It was the voices that first attracted my attention. Even before I located exactly where they were coming from, there was no doubt what was going on. No groaning or fast breathing yet, but lots of husky whispering and muted, secretive talking. Someone was about to do some serious fucking, that was for sure-or, at the very least, get in some hot mouth action or a little between the-legs finger work.
I dropped my suitcase where I stood, locked the door of my newly assigned room behind me so I wouldn't be interrupted, and headed for the window. Sure enough, there they were. A couple was on the grass right below my second-story window. There was plenty of shrubbery around them so they probably thought they were hidden completely, but they hadn't counted on being spied on from above. Especially by a teacher. I have to admit, though, that what I was seeing made me less and less aware of being Miss Millicent Ward, newly hired teacher at snooty Brightwater Free School, and more and more like being simply a healthy 25-year-old girl named Millie. I mean, Jesus, I can act the part of sensible Miss Prim all day in front of my classes or on the street. But when it comes to being presented with a sight like this couple was giving me, I got hot panties from it just like any other girl would do. Any girl who would be honest and admit the truth, that is. Plenty of them would try to look cool as a cucumber. I'm sure, even though they might have such hot cunts their panties would be fairly dripping.
As I looked down on them I could see the girl fine, but the guy was pretty much hidden by a bush. Damn it, it was him I was dying to get a better look at. The girl was cute. Blonde, long legs, my age or a couple of years older, and nice enough tits to make me just a little jealous even though I've never had any complaints in that department. Until I saw them I took for granted that it must be a pair of high school kids getting it on with each other, but the girl's age made that impossible. Brightwater Free School only went to the twelfth grade, so she must be an instructor like me. I could hardly wait to get my first look at a male faculty member ... the guy who was obviously getting all the attention from her.
I was close enough now to hear what they were saying.
"Don't be so tense, sweetie," she was telling him, "nobody's going to catch us. Last time I only had time to give you a hand job, but now I'm going to show you what it feels like to have a woman's mouth on that cute little cock of yours."
That certainly made me curious. What the hell was going on, anyway? I looked closer but still couldn't see the guy well enough to make out any details. What kind of mommy's boy would a guy have to be in order to rate being talked to by a woman like that, I wondered. What a nerd he must be!
Then I heard him say, "Wow, you really gonna suck it? I've heard of that but I sure never had it done to me before."
I almost lost my balance and pitched out the window. That voice! Nobody but a young kid could possibly sound like that. And a damned young kid, at that. His voice was still high. It hadn't even changed yet, for Christ's sake.
Then as she knelt down, I finally saw him; A little towheaded kid who couldn't have been a day over thirteen! He still had his clothes on, but she had his fly open and his belt unbuckled and knees spread apart so she could get at his cock. She had him down on the grass on his ass and elbows, and she was on her knees in front of him giving his little prick its first blow job. She had her blouse off and wasn't wearing a bra, so the kid had a full view of her tits, and from where I was standing her skirt was pulled up so high in back I could almost see her panties.
I was scandalized. The girl, woman, whatever the hell she was, must be a real pervert. My first Impulse was to yell down and put a stop to the sick scene. But I had too admit she wasn't exactly being taken advantage of ... He seemed to be having the time of his life, as a matter-of-fact.
Even though he was only old enough to have a few hairs around his cock, he sure seemed old enough to enjoy what was happening to him. His eyes were closed and he was starting to move his little ass around on the ground.
She raised her face from his just long enough to say, "GO ahead and lie down, sweetie. All the way. I'm going to work on this thing for you 'till I get a tongueful of come from it." Then she dropped her head back to his cock and went to town again.
This time she worked her hands in underneath the cheeks of his pint-sized ass and started squeezing it in rhythm to the mouth-sucks she was giving him.
He had sweat on his brow by now, and had his hands on the back of her head. You could tell he was really loving it. But this time I'd forgotten all about trying to put a stop to things. It made me feel nasty, but I was actually sweating inside my panties just as though I was watching her blow a guy her own age. I was doing more than just sweating, if you want to know the truth. The lips of my cunt were swelling up and I could feel the love juice start to drip.
"Oh wow!" he hollered out. "You're gonna make me ... oh ... ungh ... you're gonna make me shoot my wad!"
Her only answer was to rub her big tits against his legs and suck more avidly than ever. Her hair was flying over the kid's hard, tight little stomach and I could see streams of sweat run down the back of her thighs. Her skirt was hiked up so far I could see half way up the backside of her panties, and they were so damp they stuck to her skin like she'd just jumped into the river.
But it was the boy that kept attracting my attention. "Dirty old men" are common enough, but you never hear about "dirty old women." I guess I was becoming one-and at the age of only twenty-five! The more I watched the kid roll and sweat under her hot mouth, the more I opened up to the idea of having a fling at someone his age myself. He was just about to come now, if the noises he was making were any indication. He was huffing and puffing like a steam engine and grunting hard every fourth or' fifth time her mouth slid down his cock.
