Paul was raised in a country town, where the boys and the girls just naturally played together, and did what the animals in the field did all the time. He learned to love the smooth, hairless bodies of girls out there in the woods, a love that stayed with him for many years.
Even though he tried to suppress it when he left the town to go to college, it would never leave him alone for long. He started going with one girl who liked to wear her hair in pig tails and shaved her pubic hair just to please him, and that tided him over.
He went so far as to get married. For years, he worked as a teacher, toeing the line, doing his best not to let his lust overwhelm his life. But when he was transferred to an exclusive boarding school for girls, it spilled over the top, and he was swept up into a series of passionate adventures that threatened his career and his marriage.
But how could he have resisted the slender, blonde, big-eyed Jessica, or the sexy little Irma, and their young friends? No man could withstand their tender charms, and what they did with them. They teased him, lured him on, visited his bed late at night, and turned him into a satyr, constantly on the lookout for new girls, the younger the better.
CHAPTER ONE
When I was a kid, my mother moved out to a farm she'd inherited from her father. She didn't really want to leave the city, but when my father left her she had to take this avenue of saving her money. She taught at the local primary school, and grew a few acres of vegetables as a hobby, and devoted the rest of her life to children.
Now, if she hadn't been so fond of kids, I might not have developed my strange predilection for children myself. Even now, as a well-respected thirty-year-old teacher, this need stays with me. And now, just as then, I'm in a good position to satisfy my urges.
But I'll start at the beginning of my development. I was nine when she made the move, and life in the country suited me just fine. I liked the people there, and the fresh air, and the relative freeness amongst my peers. In the country, a child has much more opportunity to get away from prying eyes, if you take my meaning.
After about a year we were well established. My mother often had kids from her class over for extra tuition, and a lot of them came just to play on the farm, so I had a lot of friends. On top of that, my mother loved to cook and bake, and she was forever making goodies for the kids to munch on while they were playing. I mention this only to show what a privileged position I had among them, and the implications of that will become clearer as I continue my story.
Even at the age of ten I was a strapping kid. I liked nothing better than a rough game of football, and in summer we all went swimming in a nearby part of the river where the water was especially deep. We built a springboard of sorts there, and suspended a long rope from a tree branch, making it more fun than the local Olympic-sized pool to us.
And also, at that age, my sexual drive was quite advanced. At the age of six I had taught myself to masturbate, and from that point onwards, I began to wonder, only to myself, what sex would be like. My mother had books around the house which I wasn't supposed to touch, but which nevertheless gave me a fairly sound education in sexual principles.
As I said, the boys and girls were pretty free in their behavior. The big kids in primary school had some kind of brothel going, but that was only for the sixth graders. However, even for us younger kids, there was plenty of action.
My first girl friend was named Donna. She was a skinny girl, very wild and fun-loving, and somehow more mature than the other ten-year-olds. Maybe that was because her mother liked to fuck around, I don't know. In any case, in the course of my first year at school, we became very close.
One day in the middle of summer we decided to go swimming together. Most of the other kids were at the fair, a small time set-up that traveled round the countryside. I'd seen the big fairs, so I wasn't interested. And she didn't have the money to go. My mother gave us a packed lunch, and we traipsed off into the woods.
It was a beautiful day, a bit too hot for comfort, perhaps, but ideal for swimming. She had her swim suit under her jeans and I had mine on too, so when we arrived at the spot there was no problem in changing. We dived in straight away, and I can still recall how good it felt to be leaping into the crystal clear waters that day.
Once we were cooled off, we began running up on the embankment and swinging on the rope, playing Tarzan. It was an old game among us kids. The radio serials were very big then, and not one kid ever swung on that rope without letting fly with Tarzan's yell. But I was feeling a little more adventurous on that day, probably because we were finally alone together.
"We should play Tarzan properly," I told her just as she was about to take off. "What do you mean?"
She really was very pretty, with flashing dark eyes and a mad bunch of curls on her head. The lessons I had learned from my mother's books came to mind, and I steered my course with great cunning.
"Well, they don't wear clothes in the jungle, you know."
"How could they not? Wouldn't the leaves scratch them?"
"No, they're as tough as nails. Old Tarzan wouldn't let a few leaves bother him."
"How do you know?"
"My mother told me and she knows everything."
Since that was a well-established fact in the community, Donna nodded gravely. "You want to play it that way?" she asked.
"Sure. You want to get the real thing, don't you?"
"Of course."
She released the rope and stripped her swim suit off. This was the first time I had seen a girl nude. At least, completely nude. Donna and I had fiddled around a few times in the bushes, playing doctor and stuff like that, but she would never take all of her clothes off.
And when I saw her, I got out of my swim suit quicker than a flash. Even though she had no tits or hair, she triggered something off in me that's still active today. Some say this "something" is archetypal, others say it's instinct. All I know is that the sight of a hairless little cunt makes me go hollow inside with lust.
"Now are we Tarzans for real?" she asked.
"We sure are." I took the rope just above where she was holding it and pressed close into her as we began to long swing into the water. Her silky, light brown skin touched mine and filled me with unintelligible longings. Since most of these longings centered around my cock, I figured this had to be sex.
We plunged into the water laughing and yelling our Tarzan cry, then swam back and did it all over again. Now that I was so close to that mysterious quantity of sex, I didn't quite know what to do. And Donna still thought we were playing!
This went on for some time. My urges turned into an obsession. I wanted to touch her all over, and to put my cock into her little cunt, just as I'd seen people do in my mother's books. I must add that these books were strictly to do with sex education. My mother never went in for anything racier than that.
"You know what Tarzan and Jane do after they're through swinging about?" I said as we emerged from the water for the umpteenth time.
"No, what?"
"They go back to their hut and then they play mothers and fathers."
"That's exciting!" she cried. "But we don't have a hut!"
"We'll have to find one."
I looked around at the trees surrounding us and soon saw a spot that would serve the purpose more than adequately. A few shrubs grew close to the trunk of a huge oak, with enough space underneath to be our hut. I led her over to it and spread our towels on the dirt underneath.
"Here, this is our jungle hut. Now you get inside and I'll follow you."
I watched avidly as she bent over and crawled in on her hands and knees. Her small ass attracted me more than anything right then, and I was strongly tempted to touch her. But I held back, knowing that if I played my cards right, I could get more than just a feel.
"Aren't we supposed to put our clothes on when we're home?" she asked, arranging the towels to sit down. "Don't they dress for dinner or anything?"
"Not in the jungle they don't. Besides, the clothes get in the way when they begin playing mothers and fathers."
"Oh-and how do they play that?"
"I'll show you. Now you must open your legs, that's the way, and then I sit in between them with my legs over yours, see? Then you take my thing in your hand and I take yours."
"Why would they want to do that?"
"You'll see. It's a lot of fun when you do it."
She nodded dubiously and took my hard little cock into her hand. The moment she grabbed hold of it it seemed to become twice as big as when I jerked off. And I reached for her chubby little cunt, so neatly parted in the middle.
I was way ahead of her, but somehow I knew that I wouldn't get much out of it unless she was enjoying herself too. So I explained to her how the game worked.
"You see, what you do is move your hand up and down along my dick, and I have to tickle your cunt. How does that feel?"
I pushed my finger between her thick labia and began to rub her with it. She looked puzzled at first, but after a few minutes she began to smile broadly.
"Hey, that feels really, really nice!" she said, and leaned back against the base of the tree so she could open herself up to me more. "Wow, imagine Tarzan and Jane doing that. I wonder why they do anything else!"
"Me too," I said. The sweat was breaking out on my forehead. Her hand wasn't doing much good with my cock, but my finger moving down the slit of her cunt was giving me plenty to get excited about. And then I found a hole at the lower end of her box. I recalled the illustrations vaguely, and realized that that was the hole the cock went into.
"How does this feel to you?" I asked, shoving my finger a little way into her hole. "Do you like it?"
"That's really good. Push it in further."
"Okay." My finger disappeared into the wet little cave behind her cunt lips. "How's that?"
"Oh, Paul!" she cried, her eyes dancing with joy. "That's just beautiful!"
Now that she was into it I gave her the finger with all of my might. I moved it in and out of her wet box, wondering where all that moisture was coming from. My cock was so hard I became worried that it might burst like an overcooked sausage. Her hand was skimming along it erratically, but I needed no more stimulation than what I was getting from her cunt.
While I fingered her, I studied her cunt carefully. It was such an odd object that I couldn't take my eyes off it. It sat between her thighs like a little flesh purse, and just above the top of her slit was a tiny depression. I took my finger out and parted her lips with two fingers to explore the inside, only to find two smaller lips there, and the tight hole I'd been fingering so avidly.
"Oh, Paul," she moaned, looking down at what I was doing through half-closed eyes. "Paul, suck it, suck it!"
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"I want you to suck it," she insisted.
"People don't do that!"
"Sure they do. I saw a man do it to my mummy only last night, and she looked like it was a lot of fun."
"Well, I don't know-"
"I bet Tarzan does it to Jane."
Touche. If it was good enough for Tarzan, it was certainly good enough for me. I bent over and licked it tentatively with my tongue. One taste did it. The moment my tongue tasted the nectar of her little cunt, I wanted more and more.
So I lay down between her legs and began to suck at her cunt hole, to be rewarded amply. It was plain delicious! And the feel of her smooth flesh in my mouth was more than a lad of my age had bargained for. My cock shot out a little bit of come, or perhaps it was something else, I couldn't be sure. All I knew was that it stayed hard and that I wanted to push it into that wet, soft hole more than anything in the world.
She was moaning softly and stroking my hair, more than content to stay in that one position. I figured it was time for us to explore a little further, so I got up and lay on top of her. That frightened her a bit, but she accepted the game on my terms.
At first I couldn't find the hole with my prick, and she had to guide it inside. Then it was quite a struggle to get it in, but we were both trying, and slowly it inched its way up that smooth, wet tunnel.
"Wow!" she said, trying to took and see what was going on. "Isn't that something Paul! You're inside me."
"Does it feel good."
"It feels funny."
I took that to mean that she liked it and I started to move back and forth, just as if I was masturbating in her cunt. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, saying that I shouldn't do it anymore, it was hurting. I kept right on going, and suddenly she screamed.
That frightened me so much that I jumped off her and looked to see what I had done. A little trickle of blood oozed out from between her lips, and we both went white as ghosts.
"Oh shit," I gasped, "you're bleeding!"
"Am I!" She looked down, and asked what we should do.
"Let's get back into the water and wash it off, then maybe it'll go away."
"All right."
It went away, but we didn't dare try anything else for the rest of that day. And later she avoided me, as though something in her had warned her that I was trouble. But for me it was a whole different story. I'd had a taste of flesh, and I wanted more badly.
For weeks I was masturbating like a fiend and wondering how I could find another girl with whom to play fathers and mothers. At last the solution presented itself.
A girl who often came to the farm for extra lessons turned up one day. My mother told her she was too busy with her vegetable patch to teach her, but gave her a handful of cookies and sent her off to play. Realizing that this was my chance, I followed the girl and caught up with her when we were out of sight of the house.
"Hi, Rita," I said, sauntering up to her side.
"Hi, Paul." She was munching on the cookies and strolling towards the swimming hole. I knew her fairly well. She was in the class before mine, a pretty blonde little thing and a real goody two-shoes. My urge was strong but I could see I'd have no chance unless I used my head.
"Come here for a minute, Rita," I said, walking into the bushes. "I have something to show you."
"What is it?"
I took my cock out of my jeans but kept it concealed from her behind the foliage. "Come look, you're going to get a big surprise!"
She hesitated for a moment, looking around to see if there was anyone watching, then walked over to me and asked what I had to show her. My cock was already hard at the prospect of seeing her without her dress on, and when I opened my hand and flashed it, she almost bolted.
"Don't go, Rita," I said, "or there's going to be real trouble." She stopped.
"You won't be getting any more cookies from my mother, that's for sure," I added.
That got to her. She came back and reluctantly looked at my cock. I was jerking off in front of her, explaining that one word from me, and my mother would make life hard for her. It was a rotten thing to do, but she accepted the fact that I could pull the strings in my household.
"Now take off your panties," I said.
"No, I won't."
"No more cookies."
She sighed and took off her panties, little frilly things of sheer pink material.
"Now take off your dress."
"Why? Your mother wouldn't stop giving me cookies, I know she wouldn't!"
"Just try disobeying me and see what happens."
She weighed the pros and cons of the situations, sighed again, and told me to undo the buttons at the back. I did so with trembling fingers. Her pure white skin showed through, and I was breathless until she stepped out of her dress.
I thought she was the prettiest thing on earth. Because her parents were so strict, she always made sure that she went swimming in the shade and never to get her beautiful skin burnt. Though she was only nine, my hands found the area around her nipples to be softer than the rest of her, and that excited me so much that I interrupted my caresses to take my clothes off before I went any further.
"Now what do you want me to do?" she asked crossly.
"Sit down, no, lie down," I said curtly, "and open your legs. I have to inspect you to see if you washed yourself properly."
"I washed myself, I always do!" But she lay down all the same and I squatted between her legs to check out her ivory little cunt. It was just as sweet and as delicate as Donna's, only it smelled of very good soap. As she said, she washed herself all the time.
I stuck my finger into her cunt and she cried out in pain. But I knew enough now not to take too much notice of her protests. Instead of withdrawing it as she demanded, I prodded about till she got a little wet-and that's when she stopped protesting.
When the time was right, I bent down over her cunt and sucked at it, once again finding intense pleasure in doing that. But my cock was impatient. I had figured out that, by not sticking it in too deep, she wouldn't start to bleed. It was an experiment that I was particularly anxious to perform.
She became worried when I lay on top of her, and complained about me being too heavy for her. My cock found the mark and moved into her wet cunt with ease this time. In accordance with my thoughts on the subject, my cock only went in half way before I began to jiggle it back and forth.
Rita said nothing. She had liked me kissing her between the legs, but she obviously considered this impolite. However, the idea of having her cookie rations cut off intimidated her enough to lie still while I had my fun.
My whole body was in a turmoil. I forgot all about my resolutions, and she naturally began to cry out that it was hurting. But I didn't care. This was one fuck I was going to finish, come hell or high water.
To be frank, it didn't last long. A minute, maybe two, and I felt a strange twinge in my cock, followed by a sudden lack of interest. I got off her and put my pants back on. She was furious.
"Don't you ever do this to me again!" she yelled, stamping her foot and picking up her dress. She made sure there was no dirt on it and put it back on. "If you do this again, I'm going to tell your mother on you, and I don't care what you say!"
She stormed off. I just shrugged and congratulated myself on having fucked a girl. But if I'd expected that one interlude to take care of my needs, I was sadly mistaken. On the same day I felt as horny as ever, if not hornier.
At least I had a system whereby to get what I wanted, and in the succeeding weeks I threatened a number of girls along the same lines. Oddly enough they all fell for it, but they were , all one shot deals. It wasn't till I was just eleven that I met Melissa.
Melissa was twelve, and rumor had it that she sometimes worked in the brothel operated by one of her classmates. I was ready to believe anything so long as it fed my feverish fantasies. And the day Melissa showed up at the farm for tuition in English, I was lying in wait for her.
"Hi, Melissa," I said, walking out of the bushes a few hundred yards from the farm house. "What's doing?"
"Nothing much, Paul, how is it with you?"
"All right. Listen, Melissa, I've got something to show you, how about coming into the bushes with me."
She looked at me, shook her head, and laughed. I felt kind of silly. After all, she was one of the big girls, so she probably knew all there was to know. Surprisingly enough she changed her mind and said, "Okay, you lecher. I'll come with you. But don't think you're fooling me for a second."
We found a place well away from the road and before I could begin my routine she had already taken off her shorts and her top. I could hardly breathe when I looked at her. She had tiny tits, barely big enough to warrant the name, but to me they were glorious. And the thinnest dark down covered the top of her cunt. In a way that shamed me a little since my cock was still absolutely bald. But that was no time for details.
I stripped off and she lay down in the grass, lazily eyeing my erection. When I moved towards her, she parted her smooth cunt lips as if to let my cock in-but that's when I surprised her. Instead of plunging straight in as her friends were apparently in the habit of doing, I got down on her.
She tasted bitter sweet, and her juices ran freely. The moment my tongue made contact with her cunt, she let out a long cry of pleasure, and made every effort to expose her cunt to my tongue. I'd had a lot of practice at that since Donna, and I gave her the licking of her life.
I lay down between her legs, making myself comfortable for the duration. Her cunt attracted me more than any I had seen. Though she was only twelve, she was somehow wiser than the others and more receptive.
Whatever my tongue did, she responded to, in varying degrees so as to let me know what she liked and what she liked better.
She pointed out the tiny hard knob at the top of her cunt and advised me to pay special attention to it. When my tongue chafed along that, her hips began to jerk in a staccato of passion. I was so intrigued with this that I kept on licking and sucking, and she went ape from it.
When she couldn't take any more she seized me by the armpits and dragged me up over her body. Her hand grappled with my cock till she had it securely lodged in her cunt, and her whole body was writhing under me like a sensual snake. That was the day I learned about sex.
There was no question about holding back. I shoved my cock up her all the way. Her hands grabbed hold of my ass and helped me to move it up and down. She was kissing me and murmuring sweet things into my ear and caressing me till I saw red with lust. I didn't last long that time either, but long enough to get a real taste of sex.
When I stopped, she kissed me gently. "Let's do that again, soon," she said in a throaty voice like the women in the movies had. "You're a terrific lay, Paul."
I was pleased as punch. She dressed and I walked her the rest of the way to my mother's house. Melissa was so cool. She acted as though nothing had happened. Me, I couldn't go near my mother. I felt sure my face had the word "fuck" written on it, and so I hung out in the woods till after Melissa had gone home.
We saw a lot of each other from then on. She was the girl who introduced me to the guys who ran the brothel, and she was the girl who more than anyone gave me a taste for spring chicken. Perhaps that's because no woman has done for me what little Melissa managed to do at the age of twelve.
Whatever it did to me in the long run, in the short run it made me very happy. We worked out an arrangement whereby we met in a special section of the woods at different times. Sometimes we went during the lunch break, at other times directly after school. On Sundays it was a little trickier because there were kids all through the woods. But if our parents were away visiting friends, then we would simply stay home and fuck in front of the television set.
I stopped blackmailing the other girls in dropping their pants unless Melissa wasn't available. She was the first in her class to have her periods, which put her out of action for days on end. That annoyed me because I didn't understand it. But I made the best of it nonetheless.
Twelve years old. That phrase has a magic ring to it for me. Any psychiatrist might offer an explanation for it, but I'm more inclined to put the onus on Melissa. Her sleek body, those tiny, cushiony tits, and her delicately formed little cunt, the way she moved and the way she made love, all stick out in my mind as being easily the best part of my boyhood.
I think about her often. When there's nothing to do but jerk off, she's the one who comes vividly into my imagination, and she never fails to arouse me as if for the first time.
CHAPTER TWO
All of us boys in the fifth grade wanted desperately to get to the sixth so that we could be cut in on the brothel. What we failed to realize was that the brothel would be moved to the high school when it was our turn, and we would always be a year behind it.
If it hadn't been for Melissa's recommendations, then, I might never have participated. I persuaded her to talk to Jack, the big kid who ran it, and he reluctantly consented to open the doors to me.
The brothel was situated in an abandoned barn some two miles from town. Along this road came the horniest boys in school, to pay their dollar and have their fun. I had heard so much about this place, and my mind was so readily given to feverish fantasies anyway, that I could hardly stop myself from running when Melissa walked me to it.
It was evening, with a clear sky and a bright moon to light our way. She had been there so often that she could have led me there blindfolded, though. The closer we came to the brothel, the more sure of herself she became, as if she was nearing her true element. She started to call me "kid," and to push me around a little. I was in no mood to be sensitive.
The barn looked as black and as dead as all the buildings around our farm at night. Only when we came through a small side door did I notice a sign of life. A small area had been partitioned off with canvas and rags. Behind it burned a small lamp, and the sounds of laughter and conversation wafted over to me.
Melissa closed the door very carefully and whistled. A head appeared from behind the partition and Jack asked who it was. She told him and I had arrived. There it was. The object of all of my feverish fantasies, the fabled brothel!
Now that I look back on it, it was easily the shoddiest affair imaginable. Two old mattresses had been placed side by side, covered by a rough cow blanket. A smoking oil lamp stood on a stool, and a few boys were sitting around smoking, while the four girls working that shift were lounging on an old couch someone had salvaged from the dump.
But then it was like walking into an exotic harem! The beds, the girls, those boys doing manly things, and the mysterious air that hung over the place, aroused me deeply. To think that I would have a choice of four girls! I couldn't get over how beautiful that system was. For a dollar I wouldn't have-to badger or wheedle or threaten, I could simply walk up and take one!
The big kids watched me silently as I walked along the line-up, checking the girls out. Of course I knew them all, and had admired them from afar. A year's difference in age seems like twenty when you're eleven, and I wouldn't have dared approach them under ordinary circumstances.
It was a hard choice until I noticed that one of the girls had more tit than the others. That clinched it for me. I looked around at Jack and pointed her out. He nodded his approval.
Melissa was sitting beside him and he was indifferently caressing her thigh.
The girl I had chosen was called Mary. She was rumored to be partly black, and I was ready to believe that. Tall for her age, with black eyes and straightened hair, light brown skin, and two little tits poking through her blouse, she was easily the best looking girl there.
When everything was set she took off her clothes and lay down on the mattress. At that point I became somewhat intimidated by the crowd watching me. The place was silent. I felt like an actor about to make his entrance, nervous as hell. But there was a great deal at stake for me here, so I boldly took off all my clothes and moved towards her.
