at your place?  You wouldn't
take advantage of a woman who has had too much to drink, would you?"

   "I wouldn't do anything a woman didn't want."

   "That's what I am afraid of," she whispered, feeling her tummy shudder
with anticipation.  "What if the woman didn't ask you to...  to touch her?"

   "I would look the lady in the eye and beg her," Josh whispered.  "Beg
for her hand and for her beautiful, sexy body."

   "Huuummm, I think we should go since we are the only ones left," she
said.  Josh's compliments were flattering, as no one called her sexy these
days, and certainly not her husband who seemed too disinterested.

   Jane decided to leave her car and catch a ride with Josh who wisely
planned for such an occurrence.  He consumed very little and remained
sober, which enabled him to drive.  They walked out to the parking lot
hand-in-hand and Jane wasn't sure why she seemed a little giddy and
bewildered.  Josh walked her to the passenger door and turned her around so
they faced each other.  Jane sort of looked up at him and didn't move away
when he slowly bent over to kiss her.

   The area was dark and no one noticed the two shadowy figures standing
next to the car.  Jane was breathless in no time and luckily the kiss broke
before she collapsed.  She let Josh open the door for her and got into the
car knowing what to expect once they got to his apartment.  The ride was
quiet and neither said much, as nothing seemed appropriate for such an
expectant, intimate moment.

   When Josh escorted her into the apartment, he immediately pushed her up
against the wall.  The resulting kiss was feverish and it seemed a
continuation from the one in the parking lot.  Josh moved to rain kisses
all over her flushed face, down her neck and onto her shoulders.  He pulled
her clothing out of the way and managed to taste the rich delights of her
upper chest and bare shoulders, before returning to her lips.

   Without warning her feet were moving and she quickly found herself in
Josh's bedroom.  There were arms and hands all over the place, as the
action was fast and furious.  The art of undressing seemed too painstaking
and the struggle was to strip without breaking the prolonged kiss.  In no
time she was naked and standing on her tiptoes trying to display her
intense passion for the man of her dreams.

   When the back of legs hit the side of the bed, she tumbled backwards. 
Josh's dexterity prevented a big fall and he gently let her hit the bed
before landing on top of her.  Jane's temperature was at a feverish level
and not much mattered to her other than the young man in her arms.  She
felt him pull away and reach to the side.  "It's okay.  You don't need
that," she whispered.

   Josh straightened and arched his back so he could look into her eyes. 
At that exact moment, Jane felt her labia being cut in two.  She stopped
breathing when her vagina spread and slowly surrounded the long thick,
black penis.  Jane vowed not to take another breath until Josh was fully
embedded and she was a little girl again.  A girl so happy and content that
she didn't want to wait.  At first her hips jerked randomly, as she
desperately thrust up at the young man.

   Josh felt the intense heat consume his moral fiber.  He too pumped his
hips in a very random fashion and there was no magical rhythm.  Each person
seemed to think speed was of the utmost essence for satisfying the other's
desire, as their hips thrust madly at each other.  They experienced wild
sexual lust at 11 o'clock; they made mad, passionate love at 12 o'clock and
experienced animal ecstasy at 1 o'clock.

   Even though it was late, Jane hesitated going home.  It was definitely
late, but the lovemaking was too profound for any rational thinking.  It
was Josh who came to his senses after the third earth-shattering climax. 
"I will take you home.  I wish we could stay like this all night, but we
can't."

   "Yes, you're right.  I don't usually stay out his late," she whispered.
"My husband will think I've had too much to drink."

   "I'll always cherish what happened tonight."

   Jane was virtually speechless, as her heart seemed to block her throat.
"Huuummm, yes.  You don't know what it means to me...  everything."

   ***

   Jane stood at the front of the class when she got hit with a sudden urge
to upchuck.  She immediately excused herself and rushed to the washroom
where she threw up.  Her illness was over in no time and she returned to
class thinking nothing of the tiny event.  It wasn't until she got home and
was sitting down for dinner that the reality hit her.  She had suspicions
since missing her period was unusual, but shrugged them off thinking that
it just wasn't probable that one or two mistakes could prove disastrous.

   About a week later, Jane went in for a checkup because she was sick on a
daily basis, plus the missed period was a definite indicator that something
might be wrong.  When the doctor looked at her after doing all of the
tests, he had the biggest smile on his face.  Instantly her heart beat
faster and she knew what to expect.  "Well young lady, you've finally done
it.  You're going to be a mother."

   Luckily Jane was sitting down because her legs felt like rubber.  She
barely answered, as the news was too shocking even after suspecting
something might be amiss.  "I wondered...  but didn't want to get my hopes
up."

   "You're in great shape and perfectly healthy.  Everything should be good
and I'm sure your husband will be overjoyed with the news."

   Jane's heart pounded and she was positive her face looked guilty. 
"Yea...  yes, I can hardly wait to tell him." Jane glanced down at her
feet, too ashamed to look at her doctor.  "He'll be surprised."

   "Make sure you have my receptionist arrange all of the checkups from now
till the big day.  I would guess that you are about five or six weeks. 
Being that this is your first, we want to make sure everything goes
perfectly."

   Jane was in a complete daze when she left the doctor's office and
stopped at the front desk.  She agreed with all of the upcoming
appointments and departed still in a highly excited state of mind.  It
probably wasn't wise to drive, but Jane was careful and managed to get home
without an accident.  She welcomed the quiet solitude, as her husband
wouldn't be home for at least another hour.  She had time to dwell on what
to do, which was both extremely daunting and highly exhilarating.

   Jane seriously thought over the timeline for the past two months. 
Having sex with three men was something unimaginable and she tried to put
everything in the proper sequence.  Her meeting with Brad was just a short
time after her last period and it was a day after she had sex with her
husband who always used a condom.  Then a week later she attended the
seminar with Josh and the unthinkable happened.  She not only had sex with
the young man, but she never even insisted that he use any protection. 
Acting like a teenager again still sent shivers through her entire body, as
she remembered the raunchy yet intimate intercourse.

   Making the most important decision of her life was utterly traumatizing,
yet Jane was shocked that it was possible to reach a drastic solution
within minutes.  She had most likely known, which path to take, because she
merely went through the motions of being happily married during the past
two years.  Her husband had his business, which he loved.  He devoted most
of his time to reaching the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and she
was beyond material things.

   Jane had what she cherished most and something she dreamed about since
grade school.  She was expecting the most precious gift, which would always
be God's gift.  Jane suspected who made her pregnant and prayed she was
right.  Not that it made a difference because she was no longer willing to
wait.  She had grown distant from her husband and the decision for divorce
gave her peace of mind.  Jane's only worries now were for her baby and a
possible union with the father.

   THE END Please email me your feedback as I always appreciate any
suggestions or comments.  

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