It made me think of the many times I'd had some big stud on top of me and heard him grunt and groan just before he got his nuts off in me. Just because I'd never made it with a kid so young, of course, didn't, mean I was a prude or anything. Far from it. There had been plenty of men in my life, and I can truthfully say I think I can give a fellow just as good a ride as any girl around. I'm not ashamed of my pussy, and I know how to use it. But it had always been with a grown man, or at least someone very near my own age. Here I was beginning to consider taking on a kid barely old enough to shoot off come! I've always been a pretty horny girl ever since I discovered how groovy it is to fuck and suck, but I'd never sunk this low before.
The kid must have come then, because he gave a little yell, then lay back and shook like a dog shaking. off water. A look of satisfaction came over his face, which was as smooth and hairless as a girl's, and he lay with his eyes closed and breathed deeply.
The girl rolled onto her side and just watched him, her elbow on the ground with her chin in her hand. She didn't seem to have come off, but was still obviously very hot. As she watched him I saw her sneak a hand between her legs and diddle the wet lips of her cunt. I knew just how she felt. I'd had guys come too quick or something before, and make me have to do the same thing. But I'd have died if they ever caught me at it.
But I was wrong when I thought she was being sneaky about it. As soon as the kid opened his eyes, she said, "Feel good, sweetie? I thought it did, from the way you were carrying on. Me too. But I didn't get my cookies yet. See what I have to do to myself when I'm so hot?"
She spread her legs and slipped her panties down where he could see what she was doing. I thought the kid's eyes were going to pop right out of his head, He stared at her hot snatch, and at the way she was working on herself with her fingers, as though there was something from another world between her legs. Of course in a way I guess it was something from another world, to a boy that young. He might have got a look at some hairless little girl's pussy before, but never at a grown woman's and certainly not at a hot, wet cunt with fingers working on it!
He just kind of mumbled under his breath, "Jeez!" it wasn't even a word, just an awed rush of air out his lungs.
"Like what you see, sweetie?" she asked him, still fooling with her open cunt lips.
Before he could answer she said, "Bet you didn't know girls ever do this to themselves, did you? But you have, haven't you? You've jacked yourself off plenty, haven't you? I get you grab a fistful of that thing every night, huh ... when you're in bed and nobody can see you? Well, let me tell you something. While you're flogging that thing girls your age are doing the same thing in their beds. Not just young girls, either. Big girls. I ought to know. I'm one of them."
The kid looked real embarrassed. He seemed ashamed of the way she had guessed right about his bed habits. She noted his reddening face and grinned.
"No need to be shy about it," she said to him. "Just about everybody under the sun does this little trick on themselves sooner or later."
As she spoke she nodded toward her open crotch and directed his attention to her cunt, where she still bad her hand going. Prom where I was standing at the window I could see between them, and I saw his little cock start to swell. It had gone limp after be shot off and was only one inch long, but now it was swelling fast toward a brand-new hard on.
"That's right, sweetie," she coaxed him, "Let it get nice and hard again. This time I want to get a real fucking from you."
His eyes glazed. "Can I ... can I put it in and everything? Lie on top and really do it to you?"
"That's exactly what you can do," she answered, "I love to suck it for you and have you come off in my mouth like we just did, but I need it inside my cunt to be completely satisfied. I've got myself so hot from frigging myself that I really want it from you now. Does that scare you? Don't let it; I won't bite."
His eyes were dazed from the sight of her agile fingertips gently rubbing the moist lips of her cunt. When he moved forward she flung her arms around his small shoulders and pulled him to her. I could see her tits press full against his chest, and hear his intake of breath as he felt her hard nipples through the front of his shirt.
"This has to come off," she told him, unbuttoning his shirt. "I want you to know what a woman's tits really feel like ... in the flesh, not just with clothes on."
His shirt, dropped behind him and she rolled sideways, pulling him against her and twisting her skirt to make sure he had easy access to her pussy. From then on the little devil needed no help. He plunged a hand into her muff with greed, and with the other he grabbed one of her naked tits. You could tell he had never handled a woman before. He was shaking all over from excitement and being too rough.
"Slow down," she said. "We've got plenty of time. Feel me up all you want to, but don't be grabby. It hurts."
But it seemed like he hardly heard her. She grabbed his ears and yanked his face to hers. From the looks of it, the kiss she gave him was wet and wild. I'm sure eke must have tongued him. His prick shuddered a couple of times and gave me goose bumps from thinking how it would feel to have my panties full of it.
She put her hand on it and started to jack him some, but he put a knee to the ground and rolled on top of her.
"Oh sweetie," she said, "you're ready to go, aren't you? You're really ready to go now."
The sweat was streaming off both of them. The kid was working his ass up and down before his cock was even in her cunt. She spread wider and guided him in.
He slipped inside her with an eagerness that made chills run down my spine. I felt like a dirty slut for doing it, but when I saw that, I just had to have some relief for myself. I dropped to my knees by the window and jerked my panties down to the floor. My pussy was wet as hell from watching all' that had been going on, and I just couldn't stand it anymore not having anything in it-even if it had to be my own fingers.