"Hey, he's not badly built for a fifth-grader," I heard Jack say in a slightly ironic voice. "What do you say, Melissa?"
"He's good, Jack, awful good," she said.
That gave me the encouragement I needed. When you have fans rooting for you, it makes it all so much easier. Mary lay back with her legs together. Her cunt, I noticed, was a little darker than the rest of her, as though her pubic hair was just under the surface waiting to break out. And it was nice and plump, the lips of it squeezed out by the pressure of her thighs.
I decided to make a good showing while waiting for my erection to become perfect. Since Mary was obviously not as calm as she wanted me to think, I began by parting her legs and getting down on her. At first she was shocked and tried to pull away. A murmur ran through the place, but nothing could deter me. I licked the full length of her cunt, to find it dry and as yet tasteless.
I parted her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue down her dark valley, putting more pressure on her this time, and I kept on doing it, over and over, till a little moisture seeped out. That's when I got the taste of her, and that's when my cock straightened out into an erection that felt permanent.
My hands found her little tits and experienced a softness of flesh that I hadn't had before. I almost forgot about her cunt as my sensory nerves reached out to get all the feeling it could from those little cushions under her skin. I manipulated her nipples while my mouth put pressure on her clit, and whatever doubts she may have had disappeared.
The more I licked and squeezed, the more restless she became. Her hips began to undulate slowly, and her face contorted as if she was in pain. But the sounds coming from way down in her throat told me differently. She loved it and I loved it-and, what's more, the crowd loved it, too.
She was the smoothest girl I had ever made love with. Her skin was so fine and taut that it felt like talc stone. I wanted to kiss her all over but I had to be careful not to let the others know how carried away I was getting. There were certain rules to be observed among school kids, and one of them was that you had to be cool.
"Go on, fuck her!" I heard Jack's hoarse voice say. It cut through my reverie most cruelly, and for a moment even the existence of my erection was threatened. But I rallied bravely.
I slipped over the top of Mary and inserted my cock into her runny hole without using my hands or hers. This drew a gasp from the crowd, all of them by nature fumblers. Mary felt so good inside that I dispelled them from my mind, and concentrated just on the warm wet envelope surrounding my cock.
She was clinging to me tightly, giving out little, highly pitched moans. Her slender body was wracked with tremors and long shivers, and her face was screwed up like an old gym shoe with the inner tensions she was experiencing. I let her have all my cock had to give and more.
At the time it was a new idea to me. I found that by thrusting from a higher angle, I could rub her clitoris while I was fucking. My own inventiveness startled me, and my invention startled Mary. Together we plowed on in this fashion, both of us headed for the status of living legends in our town.
Her legs were spread out as wide as they would go, and my cock barely touched the sides of her cunt, since my hands were on her buttocks and pulling them apart, too. Only the sensation of the teasing, brushing, warm flesh regaling my cock with its best, stayed with me, and drove me into a reverie during which I just fucked and fucked.
Mary's cries alarmed me a little, but she was slinging to me so tightly that I couldn't do anything else but go ahead. A second reverie took over, this time forcing me to fuck harder and harder while my mind went into abeyance. This, I recognized, was the final run.
Mary was sobbing and laughing at the same time when my sperm squirted up her cunt. Her nails raked a bloody trail down my back and her kisses blinded me with their randomness. There was silence in the place. When I looked up, they were all staring at us as if we had just dropped through the roof in our nude condition.
"Did he hurt you, Mary?" Jack said weightily. "Because if he did I'll punch him out right now.
"Hurt me?" she laughed. "Oh no-no, he didn't hurt me Jack, far from it." She kissed me again and lay back with her eyes closed to enjoy what was left of it.
The other girls were staring at her in undisguised envy. They knew a lot more than the boys, who were still torn between admiration for my skill, and an earnest desire to defend their girl against a foreign attack.
In the end, when Mary staggered to her feet, her face one big smile, they had to accept that I was an extraordinary lover, and from that point on they were more than anxious to be my friends.
Of course I was given a free run of the brothel. If Jack hadn't made the offer, I do believe the girls would have gone on strike. Every now and then I would saunter in, pick a girl, and introduce her to my way of loving. Of course this had repercussions. When they knew what an orgasm was, they didn't want to do without one, and the other customers got their asses kicked if they couldn't give them one, as well as the dollar to which they were rightfully entitled.
In different circumstances, and in different areas of expertise, I would have been stomped on by local louts such as Jack. But he who has the women on his side, has all the power. He was literally forced into a friendship with one, an uneasy relationship at best, but he was well aware what was at stake.
My time in high school was probably the best time in my life. With the sexual problem squared away, I went on to play football with the number one team (the only team the school boasted), and my mother found me more receptive to her and that beclouded my faculties. Most teenagers are so obsessed with sex that it's impossible for them to think of one thing-even when they're fucking!
Mary and Melissa remained my closest girl friends for the rest of my time in that town. Every day saw them a little more beautiful, a little more womanly. Such things like periods had to be taken into account, followed by condoms and diaphragms and foam, or putting it up the girl's ass instead. By the end of high school I felt as though I'd had enough of sex. Instead of being good, pure fun, it had turned into a drag with risks around every corner!
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Those first years in high school were glorious. There were late night trysts along the river bank, sexual feasts behind the toilets at school, and, in winter when it was far too cold to expose any part of one's body to the elements, a boy or a girl would invite some friends over to a house vacated temporarily by parents.
I reminisce about these days often. Dozens of movingly small tits, nude or downy little cunts, slender thighs and hard round buttocks parade past my mind's eye. I recall the innocent bliss we shared in each other's arms, the small infatuations, the long evenings lying before open fires with only a ticking clock to accompany our lovemaking.
And so much more-but take this experience for the contrast it has to offer. This happened to me soon after I left my home town and moved in at a big city college. Right away, the city taught me a lesson, a brutal come down from my expectations.
After a few weeks at college, the old urges came back to me with a vengeance. I had to fuck and I had to fuck soon. There were plenty of girls about but they always seemed too preoccupied and hurried. No sooner did I stop to chat one up than they were gone over the horizon, carrying their books and mumbling to themselves.
It took me about a week to score! By that time I was so horny that I would have willingly fucked a knot hole. Jane wasn't far from one. I guessed her to be somewhat older than me, she was kind of plain, and her hair was mousy-but she had a cunt and tits, and that's what I needed.
And Jane seemed to like me. She was more than willing to sneak up to my room with me, and once the door was locked she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me fiercely. There was a smell of cigarettes on her breath, and the taste of lipstick. But my cock was so hard that I overlooked that.
Her breasts were her main feature. They were big and white with dark pink nipples, and sagged slightly under their own weight. It took me no time at all to take her blouse off and unsnap her bra. She showed off her tits with a gleam of pride in her eyes.
We hadn't even reached the bed! So I went right ahead and undid her skirt. Her hands were caressing my cock, and then she undid my trousers. In no time at all we were both naked. I looked down at the thick thatch of hair covering her cunt with an impersonal lust, and worked my finger through it to get into her slit. She was dripping wet!
"Oh Paul!" she whispered hoarsely. "Come on and fuck me. Fuck me right now!"
There was so much more that I wanted to do that I ignored her. I pushed her back onto the bed so that she fell and her legs went right up into the air. like an eagle, I swooped down on her cunt, burying my face into her wet thatch.
But when I was there, I could hardly wait to get away. Jane showed every sign of enjoying my move, but there was little fun in it for me. Somehow it wasn't the same-all that hair, the acrid smell of her juices, and the way they matted her tangle gave me no pleasure at all. I pushed on for a while till her cunt was wide open, perfunctorily tickled her clit and shoved my tongue up her running hole, then got up and shoved my cock into her.
Her tits gave me a degree of pleasure, though. While I fucked her, my hands surrounded her full globes of flesh and mauled them savagely. Jane was groaning and writhing, coming all over the place-and all I could think of was letting fly with my load!
My heart wasn't in it. She was off and running, and it wouldn't have mattered if I had been King Kong or a dildo! While she went through her paces, I got the feeling that I was bouncing around on top of her like so much incidental matter. I couldn't take it. My erection became wobbly and uncertain.
In a last ditch stand, I squeezed the cheeks of her ass hard together to give my cock more friction inside her loose cunt, and in that manner managed to bring myself undone. It took about three minutes from beginning to end, and my orgasm left me feeling empty and dissatisfied.
Jane didn't seem to notice. The moment I drew my cock out of her cunt, she rolled me over and took it into her mouth. I wanted to protest. I was tired, I wanted to sleep-and I wanted her to get the hell out of my room! But I didn't want to be impolite.
She was having a grand time. Despite myself, my cock came up again, as if to annoy me, and she immediately climbed on top of it, to let her soggy cunt slither right over it till she was down to my pubic bone. I was trapped! The best I could do was to lay there with my arms folded under my head, my eyes closed, to let my thoughts drift back to the times Melissa and Mary and I had had.
That kept me going. While Jane, was huffing and puffing on top of me, my mind shifted back in time to recapture those two exquisite, slender bodies. Mary's milky brown skin, her small quivering tits, and Melissa's downy little cunt as it fitted around my cock, images like that kept me going.
How I longed for them at that moment. I wanted to crawl back in time, never to leave those beautiful days in high school. Playing Tarzan, playing house, and teaching young girls what ecstasy potential they had in their bodies-that's what I wanted to get back to.
What could I do for Jane? Nothing. She was fully developed and needed only a cock to get off. Besides, I didn't like the look of her flesh. There were tiny blue veins running through the flesh of her mottled thighs, and her tits had stretch marks on them from diets of the past. I didn't like her hoarse cries, and the way she had of seizing me.
But I made it through the second fuck without embarrassing incidents. Jane was glowing when I blew again. She kept pounding down on me till my cock was sore enough to drop off, and even then she wanted more from me!
I watched with mounting disgust as she groveled about in my pubic region. What was this slut all about? Was there anything else in her mind except cock and how to get at it? I doubted it. There was no question of intimacy, conversation, or even feeling. She was hungry for cock and she was taking out all of her needs on me. To be fair, that's the same reason I picked her up for, to get into her pants.
But at least I had finished in good time. Jane kept on going, sucking at my limp, greasy cock as though she enjoyed the taste of her own juices. I could just imagine what it tasted like. But something prevented me from snarling at her and throwing her out. Towards the end, I just switched off to her. What the hell, if she needed it so much, let her use me!
So I lay back, and dozed off while she made a pig of herself on my cock. It hardened slowly, and even made it into a full erection.
There was no way I was going to fuck her again, though, and she seemed to understand that.
She lay with her head over my cock and both hands at her thickly-haired cunt. Her fingers were busily working her clitoris over, and she was sucking as if she wanted to siphon off my vital juices by sheer force. That was sort of nice. I watched her as if from a long distance away, seeing her masturbating herself into a frenzy. It was like watching a stag movie, and a cheap one at that.
When she came again, she concentrated all of her energies on sucking me off, and I came. I was glad for her. She looked so pleased with the sperm dripping out from between her half open lips that I wished I'd had more to pass on to her. But then, when the slump set in, I wanted nothing as much as to get rid of her.
"Listen, Jane," I said in a business-like tone of voice, "I have a lot of studying to catch up with, so if you don't mind we'll call it quits."
"Let me stay with you the night," she pleaded. "You don't know how long it's been since I had a virile lover like you!"
"I can guess. Come on, let's go, I have to get into it, or I'll never do it."
She reluctantly put her clothes back on and I guided her back out of the accommodation block. I never saw her again after that, though she made several concerted attempts to reach me in the subsequent weeks.
I don't know what would have become of me during the long years in college if it hadn't been for Lisa. It was just plain luck that brought us together, at a time when I was despairing about my sexual future. My experience with Jane had warned me off women of her type-and that happened to include most of the women in college!
But Lisa was different. She looked about twelve years old, though she was just two months younger than me. And she wore her hair in pig tails, dressed in frilly clothes, and had a high-pitched little voice that caressed all of my senses. We just naturally meshed, drawn together by mutual needs.
Lisa and I stuck together throughout college. Sometimes we strayed a little, but we always found the outside world too cold to contemplate. With a little assistance from our parents, we managed to set up a small apartment where we spent most of our time when we were not in class.
Together we devised a lot of games, ways and means of keeping our sex life vital. She shaved off her pubic hair early in the game, and later subjected herself to a lengthy spell of electrolysis. And I maintained a small wardrobe of boyish clothes, in which to dress up during our lovemaking.
The reason for her getting so involved in this kind of an affair was quite simple. Her parents had always babied her, and kept her sheltered from the world. When she finally ventured out into it, she ran into one rude shock after another. She couldn't stand the way men pawed her and clawed her. All she wanted was gentleness and kindness. She wanted sex, but it had to be play-sex or she would balk.
Our meeting was, therefore, nothing short of miraculous. The only drawback was that, by the time she turned twenty-three, her emotional problems were beginning to overwhelm her. She saw quite clearly that she couldn't go on being twelve all her life. Though there was no hint of any sign of aging, one day the wrinkles would come, the skin would wither, her eyes would dull, and her pig tails would turn gray-and what then? Be another Baby Jane?
She used to talk about that prospect a lot towards the end of our affair. At one point I asked her to marry me, so that we could age gracefully together. But she burst out into tears at the very idea of me making such a sacrifice. "No, youll hate me, Paul! You'll be disgusted by me! You will always need a young girl, and men can get away with that. But we women, we can't make time stand still!
We don't grow more distinguished or mature, we just get old and baggy!".
Those were scenes that wouldn't be resolved, and I learned to suffer them in silence. Nevertheless, it was with a sigh of relief that I parted ways with her. She was transferred to an Oregon school and I went up to New England. We promised to write and never to lose touch, but when I left her, I was far from sure that that would be possible.
Much as I hated to admit it, deep down there was a nagging suspicion that Lisa was right. What I loved about sex was the innocent pleasure involved, the pure and unmitigated joy of two bodies meeting in a mutually urgent act of passion. And how could such a state be reached if either or both parties were too withered and worn to even have the nerve to pretend otherwise?
It was a problem I had to face. In the meantime I was busy shifting all the stuff that had accumulated in our college apartment over into my station wagon, and from there to my new apartment. It was a lovely drive. I was looking forward to beginning my career, its challenges and experiences-and indeed, these kept me fully occupied for the first year or so.
Years slipped by. With all the responsibilities inherent in teaching, I found enough motivation to push my "peculiarity" into the background. I even got married to a slender, young looking girl named Elaine, and we had a happy two years of marriage before we both lapsed into indifference.
But just after my thirtieth birthday, the Department of Education gave me a break, be it unwittingly. They transferred me to a nearby school, near enough so I wouldn't have to move, far enough away to put me into a whole new social stratum.
This school was the Joanna Wilks School for Ladies, state funded now that the founder had passed away and the bills had put the school into penury. Yet it retained much of its snob appeal. Somehow, through bureaucratic machinations that I could only guess at, they chose the best teachers, extorted money from the girls' parents, and maintained their reputation as a must for every girl with social aspirations.
I was to teach the girls in the junior years, aged from twelve to fourteen. At the very mention of the magic number "twelve" something snapped deep inside me. Far from forgetting my past dalliances, they had been playing on my mind all the more intensely during the barren years of marriage. And now the Department was putting me right where I wanted to be-surrounded by nude little cunts and budding breasts, the innocents who still regarded sex as a mystery that only a man of my years could be conversant with.
The weeks prior to my taking up the new assignment were fraught with suspense and misgivings. I was well aware that a slip could cost me my career and all of the esteem I had built up over seven years of teaching. But my libido made short work of all such objections. The very thought of the Wilks school made my cock rise sharply.
My wife kept on teaching at the old school where we had met. I believe that she was quite content with this switch. Due to my neglect, she was probably rabid for a length of cock on the side, and this would give her the opportunity to get hold of it.
I was pleased for her, too. Despite our physical apathy, I continued to like her as a person. Had I been more liberal in my outlook, or if I had felt more free with her, I might have suggested she find another avenue of getting her sex. This move solved all of our problems, or so I thought.
CHAPTER THREE
In the course of my teaching career, I had taken pains to look after my body. Too many of my colleagues went to seed, and this was to be expected in such a sedentary job. They sat down all day, lay down all night, padding grew on their seats, and the good food bulged their bellies out.
But I didn't want to go that way. If I was to score at all with younger girls, I figured I would have to keep in shape. So I stuck with my exercises, sports, and walked to class whenever I had the time.
As a result I was as trim and muscular as I had been at the height of my football career in high school. The summer in that New England town had been a hot one, and I was tanned a deep bronze. And this, precisely because most of the other teachers were so seedy, impressed my classes deeply.
Also, it earned me the position of gym teacher, along with my normal duties as history teacher. I didn't object at all. The exercise would do me good, and I could already see the straining teenage bodies in then-brief costumes obeying my every command!
The first day in class turned out to be a history lesson. There were some thirty girls in the room, about twelve or thirteen years old. All of them were from good homes, with the signs of money and breeding all over them. Long blonde tresses, pretty faces, slender, nubile bodies, dressed in expensive clothes chosen by doting parents, smelling sweet and looking innocent-but underneath the innocent looks were the beginnings of real women, as I was to find out later.
I walked into class wearing a trim sports shirt and light slacks, with the springy tread of a man who's happy in his work. A sigh went through the room when the girls caught sight of me, and there were audible whispers commenting about my blonde hair, my blue eyes, and the muscles in my arms. I grinned to myself, but assumed a stern front for the sake of discipline.
Before beginning the lesson, I marked the roll, and made a special attempt at memorizing their names. Only a few stuck out in my mind on that first day, and high among them was the name of Jessica Cribbins, or Jessy as she preferred to be known.
Jessy was a true beauty. Tall for her age, with long legs and no tits at all, she looked like the kind of girl who's either going to marry rich or become involved in a highly lucrative modeling career. Her hair hung down to the small of her back, a deep chestnut brown, and her blue eyes were in startling contrast. Her complexion was a refined pale, setting off her delightfully red lips.
She took a shine to me, too. While my back was turned, she managed to change places with a girl so she could sit right up front. I registered the move, but didn't comment on it. Her eyes followed me round the room, unsettling me a little. They were so big and full of wonder, but not without a calculating glint, either.
I conducted the lesson quite professionally.
With so much teaching experience behind me, I could do it standing on my head. So, while I taught, I checked them out one by one. Apart from one or two less fortunate girls, they were all delectable! Had I been in a different position, I would have locked the room up and ordered them all to undress.
Well, at least it was a nice fantasy. While the girls were bent over their books, I let it develop for a while, until the mental image of all those supple young bodies made my mouth water too much, and I had to take an abrubt hold of myself.
When the class was over Jessica was the last to leave the room. She threw me a suggestive glance, then disappeared through the door. My cock stood bolt upright, trying to drag me after her, but I valiantly clung to my chair and waited for the next group to come in.
All the morning my senses were flooded with young girls. The way they talked, their perfumes and smells, their laughter, and the tiny glimpses of thighs and undies my roving eyes caught. It was then that I realized what a perilous situation I had gotten myself into.
What if they were all little virgins, and what if they were adamant about it? I would surely die of thwarted lust. There was no way I could withstand this barrage of stimuli without at least one outlet.
Jessica surely represented the best bet of all. I made up my mind during the second period to concentrate all of my efforts on her. Perhaps appearances were deceptive, but the way she had twitched her firm little bottom on leaving the class left few doubts in my mind that she was the best prospect I had seen so far. Besides, she was so damn beautiful that a girl like her could keep me out of trouble for a long time.
In the afternoon I had the same class again for gym. This was the moment I had been waiting for. The gym was a large separate building, some distance from the other buildings. It comprised a large hall with a rubber floor, basket ball fittings, bars and a bounty of equipment, most of which was foreign to me. At the back of the hall were the change rooms and the showers for the girls.
Before the class arrived, I explored the building thoroughly. Surely there had been other teachers before me beset by similar impulses! Whoever it was, he had been a tricky character. It took me some time to discover a tiny hole in the wall, one that had been drilled, and then plugged with a piece of wood of matching color.
No sooner had I found it then the girls came streaming into the gym. I could hardly wait to make use of my peep hole but for the time being I would have to concentrate on putting them through their paces. However, I was afforded a small opportunity when they all moved inside the change room and took off their dresses to get into shorts and singlets and gym shoes.
When the door closed behind them, I moved to the spot and withdrew the plug. The hole had been drilled so as to make the far end wider than the end I was pressing my eye against. This gave me a panoramic view of the inside, and what I saw made my cock strain against my trousers till it resembled a teepee.
The girls were in a good mood, laughing and talking, and removing their clothes. The only ones I could see where the ones closest to the showers, because that's where the drilling had been directed at. Most of them, though, were hidden from view-but I would make up for that after class, when all those darling little bodies would be regaled with showers.
I had put on my special gym apparel, which consisted of tight blue trousers, an athletic singlet, and blue and white gym shoes. It fit very well, and the girls noticed it, too. Did I imagine it, or were some of them pointing at the bulge in the lap of my trousers? I decided my mind was becoming too feverish and so I began to class with a brisk series of exercises.
The girls looked succulent in their little costumes. The shorts fitted snugly around their crotches, and the tops were clearly marked with their pointy nipples. Looking back over that initiation scene, I still wonder how I came through.
And I didn't make it any easier for myself by ordering them to lie on their backs with their legs in the air to simulate pedaling. While they were straining through this exercise, I walked through their midst, checking for posture and cheating, and also taking notice of their clearly outlined cunts.
When the shorts were just a little loose or a little baggy, this position showed them off to their best advantage. I caught numerous glimpses of the beginnings of their nude cunt lips, a sight that made me so dizzy that I had to turn away for a spell. If they noticed my straying eyes, they gave no indication of it, because they kept on pedaling in the air as vigorously as they could, and showing themselves off.
Jessica's shorts gave me the nicest view of them all. Hers were loose enough so that when she put her legs into the air, the material fell back and gave me an ample look at her shaded cunt. Though I could see only one lip at the time, I was able to complete the picture in my mind. After all, in my youth I had seen enough of those delicate little boxes to last a normal person a lifetime. Apparently I wasn't normal, because I couldn't get enough!
Finally they were too tired to continue, so I got them back up on their feet and ordered them to bend down and touch their toes without bending their knees. I walked through them some more, checking out the rear views. Jessica was bending down as far as she could whenever I was near, and her shorts stretched so tightly across her ass that I could make out the impression of her cunt as clearly as though the material had been sprayed on.
I must have lingered too long because one of the girls remarked that I was playing favorites already. She just whispered it in her neighbor, but I caught it.
More exercises, running them around the gym so I could see their incipient breasts quivering and their little buttocks rolling under the material. Push-ups, exercises on the bar, and at long last I gave them a breather. They collapsed on the floor and just lay their trying to catch their breath. In those positions, the gym looked like the aftermath of an orgy. How fondly I wished that it could be.
For an hour I put them through their paces at a relentless clip. When it was over, they just headed right for the showers, and I headed right for the peep hole. This time I got to see almost everyone of them, especially Jessica. By luck or by dint of secret knowledge, she had chosen the section in front of the hole, and she was showering with such abandon that I seriously began to suspect the hole had been drilled by the girls themselves!
Whoever had done it, I. thank him or her for it. Watching Jessica under the shower had me pulling my cock out of my pants and masturbating without any regard for unexpected visitors. As luck would have it, there were none.
She was just as beautiful as I had expected her to be. Two breasts the size of upturned saucers, topped high with two light pink nipples. A chubby little cunt split in two by her thick slit, with little or no hair to conceal the delicious organ from my prying eyes. And skin that glowed with health and sensuality. When she turned around I was treated to her small, round buttocks, and then she bent down to pick up her soap.
At this point my masturbating grew so fierce that I could hardly keep my eye to the hole. Her ass opened up to me, and for a few thrilling moments I was treated to the sight of her tight ass-hole, pink and soft looking, indenting her valley just above the place where her lips parted slightly to reveal her cunt hole. That did it. My sperm flew up against the wall, and yet I kept right on jerking off, waiting for more.
I was in a terrible state. The sight of her breasts got my cock started right back up again. like a fiend, I jerked on my cock, inducing it to even greater efforts. In my mind I already had her in my bed, lying there with her legs wide apart and her big blue eyes gazing into mine with a mixture of awe and fear, waiting for my big cock to penetrate that little hole to which I had just been treated.
She was soaping herself all over, standing just outside the shower's stream. The lather and the water combined to give her whole body another dimension of sensuality, and when she started to wash her cunt, I empathized so heavily that I could almost feel the texture of her skin down there.
I knew what it would be like, yet that knowledge only served to stimulate me even further. My muscles were aching from the strain of holding the one position and beating off at the same time. But not even a team of wild horses could have pulled me away from that hole in the wall.
She was like a little goddess, perfectly formed, made to be loved. Even the other girls stole surreptitious glimpses at her during their shower. I couldn't blame them. Jessica, on the other hand, had eyes for no one. The right of the beautiful people not to see anything but themselves, I guessed.
The other girls tantalized me a lot, too, and I let my eye wander over them as they leaped in and out of the showers, laughing and crying out when the cascade of water hit them. They were so beautiful, so innocent, gamboling about under the water. Lucky for them and even luckier for me that my second emission blurted against the wall, or my common sense might have collapsed, and I would have stormed into the shower room like a battalion of rapists!
That second shot, though, took the wind out of my sails. I moved back from the wall, replaced the plug, and zipped my pants back up, struggling to get my still erect cock inside my under pants. With a rag I managed to wipe most of the dripping cream off the wall, and when I had dumped it into the garbage there was only a lingering, faint scent of wet germ to tell on me.
Some minutes later the girls emerged fresh and clean, once more in their ordinary clothes. I led them back to their class room, and that was it for me that day. I didn't have to be back till ten the next morning for a history lesson. Much as I wanted to stay for a little extra-curricular instruction, I had no option but to get into my car and drive home.
Elaine was still at school. I jumped into the shower and left the hot water off, just to dispel the echoes of what I had seen. The more I thought about it, the less tenable my position at the school seemed to me. For a while I found myself toying with the idea of resigning and taking up a post at a boys' school-but the truth had to be faced: I was hooked. There was no way this experience could be nipped in the bud, nor could I bear to turn my back on it. Something had to give, or my mind would.
The cold shower didn't help at all. When I came out of it all my nerves and fibers had been aroused into a riot of desire. I had to do something about it, and there was only one course of action open to me.
I maintained a small stock of photographic magazines in the spare room, and that's where I headed. Still nude, and shivering a little, I uncovered my library, and began to leaf through the well thumbed magazines.
There they all were, my faithful companions in times of need. Little girls in the nude, bending over, spreading their cunt lips, and fondling their tiny tits, all of them smiling broadly at the camera. I knew them all so well that I'd given them names. It was by no means thrilling, not compared to the shower scene, but it was all I had.
I sat down on a nearby chair and laid the magazines out on the floor, open at the favorite pages. As I jerked off, I let my eyes wander over each one of them, relishing their purity and their suppleness, those nude cunts, the firm hard flesh of the very young.
It was a sad moment for me in one way, and yet-as though there was a premonition at work, I knew something would come of it. But what? That was the question. I beat my meat with my strength. Sweat beaded my brow, and my mind was in a turmoil. Was Jessica as hot as she made out? And did the girls know more about life than a casual observer could guess? I hoped so, I desperately hoped so.
Halfway through jerking off I heard the front door open and shut. I hurriedly put the magazines away and ran into the toilet, so as to emerge with a towel around my waist when my wife came in. It was a ruse I had prepared in cases of emergency. The only problem came in dealing with my insistent erection.
"Hi darling," she called out, leafing through the mail on the mantle piece. "I'm home!"
"How was your day?" I asked, coming into the room with a feeble attempt at hiding my erection.
"So so. My goodness, what's that you have under your towel?"
A sparkle came into Elaine's eyes, one that I hadn't seen for some time. But then, we hadn't screwed for months. Since she had caught me, I decided to make the best of it. I dropped my towel, gave out a kind of fanfare, and revealed my throbbing cock to her.
"Well, well," she said, with a tinge of irony in her voice. "After all this time-but let's not waste such a lovely erection, darling, just hold on to it till I get my clothes off."
At that moment I was so horny that I would have fucked a pig's ass-and Elaine was a long way from that! As I watched her take her clothes off, I wondered why my interest in her was so mild. She was very good looking, with auburn hair, green eyes, a pretty, young face, and big tits. Her nipples were pink, in accord with her sheer white skin. She never sun baked because she burned so easily, like all red-haired people. Her waist was slender and her hips round and full, with a thatch of red hair forming a triangle between her thighs.
And just for that moment, I suddenly desired her more than anyone in the world. I came towards her just as she stepped out of her panties, and took her into my arms, kissing her fiercely. She responded, and her hand came down on my cock to fondle it and my balls till I was as hard as a steel rod.
My fingers wormed their way into the moist slit of her cunt and eased up her hole to stimulate her all the more. I didn't have to, she could be ready in an instant when the occasions warranted it. This was one of them.
Without any further ado, we moved over to the living room couch and got into position. She was on her back, with one leg slung over the back, the other resting on the floor. I got in between them to lodge my cock firmly up her dripping wet cunt after I had parted her hairy cunt lips sufficiently to prevent her hairs from chafing against my cock skin.
She noticed that gesture and it must have reminded her of the interminable battles we'd had over her not wanting to get her hair shaved off. I had begged her, pleaded with her, to put herself in the care of an electrolysis place or a barber, anything to get rid of that bush of pubic hair-but she wouldn't hear of it. She told me she was a woman and she was proud of it. Whenever I parted her lips, she thought it was some kind of criticism of her hairiness, and it made her stiffen.
But not for long. The moment my cock rushed up into her tunnel, she forgot all about the past. Only the present existed. Really, I had to admit that she was the finest fuck I'd had among women. She loved sex, and whenever I did something nice for her, she showed her appreciation at once. When we did make love, it was always terrific-and if only I could get rid of my taste for girls, we would have a great marriage.
My thoughts ran counter to our fucking and I felt my erection begin to fade. I knew the solution to that-how often had I resorted to it? I closed my eyes and buried my face into her smooth, long neck, to imagine that she was not Elaine, but Melissa or Mary-or Jessica.
That brought my cock right back up. It seemed to expand impossibly inside her and her groans acknowledged this. She was bucking and writhing, and I was plowing into her, with the image of nude Jessica vivid in my mind. Yes, it was Jessica! This body underneath mine was that slender girl's, those tits weren't big at all, they were just cushiony little saucers with high nipples!
I began to fuck like a bull in a spring pasture, ramming my cock right into her slurping cunt, enjoying the hell out of it. My hands moved down under her ass and squeezed her large, soft buttocks, still pretending they were the girls. And then I let one of my fingers slip up her tight ass-hole, just as I had wanted to do to Jessica when she bent down to pick up the soap.
Perhaps Elaine was aware of my fantasizing. She knew more about me than I dared to admit to myself. In any case, she was happy to be getting laid, and so she kept right on fucking me back.
My cock was plunging into a soft, wet void and my pubic bone bashed into hers, stimulating her clitoris mightily. She was biting and scratching me, displaying her sexual temper as though she was a wild cat. We were both having a ball, but I was still fucking a different person.
Oh, to have Jessica scratch and bite me that way! I couldn't imagine anything more erotic than that. My mind clung firmly to her image, just to keep the blood in my cock, and to keep my sexual pitch rising sharply.
Elaine came with a shuddering moan. Her body was trembling and shivering, and her face was contorted. What would Jessica do in response to such a brutal fucking? The same, only more intensely. I could hear her childish cries in my mind, high and sharp like that of a wounded bird.
That was the last straw. My balls contracted, my body contorted, and I let fly with what was left of my sperm. It gushed into Elaine's cunt and splashed up against her cunt walls, to cascade down and drip out along my cock.
A sense of hollowness came over me. Now that the fuck was over, I had been deposited right back into reality once more, and I didn't like it one bit.
"Did you enjoy it?" Elaine asked, her voice timid now, her hope obvious.
"It was great," I said, "just great," and rolled off her to get back on my feet. I wiped her oils off my cock and handed her the towel. "We must do this more often."
"I wish you would. You know I'm always ready."
"Yes, I know. But there's a lot going on in my mind these days and somehow it seems to interfere with my sexual apparatus."
"How come you were so hard before?"
"I don't know, it must have been a mood that hit me suddenly."
"You can't think of any other reason?"
"No, not really."
I couldn't look at her. The suspicion that she knew the truth nagged at me, and everything in me wanted to break down and tell her what the real trouble was. But I couldn't do it. It would hurt her too much, and the last thing I wanted was for her to leave me. That may sound strange, until you realize that we'd been living together for over six years. People grow to depend on each other in the course of time. And even when their sex lives aren't enviable, they become close, like relatives.
"Well, I hope you get more moods like that. Oh, Paul, I do miss the fun we used to have. Remember those days? We used to screw all the time, and you were so magnificent. But now-"
' "I know, I know. You have to believe me, Elaine, I'm doing my best to change things for the better."
"All right, honey, let's drop the subject."
I got dressed and she went into the kitchen to start dinner. If ever a man felt like a heel, it was me at that moment. There I was, saying one thing, while intent on doing the opposite. Even when I had fucked her, it had been with my mind on another woman. How could I keep on doing this to her?
I switched the TV on and watched it grimly. There had to be some way out of this. Could I stop dreaming about girls? No. Did I want to part with Elaine? Certainly not. So what could I do?
The answer wouldn't come to me. I tried watching an idiot situation comedy to get my mind off the subject, but it just kept on grinding round and round, without reaching any conclusions at all. Maybe if I did tell Elaine she would understand and help me through my problems.
I didn't have the nerve to try it. Instead a brand new idea dawned on my brain as if from nowhere. There was only one way to deal with my predilections. If I couldn't get around them, I would have to go right through them.
Though it was hardly a solution, it did make me feel relieved. Of course, I thought, that's it!
All I have to do is satisfy my appetite for young girls, and then Elaine and I would be able to settle down to a good life together.
Since that was the best I could do, I decided on that course of action. I would fuck as many of the girls at the Wilks school as I could get a hold of. And when it was all over, Elaine and I would talk it all over like reasonable adults, kiss, make up, and fuck our way into the happiness zone.
Now I was able to relax. We got on famously that evening because my conscience was clear for the first time in years. I was not deceiving her! No sir, I was doing my best to salvage our marriage!
CHAPTER FOUR
"You realize, of course, that being a teacher at Wilks involves more than just teaching," said the principal.
"I had expected as much," I said, wondering what she was talking about.
"There are certain duties which all the teachers divide among each other," she said, lighting a cigarette and offering me one. I shook my head and kept on listening.
She had called me in that morning for a little chat. Mrs. Barnes liked to be one person-to-person footing with her teachers, she had told me, and this is why she had wanted to meet me in person. Thus I was seated in an uncomfortable chair at the wrong side of a magnificent mahogany desk, looking up at the well preserved, fortyish woman with the steel gray hair pulled back into a tight bun.
In some ways she was like a living parody of the old school marm. She dressed with a kind of rigid conservatism, buttoned up from head to foot. The only skin that showed was her hands, neck and face. She wore steel-rimmed glasses, and looked anything but neighborly. Yet, despite these efforts to make herself look rotten, she was very pretty. Her nose was small and upturned, her lips surprisingly, full and sensual, and when she got up to open a window I noted her excellent figure.
Full hips, a full bust, and a slender waist, with her stockinged legs showing a lot of style beneath that fearful facade. I wondered what kind. of a past she had to be taking refuge underneath this matronly trappings, but moreover I wondered what my duties involved.
"We'll be requiring you to stay the night at the school," she continued, ashing her cigarette with a measured flick. "A special room has been set aside for the duty teachers near the dormitories, and you'll be required to supervise them."
"How do you mean?" I asked, hope springing up within me.
"What I mean is: the girls will not go to sleep right away if left to their own devices. When there is a teacher present, he can quell any disturbances, and thus maintain peace and order."
"And when am I to take on this responsibility," I said, trying to conceal my excitement.
"Tonight, if that does not inconvenience you."
"That will be fine," I nodded.
"I know this must be hard on your wife, but she being a teacher herself, I am sure she will understand the need for supervision."
"I'm sure she will."
She dismissed me crisply and I walked out of the office as though this new duty depressed me. But as soon as the door fell shut behind me, I jumped up into the air and clicked my heels together. This was the big chance! And maybe later I could talk the other teachers into letting me do their duty for them!
I hurried back to my class. Jessica and the others were already in the room gossiping and laughing shrilly as girls will. When they saw me, they became quiet, and I started the lesson without any problems.
In the course of the morning I made it a special point to tell them that I would be on dormitory patrol later. "I'm telling you this just to let you know there's to be no fooling around tonight. You kids make me tired during the day, so I'm going to be needing my beauty rest."
They giggled. My eyes met Jessica's briefly, and that glance told me volumes. I could have sworn she winked, but perhaps she had just blinked. In any case, she was not smiling like the other girls. Her look was dead serious, her eyes searching mine for a message. I hoped she had received it.
During lunch I called Elaine and told her the news. She was less than enthusiastic.
"You mean you're going to be in the same building as the girls?" she asked.
"Of course, baby, that's what it means to supervise the kids."
"Hmmmmm." She said nothing for a while, but when she spoke up again, she was forcing a light-hearted tone. "Well, just watch out for them. You don't know little girls like I do."
"I'll be careful," I quipped. "In fact, I have a baseball bat at the ready, in case they become too restive."
"Hold on to it."
With that cryptic remark the conversation was terminated. Once again I found myself wondering how much she. knew about me. Of course it was possible that she had stumbled onto my magazines, in which case the truth would be rather evident to her. But would she have any grounds for suspicion without them? Perhaps women are more intuitive than men. Then again, perhaps it's all a myth.
Thinking along those lines, I sat back down at the table in the staff room and began to eat my lunch. I was so absorbed that I didn't notice the pretty young teacher who came and sat beside me.
"Talking to your wife?" she inquired sweetly.
"Oh, hello Margaret." I blinked to reorientate myself, and smiled pleasantly. "Yes, I Was a matter-of-fact. I'm going to be on dormitory patrol tonight, so I thought I should tell my wife about it."
"You copped that? Well, you're going to find out about life in the DMZ then."
"It can't be that bad."
"You'll see. I've done it a few times and those well bred little girls are monsters underneath their finery. But now that you're doing it, I wouldn't mind going on myself tonight."
She winked at me and stirred her coffee with too much vigor so that some of it spilled. I looked her over more carefully and decided that I wouldn't have any objections either, if it wasn't for the fact that I wanted to cut Jessica out of the herd.
This was Margaret's first year, and she was slightly crushed by the experience. That's what she told me in the course of the lunch hour. Since I was such a veteran, she said, couldn't I give her some advice?
"How long have you been at this school?"
"About six months. It's been really tough for me, though. I guess girls just naturally pick on the female teachers, it's their nature."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "My first year was rough too, but the second one was so easy that I could hardly believe it. And from there on it becomes quite boring."
"Maybe I'd better enjoy these hard times, then," she laughed, "if the rest is going to be as tedious as you say."
"In all fairness, I have to say that boredom can be contended with, whereas an unruly class is a little harder to deal with. I mean, when you're bored, you make up things in your head that keep you going. That's the key to success in education."
"And what do you do to distract yourself?"
I knew this was a loaded question. She was young and pretty, and the other male teachers at the school were all over the hill. In such a small town, largely populated by old people, kids, and other teachers, there wasn't much variety for her. But despite her prettiness, and the spray of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and her firm, small breasts, I didn't want to get side-tracked even more than I already had been.
"I play mental chess," I said gravely.
"You disappoint me," she said frankly. "A man like you seems more geared to action. But if you do it, then you do it, right?"
"Right." From there the conversation took an entirely different turn, and we left the staff room as good friends. In a way she reminded me of Lisa, that same childish figure, the upright walk with her shoulders thrown back to emphasize what little tit she had. I also noticed her ass, a most endearing feature. It was firm and hard, protruding pertly from the deep arch of her back. The way it came out at the world was like an open invitation to enter. But I fought back the impulse, and went to my next class.
It was torture waiting for the evening to roll on. After classes I marked homework assignments till dinner time, and ate with those of the faculty who lived within the confines of the school. This was the elite of the school, the principal, the assistant principal, an elderly woman near retirement age, and an elderly administrator.
While I found Mrs. Barnes' conversation stimulating, the other two women were downright bores. All they managed to bring to the conversation were occasional complaints about their arthritis. Mrs. Barnes, on the other hand, took the opportunity to talk with me about history, a subject we both had a passion for. In that manner, the dinner passed quickly, and then it was time for me to take up my position.
I had never been to the dormitories, and so Mrs. Barnes offered to show me around. I followed her through the study rooms where most of the girls were busily doing their homework, through the facilities and the dormitories, familiarizing myself with the lay out of the place. Then we reached the special room, which ran off the corridor along which the main dormitories were situated.
"This will be your home away from home for the night," said Mrs. Barnes. She had thawed out a lot since our little talk in the morning, and even smiled now and then. When she did, she became an extremely attractive woman. Had she not been some twenty or thirty years out of my age-range, I might well have been pleased by the subsequent events.
"It's very comfortable," I said, looking around the small room. It had been outfitted with a TV, a book shelf containing a fairly commendable array of books, magazines, and texts. There was a radio, a big, comfortable bed, and a washbasin, along which a kettle, coffee, ingredients, and cups had been set up neatly.
"There's a lock on the door, on the inside so the girls can't lock you in, and you can be sure no one will enter while you're changing clothes." She closed the door to demonstrate the lock, but when she had locked it, she made no move to open it again. "I see," I said, pretending to study the workings of the lock. "That's very handy to know."
"You're a very handsome man, Paul," she said suddenly. Her voice had taken on a throaty quality, and when I turned to face her I noticed she had taken off her glasses and was smiling at me in a way most unbecoming a principal.
"And you're a very attractive woman, Mrs. Barnes," I replied for want of anything better to say.
"Thank you. You know, I'm sure this is a shock to you, but you appeal to me very strongly. At my age a woman doesn't bother with coquetry or good manners. In other words, Paul, I want you to fuck me."
"Oh-" I hesitated.
"I see," she said briskly, putting her glasses back on and making to leave the room. "I'm sorry, Paul, I see I don't appeal to you."
"It's not that." I took her into my arms and took her glasses off. "No, you appeal to me a great deal. It's just that I have-well, I may as well make a clean breast of it, Mrs. Barnes, but sexually I'm not the greatest."
"Is that all?" She laughed in relief and pushed me back onto the bed. "Paul, you silly darling, I don't expect miracles any more. Young girls may want to be fucked into the ground, but basic human contact is more than enough for me."
So saying, she undid my trousers and took my flaccid cock out. She closed her lips about it and began to remove her clothes hurriedly, as if she wanted to make every second count. I lay back, wondering why I hadn't left well enough alone. But then I saw quite clearly that this would put me in an excellent position at the school.