I glanced behind to make sure the door was still locked. A silly thing to do, but I would have died if anyone would have caught me bringing myself off in the middle of the day with my clothes on. Much less' the idea of anyone knowing I was spying on a couple while they were fucking.
"Umm ummm!" she moaned. "Now you're doing it. Now you're giving me what I need. Go ahead, you little angel, fuck me for all you're worth. That's it, lemme feel it good. Shove it in, gimme a good hard fucking ... I'm so hot I can't stand it."
The kid didn't need a bit of encouragement. He dug his little knees in the ground and pushed his prong in and out like a crazy person. The sweat ran down his back and made his ass cheeks gleam like a pair of wet rubber balls.
I leaned forward and pressed my chin on the window sill for balance so I could go after myself with both hands. God, but 'I was horny. I hadn't been fucked for almost two weeks, and seeing them at it made me miss it that much more. I have to admit that deep down I was terribly ashamed of myself for acting so downright depraved, but I had just let myself get so involved in watching them that I couldn't help it when my pussy started demanding some loving.
The girl had both hands full of the kid's ass now and was drawing him against her with all her might every time he hunched forward. It looked to me like she was nearly to the boiling point. He had hold of her tits with both hands and was kissing her all over her face like a hungry puppy. His pants were still on, but they were down to his ankles by now and he seemed not even to notice them. His white under shorts were all twisted around his calves, slipping up and down every time he plowed into, her pussy.
I was using one of my hands to part my cunt lips and the other to f rig my clit. My hairy, juicy fuck-hole was finally, getting what it needed.
I remember saying under my breath, "I hope he shoots off in her pretty soon. It'll be darned near like I had him right up here between my legs when he does."
But just before I got to watch the rest of the proceedings, there was a knock at my door. My heart skipped a beat, then rushed like an engine. I was' certainly in no mood to receive visitors-not to mention the way I looked, with my panties to my knees and my skin all hot and flushed from fingering my cunt!
I turned from the window and, from the force of habit, jerked my panties back up where they belonged. I knew whoever was on the other side of the door couldn't see me, but just the idea of having them present out there, with me in such a state, was enough to make me stop what I'd been doing. I held my breath and waited, hoping they'd go away. It was undoubtedly just someone from the faculty staff, and surely what they had to say could wait. But the knock came again, this time louder and more insistent.
"Millicent," I heard a man's voice call out, "are you in there? Millicent?"
Who the hell could that be? I'd hardly' been at Brightwater long to be on a first-name basis with anyone.
"Hey, open up!" he yelled again. "It's the rest of your luggage. Come on!"
I reluctantly adjusted my skirt back to normal and patted my hair into place. I was all jittery from having come so close to bringing myself off without finishing, but I maintained the best I could.
I opened the door to find a tell, friendly guy around forty, prematurely gray and rather handsome.
"Thought you 'had to be there," he explained. "Rope we didn't disturb you too much. I know you must just be getting settled here, but I saw all your stuff sitting on, the ground by your car so I thought you'd need help with it. This is Tim. I've asked him to give you a hand."
He motioned to a strapping boy of fourteen or so, who walked in with two of my suitcases and said, "Where would you like these? There are two more out in the hail."
"Rave to run now," said the older guy. "He'll help you with the rest. By the way, I'm Cliff. I teach here too. Heard you were coming, but hadn't met you yet. See you around."
He was gone then, as quickly as he, had come. I didn't even get a chance to thank him. The boy placed my suitcase where I indicated and went back for the others. But before I could get my Wits about me and run to the window to check on the couple I'd been watching, Tim was already coming into my room with the other luggage.
I'd known, of course, that the school was known not only for its high tuition and its beautiful site overlooking the Pacific, but also as a model though a somewhat notorious one-of a free school. I was just beginning to find out how really "free" they were here. Without a thought, Tim ripped off his shirt and asked where he could wash off. Tugging with all my things had gotten him dirty.
I was a little taken aback by his presumption. After all, I was a teacher-though admittedly a brand-new one-and he was only a student. I told him I guess he could use my bathroom. Apparently my tone gave me away.
"Hey, you're not up tight about the old student teacher bullshit, are you?" he asked. "Because it just doesn't work that way at Brightwater. That's what's groovy about the place."
Apparently there was a lot I was going to have to learn about the, place. But, I didn't want to appear a dodo 'to this fourteen-year-old kid.
"No," I quickly answered, "I'm not up tight. Of course not. Go ahead and wash up."
The smile was back. "I knew you must be okay or they wouldn't have hired you. No straight laced chicks are allowed around here. Students or teachers."
As he walked to the bathroom I found myself paying plenty of attention to the boy's physique. It was obvious he must have been practicing weightlifting from an early age. Not only was he young and firm, but also quite heavily muscled. But my mistake was that he saw me in the mirror. Without batting an eye,' be stepped out of his pants and turned around. He was through washing up, and it seemed entirely rude of him to take off his pants.
"You seemed interested," he said confidently, "so I thought you might like to see more."