After all, once Mrs. Barnes had laid me a few times, I'd have a free run of the girls. What could she do if one of them complained to her? Tell her that we had fucked too? Not likely. So I relaxed and let her take my cock deeper into her mouth, while my eyes remained closed and my mind conjured up Jessica.
It worked. How could it fail? That tender, ethereal body jumped before my mind's eye, and my cock rose as if in a reflex. Mrs. Barnes moaned with pleasure. Looking down, I noticed that she was naked, and that she was really in great shape for a woman her age.
I propped my head up on a pillow and watched more attentively. Though I had expected the sight of her naked body to be horrendous, it was really rather pleasing. Her breasts were white, with dark pink nipples setting them off, like small jewels. Firm, dangling a little as she bent over my cock, they seemed eminently touchable.
And so, in spite of myself, I reached out and took a handful of them. Jessica's small, hart tits were still foremost on my mind, but these would do until I could get my hands on them. They were soft and yielding, and when I closed my eyes again they became a sensual sensation that I was more than able to enjoy.
Mrs. Barnes was working on my cock with a great deal of zeal. Her lips mauled my knob and her hands fondled my balls, giving me the benefit of her expertise in a most delightful manner. Yet there was more at work here than Mrs. Barnes. Just the fact that I was getting sucked off by her in the middle of hundreds of young, tender girls was enough to make my head spin.
She sucked and sucked, and then started to take my trousers off. I didn't object in the least. My horniness had risen to a point where anything went. In fact, I propped myself up and took off my coat and shirt. Naked now, and putty in her hands, I reclined once more and let her continue her good works.
I could hear her having a ball. Her soft moans and little grunts reached my ears like delicate music. She was licking my cock, then my balls, and then went a little lower to regale my ass-hole with a deft ream job before going back up as far as my navel. And she liked to bury her face in my groin, to suck at the base of my cock.
Finally, when her moans had turned into growls, she rose up before me and gave me a good look at the rest of her body. I couldn't get over how good-looking she was! Smooth, fluent skin and figure, almost childish now that she was so naked and exposed, and no longer behind her defenses. Even her normally stern face had thawed into a girlish, somewhat timid expression. But there was a great deal of determination there, too.
She got on the bed and squatted with her cunt over the swollen, wet knob of my cock. I held my breath, hoping against hope that I wouldn't falter. It almost happened when she lowered her box over my cock, and the slurping sound of her wetness filled the room. But I immediately turned my thoughts back to Jessica, and the lead came back into my pencil.
Mrs. Barnes was having a great time. She was red in the face and sweating, laboring on top of me, and bouncing from one climax to the next. My hands held her tits, partly because I liked the feel, partly because I didn't like the way they swung when she moved. I noticed that her pubic hair was shot with gray, with a lingering touch of brown, and that it was quite sparse. I could clearly make out her cunt lips, still firm and well-defined, which consoled me to my lot.
I waited till she had reached her major climax, then released my burning load into her cunt. She let out a low moan, and sank down over me, to kiss me wetly all over my face. That was the part I truly hated, but with great forbearance, I let her have her way. Now that she had cast the die, I would be able to take it a lot further.
She was through. Getting up and resuming the trappings of her station in life, she tried to also address me like a headmistress once more, but failed. Instead, she asked me to get dressed and to see her out of the building. I complied, glad to be rid of her. When she was go ne, I went back with a deep sense of relief. In retrospect, I could only admire my own fortitude in withstanding this geriatric onslaught.
And yet, a subtle change had taken place in me, a change of which I became aware only much later, when Margaret and I experimented a little. For the time being, however, I was too intent on checking the girls out to let it get to me.
The girls were still bent over their books. Only a few of them were already in the dormitories, and Jessica wasn't among them. I couldn't find her at first, and kept looking around till I saw her coming out of the showers. She was dressed in a loose terry cloth robe, with a towel wrapped around her head, heading straight for her dormitory. I noted which one she slept in, then greeted her.
When she saw me she whirled around to fast that her robe slipped open and I was treated to a mind-boggling glimpse of her nakedness. At first she just let it hang loose, but then she gave me a peculiar look, smiled, and closed it firmly. I had seen enough! That chubby little cleft cunt had stood out as though my eyes had turned into zoom lenses, and I knew every detail of it.
"Oh, hello, sir," she said with a polite nod. "How do you like our dormitories."
"Fine, I guess."
"Come in, and I'll show you where I sleep."
Was that a hint or an innocent girl showing off for the teacher she had a crush on? I didn't care either way. I stood at the entrance and watched as she moved towards her bed, several beds away from the first one. When she reached it, she pointed to it, but I was too absorbed in the movements of the now-tightly belted robe. I wasn't sure I was seeing what I was seeing, but I certainly imagined the motion of her firm flesh beneath it.
"See? This is my little area."
"What? Oh, yes, I see. Well, I'd better be getting along with my rounds. If you have any problems during the night, you'll know where to find me."
"Thank you, sir."
If she had been looking for a hint in return, I figured I had certainly given her one. My cock throbbed as I relived the brief experience, and I hoped fervently that she would have a nightmare horrible enough to drive her into my arms.
There was still an hour or so before the lights had to be extinguished. A strange urge had me in its grip. By rights I should have returned to my room to do a little reading or something. But I couldn't break away from the atmosphere of the dormitories. There was always the chance someone else might dart out of the shower room while I was watching.
So I wandered through the corridors, looking at the young girls chatting or doing their homework. My heart went out to them. They were so young and unaware of what was in store for them. All of them were like puppy-women, growing daily into their given form, like shoots.
They behaved like women sometimes, but it was still only make-believe. When they talked there was a touch of gawkiness to their poise. And when they talked, they could be very grown-up one moment before their girlishness broke through in immoderate laughter and squeals.
One day, when I had a lot of money, I would build myself a harem filled with such girls, I told myself. They would be at my disposal, to do my bidding, to be at my beck and call! The dream continued itself in my mind as I walked through the block, until it became an absurd fantasy comprised of oiled, naked juvenile darting all about me and forming a human blanket for my slumbers.
"Sir! Please, sir!" I heard someone cry. I swiveled around and saw a girl standing at the door of the shower room. Her hair was wet, and she held a towel loosely wrapped around her slender body. "Please, sir, one of the girls slipped and fell in the showers. Would you take a look at her-she looks as though she's hurt herself badly!"
"Coming!" I said, and rushed towards her. I was evenly divided into concern and concupiscence. This was the big chance I'd been hoping for.
Inside the shower room it looked much like the one in the gym. A large stall with about a dozen shower heads over it, and a wooden bench littered with towels and robes and soap. Some six girls were inside gathered around a prostrate form. In the heat of the moment they forgot that they were naked and that I was a man. It was almost impossible for me to concentrate on the injured girl.
I knelt down and looked her over, but one eye strayed around those full little cunts so close to me. This was an inhuman test of strength for me. I wanted to grab them and maul them and eat them all out. The smell of soap and water hung about them. They were all so clean and edible!
"Let me see," I said, fighting to keep the quaver out of my voice. Young bellies, flat and hard, a touch of down here and there, slender thighs and budding breasts made my head spin. Finally I got my eyes into focus and found that the girl on the floor had merely bumped her head.
"Come on, girls," I said authoritatively, "give her some air now. Don't all crowd around."
The girl on the floor moaned and tried to sit up, but sank back again holding her head. She was a delicious little morsel who I knew from one of my classes. Her name was Irma, and I had occasionally wondered what she would look like naked. Now I knew.
"Is she all right, sir?"
"Yes, shell be fine. Go on about your business, if you don't mind. You're not doing any good standing around here."
One by one the girls picked up their gear and drifted out of the shower room. Only the girl who had called me in and Irma were left behind. I dismissed her, too, and watched with faint regret as she walked out. The way her towel had been wrapped about her exposed young, tender buttocks, and I couldn't take my eyes off them till she was out of the door.
Irma seemed barely conscious. "I'd better check for broken bones," I said, in case she was listening. Then my hands moved quickly and professionally over her body, getting a feel here and a feel there. My hands had become sensory nerves, and every touch was like a tiny orgasm for me. She was smooth as silk, soft and firm, and her breasts felt as though small cushions of flesh had been placed beneath her skin. I couldn't resist just brushing over her cunt, just briefly opening it to check the inside. The pink valley of love became like a powerful magnet for my cock, which strained at my trousers like a mad dog at its leash.
Then I took hold of myself and picked her up. As I adjusted her in my arms, her cunt came so close to my mouth that I risked a quick kiss, but after that I decided I'd had enough dangerous living for a while.
I carried her to her dormitory, guided by the girls who'd come out to see. One of them fetched Irma's towel and soap. I put her down on her bed, my eyes gazing at her with barely concealed lust. If only it was possible to slip into bed with her!
Irma shook her head and moaned again, but she was a lot better already. Her friends sat down close beside her, some of them in nighties, others in bathrobes, a heady, tantalizing array of flesh, especially with the negligence with which they wore these casual garments.
"She'll be all right. She may get a lump on her head out of this, but I wouldn't worry about it for the rest. Only if she feels sick in the morning, take her to the doctor. There could be a mild case of concussion from this accident."
"Thank you, sir," they chorused, giving me ambiguous looks. Had they seen me in the showers? Well, what if they had? There was nothing concrete about my behavior, nothing they could pin on me. And if they had seen it, at least they'd know I was interested in their bodies as well as their minds.
I sighed and left the dormitory. This time I went straight back to my room. My system wouldn't be able to endure another such voyeuristic pleasure. My cock was throbbing painfully, and I was sorely tempted to jerk off in my room. But there was Jessica to be considered, and so I held back.
If she did come through, I would need every bit of my virility. Because if ever I managed to lay my hands on her, I wouldn't be able to stop till every last bit of my lust for her had been satisfied.
CHAPTER FIVE
When it was time I went from room to room switching off the lights. The girls wished me a good night, and in the back of my mind I wished myself one, too. The whole place grew silent. Some of the girls were already asleep by the time the lights went out. Would Jessica be?
At the end of my tour, I retreated to my room, switched the television on, and made myself some coffee. I left the door ajar in case someone wanted to visit me. I sipped my coffee and watched an old movie with less than intense concentration. The tiniest sound alerted me, and my adrenalin flowed right through my body. But each sound was followed by disappointment.
Now and then someone tripped through the corridor to go to the bathroom or to get a drink of water. At one point I had to go to one room to caution the girls to be quiet. But that was all. Was Jessica waiting for me? If she was, it would be a long wait. There was no way I'd go into one of those dormitories without a valid reason. The night has a thousand eyes in a girls' school, that much I knew.
The first hour went by. I had another coffee, and skipped through the channels to find something interesting. There was only a slow talk show, and I dozed off in the middle of it. When I came to, it was almost one in the morning. With a shrug, I resigned myself, undressed and got under the blankets.
I felt like a fool. What made me think Jessica would be interested in fucking with me? She probably saw me as just another adult, one worth having a crush one, but nothing physical. Just schoolgirl dreams and maybe a finger in one's cunt late at night to imagine how it would be. For the rest, she was no doubt satisfied to wait for her moment, when a young lawyer would sweep her off her feet.
Once again I nodded off, headed for the big sleep. It was dark in my room with only the TV flicking. I liked to go to sleep with the TV on when I was alone. It was company of sorts.
Suddenly I woke up with a start. There was something going on in my bed. I couldn't wake up fully for a while, and confusion reigned as I tried to see what was happening in the blue light of the TV. Someone was in my bed. And that someone was playing with my cock!
A surge of excitement ran from my toes straight up into my brain. Who could it be? As if I didn't know. Two slender legs were visible under the bedclothes, and a hunched form was just taking my cock into her mouth. I threw the covers back, and there was Jessica, working my cock over with surprising skill.
For a while I just lay there and watched her. Her angelic face had a weird glow in the television light, and her blonde hair brushed over my thighs as she bobbed her head up and down with my cock firmly gripped between her lips.
I reached out and stroked her silky tresses slowly. For a few minutes I let her have her way, but then the urge to caress her became too strong in me. I seized her under the armpits and pulled her up over me, to stroke her back and the small of her back, lingering just where her rounded buns began. Her soft lips pressed against mine and we kissed fiercely.
"Do you mind my being here?" she murmured, kissing my ears and cheeks. "I'll go if you want me to."
"Stay," I whispered, hugging her tightly. Her flesh pushed into mine, and I could almost sense her firm nipples. Suddenly I had to explore her all over. I laid her down on her back and rose to rest on my knees. In the blue light I could make out every feature of her body.
The glimpse I'd had of her earlier had told me everything, and now I had to confirm it. My hands caressed her small breasts and manipulated her hard nipples till she was sighing deeply with pleasure. All the while, my eyes were on her firm young cunt, its slit so clearly adumbrated.
Without taking my hands off her tits, I bent down and licked her cunt. Her legs parted slowly, opening till all of her cunt was exposed to my hungry eyes. Then my tongue pushed down harder and opened her labia up till it was deep inside.
She tasted a little of soap, a tang of piss, and later, when her juices were flowing, the bittersweet taste of her womanliness came through to my rioting taste buds. I forgot all about her tits and got right down between her legs to separate her cunt lips with my fingers and lick up and down her cunt.
She enjoyed that as much as I did. Her legs went up into the air and wrapped themselves around my head so that I was trapped between them. I pushed my face down into her cunt and ate her out in the grand style. My tongue worked its way up her tight cunt hole, licked about her clitoris, and scooped up her nectar as it oozed out.
My teeth nibbled at her clitoris till she was in a state of complete ecstasy. I stayed right with it, chafing her clit till her hips were jerking up and down quite violently, and she was moaning for me to fuck her.
But I had all night! My hands explored her long, smooth limbs and cupped her melon-like buttocks, to squeeze them hard. I caressed her face, her tits, her bellybutton, her knees, every part of her was a treasure of sensations. Her body undulated snakily, feeding me more of her cunt whenever my mouth came close to it, arching her back to let me dabble my tongue down to her ass-hole, so neatly situated between those round buttocks.
It took me a long time to get enough of her, and by that time my cock was pleading for some kind of relief. She offered to suck me again, but I knew what I wanted to do. Holding her legs wide open with both hands, I eased down over her and let my cock find its own way into her body.
She was tight, almost too tight. If I hadn't worked her up she would never have been able to accommodate me. She clenched her teeth when I shoved my knob past the barriers of her cunt, and whimpered while my cock nudged deeper and deeper into her tunnel. The elastic sheath enveloping my cock felt so good that I had to stop and take a breather halfway up her, for fear that I would blow too soon!
When I was back to normal, I pulled back a little way, gathered more of her juices around my cock, then thrust it home. She let out a sharp cry, and I looked quickly over to the door to see if she had closed it. Jessica apparently was the kind of girl who thought of everything. It was not only closed, it was locked, too.
Thus reassured, I pulled my cock out till only the tip of my knob was resting into her hole, then plunged it down again. And this time I didn't take any breaks. I bent over her like a bull, and began to fuck her in all seriousness. And Jessica, biting and clawing at me, loved every mad thrust I delivered!
It was a fuck that will live with me for the rest of my life. The two of us just soared all over the place, fucking and kissing and whispering wild words into the other's ears, while my cock moved in and out of her wet, tight cunt like a piston on a job. I was so erect that I felt it more than possible to fuck for twenty-four hours straight, and since that was the case, I put everything I had into it.
Jessica gave as good as she got. Her small hands roved over my back, scratching, squeezing, caressing, moving down as far as my ass where she dug her fingers into my flexing flesh and gave me that grain of pain that acts like salt on a good dinner. She went so far as to work her fingers between my cheeks and to ream me gently with one finger, all the while keeping time with my pounding fuck.
It was beautiful, just beautiful. Her cunt fitted my cock so snugly it was as though she had been tailor-made for me. It was certainly a lot tighter than Mrs. Barnes' sloppy one, though that had been fun in its own right. I could almost see her inner flesh, pink, shining with moisture, gliding along the taut skin of my cock and regaling it with the finest of sensations one body has to offer another.
I pulled my cock out abruptly, and turned her over so she was lying on her belly. Then, with both hands on her tits, and her ass poking up into the air, I drove my cock into her flesh once more, right up to the hilt, and continued fucking her.
This time her buttocks were pushing against my belly, and that was such a fine feeling that I had to take another breather. From behind, it looked like a full heart, with her cunt hole at the tip of it. I took my hands off her tits and began to massage her back, my eyes fixed on her ass and the little hole above the one my cock was distending.
Jessica had her face buried into the pillows, emitting muffled cries of pleasure. Her body trembled when I caressed her, and every time I touched her in a different place, I could feel the response right away. This was sex, I thought. The real thing! Her pleasure became my pleasure, and vice versa, till we were plugged into the other's body like a continuous circuit.
I continued fucking her. She had climaxed so often that neither of us could keep count. It was an occasion, the kind of sexual occasion that turns up by sheer accident. All the factors were working for us. My cock was in prime shape, our bodies were fully attuned to each other, the night was quiet and balmy, and we were in a titillatingly perilous position to boot.
But then a faint click in the depths of my balls signalled that an orgasm was on the way up. Jessica must have felt me begin to fuck more tightly, because she suddenly stopped me and said in a quavering voice, "Don't shoot in me, Paul. Let me take it in the mouth. I have my periods, you know. They started coming a few months ago."
"All right," I said, wondering how such a sweet little girl had managed to gain so much knowledge about sex. I was not unhappy with the alternative, though. Jessica sat up with her back leaning against the headboard and held out her hands to receive my cock.
I was so close to blowing that it took only the slightest touch of her lips around the knob to bring me undone. A gusher of sperm broke loose from my overstrained cock and filled her mouth completely. She gagged, swallowed, and swallowed again, bravely trying to cop the entire load, but some of it dribbled out from between her Bps just the same.
While my sperm blurted down her throat, my body was racked with paroxysms of passion, and I pushed my cock further and further down into her mouth. Her hands pushed my belly back till she'd taken a deep breath, and then she went right back to work, sucking at my still-throbbing cock with all of her might.
She stayed in that position for a long time. I was resting with my hands up against the wall, letting her take her pleasure. I still couldn't get over the fact that this little girl had been driven to my bed. What had prompted her? I was soon to find out.
"I'm so glad this happened," she said softly as she nestled into me when we were both relaxing afterwards. "I wanted you from the day I saw you."
"This isn't your first time, is it?"
"No, not really," she smiled. "My uncle taught me a lot before I started at this school."
"Is that why your parents sent you to a boarding school?"
"Yes, they thought it would keep me out of trouble. I tried to tell them I knew all about trouble, but they thought they were acting for the best. I don't mind it here, though, except that I like sex and there are so few men around to give it to me."
"It strikes me that you're quite precocious."
"Precocious?"
"Yes, you know, advanced for your age."
"Oh, is that what it means? I'm not that unusual, Paul, I'm really not. You ought to hear what some of the girls here have done. They make me look like a rank amateur."
I pricked my ears up and asked what she meant.
"Well, take Irma, for instance. She used to fuck the teacher who was here before you, and she-likes girls, too. I don't know about her past or anything, but I do know that she puts it out more than any of us."
"Irma, the girl who was hurt in the shower?"
"Oh, she wasn't hurt!" Jessica laughed as though I was too naive for words. "She set the whole thing up, and all the other girls were in on it. They all wanted you to check out the merchandise, that's all."
"Well, I'll be!" I said, laughing. "That just goes to show how you can underestimate people, doesn't it?"
"I heard the whole story afterwards," Jessica continued. "She told us how you had touched her all over, and all sorts of things. You'd better watch out for her, Paul. She's out to get you."
"What can I do?"
"Oh, I see, you don't care whom you screw, is that it?"
"Listen, don't get jealous. As far as I'm concerned, you're the prettiest girl in the whole school. But I like girls, there's no two-ways about that."
"By the way," she said, changing the subject, "how did you like me under the shower?"
"In the gym, you mean?"
"You know that's what I mean."
"You girls," I said, shaking my head. "You're really a bunch of vixens!"
"As long as you enjoyed it, what else matters?"
"That's true. By the way, what do you know about Mrs. Barnes?"
"Everything," she said simply.
"Isn't that a rather presumptuous claim to make?"
"I know, for example, that she laid you earlier in the evening."
"How could you know that?"
"Because there's a spy hole in this wall, too. What do you think? Hell, it makes me angry sometimes when I think how little credit people give kids. I mean, we have all the desires of grown-ups, you know. We're people, too."
"All right, I take your point. What else do you know about her?"
"She has a couple of girl friends, and she screws all the new teachers when she gets the chance. By the way, how did you like her?"
"I was thinking about you the whole time she was on top of me," replied truthfully.
"Yes, I'll bet. Don't forget I was watching, and you looked like you were having a great time."
"You don't believe me!" I exclaimed, rolling over on top of her and shoving my finger up her still-creaming cunt. "Is that what you're saying, my girl? Well then, I'm going to prove it to you. Did you see me screw her for the second time."
"No, I didn't."
"But you're about to be, so don't complain."
Her arms wrapped themselves around me while I fingered her little cunt with two digits at the time. She was back in the mood in a flash, and I began to kiss her tits and suck at her nipples to get her right back to where we started. My cock was inflating at quite a pace, rubbing along the soft skin of her legs to make it into another permanent high-rise.
There was nothing more to be talked about. The two of us were in the mood for love, both of us lusting for the other's body with equal strength. When I got back down on her cunt and sucked my own sperm out of her tight hole, she shifted around till she had my cock deep into her mouth, and in that embrace we went to work.
When the last of my sperm was gone and her juices were flowing amply, I drank her in like a thirsting man. The freshness, the suppleness, the liveliness of her body came through to me as if this was our first time together. My head was still somewhat at sea from the revelations she had made. Irma staging that little show for my benefit, and the other girls displaying their nude cunts to my eyes, knowing all the time what a sucker I was for their bodies. My future looked bright, and my new optimism found expression in lovemaking.
My tongue ran the full length of her cunt and end up at her ass-hole, where it began to lick the tiny perimeter of her contracted muscles. They were soft to the touch, but reluctant to part. After a little more reaming, however, the sphincters loosened up and I was able to push the furled tip of my tongue into her hot, musky center without any more trouble.
In the meantime, she was doing a splendid job on my cock. She pushed her mouth right down over it, her lips pursed tightly around my throbbing flesh, getting halfway along it before it bumped into her throat and she had to withdraw hastily. But she kept doing it and driving me crazy with pleasure in the course of it.
Together we ate each other up, establishing two poles of ecstasy in the other's body that sent wild impulses out, only to clash in the center. Shock waves ran through us, wild tremors that set off vibrations that in turn triggered off a great desire to do more for the other.
Her hands were fondling my balls and one finger snuck up my ass-hole before I was aware of it. Once it was up there, up to her knuckles, she crooked the top joint of her finger and tickled me in a most exquisite zone of my body. I was squirming, fighting to keep up with her cunt. Silently, I gave thanks to her uncle for teaching her so well.
The barrage of stimuli to which she was subjecting me grew too powerful to permit me to go my own way. At the end I could only rest my face on her thighs and my fingers fiddled with her clit while I gave way to her gentle sucking and caressing. It was too beautiful to be true, but I didn't dare pinch myself in case it did turn out to be a dream.
She worked me up to the point where I had to fuck. Had she left me at that moment, I would have run wild in the dormitories and fucked the first girl in sight. But she had no intentions of leaving. When I withdrew my cock from her mouth, she spread her legs open wide and held her arms out for me to come inside.
Pushing my cock back into her wet cunt proved much easier this time. I gave it a little extra whip, and it lodged deep within her cunt. Then I covered her body with mine, rubbing my chest against her little tits and began to fuck her slowly, gently, letting my cock move right in and right out again at the speed at which she would feel every quiver, every motion.
Ever so slowly, I aroused her to screaming pitch. She couldn't quite get over her climax, but hung at the very brink of it for a while. I just kept on stroking my cock in and out of her, taking it nice and slow till the time was right. And when it was, I took it right out and shoved it in with such force that she whizzed past her climax, smack into another one.
Then, I began to slam it into her with a vengeance. She was ripe and ready. Bouncing from one orgasm to the next, she clung to me like a drowning girl to a raft. Her small cries and squeals filled my mind and body with the finest ecstasy. I couldn't stop. Ramming it in, ramming it out, grinding my bone into her clit, I fucked her through all the dimensions of sex and then I fucked her back again.
Eventually she begged for mercy. She was gasping like a fish out of water. Each time she came close to taking a breath, I shoved it up her again, expelling the air from her lungs. I took pity on her and slowed down for a moment while she recovered.
Rutting nice and easy, our bodies adapting to each other anew, we climbed one peak after another. I had to fight to keep from blowing. She aroused me so sharply with everything she did that it was quite a battle. But I knew this would be the last whack I'd get at her for the night, and so I made the best of it.
She was moaning and whimpering, her arms lying helplessly by her side. I was fucking her, but she couldn't respond any longer. That's when I decided to get it over with. If I kept it up, she'd be so worn out that she'd be falling asleep in class, and I didn't want the world to know about our affair.
Two or three strokes did it for me. My body contracted for the big finale. I fucked a little harder, and then the remains of my sperm splashed up her cunt. That was it! Suddenly I felt as though my spine had been whipped out of my body. Limp and in a lather, I collapsed on top of her.
Eons went by. We were breathing like locomotives, our sweat mingling and our flesh fusing. But eventually I forced myself to roll off her and to send her to bed. She went, albeit reluctantly, and I made myself another cup of coffee to steady my nerves.
Perhaps I can score with Irma next, I thought, before I fell asleep. And perhaps those exhibitionists in the shower would come across, too. In that case I had the perfect opportunity to get over my kink. This thought produced a series of wild dreams that made my sleep more effortful than a marathon fuck, and
I woke up feeling wrung out and dumped on.
Hazily, I checked the clock and found that it was almost nine o'clock! I shot out of bed, splashed some water into my face, dressed, and hurried to the classroom just in time to begin the lesson. Right from the moment I entered the room, I knew that the girls knew. It was written on their faces, and in the way they whispered and nudged.
As a matter of practicality, I ignored all such intimations, and launched the lesson as vigorously as ever. Though my body and my mind were in no shape for it, I bludgeoned my way through the first class, then the second, struggled along to lunch time, and had a quick nap in the staff room.
Not nearly as refreshed as I would have liked to have been, I changed into my gym clothes. Checking my watch, I found I had ten minutes before the students were due to arrive and, as I felt sticky and uncomfortable, I decided this was the time to take a quick shower.
It was dead quiet in the shower room. I stripped my clothes off and hopped under the nearest one, to release a veritable cascade of cold water over my head. For a moment I was frozen to the spot, but then it awoke every nerve in my body, and my blood changed from a stagnant pool into a raging current.
Quick as I could, I soaped myself down, rinsed, and grabbed a towel to dry myself down. But I wasn't quick enough. Halfway through the process, the door burst open and the whole class poured into the shower room. When they saw me, they all came to a dead stop and stared. I didn't know what to do. There I was, with one foot up on the bench, the other on the floor, drying my ankles, my cock dangling in full view of their avid eyes, and I couldn't think fast enough to cover myself.
Some thirty seconds passed without anyone budging. Suddenly I recovered myself and said, "Get out of here! And stay out till I'm through, do you hear me! Go on, git!"
They started giggling and moving back out of the door. When it closed, I heard an outburst of laughter and excited talk. When I had recovered from the initial shock, a consoling thought occurred to me: advertising pays.
I dressed, combed my hair and walked out of the shower room, to tell them to hurry up and get ready. They were still in fits, but they held their hands to their mouths and avoided looking me in the eye as they thronged through the door. I shook my head and wondered what the upshot of this incident would be.
For the rest it was a normal class. I noticed Irma was in this group, and that she was eyeing me with special attention. In the back of my mind I hoped she'd been impressed. But then I wondered how anything could come of it, at least until the next time I was lucky enough to pull dormitory patrol.
That was a depressing thought. What would become of Jessica until that time? And what would become of my gluttony therapy? There had to be another way of dealing with this situation, but if there was one, it wasn't obvious to me. If only they didn't move in bunches, or if only one of them wanted private tuition, that would solve all the problems.
However, I felt hot, and that gave me a certain amount of confidence in fate. Something would happen, something nice. And I also felt it wouldn't be long in coming. Irma seemed like a very determined young lady. If I couldn't work it out, she would be able to.
Right then, she was in the front row, just feet away from me, pushing her legs way up into the air, and then spreading them to treat me to an outline of her cunt. I stared unabashed, knowing that she was watching my eyes. Yes, she would be next. But when?
CHAPTER SIX
When? Why, the very same day. Irma had apparently planned the whole maneuver down to the very last detail, thinking the whole time I was conducting my class. I had noticed her innate determination, but I hadn't had the full benefit of her cunning as yet.
After my classes were done, I changed into my normal clothes and walked down to the parking lot. I got in, started the car, and looked behind me to reverse, when I noticed someone in the back seat.
"Irma!" I said. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing," she said with a wink. "Just pretend I'm not here and go right on driving."
I shrugged, secretly pleased, and drove out of the school gate. If she was caught outside those walls, she would be in great trouble, but I would be the last one to tell on her. When we were about a mile away from the gate, she told me to pull over into a section some distance from the road.
"No one can see the car from the road behind these bushes," she informed me. "Alex and I used to park here often, and we were never caught."
"Alex? That must be my predecessor."
"In more ways than one."
I looked at her closely, trying to see past her loveliness, to see the real person I was talking with. But she turned away and told me where to drive off the road, and I followed her directions till we were in the arbor she was so familiar with.
"There," she said when the engine died down. "Isn't this pleasant here? I love coming here, Paul. I can call you Paul, can't I? I just adore it here, the peace, the greenery, the birds, everything!"
And she looked at me with her big eyes most suggestively, so much so that I felt almost embarrassed. But I nodded and smiled, not wanting to break her mood. She ran the palm of her hand down my cheek and smiled back, then turned and crawled into the back of my station wagon.
She was without panties. And she took her good time getting her beautiful little ass out of the public eye. Slowly she moved about in the back of the car, arranging some blankets I just happened to have with me, and making a pillow out of her school bag and a sweater. She worked at it like a little housewife, all the while keeping her ass towards me.
In one way, I wanted to kick her out of the car, and in another way I wanted to shove my cock right up that creamy little snatch dangling so near my eyes. The muscles in the back of her thighs stood out finely, her thighs looked so firms and edible and everything, and her skirt barely covered the beginning of her ass furrow, so she was really giving me her best angle.
Much as I wanted to teach this cocky girl a lesson in humility, I figured it could be done through sex. And perhaps more effectively. Since I felt like an ass-splitting, pile-driving fucker, it came to be in the light of the best solution.
When the bed was made, Irma took off her shoes and socks, slipped out of her dress, and there she was, as naked as she had been the night before. Not as exciting, though. The night before she had been helpless in my arms, the victim of a quirk of fate, ostensibly. This time she was a little trollop doing what my predecessor had obviously taught her to do.
But my cock was hard, and that drained most of the blood away from my brain, so I undressed and went into the back with her. And since I was curious to know exactly how well she'd been taught, I just lay down beside her and pretended to be thinking about something important.
Sure enough, she made the first move. I was starting to get a picture of my colleague in my mind. She headed straight for my cock, sitting so that her ass was just near my face, for me to take a bit if I felt like it. She took as much of my cock as she could into her mouth, and began to suck, slowly at first, but speeding up along a scale provided by her own system, not demanded by my cock.
The mood I was in was unusual to say the least. One-half of me was thoroughly aroused, raring to go, and absorbed in her childish lovemaking. The other half was cold, removed and academic in its perusal of her. Alex must have enjoyed getting sucked off, and then seeing a woman or a girl go ape about his cock, I reasoned, as her moans filled the station wagon without there being any moisture evident in her little cunt.
I reached out and began to finger her lazily. Her lips opened up under my caresses, and I inspected the pinkness of her valley of love. She was such a delicate, beautiful girl, exquisitely put together, and destined for great heights when those incipient breasts of hers bloomed and her ass grew till she had an hourglass figure.
One day, I thought, she's going to be so far out of my reach that she won't even recognize me. This kind of girl, so willing to go along with her man for one ulterior motive or another, has to succeed. She was bobbing her head over my cock rapidly now, groaning and moving her ass this way and that so her cunt opened up further for me. But she was still quite dry!
I drove my finger up her cunt with a swift jab, and then moved it in and out as fast as I could. She turned her head around and looked at me in something approaching astonishment, but then went right back to work on me. Now that my pulses were racing, even her calculated act was exciting to me. My cock was throbbing and reaching to get further into her mouth, my finger emerged a little oily, and the chemistry was bubbling.
My hands closed on her flesh and drew her back a little way so I could get my mouth to her cunt. Again she hesitated, but Alex had trained her well enough not to object. She was obviously tense when I pushed my face into that hairless little cunt, and shoved my tongue deep up her hole. Her sucking became erratic, her body trembled, but the juices were flowing more easily now, and that's all I cared about.
My objective side merged with my passionate side until my body was one again. I buried myself deeper into her cunt, nudging her ass-hole with my nose, right between her hard buttocks, drinking of her juices with gusto. One finger manipulated her clitoris with a rapid motion, my free hand caressed her cheeks and raked my nails over them with long, deliberate motions to see if pain had any effect on her.
It certainly did. From the good little suck-off girl, she began a slow transition into a passionate girl. I ate her and tickled her and gave her dosages of pain, all in a concerted attempt at breaking down the last barriers inside her.
She couldn't suck any more. She tried, but she needed to breathe. At last she turned around, lay on her back and moved up so that her cunt was right in my face. By lying on top of me and slightly to one side, she could cling to my cock like a pilot might hold his steering stick in rough weather.
I had her! A wave of joy swept through me as I lay into her cunt and watched her dissolve in her own juices. Her little hand had closed around my cock and tried feebly to jerk it off now and then, but for most of the time she just lay there gasping and moaning for real.
This went on for some time. She tasted delightful, just like the essence of olives. Her silky-smooth cunt lips pressed against my face, and her slender hips were twitching restlessly, as if she was entering into new realms of sexuality. The further she got away from herself, the more I enjoyed the whole thing, working her over with merciless precision and ardor.
Finally, she was so wet that I'd be able to shove a baseball bat up her. I took her by the arms and lifted her up, to bring her over onto my cock. She bent over me and squatted to get the knob of my cock right underneath her dripping cunt hole, then sank down over me slowly.
My cock was eager to be enveloped by her juicy lips. It stood up straight and became all the harder when contact was made. Wet, warm and wild, her hole closed over my knob, and, with a quick, whipping thrust, I poked it all the way up her. The yell she let out was straight from the heart.
She pitched down over me and hugged me around the neck while her hips began to move up and down to further impale herself on my endless cock. I could feel her hard nipples brush along my skin as she labored on top of me, and for a moment it overwhelmed me. I had to stop. Both hands pressed down hard on her taut buttocks and held her in place while I recollected myself.
Then, when I was once more in full control. I grabbed hold of her flesh and started to lift her and drop her rhythmically, getting her into the swing of things in such a way as to drive her crazy. A regular beat, predictable and mesmerizing, was established, and I stuck to it, watching her eyes growing glassy.
Suddenly, when she was almost out of reach, I rolled over and got on top of her. She was on her back on the floor of the station wagon with no blankets to protect her against the hardness of it, but she didn't seem to notice. Her legs came up into the air instinctively, and I pounded my cock into her cunt with such force that we shifted towards the back door a few inches.
That set a whole new pace, one that I had planned on, but had reached legitimately. There was nothing insincere about the way I was fucking her, this was how it had to be!
Great blows rained down on her cunt, penetrating her right to the womb, and soughing back for yet another assault on her innards.
And this time her screams and groans were true. She was sweating, clutching at me, gasping, crying out plaintively, her legs around my waist and her cunt an open target for my ramping rod.
I gave it to her as hard as violently as I could. For what seemed like hours, we were locked in the combat of passion, with me fucking her through the floor, and with her taking everything I had to get in helpless awe. I crushed her with my weight, demolished her with my cock, trying to break her down so I could reconstruct her, and it seemed to be working.
At long last I released a flood of sperm into her cunt, and she cried high and loud under the intoxicating effect of the warm douche. I rolled off her and gave us both a chance to get our breath back. That, I figured, would probably do it. Now I had a girl for keeps.
But surprise, surprise! When she had recollected herself, she gave me that phony smile again and said, "Well, how did you like them apples, big boy?"
I couldn't believe it. She went on to tell me I was the greatest stud in history, that she could hardly wait for me to get another hard-on so I could make more love to her, and then, to top it off, she began to suck on my cock again, in exactly the same position as before.
For a minute or so I lay there, staring disbelievingly at her little cunt, running with my cream. Irma had to be the best-trained little girl in the school. So why should I knock it? Alex had evidently spent a good deal of his time getting her into this mold, and who was I to break it?
"Okay, Irma, I'd better get you back to the school now, or they'll discover you're gone."
"No, don't," she said. "Let me make you feel good for a little bit longer. I want to make you come in my mouth."
"Later perhaps. Now come on, get dressed and I'll drive you back."
She wanted to argue and to protest, but I was already out of the car putting my clothes back on, leaving her no alternative but to follow my lead. I drove her back hurriedly, hardly able to think or talk. There was something seriously amiss, something really fundamental, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Having dropped her off, I turned around and drove straight home. Elaine was going to be full of questions. I stopped at a garage for a fill of gas, and took the opportunity to go into the washroom and rinse the cunt juice off my face in case she kissed me when I got home. Then, without further ado, I went home, got kissed, and then she asked me what the night had been like.
"Horrendous," I said with a wry smile. "They wouldn't go to sleep; they wouldn't turn off their lights, and then, after I'd virtually knocked them all out, they kept on running around to the bathroom. Boy, I hardly got a wink of sleep all night!"
"Is that so," said Elaine. "You look tired, that's for sure."
"Yes, I'll bet. Anyway, if it's any consolation, I won't have to do this for another month."
"Oh, that's good."
I couldn't work out what was on her mind. She smiled pleasantly enough, but it was kind of glassy, as if there were a lot of other thoughts on her mind. Naturally, I didn't feel like probing, so I got a can of beer out of the fridge and parked in front of the TV to watch the news.
She was busy, too busy. While she got dinner ready, there was too much noise in the kitchen. Elaine rattled pans, dropped cutlery, cursed, and moved around kicking her toes against the stove now and then. I tried to ignore it, but I knew she was good and mad, and that she would explode sooner or later.
Still, if it was a choice, I'd rather it happen later. So I watched the news with one half of me while the other half acted as a lookout. Two cans of beer later, she put the food on the table, and it was a miserable turnout.
I could hardly eat it, but no complaint came from my lips. The first murmur would be seized on to start a fight, and I was too tired and too troubled to get into that. I should have known better than to think that Elaine would let me get away with martyrdom, though.
"You don't like your dinner, do you?" she said suddenly, glaring at me. "It's okay."
"Okay? Oh, please don't try to spare my feelings, Paul. I can see by your face that you hate it."
"No, no, it's all right."
"You hate it!"
"All right, so I hate it. Now what?"
"You see!" she said hotly. "You can't even tell me the truth about that any more. I don't know when I can trust you, Paul. I really don't!"
I sighed, knowing the cloud had burst. Even if I were to get up and leave the house now she would follow me down the street and give it to me. All the bile she had been storing up in my absence, all the frustrations, all the injustices of life, they were about to descend upon my head.
"The food is fucking awful," I said plainly, putting my knife and fork down with a band. "You did it deliberately because you're in a foul mood. Is that candid enough for you?"
"Oh, I'm in a rotten mood, am I? And what do you think put me into this mood? Can you guess that?"
"No, I have no idea."
"You bastard!" she spat, getting up and glaring at me as though she was about to strike me. "You don't know! Well, I'll tell you, I'm going to lay it right on the line for you."
She paced around for a while, working up the steam necessary to get it out of her system, and I sat perfectly still. Had she stumbled on to the truth? If so, this fight threatened to be terminal.
"You don't care about me!" she cried suddenly. "You've lost interest in my body! We're finished, Paul, washed up. What do we have left if we can't enjoy sex any more? That's what I want to know."
"It's not that I've lost interest in your body," I said defensively. "We've both been very hard at work over the past few years, so much so that sex has been pushed into the background. That's all. Now if we were to take a holiday, as we will in a few weeks' time, you'd find me a much more ardent fellow."
"Yeah, right," she said bitterly. "Just like the last holiday we had together. I hardly saw you the whole time, Paul. Do you know what that does to a woman!"
"I can imagine what it would do if the complaint was real and not imagined. You were the one who wanted to traipse around the museums and landmarks, not me."
"Oh, bullshit!"
This fight went on for about an hour. We were standing up and yelling at each other, both of us furious with ourselves and our partners and impotent to change even one iota of our relationship.
Everything that had been boiling up inside us came up like an ugly eruption of subterranean gases and filth. We yelled and screamed, brandished fists, cursed and called each other the nastiest names at our disposal. The fury raged, the whole neighborhood must have been listening, the house resounded with our sudden hatred, and then it was all over.
Elaine sank down on the couch and reached for a cigarette. She lit it with trembling fingers and when the match lit up her features, obscured by the dusk, I noticed again how very attractive she was. There seemed to be so much innocence in those features, despite what had just happened. And for a moment I felt a flicker of longing deep in my loins for her.
This flicker might have turned into a flame, except she looked up at me, extinguished the match, and said, "Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me right where I sit, while I smoke this cigarette."
That dampened the flame. Innocent features or not, she had the tongue of a slut, and I couldn't put up with that. Why, I thought, she sounds almost as wicked as Irma, and then it struck me that Irma was only twelve. No matter. I pushed the thought out of my mind.
"Come on, Paul, for once show me how you feel about me."
"I can't right now," I told her. "I'm still so upset about our fighting."
"Dammit, Paul, can't you ever do what I want you to do? I mean, it's not as though I'm asking for the world, is it?"
"No, and I don't think you're being unreasonable at all. It's just that I'm not in the mood. Women think all men are bulls just waiting for a chance to fuck. It's not like that. There's a delicate balance at work."
"Oh, save that shit for your sex education classes," she snorted. With a quick, nervous motion, she ground the cigarette out into the ashtray, lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down. In the twilight I could only make out the dark bush nestled between her white thighs. Her hand came down on that darkness, and she hooked a finger up her cunt. "Come on, Paul, I need to be fucked so badly. You shouldn't have made love to me the other night. It just got me started all over again!"
"Keep that up, honey," I said softly, suddenly finding the faintest twinge of excitement occurring in my balls. "Keep that up and who knows what will happen."
"You like to see me jerking off?" she asked, and her tone was much milder, too. "I like to do it for you."
"Just keep it up." I fetched another beer and sat in the chair right opposite her. In the dark the shadows played about her to make her all the more enticing. How beautiful she was! A veritable Rembrandt, with just the street light falling through the drapes to highlight her whiteness and deepen her darkness. The occasional passing car shone its headlights on her, a sudden emphasis on what she was doing to herself.