He was wearing only his shorts, shoes and socks. As I stood aghast not yet answering, he kicked off the shoes and socks. There he was, in nothing but his white, tight-fitting' jockey shorts. His hairy legs and strong chest and arms were so mature looking, I'll admit, that I couldn't help but wonder if the thing responsible for the lump in his shorts was equally well-developed. But I tore my eyes away so he wouldn't notice my interest.
"I really think you'd better-" I began, but was interrupted.
"I think I'd better, too," he impishly cut in. "I'd better take off my shorts so you can see everything. And while I'm at it, Teach, let's see how you look underneath your clothes."'
"What!" I cried, infuriated at his gall. "Listen here, young man, if you think-"
"Aw, come on," he chided, "you know darned well you like what you see. Don't think I'm conceited, either. It's just that I've had a lot of chicks tell rue they dug my body. Heck, I bet my big sis is older than you, and it was her that first turned me onto fucking. When I was eight years old-"
It was my turn to interrupt. Things were getting entirely out of hand. "You'd better leave," I said coolly, maintaining my composure as best I could. 'What makes you think I'd let you do anything ... what even makes you think I like you that well-besides you're much too young to interest me."
"Oh! yeah?" he came back, challenging me.
"Does this look like a cock that's too little for you? There's plenty of grown guys that don't have one like this."
He was right. The kid-he was naked now-had a damned big cock for his age. I only' hoped I could keep my mind off it.
"It's none of your business what I might happen to think about such things, Tim," I said, as formally as possible. "You can't just come in here and show off like this and expect me to-"
He surprised me by walking over to where I was and taking hold of my shoulder, not hard but firm enough to make me take notice.
"I'll tell you what I expect you to do," he brazenly told me. "I expect you to be just like most girls. I expect you to claim you don't want to fool around any, even though you really want to. You're just like my girl friend back home. All this talk about being goody-goody, but when I'd make her take her blouse off, and she'd feel my mouth on her tits, she couldn't wait for me to have my hands in her panties."
His grip was surprisingly firm. And now that he was so close, his naked cock was pressing my skirt. He was only about my height, so the end of the damn thing was sticking me right in the crotch. There was something about his super-aggressive manner that made me respond to him in spite of myself.
When he put his hand on my blouse and touched my tit, I knew I was a goner. I pulled back and started to say something, but he threw his other arm around me and pulled me to him for a kiss. He didn't just touch my lips. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and started frenching me.
I struggled a little, feeling stupid at being overpowered by a fourteen-year-old. It only seemed to make him more passionate. He pushed me down on the bed and in seconds had my blouse all the way open. My braless tits jumped out and he grabbed them with both hands. I don't mind saying that mine are really nice ones, plenty full but also very firm and high, with nipples that get hard as a tack when I get hot. And that's how they were and he knew it. He put his mouth on one and it made me gasp.
"Jeez, man, these are really nice," he said, getting all excited and impatient. "You remind me of my sis in more ways than one. Coal-black hair and a peachy-smooth complexion. Bet you've got a muff and a half in your undies, huh? Is the hair around your pussy as thick and black as the hair on your head?"
But when I started to answer he snaked a hand inside the waistband' of my skirt and in seconds had his hand on the crotch of my panties. When he felt that I was wet there, he got such a big charge from it that I could feel his cock quake against the front of my thigh all the way through the material 'of my skirt.
That's when the top blew off.
"Come on in, Petey," Tim yelled out my half-open door. "She's ready for it. Boy but is she ready come feel how wet she is!"
To my utter surprise and deep embarrassment, a little redheaded boy no more than eleven or twelve dashed into the room and closed the door behind. Then, with a sly grin on his immature face, he turned and carefully locked it.
CHAPTER TWO
I can't deny I was getting plenty hot from the feel of Tim's mouth on my tits, not to mention the hand that was inside my panties and making me all steamy and wet between my legs. But to have the precocious little devil yelling about it to another kid was too much.
I struggled away from him enough to get his fingers out of my crotch and said, "Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" I tried to make my voice sound cool to 'the point of florid anger, but the tremor in my throat was a dead give away to the way I really felt.
"Don't act alt high and mighty just because Petey's here," Tim shot back at me. "You're not the first teacher he's seen all hot and ready to be fucked."
I sputtered a lot and started to give them both a piece of my mind, but it didn't fool Tim for a minute. He could tell I was dying to be screwed, in spite of my best efforts to hide it.
"Don't leave Petey out in the cold just because he looks a little young to you," be said. "In case you didn't know it, Teach, plenty of boys need it when they're his age, and he's one of them. Hell, he's twelve. I was laying the meat to my twenty-year-old cousin when I was just ten."
Petey had been just standing by the locked door and taking in the scene up until now. But at this point he came to where we were standing in the middle of the room.
"I heard we were getting a new teacher," he said to Tim, "but I didn't know she'd be this good looking. Man, look at them knockers on her."
"Those knockers, not them knockers," corrected Tim with a teasing little laugh. "Want her to think the kids at Brightwater School don't even know their English?"