My erection was rearing up slowly but surely. I sipped at my beer and watched as she pulled her big, full tits from her blouse and began to maul them with one hand while her other hand persisted in fingering her cunt. I moved the chair to sit a little closer to her. My ears picked up the wet little sounds from her cunt, and my cock hardened like concrete.
"I need you," she moaned, gazing into my eyes. "Oh, Paul, I need that big prick of yours where my finger is. Come on, Paul, fuck me, fuck me!"
There was such a big difference between her and Irma. When Elaine went so far as to say that, you could be sure she meant every syllable, every moan. I gulped the rest of my beer down and took off my shoes and socks, my trousers, jacket, shirt and singlet. Dressed only in my underpants, which bulged mountainously, I kept on watching her for a little longer.
At the sight of my big bulge, she intensified her fingering and mauling, almost crying with lust. This was real feeling, and it swept me up as effortlessly as would a powerful ocean current. I was drawn to her, and my underpants came off. I reached out and ripped her blouse off her, then her bra. With a quick lift of her ass, she let me pull off her skirt.
Only her panties remained, stretched between her knees. My lust was now of gorillalike proportions. I snatched the panties and ripped them off her legs, then attacked her with my lance. It moved up her wet cunt as though it was a guided missile, and plunged up to the very depths of her.
She let out a long, wailing cry and her arms hugged me tightly to her as I moved in for the hill. In and out, with long and powerful strokes, I sent my cock reaming up her wet slit, touching bottom, withdrawing till I was right outside her cunt, then banging it right up there.
We fucked like people possessed of a demon. So powerful was our fucking that we fell off the couch, onto the floor. She finished up on top of me and worked her loins with all of her might over my cock, crying out and groaning, frantic to satisfy her enormous lust.
Orgasms after orgasm rollicked through her body. She was clinging to my shoulders while her hips did all the work, and I just lay there, my eyes closed, enjoying myself in a way that was quite new to me.
When she was too weak to go on, I pushed her over on her back and slipped right back into fucking her. I thrust my cock into her from a high angle so as to give her clit plenty of pleasure, meanwhile biting her nipples and sucking her tit flesh into my mouth. She just moaned weakly, caressing me and whispering words of love.
Her cunt felt so good to me that I could hardly believe it was Elaine I was fucking. Though she wasn't anywhere near as tight as Jessica or Irma, her cunt still had special skills that only a mature woman possesses. Her cunt muscles were flexing all around my cock, sending wild shivers up my spine and intensifying my lust so much that I broke out into a lather of sweat from head to toe. An orgasm became imperative!
I stepped up the pace of my fucking, to make my cock enter and leave as rapidly as a sewing machine. She was writhing beneath me, headed for another climax, and I took my time for a moment, waiting for her to get close enough.
When she was almost there, I gave it the gun. We fucked like beasts, rolling around the floor and yelling together, till the moment when both of us exploded. My jet of sperm rushed up her cunt, and she let loose with a scream that punctuated our previous argument. Once again, the neighborhood was right up to date with the news: John and Elaine had kissed and made up.
I couldn't get over how good it had been. And when she made me promise to fuck her more regularly, I gave my word without another thought. We dressed and had a beer together, sitting close together on the couch and feeling more intimate than we had in years.
But as the evening wore on, I knew deep down inside of me that my problems were by no means over. Irma might have been a bummer, but Jessica was still very big on my mind. Already the prospect of going back to class in the morning excited me. And already my mind was devising ways and means of getting her away from her friends, to screw her once more, or twice more.
Of course I didn't tell Elaine that. Since formulating my gluttony therapy plan, I figured my problem could be resolved before the need arose. So we spent that evening together like participants in a happy, untroubled marriage.
And much later, after midnight, when we were entwined in our bed, she made me promise again to make more love to her. When I did, she expressed her gratitude by sliding down under the covers and regaling my cock with one of the finest blow-jobs I'd ever had. While she was doing that, though, I got a lot of thinking done. I believe a man ought to be his own psychiatrist, and so I delved for the truth beneath the truth.
No matter how happy our marriage might become, I realized I would always be prone to cutting off a little teenage piece whenever it came along. All I wanted to restore was a sense of balance. At that point it looked plausible but Mrs. Barnes had a piece of news to tell me the next morning that set our marriage back by five years!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Miss Taylor has announced her intentions to resign," said Mrs. Barnes when I got to her office in the middle of the next morning. "Naturally we will need a replacement for her as soon as possible, and therefore I wasted no time in sifting through the papers for eligible teachers to see who was most qualified."
She paused to light up a cigarette, and I wondered what she could have in mind. When
I was summoned to appear before her, I had just expected her to make sexual demands on me. It didn't particularly cheer me up, but I trudged along anyway, determined to make a showing if necessary.
"Of course a number of teachers are going to be unhappy with my decision," she continued, "since many have put in long years of service, and probably feel they're due for a reward. To my mind, long service isn't as valuable as devoted service, and I must admit that many members of my staff get through the day with the minimum of real effort."
"If you mean me," I said, "Let me assure you-"
"No, no, Paul, I don't mean you," she said, cutting me off. "On the contrary, in your short time with us, I've been highly impressed with your qualifications. You're an all-rounder, Paul, and that's what we need in this position."
The light started to dawn on me. This was an offer of a promotion! I settled back more comfortably in the wooden chair, and prepared to hear her out.
"You're the one I chose, after casual consideration. Before you say anything, remember that I have had a great deal of experience in selecting Assistant Principals, and so I was not swayed by your sexual prowess or your good looks, though they were by no means a disadvantage, either."
Her severe front slipped a little to give way to a smile, and I smiled back.
"You see, Miss Taylor had been in the position for so long that I didn't have the heart to fire her. Though she was quite inefficient, even senile, she was once a fine teacher, even brilliant. Now that she has resigned, and moved out to Florida, her cottage is at your disposal, and I expect you to take over all of her duties as well as continuing to teach your classes."
"I can do that," I nodded in response to her querying look.
"I know you can. Well, then, there's nothing to be said, is there? Congratulations, Paul, and don't worry about the other teachers and their petty jealousies. We can deal with them together. By the way, what will your wife think about moving into the school grounds?"
Now there was a thought. The tenuous peace we'd established the previous night wouldn't be able to stand up under this new strain. But I wanted that promotion and I wanted to live within the school grounds, and for the time being Elaine's needs were secondary to my wishes.
"I'll have to talk with her about this," I said. "She may choose to keep our apartment for the time being, until she had ordered her affairs around this new development."
"Oh, that would be nice," said Mrs. Barnes, getting up and coming round her desk towards me. "I don't mean to imply that I would ever try to come between you two, but I would like it very much if we could occasionally spend a night together."
"Why, Mrs. Barnes," I said with a sly grin. "You really don't care about coquetry, do you?"
"Not at all," she said, kneeling down in front of me and unbuttoning my fly. "Girls have all the time in the world, Paul, so they can afford to fritter and flutter. Not me. I'm still in good shape, but it's not going to be that way forever."
A few of me buttons on the front of her dress had been undone, probably while she had been talking to me, and I looked down to get a glimpse of her breasts. She was right about being in good shape, but what was a pedophile like me doing in the arms of an older woman?
And yet, much to my surprise, she managed to touch a cord in me somewhere deep down, maybe Oedipal, or maybe primeval, but at the sight of her full breasts pressing together to form a tight cleavage, I wanted her as much as she seemed to want me. She was a small woman in the light of day, small and delicate, and with a little pretense she could easily look like a child once those glasses, that bun, and her prison warden's dress were removed.
I did it for her. While she was sucking on my hardening cock, I let her hair fall loose over her shoulders, took off her glasses, and reached down to unbutton the front of her dress right down to the belt. Then, with a little more effort, I undid the belt and pushed the dress down off her shoulders.
Outside, the peals of girlish laughter wafted up through the open second story window, and I felt a pang of regret that I should be stuck here. There they were, playing, dancing, jumping up and down so that their little dresses flapped high above their tightly hunched buttocks, and here I was with a woman of forty.
But then those narrow, white shoulders came to my eyes, and her bra disappeared out of sight to reveal her remarkably firm, full tits with the dark pink nipples still high and pert, and I forgot about little girls for a while. Besides, she was licking her tongue round and round my cock so as to stir up the very sediment of my lust, working me over with such precise, delicate skill, that the last trace of regret gave way to an overwhelming desire.
She got up off me to step out of her dress, and I took off all my clothes while she watched intently. Mrs. Barnes was still wearing her panties, startling red bikini ones for my benefit, and the dark bush of her hair pushed at the tight material most enticingly.
When I was naked, she began to sway in front of me, her face wearing a strangely lustful expression. Sensuously, seductively, she moved towards me with her thumbs hooked under the elastic and slowly pushing them down her firm belly. Her flesh beckoned to me, and the spreading damp stain on her crotch made my mouth water. Was this really one? I wondered as I leaned over with my tongue out. Who else could it be? And so I. went ahead full steam, much to her delight.
Her panties were still clinging to her protruding buns, but down past the hairline in front. I drew her closer to me and pulled them down far enough to let my tongue explore the top of her slit, tugging at it gently to make her cunt flex up and down. She moaned softly and pulled them down even further, but they were close enough for me to see the damp snatch.
With a quick motion I tore them off her, and she loved that as much as Elaine had the previous night. My cock was standing up, leaning against my belly, and I could see she wanted to get back down to it.
I got up and led her over to the desk. With one quick sweep of my arm, I cleared the top and climbed on it. She followed me, to finish up with her mouth over my cock, her knees down either of my head so that her cunt was just inches above my mouth. It was as though she'd read my mind!
My hands squeezed the soft flesh of her ass and brought it down a little lower, till her bittersweet scent engulfed me and my head rose a fraction to bury my face into her dripping cunt. While her lips worked down over my cock, my tongue edged up her hole and flicked the juices of the inner walls to drink them down with pleasure.
We remained in that position for a while, and my mind couldn't help but wander back to my own school days, when the principal's desk had always been such a forbidding altar of sacrifice. Perhaps he'd laid women, too. It was all possible. I wondered what Mrs. Barnes' students would think of her if they could see her now-or my students, for that matter.
She loved to suck cock. That much was evident. Both her hands were playing with my balls and the base of my stem, while her mouth suckled it in warm spit and lashed it with her tongue. It was a beautiful feeling, one that put so much lead into my pencil that I thought it was going to hurt.
While she was enjoying herself, I distracted myself with her box. It was really quite small and well-formed, with firm cunt lips, swollen and red perhaps from a night of passion, but succulent for all that. I dabbled my tongue about her large, hard clitoris and poked curious fingers up the distended cunny hole to explore the inside of her.
Small bumps and secret configurations met my touch, and each one of them seemed to have erotic significance for her. When I touched them, she moaned and swayed, and sank down even lower over my cock, till the knob of it was pressing down on her throat. With the true skill of the experienced woman, she didn't gag, but took it even further until I was virtually fucking her throat!
No one had ever done that to me, and I found I loved it. With an abrupt thrust of my loins, I pushed my cock all the way down her flesh, and my head spun as she responded by moving her head back and forth over it. An orgasm began to muster in my balls, one of such power that I would blow her head off. And, because I didn't want to move, I shoved four fingers up her cunt, followed a little later by the thumb, to begin fucking her with my whole hand.
That nearly drove her crazy. Her legs spread wider and I lay under her, with her juices dripping down on my neck and face, shoving my head up her like a gynecologist. Her cunt was stretched to the very limit, and her grunts almost put her off her sucking beat. But she kept at it, desperate to find relief on either or both ends.
When she came, I drove my cock right down her throat and unleashed my furious load right down her gullet. She kept on swallowing until I thought she was bound to choke. But I underestimated Mrs. Barnes. She took my whole load, and then kept right on sucking for the remains!
Only when the very last shred of my sperm had been vacuumed into her body did she relent. With a deep sigh of contentment, she got up off me and resumed her position in her chair. I needed a little more time to get my head together, so I stayed on the top of her desk, breathing heavily.
"You look beautiful there," she said with a smile. "Just gorgeous. If I could afford it, I would pay you to He there all day long, so I could look at you and suck you off whenever the spirit moved me."
"I could think of worse occupations," I said.
"Well, one day perhaps we can do something about that. And now that we're neighbors, who knows what fun we'll have together."
That was a depressing thought. Now that my lust had been spent, my rational faculties began to operate again, and I realized that Mrs.
Barnes might well make more demands on me than I could meet or stand. Every now and then was fine! But every day, no, I couldn't come at that.
I got up off the desk and started dressing. Halfway through I turned to her and said, "We must understand each other quite clearly, Mrs. Barnes. I like you very much. You're the finest blow-job giver I've ever met, and you're sexy as hell. But if I wanted to be tied down to one woman, it would surely be my wife. Now I hope you won't take this personally, but I want to call the shots in the setup."
"Oh, I know that. And I wouldn't dream of having it any other way, Paul. I just want you to know that I'm always ready, and you'll always be welcome."
"That's nice to know." I finished dressing, and asked, "By the way, when do we break the news to the other teachers?"
"During the lunch hour. I'll come down and give a little speech."
"Good. Well, I'll see you soon."
"Good day, Paul." Though she was still naked when I got to the door, she was already a stern headmistress again, bent over her desk, the very picture of naked efficiency. I grinned and left, whistling to myself.
As expected, the other teachers didn't like it one bit. All except Margaret, who beamed at me when she heard the news. Mrs. Barnes, however, was in complete command of the situation, and seized the opportunity of their restiveness to deliver herself of a blistering speech on the lax teaching methods of unnamed members of the staff, which had disqualified them in her mind.
At the end of her speech, she asked if there were any questions, and everyone sat mute and abashed. I couldn't help but admire her style. She had the politician's touch for turning a disadvantageous situation to her own advantage, and it wasn't till she had left the room that the others dared voice their objections.
I put a quick stop to that. "Don't complain now," I told them. "You had your chance when she was here, and none of you said a word. I'm the Assistant now, and that's that."
"Yeah, because you're screwing her," muttered one of the teachers.
I whirled around to him, and asked him to repeat that, but he lapsed into a moody silence. "Any intimation that I acquired this promotion through my sexual prowess," I said angrily, "will not be tolerated. I was as surprised as you all were to hear the news, but Mrs. Barnes convinced me that her decision had been a careful and objective one. Now if any among you still harbors suspicions, I'm more than willing to settle this in the ring."
That shut them all up, and the talk slowly turned to the normal gossip of a teachers' staff room. Margaret slid over closer to me and congratulated me in a whisper.
"I'm glad you got it," she said so the others couldn't hear her. "You're the man for the job, you can see that with your eyes closed."
"Thanks, Margaret, it's nice to know someone in favor of this promotion."
"What about your wife, won't she be pleased?"
"No doubt. It's more money, maybe enough to buy us a real holiday somewhere."
"Well," said Margaret, moving back a little way, "if she isn't happy about it, let me know and I'll fill her shoes in a flash."
"Just her shoes?"
"Or her panties or anything she might have to offer."
"That's more like it."
I left the staff room and went over to the cottage to inspect my new dwelling. Excitement mounted in me as I looked it over. There were two entrances to it, one in the front facing Mrs. Barnes' cottage and the school building. And one behind, facing the dormitories. A living room had two bedrooms running off it, with, a large kitchen, bathroom, and a sun room. The furniture still there was old but serviceable, but that didn't bother me. What I liked was the open view of the dormitories, and the proximity to them.
The girls were pleased to hear the news, and Jessica came over after the class had been dismissed to as if I was moving into the cottage.
"As soon as possible, yes," I nodded, trying to look at her disinterestedly. But she looked so good, so blonde and angelic, that I considered taking her for a conducted tour of the place right away.
"Oh, good, that means you're going to have a little housewarming, right?"
"Just you and me," I whispered. "If I can arrange for the coast to be clear."
"Try your best, Paul. It's been so-long since we made love."
"Only a few days."
"It seems like a few years." She looked around to see if anyone was watching, then pecked me on the cheek and rushed out of class. I looked after her retreating form pensively. She was right, it did feel as though an awful lot of water had flowed under the bridge since that night when she woke me up and surprised me with the gift of her beautiful body. Then I shook my head, and went home to break the news to Elaine.
I had expected her to take the news on its superficial merits, and to ignore the implications. But as it happened she was in a rotten mood, riddled with doubts and unrest. When I told her about the promotion, she was pleased. But when I mentioned we would be moving into the cottage either that evening or early the next day, she shook her head and put her foot down.
"No, Paul, no," she shrilled, stamping her foot. "I won't play along any more! This is the last straw. Absolutely the last straw!"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you think I know what's been going on?" she said, facing me squarely. "Do you really think I'm such a damn dummy as to overlook those kiddie magazines in the spare room, or the smell of juvenile cunt on you when you get home? I know you've been fooling around with your pupils, and probably some of the teachers there as well! And now you want to move into the school grounds!"
"Now wait a minute. I think you're being terribly unfair. What difference does it make whether we live here or there? If you're with me, what can I do?"
"So you admit it! You admit you've been fooling around. And you can't even fuck your own wife because of it!"
"All right, all right, I admit it. But you have to listen to me, Elaine. I'm going to need your help and your understanding in this matter."
"Oh, yeah, tell me about it," she sneered.
"Look, let's sit down for a moment and talk about this like adults now. It's true, I do have a yen for young girls. That's why I used to beg you to shave off your pubic hair, and change your style of clothing. But you wouldn't listen. You were a woman, you said, and I should be happy with that.
"Well, now it's come to this. I've been screwing around, and some of the women I've screwed have been young, very young, in fact. But I'm trying to get over it, or rather, I'm trying to work my way through this kink of mine. I love you, don't you see that? If I didn't, wouldn't we have split up long ago?"
She couldn't answer. Tears rolled down her face as she stared at me with loathing. Then, with sudden decision, she got up and went into her room to start packing. I followed her and tried to make her understand my position, but she wouldn't even listen. She packed her clothes, books and personal possessions, called a cab, and suddenly she was out of my life.
When the door slammed shut behind her, I didn't know how to feel. This would leave me free for my date with Jessica, but was that what I really wanted? Whatever I wanted, there were precious few options open to me now. So, resigning myself to the situation, I began packing my stuff.
Early the next morning, a removing van came by; they took everything we had accumulated during our years together to the cottage, and dumped it there for me to arrange as I saw fit. Another teacher took over my classes while I toiled throughout the day to make this house into a home. I was sad, and yet I looked forward to my meeting Jessica that evening.
She dropped by during lunch time and chatted with me for a while. Then, just as she was about to rejoin her friends, she leaned towards me and whispered, "Eleven o'clock. Just leave the back door open."
I nodded and she was gone. The remainder of the day dragged by. Margaret asked if I wanted her to cook for me that night, but I told her my wife would be coming round later. She nodded, with a kind of pissed-off look in her eyes, and said she would see me the next day.
The scene was set. I took a big bath that evening, enjoying the spaciousness of my new home. Everything was in order. New furniture had replaced the dog-eared old stuff, my books were in high shelves along the walls, the stereo was playing upbeat jazz, and the atmosphere in the house was one of cozy familiarity, as though I'd been living there all my life.
At eleven o'clock on the dot, the back door creaked open, and Jessica stole inside, making sure no one had seen her. Then she closed the door and smiled broadly at me. I only had pajamas on, sitting on the couch sipping coffee. When I saw her slender figure with the robe pulled tight around her against the nip in the night air, all of my senses went out to her.
There was no need for words. We walked into the bedroom and silently took off what clothes we had on. I gazed at her with reverence, drinking in her slender body with its small tits and the hairless little slit between her thighs, a body I could never be too familiar with.
We approached the bed from different sides and lay down alongside the other. My hand reached over and caressed her hard nipples, one at a time, nice and slow, while she let it all happen without a movement.
I felt the soft padding of her young breasts to my heart's content before moving down a little way to her belly. Then, as my hand slipped down between her parted thighs, I bent over her and kissed her passionately. Her arms came up around my neck and she held me close while our tongues met and probed the depths of the other's mouths. Our spit merged, our bodies fused, and my caresses became more demanding, more aggressive by the second.
I loved the feel of her velvet-soft little hands roaming over my back and feeling the muscles in my arms. Wherever she touched, I tensed up and my masculinity asserted itself. As for my cock, it was so tense and masculine that it almost came apart under the strain of its own bombast.
My hand mauled her soft, little cunt roughly, stimulating every part of it equally, and her legs widened further and further as she needed more and more. A finger found its way up her snatch, another moved smoothly up her ass-hole, pushing the tight sphincters aside as though they didn't exist. And then my thumb began to rub her clitoris hard and fast, turning her from a delicate angel into a fully-fledged fuck.
Jessica was kissing me and jerking her closed hand along my cock, working me up in an area where I really didn't need to be encouraged. For a moment I felt as though the battle was lost. I would never get beyond her silky skin, her tender buttocks, her firm flesh. But then something unusual happened. When my hand was on her ass, I found myself wishing it was a little bigger, more womanish, a fleeting wish which soon ended up on the rubble heap of my subconscious.
The time had come for fucking. She was all ready, her legs wide open, her cunt emitting a bounty of fluid, and her young body arched, awaiting the entry of the cock. I rolled over on top of her and pushed hard into her cunt. It sank down, plumbing her depths, and lodged firmly up her tight sheath.
From that moment on we were off and rutting. I plowed into her with all my strength, ripping her cunt open till she could have accommodated two of me. My cock slid in and out with blurring speed, awakening all of her potential for lust and pleasure, and then setting to satisfying it.