All the time Tim had been talking he had been engaged in slipping his hand back inside my skirt. And I have to admit I was only fighting him off with the least possible strength. His fingers were all the way down to my crotch again, and even though he hadn't slipped them inside my panties yet, I was plenty wet from just the thought of how it would feel if things went that far.
"The heck with English," the little carrot top retorted, "I'm more interested in French. C'mon, lemme kiss her while you feel her up, wilt ya? I wanna do more than just look, ya know!"
The very idea of the little brat thinking he could do what he wanted with me was appalling ... but from the way his older friend was firing me up, it was also beginning to be true.
The crotch of my panties was more than just wet by then. My cunt was demanding to be touched, with no, more teasing around the thin fabric that Separated his fingers from the moist meat inside. He wasn't even moving his fingers, just applying 'a slight pressure-but even that was enough to make me unbelievably horny.
"All right, Tim," I found myself saying, almost to my surprise. "If you're really as grown-up as you're acting, then let me see you keep on at what you've started. But you've got to get your wise assed little friend out of here. I can't see letting the little twirp stay in the same room with us."
This made Petey laugh. He could tell I was pissed off at the situation, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. He definitely wanted to watch, Tim and me in action, and he apparently wasn't going to let my feelings about the matter influence him in the slightest.
"Keep your frenching little tongue to yourself," Tim warned him. "All I told you to do was come see how hot 'and wet she is, not to sample it."
Petey seemed somewhat abashed. At Tim's words, at least enough so that lie no longer pressed the issue. I let Tim tug me toward the bed while Petey sank to the floor in his tracks and kept watching us, excitement in his eyes and a hard ridge beginning to form in the crotch of his pants.
It was insane, it was mad, but when Tim began unbuttoning my blouse I did nothing to stop him. Petey's eyes fastened straight onto my unfolding cleavage like a magnet, and normally the shame of having such a young kid see me half naked would have been enough to send me bolting back into my clothes-but with Tim's hands on my hot panty crotch and thin brassiere, I was shameless. Petey stayed a few feet away, but it was quite obvious he would have loved to be handling me like his older friend.
"Jees, you really got a pair!" exclaimed Tim as he pulled down the front of my bra and put his hands on the smooth skin of my bulging tits.
"How do you know when you can't even see them yet?" I countered. By now I was so horny I talked straight and said what I meant, instead of acting like a "Lady."
"Here, now you can get at them better," I whispered, reaching behind me and unclasping the straps.
My bra fell to my lap, and I wiggled out of my unbuttoned blouse and let it fall down my arms to the floor. The look in Tim's eyes told me he was more than just a fourteen-year-old kid. His gaze was that of a grown man as he feasted on the sight of my fits, and it was pretty clear to me he had seen more than a. few tits before in his short lifetime. He was obviously comparing mine with those of other girls he had screwed or made out with, and there was no doubt what he thought of them.
A couple of minutes before Petey had entered the room Tim had taken a quick taste of a nipple. Now his mouth was back on me in a flash.
I let myself fall back slowly until I was on my back, Tim bending with me and keeping his hungry mouth glued to my naked tit. Now I was flat on my back and squirming, wanting to be sucked and fucked by the kid, whether he was fourteen or whatever. His fresh young mouth stayed gloriously wet and warm as his tongue traced circles around my hard nipple, and every once in a while he allowed his teeth to touch me just long enough to send a new thrill of passion down my spine.
He rolled on top of me, and I felt the hard protrusion of his young, manhood press the mound of my heating cunt. I had my panties on still, and he hadn't even taken off his under shorts yet, but his cock was big enough and stiff enough to make me feel it through our underwear with no problem. The way I was squirming around beneath him made his cock rub up and down, I, over my cunt automatically, without him having to do a thing, but after just a few movements he couldn't help himself and started pumping his ass.
His mouth on my tits was nearly enough to make me come even if nothing more had happened. I've always been extremely sensitive in that area ever since I can remember, even before my childish nipples started growing into the big full tits of a woman. But he was using more than just his mouth, and I was loving it. He kept dry-fucking me all the while his lips were sucking my tits, and in addition he had slipped a hand under my ass so he could squeeze me against him every time he hunched forward.
"Darn it, Tim, take her panties off so you can stick it in, will you!" Petey called out suddenly.
I was so hot I'd nearly forgotten the kid was there. I realized my eyes had been closed as Tim and I ground away at each other's crotches. When I opened them and looked over Tim's shoulder, damned if the horny kid didn't have his cock out of his pants and was playing with it. No wonder he wanted to see Tim fuck me. He had been watching every move we made from only a few feet away and jacking himself off besides. He was clearly dying to see my naked cunt, even though the thin material of my underwear left very little to the imagination.
Hot as we were, Tim hadn't yet slipped his hand inside my panties and touched the naked flesh of my cunt yet. Now he did it. I felt a wild wet surge of passion surge through my crotch the second his fingers touched the curls of my hairs, and when he went on to the moist lips themselves, I damned near came right on the spot.
He kept up his 'hunching movements, and since his hand was now on my cunt it was almost as though he was masturbating himself. My panties were still on, and it made me wonder how it felt to him to have their silky smoothness between his hand, which was actively trigging my wet cunt lips, and his cock, which was eagerly driving again and again against me from above.
I wasn't sure how much Tim knew about women-how they can come whether a guy's prick is inside them or not as long as they're hot enough by some other means. It was beginning to 'happen to me now, and I relished the familiar rise of wonderful pussy-warmth and squishy wetness that told me I was on the brink.
I started breathing harder and faster and then jammed my cunt against his welcome fingers 'till I came like a slut. I think I was saying something, mouthing some kind of tuck-talk, I'm not sure, but my next sensation was the touch of a hand on my ankle. It was little Petey. Watching me come had been too much for him, and he had to have his hand on me, I guess, even if it was only an ankle.
"Jeez, Tim," I heard him yell, "she already came before you even stuck it in her!"
"Shit, man," Tim excitedly yelled back, "don't you think I know it. She's hot as a goddamned pistol!"
I was still huffing and puffing from my climax, and I knew I could come again soon if Tim kept up the action without letting me cool off too much.
He put his lips to mine, and as our mouths opened to each other I realized we had somehow never even kissed each other during the preceding few minutes of 'passion.
"You mean you're just gonna kiss her?" Petey said with exasperation. "Go ahead and fuck her, for Christ's sake, will you! I never even got to see her cunt yet!"
Petey was well on his way to becoming a dyed-in-the-wool voyeur, it appeared. I looked at him again and saw that he was pumping his boy-sized cock and sweating as he looked on. It was obvious he. was about to come, and I had cast off my inhibitions so much that I found myself extremely turned on by the sight. I wasn't sure if he was old enough to shoot off, but I nevertheless found myself hoping he was. I was so sexed up I really wanted to watch the kid spurt a wad of come out of his pint-sized cock if he was able. The shame of having a kid of only fourteen fuck me was well past now, and even the fact that a twelve-year-old was looking on no longer fazed me. Their firm young bodies were delightful to see, and the fact that neither one was mature yet only added excitement to the episode. I felt a little dirty about it. I have to admit, but not nearly enough to make me want to quit.
"Keep your yap shut," Tim answered peevishly. "I don't need any help from you."
But even as he was talking, he was sliding my 'panties downward of f my hips. He certainly hadn't needed Petey's prodding to get on with things.
I gladly raised my butt off the bed so he could drag them off, and he obliged by stripping me in no time flat. He was so anxious to get me completely naked that he didn't even seem to notice Petey's hand on my ankle in the process. Of course, the little redhead quickly moved it so Tim could go ahead and pull the panties off over my feet, leaving me without a stitch. Then Tim jerked off his under shorts, and I finally felt his naked cock for the first time.
It was only touching the curls of my cunt hairs, but that was plenty sufficient to make my temperature soar once more. I was still wet as a goose from coming, and the cock-hunger in my dripping cunt was tremendous. He hugged me hard to his chest, making my tits feel like bursting, but it was just what I needed. I opened up wide for him and left no doubt about what I wanted. The damp heat of his groin melted into mine then, and right away I was rewarded by the feel of his rock-hard tool sliding into my joy hole. I dearly love the sensation of tool-slide in my pussy, and I must say that what Tim lacked in size he more than made up for with his magnificent stiffness. I've had more than a few men in me who were bang like horses, but when it came to staying nice' and hard they soon let me down. It's one thing to have a cuntful of cock that's barely hard enough to stay inside a woman without falling out, even if it's a nice big one-and quite another thing to have one that's good and stiff, even though it might be a bit on the small side.
"Hey, now I can get a good look," Petey yelped.
"Jeez, what a nice one she's got. It's so juicy she's dripping all over herself. And what a thick bush she's got around it!"
I'd have been not only embarrassed by such a comment but highly pissed off, normally.. Especially considering the source-a spindly twelve-year-old kid. But this was hardly a normal time, to say the least. Under the circumstances, it actually excited me to hear the brat talk like that. And the way he was running his band up and down my leg added Mill more of a thrill. Tim was giving it to me real nice at this point, moving his prick in and out just the way I like it, but the additional spice of Petey's unexpected presence made me hotter still.
"Don't let him bother you with all his yapping," Tim said, breathing hard as he spoke. "I'd make him get, the hell off the bed if I wasn't so ... augh ... goddamned horny and hot for your ... ungh ... hot for your ... umm ... cunt!"
"Forget about him, lover," I whispered, wanting to reassure him. "Just keep feeding me this stiff prick?"
The truth was that I wanted to make sure Tim didn't run him off-the horny little brat was giving my legs such a nice, sensuous massage I wanted him to keep it up. I didn't see how it was possible for Tim not to notice what he was doing to me, but after I told him to forget about the kid, Tim seemed to do just that. I opened my eyes again and looked down over Tim's shoulders to see Petey going to work on himself with one hand and reaching as far up my legs as possible with the other. Just a little more and he would have his hand right between Tim's thighs and mine.
"Oh man, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna get my nuts off!" Tim exclaimed.