When Jessica came, it was like a choir of fine voices singing in my ear. Her high cries and soft moans turned my brain to molten putty, while firming my cock up into a length of steel tubing. My dagger drummed down on her cunt, our pubic bones meeting in a gnashing, grinding battle towards the top, and when she went over, it was like she was floating, crying out half in fear, half in ecstasy.
I took her up and over a few times, till a kind of bone weariness set in. Then I made short work of it. With a couple of measured thrusts, I triggered off my own orgasm, and fucked like a demented man while my juices flooded her innards.
It was all over but for the hard breathing. We fell apart, lying on our backs so our lungs could labor freely, and recovered ourselves after a long time. She was so pleased and happy that she showered me with kisses, and offered to blow me, if that's what I wanted.
"No, you'd better be getting back to the dorm, before someone finds out you're missing," I said, trying to keep my tiredness from showing.
"They won't miss me, Paul, honestly. The girl in the next bed stuffed mine with spare pillows, so there's nothing to worry about."
"Just the same, we shouldn't take any unnecessary risks."
"Do you want me to go?" she said, with a creeping sadness in her voice. "I'll go if you want me to,, but I'd much rather spend the night with you."
I couldn't be harsh with her. "All right, you can stay, but remember I've had a hard day moving all this stuff around. I'll set the alarm clock at five o'clock, then you can go back in time. How's that?"
"That's fine," she said, snuggling into me. "Good night, Paul. Sleep tight."
CHAPTER EIGHT
By the time the weekend rolled around, I had received a telegram from Elaine saying she was staying with her mother. It said nothing more. To me, that indicated that she wasn't actively trying to get a divorce, or else she would have notified me. With that worry dispelled from my mind, I set about arranging a good time for myself, and anyone else who cared to join in.
Jessica was too jealous to do it, but Irma proved willing to arrange for some of the girls to drop by late Friday night. When the dye had been cast, I told Jessica about it. She pouted, looked unhappy, but finally agreed to come along for the fun. She warned me, however, that she didn't like such goings-on, that to her, love was a private matter, and for me not to make a habit of it.
I assured her I wouldn't, but in the back of my mind it had already been resolved to hold as many of these as it needed to purge me of my penchant. With Elaine out of the way, Mrs. Barnes off my back, and Margaret lingering on the sidelines, I figured this was the ideal time to put my theories into practice.
Before the event took place, I stocked up on wine and beer, not forgetting to lay in a big supply of soft drinks for those girls who didn't drink. From what I'd heard, a lot of them weren't strangers to the odd glass. At least, that was Irma's contention, and she seemed to have her finger on the pulse. Though I didn't particularly care for her since our parking adventure, she was an invaluable mine of information, and I invited her along in case the party got dull.
It was hard to keep my mind on teaching during the day it was scheduled. I even forgot to take a peek through the hole in the gym.
Irma had informed me that one of the older teachers was on dormitory patrol that night, a man who was known for his incredible need for sleep. He had been known to doze off in class, and once fell asleep standing on his feet at a lunch meeting.
Also, Irma said with a wink, Mrs. Barnes was throwing a party for her special friends that night. "You know that's the reason Miss Taylor had to resign, I suppose," she added.
"No, I didn't. Why, what was the matter?"
"Well, Miss Taylor apparently couldn't stand to see Mrs. Barnes having a good time, so she threatened to tell the authorities. But Mrs. Barnes was really cunning about it. She stopped partying for a while and then, when old Miss Taylor had forgotten about it, she wrote to the Department of Education suggesting her removal."
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, we have our ways," she said. "Let's just say that these things get around if you move in the right circles."
"Is that a fact? Well, thank you."
"Also," she said, leaning over my desk, with something approaching a smirk on her face, "it's quite common knowledge in the dorms that you were fucking Mrs. Barnes' ass off, and that's why you became her main man."
"Do you believe everything you hear?" I asked, barely controlling an urge to push her insolent face in.
"Yes, everything! Well, see you tonight."
And she skipped off, leaving me to seethe all by myself. Little bitch, I thought bitterly, she thinks she's so fucking hip. I'll show her a thing or two.
At eleven that night, I got my chance to knock some of the arrogance out of Irma. She was the first to arrive, and we chatted for a while over drinks. Though revenge was on my mind, I was diverted by her elegant negligee, a flimsy piece of nothing, which she wore with a great deal of style. Whatever her faults, Irma knew what her body was for, and she used it to her own advantage all the way down the line.
I guess what I disliked most about her was her calm, self-assured, nasty self. Though she came on like a hot number, and knew about the flesh, sexually she had a lot to learn. It was up to me to point that out to her, and there was only one way of letting her know that she wasn't as cool as she thought. Jessica made no pretence about being twelve, and yet she was beautiful in bed.
Such thoughts occupied me in the course of my chat with her until the other girls began to arrive. Jessica was second, and about four of her friends followed close behind. Six more came in the next ten minutes, and the party was on the way.
I looked around at my living room, now festooned with so many lovely things. They wore shortie pajamas, jeans and brief tops, or just a robe, little sylphs out to discover or reaffirm what sex was all about. Since my last fuck had been with Jessica, I was ripe and ready to show them.
One of the girls, whom I hadn't seen before, particularly attracted me. She was a little slip of a girl, barely five feet, no tits, and little ass to speak of. Her eyes were big and brown, brown curls surrounded her oval face, and she was the very picture of innocence.
Her name was Dorie and she was eleven, but she was bright and had been skipped a grade and was therefore eligible to go with the big girls. I couldn't stop looking at her. She wore a pair of thin, shortie pajamas which snuggled into her little cunt very tightly because of the way she was sitting. There was nothing suggestive about her bearing. She just sat there sipping on a coke, looking a little scared and out of place.
I made a special note of her name, then turned to the other girls and said: "Who is still a virgin in this room?"
Only Dorie's hand went up. The others laughed a little and the girl blushed, but kept her hand up just the same. I looked at her, nodding as if assessing her, to say: "Okay, Dorie, for your benefit I'm going to show you what sex is with the help of Irma here. Now I want you to watch very closely and not be afraid. Sex is pleasure. Though it might not look like that from where you're sitting, you'll have to trust me, all right?"
She nodded, and sat upright so as not to miss a single detail. In a way I wished I could start with her, but then I wouldn't have the edge on my lust that I needed to reduce Irma. Jessica, of course, was hurt, and looked the other way while drinking her wine at an anything but steady pace.
"Before we begin," I said, motioning Irma to take off her clothes. "I want you all to strip. If one of you would just make sure the curtains are all drawn and that all the doors are locked, we'll begin this party with no further ado."
While they were taking off their garments, I got my camera, attached the flash, and started snapping pictures of them. They didn't mind in the least. In fact, most of them posed in the most lascivious way they knew, and I felt very pleased. My photo collection was a little out-dated, to say the least.
When they were all naked, and I had shot off a roll of thirty six, I put the camera in a safe place, and looked around me. It was like one of my fondest wet dreams come true. They were neatly arrayed all over the room, some of them reclining in easy chairs with their long, white legs up on the coffee table and their chubby little cunts openly displayed; others were on the deep pile carpet, resting with their backs against the chairs or the bookcase, some of them in the lotus position, others close to a friend. They looked so beautiful that I couldn't stop staring. Jessica was beautiful even though she was sulking in a corner, with her small, jutting tits putting the others to shame.
Dorie had moved closer to me, standing beside the couch on which the performance was about to begin. She had her hands behind her back, and her belly pushed out a little, just as kids do, with her firm cleft so close that I could have reached out and kissed it.
Just seeing her aroused me so much that my cock turned into a shaft of steel. The girls couldn't take their eyes off it, and several appreciative sounds could be heard when it assumed its full length. I looked at it with some pride, Irma with some misgivings.
Suddenly, I grabbed hold of her and laid her out on the couch, and immediately sunk my head between her legs. I kept her cunt lips wide open and ate into her as though I meant to burrow through her body. This had the instant effect of making her wet and ecstatic, while turning the atmosphere in the room from one of tentative sexuality into a hot, erotic one.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw some of the little girls sitting even closer together, their hands moving down between their thighs to finger their cunts as they watched and empathized. I felt as though I was eating all of them out at the same time. This feeling spurred me on to make a real pig of myself in Irma's dripping cunt.
She was writhing, completely out of control. Apparently, she had expected the proceedings to begin differently. Alex would have wanted her to suck his cock, the old American dream, but I was made of different stuff. I like to eat and suck and fuck. Getting sucked is part of the preliminaries, and I personally had no need for limbering up at that point in time.
My tongue rushed up her pink passage and scooped up the juices, only to return to her tiny clit and work it till it was as hard as a bullet. My hands were on her ass, squeezing and mauling her flesh, pushing a finger up her ass-hole, and ramming it in and out to stimulate every last bit of her.
She was crying out, begging for mercy. I could see she was uncomfortable with her friends around, but this very discomfort squeezed her into a harness where her ecstasy had to erupt to get out at all. And erupt she did. Tiny orgasms built up into major ones, and major ones built up to explosions, until her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth was wide open gasping for air.
Then, when she was well and truly ready for it, I slid over the top of her, and pushed my cock right down her twat. Irma didn't know what to do. She screamed hoarsely, clutched at me, her hips undulating frantically to keep abreast of her own lust. And I was neck to neck with her, shoving my burning cock deep into her time and time again.
After a period, I pulled out and stood up. The girls were in small groups, mutually masturbating while their feverish eyes were fixed on my greasy, throbbing cock. I felt like the great white gift to the people, standing there being admired and desired by all.
Irma was on her back, disarrayed, her silky hair matted to her head with sweat, looking as much as though she had been flung on the couch by a giant. She was just moaning, half smiling, half grimacing with the violent ecstasies coursing through her body. There was nothing of the glossy, sexy, little harlot left in her now. She had been fucked, and she had been fucked into the ground.
Done was pale, but willing. Though Jessica stood up, I took Dorie into my arms and bent down to kiss her. She was trembling, but her hand timidly went down to my cock and felt the consistency of it. For a moment it looked as though she would bolt, but then, squaring her small shoulders resolutely, she abandoned herself to my expertise.
I knelt down before her, my hands roving over her soft chest while my tongue slid into her fold. To my surprise I found her cunt to be soaking wet, hardly in need of any foreplay. And since there was so little time with so much yet to be done, I took Irma off the couch, lay down on my back, and invited Dorie to squat down over me.
She followed my directions, awkwardly getting into place. Her pink cunt lips parted under the force of my ramrod, and for a moment it looked as though she would faint. But Dorie had a lot of spunk. She bit her lip and went down a little further, her tight cunt closing around my knob most reluctantly. Bit by bit, my cock slid inside, till it reached a small blockage. That's when I took her by the arms and pushed hard.
She cried out sharply and went limp for a moment. The other girls smiled knowingly. Dorie was now a woman. I felt sorry for her. Somehow it seemed to me that she had come to it a little too early in her life. But that thought did nothing to dampen my ardor. I needed to ejaculate, my loins felt congested and desperate.
A small trickle of blood flowed into my pubic hairs, and I knew from past experience that the pain she was feeling would soon give way to a pleasure she hadn't dreamed of. With slow, gentle strokes, I worked my cock right up inside her cunt. The friction of her flesh was almost too much for me, but I set my teeth and kept right on working, regularly, kindly, smiling up at her.
Dorie's facial expression softened a little as she got the hang of it. She looked like a little girl one might dangle on one's knee, not womanish at all. And with the pain still echoing through her, it would be far from easy for her to come. So, instead of making a grand stand play for her orgasm, I just gave her enough cock to provide her with a base for experience.
I could tell when she'd had enough. The pleasure that came over her little face began to fade into more pain. That's when I lifted her off my cock and called for Jessica to take her place.
But Jessica had gone. I looked through the room and she was nowhere in sight. Irma was sleeping in an easy chair, her naked body still wet with sweat and juices. One of the other girls extracted herself from her friend's embrace, and offered her body to me.
I took her with gusto. By this time my cock was on the very edge of a gusher, and this girl, I soon found out, needed little more than a touch to set her off. She had red hair, a feature that stirred up memories in me, with a little red down over her slit, and one of those explosive sexual tempers that had once taught me how much pleasure some women get out of sex.
Even after her third climax, I was still teetering. I kept glancing over at the other girl, wondering if my erection could serve to string a few more beads together. But finally, the sight of them all fingering and kissing each other drove me to deliver those last vital blows and to release my hot wad of sperm.
The girls cheered when they saw me pumping hard and fast to get my load out into her, and one of them dashed over to suck at my cock when I extracted it. Another got down on the redhead and licked my cream up, all of us combining into a kind of happy family of sexists.
I fetched myself a can of beer and relaxed, with three of the girls crowding me and telling me how they had enjoyed watching me. It took me a while to get my head working again, and after a cold beer and half of another I managed to ask them where Jessica had gone.
"Oh, that silly little bitch got annoyed because you weren't paying attention to her," said the redhead. "She got on her high horse and galloped back to the dorms."
"You don't think she might tell anyone, do you?"
"No," said another girl with confidence, "because she knows we'd kill her if she did."
"Kill her?" I queried.
"Well, you know, bash her about."
"I see, would one of you just make sure? I don't want the teacher on duty conducting a spot check on the beds, you understand. If he were to find a dozen of you gone, he'd be very upset."
"Apart from the fact that he'd find at least twenty missing, and another hundred in strange beds," said the redhead, "I guess I'd better make sure. If he wakes up, I'll distract him, how does that sound?"
"It'd be a great comfort to me if you'd do that for us."
"Sure, no trouble. I've had my fun for the night, anyway."
So saying, she downed her glass of wine, put her robe back on and walked out of the door. The other girls clustered more closely around me, some of them fingering my big, brown cock with undisguised curiosity. It made me feel a little silly sitting there, like Gulliver in the land of midgets. Vague stirrings took place in my mind. They weren't intelligible to me, but resulted in discomfort. To get rid of that, I turned my attention back to the girls and found a lot there to be diverted by.
Two of the girls were rolling around on the floor, each with her face buried into the cunt of the other. They were sucking and moaning and having a great time, while showing enough expertise to convince me they'd done this kind of thing before. The other girls took no notice at all. They were too busy cupping my balls in their hands and checking my oily cock out.
"Who's next?" I said.
"Me, me!" they clamored, and one of them made a determined dash for my cock, resulting in her being the first to swallow my limp cock.
"All right, the first one who can give me an erection is going to get fucked!" I said, and they started to fight over who would suck my cock, while the girl already there fended her opponents off as best she could.
Finally, they let her go ahead, while one came up on the couch and pressed her cunt into my face, another sat down on my hand, and another seized my other hand to guide it into her cunt. I sat there, eating, feeling, and getting sucked, my mind collapsing under the strain of so much sensual gratification.
This was the glut I'd been aiming for and now that I had achieved it, I wondered if it would have the desired effect. Time would tell, I decided, and let it all happen to me. The silky little cunts on my hands were rubbing back and forth, the one in my mouth was pushing to get more of herself down over my tongue, and the girl on my cock was doing a magnificent job on it.
It soon stood up to its full height once more and the girls backed off to see who had done it. "You and you," I said, pointing at the girl who'd let me eat her cunt and the girl between my legs.
She jumped up and planted herself squarely over my cock. She was one of the girls most actively engaged in mutual fingering earlier, and so her cunt was wide open and moist, allowing my cock a quick passage to the very bottom of her box. I shut my eyes with pleasure at the feeling of yet another girlish cunt closed around my dick, and didn't move till the girl had had enough cock to last her for weeks.
Then the other one got up. That same bone weariness came over me and I opened my eyes quickly to see if I could be visually stimulated, enough to keep my erection in trim. Three girls lay on the carpet near me, engaged in circular sucking, and that gave me ample food for thought.
The girl bobbed over my cock, gripping my shoulders with her little hands to steady herself. I looked at her face, only to find it blank. She was in the throes of passion, but she wasn't aware of anything but that flesh sword up her twat, and that stung me. After all, I thought, sex should be between people, not a dick and a cunt. But the flesh was weak enough to even let that revelation slide by, and she finished her fuck in grand style.
When she got up, I was as erect as ever, and one of the girls noticed this straight away. She bounded over and sat on it, shoving her dry cunt over my cock and stimulating it afresh. That was more than I could take. I clutched at her incipient tits, and let fly with my load, sending it high into her cunt. She didn't realize what had happened, and kept on jamming her cunt hole over my cock. Then, when the load dripped down, she got the lubrication she needed, and thumped down on top of me with my knob throbbing up near her left lung.
For her it was fun, for me it wasn't. My cock was rapidly shrinking and yet she was riding me like a hobby horse. I wanted to tell her to get off, but then I figured she wouldn't know the difference anyway. So I let her take her pleasure on me, and luckily she came before my cock fell out.
That was it for me. I just wanted them to go back to their own beds and leave me alone with my thoughts. Because now my lust had been so thoroughly spent, the last of my defenses against my rational faculties had disappeared, and clear notions were coming to mind every minute.
"Okay, girls," I said. "That's enough for the night. I want you all to get back to your beds."
They protested, but I was still a teacher and therefore they obeyed. One by one they got dressed and drifted out into the night, some of them staggering a little, either from fucking or drink. I closed the door behind the last one and surveyed the room. A dozen half empty glasses, some cigarette butts, and a few stains on the sofa were all the remains.
And then there was Irma. She was still asleep in the easy chair, snoring softly with her legs wide apart and dried, whitish stains on her thighs and cunt lips. I didn't have the heart to wake her up. Besides, didn't I once use to go to bed with my teddy bear?
But before I went to sleep I wanted to check out what was happening at Mrs. Barnes' place. I dressed quickly, put on my sneakers, and hurried through the chilly air to her cottage. From afar I could see all the lights were on, and that she hadn't even bothered to draw the curtain. Perhaps she figured she was head of the school and could therefore do as she liked. Or perhaps she got off imagining there was a prowler watching her.
As the redhead had said, there were eight girls in attendance. I looked through the bedroom window to see the principal totally naked, on her back on the bed, with eight nude, lovely girls surrounding her and regaling her with fingers and mouths.
It was a sight for sore eyes. My party, in my own mind, had been less than a smashing success. But this one looked great. No doubt that had something to do with the outsider's point of view, but I didn't question the merits of that. I moved closer to the window, feeling my cock rising painfully at the sight of Mrs. Barnes lying there with her eyes closed, her hands full of cunt, and her body covered by girls working assiduously to take her up to the highest of highs.
I recognized some of them as being pupils from my class, girls who's ignored me. So this was the reason? The girl between Mrs. Barnes' legs was doing a fine job, licking her cunt with long, slow strokes and obviously using all of the abrasiveness her tongue could muster. One girl on each nipple, one odd looking girl sucking her toes, two girls on the bed making love to each other, and one for each hand. No wonder she was so happy in her work.
Before I could tear myself away from the view, I just had to take my cock out of my pants and jerk off. I watched as the girls gave their headmistress orgasm after orgasm, till in the end she grabbed one of them, got on top of her and began to fuck her with their pubic bones pushing hard against each other.
My sperm flew against the window and dripped down onto the sill. I put my cock away and wandered back to my cottage. So that was the future? I could see myself in twenty years with a new crop of girls, picking out the best-looking ones, and arranging them into just such a harem. It depressed me where it should have excited me.
Back in the cottage, I picked Irma's sleeping body up and deposited it in my bed. I joined her in bed. She nestled into my arms and I dozed off.
I thought of Elaine, and the way she had of cuddling when she slept. Her arm always came over my chest and her hand rested on my shoulder, and when I moved away from her, she turned on her side, with her ass pushing back at me.
Suddenly, I missed her. Had she walked through the bedroom door, I think I would have thrown Irma out the window. But she didn't care, and so I sank into a disgruntled sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
We woke up in the morning. Irma didn't know where she was, but when she saw me her face brightened, and at once she began to indicate that more loving would not at all be in bad taste. But I found myself looking at her as if from a distance. Perhaps I was still disoriented, or perhaps I was just tired of her, but I couldn't take her seriously.
I watched as she moved into me, letting her little cunt ride along my thigh as she lifted one leg over mine. It wasn't making any sense. Then she started kissing me and hugging me and telling me what a wonderful fuck I'd given her. That much I knew.
"Let's make love again, Paul," she wheedled, her little hand finding my cock and jerking it. "You were so strong last night. You're ever so much better than Alex was, there's just no comparison. Do it to me again, Paul, put that big cock of yours into little Irma."
"No, leave me alone," I said, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. "I'm tired. You fell asleep early, but I kept right on going."
"You can do more, I know you can." So saying, she slipped down my body till she was licking my balls and caressing my cock. I just couldn't get into the spirit of the occasion. The way I felt wasn't unusual. It had happened often enough with Elaine. That shocked me. For a while longer, I just lay back and watched Irma doing her best to stimulate my cock. She wouldn't give up, kept right on sucking even though there wasn't so much as a twitch of life in it. Then, when she saw I wasn't going to comply with her wishes, she turned mean.
"You won't fuck me!" she burst out. "All right, I can take a hint, Paul. Don't you worry about that. You're saving yourself for that little slut, Jessica. All right! But I'll tell you one thing, after last night you haven't got a chance with her."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know her. She doesn't like you screwing other girls, and she only came last night because she didn't believe you'd do it right in front of her. Besides, she hates me, so you can bet your balls she didn't approve of you doing me in."
"I don't think she took that seriously."
That did it. She jumped out of bed, red-faced and furious. "Oh, you don't! I'm nothing to you, is that what you're saying! Oh, you're a real bastard!"