I wished he could last just a shade longer, but he'd done so well that I truly didn't have much to complain about. I started working my ass up and down so I could get my goodies in time, but I wasn't quite fast enough, and he collapsed on me as he groaned and shot off. The 'wonderful feeling of a pussy full of hot come was pretty fantastic, even if it wasn't as good as coming. He rolled off but I still kept hold of his cock. I played with it while he lay beside me with his eyes closed and took long deep breaths. Its softness didn't bother me any, but I sure wished he could have stayed bard just a little longer. I kept playing around with it, letting the slippery come run all through my band to his balls, but it didn't show any sign of perking up and getting hard again very soon.
I would have been content to just lie and fool around with his cock 'till it got hard again. I was sure it would come around before too long, Tim being so young and in such good shape. But I didn't have to wait at all. Little Petey suddenly moved up from below and slipped his hand between my legs. Re was much bolder than I had ever Imagined he would be!
My first instinct was to push him away and roll sideways, but when that failed to dislodge the little fucker's hand from between my legs I changed my mind fast. He went straight for my cit and immediately began rubbing real soft and gentle on it with his thumb and forefinger. His obvious experience surprised me as much as it delighted me, but I still wasn't ready to give in to him.
After all, a twelve-year-old lover was ridiculous, I told myself. Fourteen was bad enough, but twelve would really be robbing the cradle.
"Come on," he whined, almost as though asking for milk shake or candy bar, lemme have a piece, will ya! You let Tim do it to you and. he's only two years older than me."
"You ought to have your mouth washed out with soap," I said to him. "Give you a piece, indeed."
I wasn't as outraged by his words as I was pretending to be, but I did think it was awfully cheeky of the kid to talk to me in such a familiar way.
"Okay," he chirped brightly, "I'll let you wash my mouth out with soap if you'll let in a wash out something of yours ... your pussy, with my tongue!"
What sass! But I did have to give the kid credit for a little wit. Back when I was his age, any boys I knew would have been scared to touch a girl, much less talk about it to one the way he was doing to me.
What's more, he promptly demonstrated that he meant what he said. Without even missing a beat, Petey crawled up and plastered his mouth on the wet, red lips of my pussy. He kept his fingers going on my clit and sucked the soft flesh of my outer slit. As hot as I was from not quite making it with Tim only a few minutes before, the attention little Petey was giving me was something I could hardly afford to reject.
I made a sighing noise in my throat in spite of myself, and as be kept up the tongue action I found myself getting nice and wet again.
"Look at him go," Tim said, rolling onto his side and watching us. "Guess he-likes the taste of my come, huh I"
I would have thought that Tim would have been angry with Petey for taking over where he left off right in front of him, but it was more as though he was just a little spiteful.
Then he said, "Don't you, Petey? Don't you? Pull your face out of, her cunt long enough to tell her how my come tastes, will ya? Tell her how it feels to lick my come out of her hole!"
It was more bantering than malicious, making me think the two of them might have been together with a girl before some time or other. His words seemed intended to mock and insult the younger kid, but not to vent any real spleen.
By this time, he was getting so hot I felt his cock rubbing up and down my shins and ankles. He still had all his clothes on, including shoes, shirt and pants-but his fly was open from when he had been playing with himself, and his little prick was red and shiny and hard as a ten-penny nail.
He made no effort at all to answer Tim's badgering comments. He would have had to take his mouth away from my muff to do that, and he showed absolutely no inclination to do so.
I couldn't help telling him how he was making me feel, even though I felt like a dirty whore for speaking such words to a young kid like him.
"That's the way, honey," I whispered to him, "give me a good licking. Umm, Jesus, but that feels good. Tongue it out good for me. Give me a whole cuntful of that hot little tongue, will you ... eat me out all the way, suck my snatch 'til I come ... oh, don't stop ... don't stop 'till I get my goodies!"
The kid was beside himself with desire just as I was. His hand fairly flew as he jacked himself off I reached down and covered it with my own.
"Here, sweetie," I said. "Let me help you out there. Let me work on that thing for you."
He gladly removed his hand and grabbed a tit, reaching over his head and blindly groping for it without even raising his face from my snatch for a second.
"You horny little devil," I said, "I'll bet you didn't think I knew how to jerk you off, did you?"
His only response was a sucking noise and increased activity inside my wet fuck-hole.
"There, you like it like that?" I went on, softly sliding his loose foreskin up over his fat little knob and back again. He was uncircumcised, so he had plenty of smooth, stretchy skin for me to play with.
"Here sweetie, let me get you going."
I let my finger, go a little faster, still careful to give him plenty of pressure without going overboard and squeezing it too hard or too fast.
"Like this, sweetie? like it when I, do this for you?"
I allowed my fingers to travel a bit farther down each time, so that I was gradually giving his scrotum an affectionate stroke every time I moved my hand.
"And how about this?"
I went still lower and handled his balls lightly, letting him know how good a woman can make a male feel if she takes her time and knows what she's doing.
"You sure do sound like you're getting awfully hot, sweetie ... are you about to shoot off?"