"Take it easy," I said. "That's not what I meant and you know it. What I tried to say was that she knows how I feel about her, and that's what's going to come through in the end."
"You don't think I know her, but you're in for a shock, mister. From now on, you'll be lucky to get anything out of my girl. I'll see to that."
"Now wait, Irma, don't you understand? You're going off half-cocked to stir up trouble when all I'm trying to tell you is that-oh, what the hell-go on, fuck-off. I'm too tired to argue."
She glared at me for a moment, then got into her robe and rushed out. I knew this was real trouble. Irma was a strong personality, one who would institute a movement against me. But I couldn't work up the energy to worry about it.
Later in the afternoon, I was relieved to see Jessica walking towards my cottage. When she came in, I felt a gloating sense of triumph. Irma might be a powerful person in the dorms, but omnipotent she wasn't.
"Hi, Paul," said Jessica. She looked far from happy and I wondered if I was jumping the gun.
"Hello, darling," I said, holding my hand out to her and moving up on the couch for her to come sit down beside me. But she sat down in the easy chair and stared at the floor. Then she looked up.
"It's over. You really hurt my feelings last night. I thought you liked me in the way I like you. But I'm nothing more than one of the girls."
"Is that what you think?"
"It's what I know," she said. "You humiliated me last night in front of everyone. And I'd been stupid enough to boast about what a good relationship we had. Did they give me shit this morning! So that's your big boyfriend, Paul! Your big lover who wouldn't fuck you last night!
"I called for you, but you'd already gone."
"It was too late. I'm really sorry, but this is the only thing I can do. At least I have the satisfaction of breaking it up."
She got up and walked out before I could say another word. I was flabbergasted. She was right and so was Irma. I had underestimated them. But in another sense I had overestimated all of the girls. I had expected understanding and insight where there had only been rivalry and pettiness.
I waited in vain for anyone to visit me. Saturday passed by without one single event to break the monotony, and Sunday went the same way. I spent the whole day trying to figure out the crossword while watching old movies, and before I knew it, the day was over.
On Monday morning I was far from happy. The girls saw it when the door closed behind me. My face betrayed my bad temper, and I gave vent to it at every opportunity. In the course of the week, I discovered that little girls and big girls are equally stubborn. No matter how rotten and nasty, how sunny and agreeable, or how dashing I became, they resisted me as though I was a mere rock in life's playground.
I called Elaine a couple of times and we chatted in a guarded manner. She obviously wasn't ready to try it again, and I wasn't ready to make the offer. Margaret was the only bright spot in my week. She kept me company in the staff room, encouraged me when my new duties as Assistant Principal got me down, and showed continuing interest in my body.
Mrs. Barnes instructed me thoroughly in my new office. She was crisp and business-like for much of the time, but then she suddenly softened and I knew it was time to fuck again. I seized the chance to unload my heavily over burdened loins, but after that I kept her at bay.
It was an important period for me. I. got a lot of work done, a lot of reading and thinking, and my head started to clear a little. No longer was I plagued by my lust. Even during my gym classes, my equanimity remained intact, and I was barely tempted to take a peek. Of course, I did it a few times, just to see how my little buds were faring. But it wasn't the same anymore.
In this frame of mind I was easy pickings for Margaret. Though it hadn't occurred to me to lay her, her come-on was so strong that Friday that I couldn't resist any longer. Looking back over it now, it's difficult for me to reconstruct my own reluctance. After all, she was a damn pretty girl, young, lithe, and desired by all the male teachers, and probably some of the females as well.
Mrs. Barnes, for example, had her eye on Margaret for some time, but the young teacher wasn't able to reciprocate her prurient interest. In fact, she didn't even notice Mrs. Barnes subtle and infrequent overtures, which must have upset the older woman considerably.
By Friday, I was ready to climb the walls. Tuesday had been Mrs. Barnes' turn, and that meant my body had been busily restocking my balls with cream. I was on playground duty when Margaret approached me.
"What are you doing this weekend, Paul?" she asked, looking up at me squinting against the sun. Once again, I noticed how pretty she was, and how sweet those few freckles made her look. Her small breasts were straining against her tight top, and her hands were behind her back, so that she looked for all the world like one of the girls.
"Nothing, I guess," I said.
"You must be famished for some good home cooking. I'll tell you what! You get some good wine and I'll bring the makings for a dinner that'll make you eat like a wolf. No strings. Just good friends having a little get-together. What do you say?"
"Well-"
"Come on. I won't rape you. And you've got nothing to do, right?"
"That's true. Okay, that sounds like fun. Why don't we do just that."
"Great. I'll see you at eight."
"All right."
She walked away, twitching her hips just that little so that her pert, full buttocks quivered ever so slightly with every step. I must have been staring hard, because suddenly I heard a voice beside me say: "Looking around in greener pastures, sir?"
I turned and found Jessica looking at me with mockery in her blue eyes. "Why, yes I am, as a matter-of-fact. One doesn't have as much choice as one would like these days."
"One never knows when the wind might change," she cracked. "I'm willing to forget and forgive-tonight."
"Sorry, I have a date." I felt very cool and removed, much to my surprise, even though Jessica looked more beautiful than ever.
"I'd like to, Jessy, but arrangements have been made and can't be broken."
She glared at me for a second, then walked off. It gave me pleasure to see her get upset. If she had thought she could wrap me around her finger, she knew now that it wasn't easy.
Satisfied with myself, I passed the rest of the day in a kind of euphoria. Misgivings impinged on my good mood now and then, because I knew damn well that Margaret was interested in more than pleasing my stomach. But I figured that if I could make it with Mrs. Barnes to order, I could certainly put up a reasonable showing with a girl I truly liked.
And when she arrived at my cottage that evening, complete with a basket of groceries, I felt more confident than ever. She wore tight, crotch-hugging jeans, a see-through blouse that set her pink nipples off with a shade of yellow, and her thick chestnut hair was pulled back into a loose knot to reveal her prettiness in full.
Paying no attention to my mixed emotions, she set to preparing a fine and filling dinner, in the course of which we actually behaved like good friends. She sat on one end of the table, I sat on the other, and I began to wonder if she had actually been serious about not wanting to rape me.
Even after the first bottle of wine, she showed no inclination to go further. So I pulled out another bottle, and that had mild results. Our conversation turned to sex, and once the subject had been breached, it could not be dismissed.
That was the beginning of a weekend I will never forget. Halfway through the conversation, our hands met, and clasped more fiercely than would the hands of 'just good friends.' A little later we were sitting so close that we were almost on each other's lap. And then, in the middle of a sentence, I interrupted her with a kiss on the lips.
Ever so slowly, we shared that first kiss and let it take us where it would. Her arm came up around my shoulders, mine went around her waist, and I drew her towards me gently, but firmly. She tasted good and I finally understood the line about lips sweeter than wine.
Raising my hand a little, I took hold of her breasts and rubbed them softly, while our kiss continued into infinity. I felt all of my feelings doing an about-turn. Suddenly, all of my dormant affection for her blossomed, and I wanted her more than any woman or girl I had ever known.
She was so soft and so pretty, so very loving, that I could no more turn back than jump over the moon. Deep in the back of my mind, the thought flashed through me: what about Elaine? But, since nothing seemed to be in my control, I could only let this affair take care of itself, too.
Then my hand dropped slowly to her knee, squeezing it for a moment to savor its disarming smallness, and my hand moved from there along her thigh. The jeans were between my hand and her leg, but it didn't seem to matter. I took my time, caressing her through the material, and by the time I reached her crotch, it was quite damp.
"Hold on," she whispered, disengaging herself from me. She unsnapped the waistband and allowed me to pull them off her by the cuffs. With every inch those jeans came down, a new area of flesh was revealed to my eyes. And I liked what I saw.
She had a good tan, with clear white markings where her bikini had been. This was not the kind of girl who enjoys sun baking in the nude, I thought. She just-likes to make love with one man at a time. And that pleased me, as though I was fed up with girls who display themselves at every opportunity.
Her pubic hair was brown and curly, not too thick, but dense enough to conceal her cunt slit. All the more to be explored. I tossed her jeans on the ground and took off my trousers while she undid the buttons of her blouse. This kind of lovemaking would not tolerate clothing.
After we had divested ourselves of clothing, she got up, took a full bottle of wine by the neck and motioned for me to follow her into my bedroom. I came willingly. My cock was out like the lance of a charging knight, pointed directly at her smoothly rolling buttocks.
Now that we were on the bed, we gave in to our every impulse. I got down on her, pouncing like a hungry lion and burying my face deep into her cunt. It was small and smelled of roses and woman, and her juices were abundant, just waiting for me to come taste them. And she grabbed hold of my cock, to feel its power and size with her palms.
We kissed and sucked, loved and kissed some more, exploring the other's body all over. There were no restraints, nor were there any problems. It was as though we'd both been given a blue print of the action to study beforehand. Whatever I wanted to do to her, she wanted to do something to me that required me to be in that position.
I left her cunt for a moment to suck on her small tits, finding them soft and yielding and utterly delicious. While I was busy with them, she was feeling my back muscles and my buttocks, clasping them in her hand and digging her nails in just a bit.
After a series of contortions, we ended up in the sixty-nine position, happily enjoying the other's organ. I fell in love with her cunt, just as she seemed to find inordinate pleasure in fitting as much of my cock as she could into her mouth. I licked her out, sucked at her hole, rimmed her pink ass-hole, nibbled at her clit, and tried to swallow her whole cunt at once, completely absorbed in what was between her legs, so much so that I almost forgot she was sucking my cock.
But my cock knew it, and it was so hard by the time I came to that I had to plunge it into her cunt right away, as one would dip one's hand into a pail of milk after scalding it. To me, this whole venture was a new dimension in sex. I had not imagined that it could be so good with a person as old as she was, twenty-one or twenty-two.
Her cunt was tight and hot, and the insides of it quivered with appreciation as my cock rushed up to the bottom of it. I couldn't see anything or hear anything, all of me was fixed in blind concentration on the part where our bodies were joined.
And Margaret was biting my ears and neck, raking her long nails down my back, and shivering all over with glee as my cock entered her time and time again. I pulled it right back before every thrust, so that the head of it was poised in mid-air before the descent, then shoved it up her with a low grunt and a whipping motion of my hips. Everything was going the right way, my cock precisely between an orgasm and a numbly erect condition, my body savoring hers underneath me, and our timing was just right.
She started to yell suddenly, loud, jerky invocations to my cock to do it just once more, just once more-and then she climaxed like a burst of fireworks. I rested for a moment, my cock idling deep inside her, while she gasped for air.
"Oh, Paul!" she said in a tone of wonder. "Why were you throwing your talents away when you have it in your power to make me so happy!"
I had no answer. Why indeed? We were the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers of sex, what had I been waiting for? Instead of answering, I started up again, this time with long, slow strokes, nudging the entrance of her cunt , then slipping down inside her, back to the entrance, and so on till I teased her into another climax.
"Wait!" she gasped, pushing me away and getting me off the bed. "Man, I need a glass of wine to sustain me. You're fucking me inside out, Paul!"
"That's only half of what you're doing to me," I panted, rolling over on my back and resting for a spell. "Margaret, I haven't fucked like this since my honeymoon."
"This is a nice time to refer to your wife," she grinned, offering me a sip. I drank thirstily, and she downed the rest. "By the way, when is she coming back?"
"I have no idea. We're still talking at an arm's length, if you know what I mean. The less said, the less commitments we have to make to each other."
"Oh, yes, I know that kind of thing. My fianc' and I went through it last year."
"What happened?"
"We broke off," she said, and squatted on top of me to sink her cunt down over my cock. "But don't worry, I won't do anything to come between you and your wife. I just want an affair with you."
She felt delicious when her box came down on me, but I wanted to know more about this. "You mean you wouldn't marry me if I got a divorce?"
"Hell, no. When you marry someone you have to cheat on them. And I don't like cheating. It's as simple as that."
"I see. You prefer to stay loose?"
"That's putting it mildly, but it's close. Oh, yes, that's nice, Paul. That's it, you just bumped into my erogenous zone all at once."
Conversation went overboard as the power of lovemaking asserted itself once more. All I could say was: "Well, since I'm married, I'll just have to keep on cheating," to which she nodded agreeably, but I couldn't be sure if she heard me or not.
I watched closely as her cunt pleasured my penis. Only the base of it stuck out of her hairy, little twat, and I would only get all of it in by forcing her body to come further down. I did that for a while, with excellent results, then relaxed and contented myself with titillating her clit while she kept on driving her cunt along my appreciative cock.
Only when she lay down on top of me with her thighs locking my cock in, did she bring me to ejaculate. Until that time I had been able to resist the impulse just by willpower. But when she closed her thighs, she increased the pressure of her inner lips on my cock so much that I couldn't hold out for very long at all.
She bit into my neck again, and her whole body undulated while my breathing grew harsher by the second. I was grabbing at the bedspread for support as my whole body contracted with the effort to deliver such a heavy load. At last it came into the straight and rushed up my long shaft to blurt loose into her cunt.
Margaret let out a shrill cry, and pumped for a little longer till every last drop had been transferred to her cunt. I felt as though an enormous weight had been taken off me. Lightheaded and more than ordinarily cheerful, I embraced and kissed her as hard as I could, then broke loose and filled up our glasses.
"To a highly immoral, illicit, and erotic affair," I said, clinking her glass. "May we successfully elude the powers that be for years to come."
"I'll drink to that," she said, smiling widely. "Years and years of undetected adultery right here in the bosom of the school!"
We downed several more bottles. Our lovemaking must have made the alcohol evaporate from our systems or something, because we didn't actually get soddenly drunk. Just tipsy, ebullient, and intensely passionate. I lost count of the number of times we made love, mainly because everything we did towards each other was such an emphatic act of love that they overlapped.
All that night and well into the day, we belabored the other's body with our passions. In between time, when we were both too tired to budge an eye muscle, we had cat naps, waking up only to do it all over again. By late Saturday we were wrecked and happy, lying on the couch and watching TV in the nude.
We talked a lot that night, about anything that came into our minds. I felt completely at ease with her. All of the passion and affection I felt could find immediate expression, be it through a touch or a fuck. And never at any point did my mind regretfully wander over those dorms full of girls going without the benefit of my cock.
Nor did I feel like imploring her to shave off her pubic hair or to tie her hair in pigtails. I liked her the way she was, and I took special care to acquaint myself with her cunt thoroughly at every turn. I learned to love her little thatch of hair, to grope around it and wallow in it like a pig in shit or a drunk in wine.
And most of all, I learned to love her full, rounded buttocks. They were dimpled at the flanks, and pushed out towards the rear, causing a sharp slope out from the small of her back. I held them gingerly when she was on top fucking me, so that her ass flesh quivered lightly against my palms. Somehow it represented womanhood to me, those padded cheeks, so nicely formed and just a little bit loose.
We showered together, bathed together, ate together, and made so much love that by Sunday afternoon my cock was a red little piece of flesh dangling without purpose between my legs. She commented on that with a stifled laugh, and I had to admit she was right about it looking spent. So, in a burst of compassion, she spent the afternoon spoiling it rotten with soft kisses, cold compresses, and special attention.
I liked to watch her. When she walked around the room doing commonplace things like clearing the table, her body moved with all the grace of a gazelle. Her flesh was firm, but her buttocks jiggled and her tits did, too, giving me visual orgasms. She was such a nice person on top of all that, and I guess that's what made it so hard to foresee an end to our relationship.
What worried me was that I felt further removed from Elaine. I didn't want her to come back and interrupt our lovemaking. To me life was complete, and Elaine would be a spurious burden. But Margaret knew more about men than I did, and when I confessed this to her, she pointed out that the novelty would wear off, and Elaine would emerge the stronger.
"How could you possibly know that?" I asked, a little prickled by her wisdom. "Have you read the book or something?"
"No, but this isn't my first affair, you know. Men are like that. You guys just aren't biologically equipped to make drastic changes in your lives, that's all."
"Seems to me all women think they have all the answers," I grumbled.
Thanks to her attentions, my cock recovered in time to make Sunday night a whole new event. We made love in all positions before falling asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms. And we might have slept a hole in the day, had it not been for the vigilant Mrs. Barnes, who made a special trip to my cottage sure I wouldn't miss my first class. I didn't.
CHAPTER TEN
We were awoken by an indignant cry, and opened our bleary eyes to see Mrs. Barnes standing by the side of the bed. At first I didn't know what to do. I'm never too bright first thing in the morning. Mrs. Barnes helped us out.
"Get dressed," she said to Margaret. "Get dressed at once and go to your class. What would the students think if they saw their teachers behaving in this fashion? My goodness, I've never seen anything so lascivious, so licentious, so utterly disgusting in all my years in education."
Margaret gave me a secret wink and got Out of the bed to walk into the living room where her clothes were lying on the floor. Despite her simulated anger, Mrs. Barnes couldn't resist taking a peek at those full, jiggling cheeks, and I could understand her interest.
"As for you," she said when the front door had closed behind Margaret, "you, of all people should know better. Now that you're the Assistant Principal, you are supposed to set a high example for behavior. Can you imagine what would have happened if the girls had passed by this window on their way to class. Why, their prurience would have been stirred up and we might have had a sexual revolution on our hands."
"This is me, Mrs. Barnes," I pointed out. "The man who has screwed you on a number of occasions, remember?"
"We're not talking about that. Right now my only concern is to put a stop to this disgusting practice you seemed to have fallen into, that of making love with other teachers at the risk of polluting the girls' minds."
"I can't believe you're saying this," I said, sitting up in the bed till the sheet barely covered the base of my cock, and the outline was clear for her eyes to see. I put my hand over it, not to hide it from her, but to stimulate it a little. "You, of all people, Mrs. Barnes."
"What is your point?'-' she said, avoiding the sight of my cock. "Are you leading up to something?"
"The night of Friday before last I chanced upon your bedroom window," I said calmly, now openly jerking my cock off. "And there my eyes were met with a wondrous sight, the like of which I haven't seen since watching the X-rated version of "A Thousand Nights." Do I need to go on?"
"Point taken," she said, pacing around the room. "But you will concede, Paul, that we cannot countenance this kind of behavior for much longer. I am aware of certain weaknesses in my character, and certain anomalies in my past behavior. All that is over, finished with. From now on, every man jack in this school is turning over a new leaf and that includes me. No more sex. Sex is definitely out. I'll overlook this, but I shall stand for no more."
My cock was hard now, still red from its exertions, with the veins standing out more than usual. It throbbed painfully, but I said nothing. I just lay there, playing with it and looking her in the eyes.' She was weakening.
Suddenly, she went over to the window and peeked through. When she satisfied herself that no one was watching, she undressed and said: "Well, one more time, and then it's over."
She went to go down on my cock, but I stopped her. This time I would make love to her, and in a manner to which she was not accustomed. I lay her nude body down on the bed, and began to lick at her toes, just as I'd seen her girlfriend do earlier. Sure enough, it proved to be one hell of an erogenous zone.
I sucked at her toes one by one, working slowly and thoroughly, determined to undermine her schizoid ruling as best I could. She was weakening even further, sinking into a slough of sensuality from which she would not be able to extract herself without me lifting her out of it.
I kept right on kissing and sucking, regaling her ankles and her calves with my finest, reaching her knees, and starting on her thighs. She was trembling all over and her cunt poked high up into the air, inviting me to come in. My eyes were fixed on her cunt, checking it out as if for the first time. It was a remarkable cunt, one that had seen the most imaginative and no doubt the most brutal kind of action the world of sex has to offer, yet quite pristine in its white shapeliness.
When I got to the top of her soft, supple thighs, I made a detour around her cunt, just skirting past her labia with quick kisses, and straight up to her navel. Momentarily perturbed, she looked up out of her slough, then sank back with a deep sigh. Her cunt was so wet and ready, that I was sorely tempted to retrace my path and go down into it; but I knew this would get her in the end.
Kissing up, reaching her nipples, and taking them between my teeth to bite down hard before sucking her flesh into my mouth and ballooning it so that it chafed against my teeth. Mrs. Barnes liked a bit of pain, and she squirmed like a snake as I treated her tits to some more.
Up to her neck, a brief kiss on her mouth, twisting our tongues together, before I moved rapidly down her body, headed right for her cunt. She tensed up all over and her legs spread out wide, but once again I avoided her cunt. I kissed in the small sensitive areas between her thighs and labia, plucking her cunt hairs between my lips, and breathing on her clit.
She was ready to beg! Her hands reached for my head, but I dodged them and hung around her knees till she pulled them back. Then I eased my way up her thighs again, slowly, once around the perimeter of her cunt, and then I thrust my tongue right up her clit!
She had an orgasm right there and then! Quivering all over, grabbing the bedclothes, and crying out, I could almost see the orgasm rolling through her body. Now that I was there, I really went to town.
I sucked her cunt flesh into my mouth and treated her to some of the chafing her tits had already experienced. If anything, it affected her more. Her hands ran through my hair, and her head was thrown right back so I could only see her throat. And her thighs closed firmly around my head, so I wouldn't be able to escape even if I wanted to.
I was happy down there. By closing my eyes, I could pretend she was Margaret, or Aileen, and that spurred me on. I ate her out till she was helpless, and then I shoved my cock up her so hard that our pubic bones bashed together. She was putty in my hands, and that's when I asked her if she meant to stick by her principles.
"Oh, no!" she moaned. "Who gives a fuck about morals when immorality is such a joy. Fuck me, Paul!"
And that's what I did, as if to sign and seal her statement. I fucked her till her eyes were too tired to stay in focus. I fucked her till she could only stagger out of my bed and dress. Just before she left, she looked at me for a long time, then shook her head, smiled faintly.