Again his only answer was a slurp slurp slurp between my slippery-hot pussy lips. I opened my thighs and closed them again, getting a nice, grip on his ears and hugging his cheeks tightly against my damp akin. Now the kid was beginning' to huff and puff some, just like Tim had been 'doing before he shot off.
"Don't hold it back, let it come. Go ahead and let your little cock shoot off!"
At that instant I felt the hot spray of come fly all over my hand. I've always thought that 'having a man shoot off on you where you can feel it was one of the most arousing things in the world, and this was no exception. Even though Petey wasn't old enough to shoot off as much as older guys, the heat and thickness of his pure white discharge gave me a marvelous sensation as it covered my hand and splattered onto my, wrist. It was almost as good as when Tim had gotten off his rocks into my cunt, where it's more expected. Petey had his eyes closed when he did it, and was scrunching them shut as though in pain. But I knew it wasn't pain at all, but simply the intense pleasure of coming that made him do it.
I stroked his balls some and patted his little cock as it got smaller, then drew my sticky wet fingers to his nose. The smell of his virile young love juice was so lovely in my nostrils that I wanted him to smell it too. He was still lying still and breathing hard, and didn't even seem to notice my fingers under his nose, so I brought my hand to my own nose and savored the wonderful aroma myself.
Tim, who had been lying beside us rather quietly as he rested, became very interested in what I was doing. At first it had been him who was doing shocking things to me, but now it appeared it was the other way around. He stared with glazed eyes at me smelling the come on my hand.
At first I think he was a little revolted 'to see rue acting that way; but then I saw the unmistakable glint of passion return to his eyes.
"Jesus, teach," he said excitedly, "you must really be horny to dig doing something like that."
When I quit limiting myself to sniffing what was on my fingers and began licking it off, Tim was beside himself. I knew it made him think how it might be for me to be licking the come off his own cock. Since all I'd let him do was fuck meand in plain old missionary style at that-I could well imagine bow many new ideas I was planting in his bead.
Petey still had his clothes on, since he had only had his fly unzipped in the first place and had had me jack him off without bothering to take off any more clothes. But Tim was naked as a jaybird beside me, and I could see the end of his tool grow fat and swell farther from his groin with every second. He was getting turned on again fast, no question about it.
I was hot as I could be by this time, considering all the sex play that had been going on with two of them. I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted Tim to do it. After all, he had been resting a while and was fresh for it.
I needed it so bad I was quite willing to talk about it.
"Got some more love for' me?" I asked him.
"You kidding?" he answered. "I've been dying to get my cock back in you ever since you jerked Petey off and then sucked his come off your fingers!"
"Sucking come off my fingers isn't what I want this time, lover boy," I candidly told him. "I want to suck it off the real article for a change-that hard little cock of yours. Any objections?"
"Shit no!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping I could get you to' do that. It was great fucking you, but watching you lick that stuff of Petey's off your fingers makes me want to have your mouth on 'my dick. Will you really give me a blow job?"
I made a move to sit up and reach for my panties, but the kids stopped me with new and loving attentions. I was amazed at what I had said to these two little fledgling fuckers and at the demanding tone of voice I had used, but it got results. And I was much too heated up to think anything about the morality of my actions.
Tim turned back toward me and' scooted up on the bed until his crotch was directly facing my mouth. Although I had initially wanted him to fuck me again while I sucked off his little friend, I now wanted to be fucked by Petey's little prick while I gave Thu a blow job. I was as much in a dither as they were, constantly changing my mind about what I wanted to hive done to me under the influence of their lovely little pricks and their youthful, hard-muscled bodies.
Petey kicked off his pants and underwear and crawled eagerly between my legs. I spread wide for him and felt the tentative probes of his little prick against the damp skin of my inner thighs. He might have fucked girls before, I thought to myself, but maybe the sight and feel of a grown woman's hungry cunt was a little too much for him to handle.
I made him feel right, at home by squirming into position and drawing my long legs up and down on the outside of his. There could be no mistaking the fact that I not only was going to let him fuck my pussy, but that I dearly wanted him to do it.
As I felt the end of his youthful prong slide into the vestibule of my wide-open fuck-hole, I turned my attention to Tim's crotch. His cock was right in front of my face, and he was already moving his hips back and forth in anticipation of having me suck him. I could smell the erotic scent of his sweating 'boy-balls and prick, and even imagined I could feel the heat of his glands against my face.
I stuck out my tongue and bestowed a few teasing licks on the end of his dong. I was teasing myself every bit as much as I was teasing him, but felt like getting him really worked up before giving the full suck-job I had in mind.
"Ungh," he grunted, as the end of my tongue fluttered against his fat little glands.
Umm ummmmm, I heard myself gasp, hardly aware the noise was coming from my own mouth.
By now little Petey's cock was eagerly and gloriously sliding in and out of my hot hole like a piston, and my gasping was caused by the double attention I was enjoying. To have my lips on Tim's cock-I had now moved on to that-was sexy enough to me, but have the added thrill of Petey's prick going in and out my snatch was beautiful.
"Whew," whispered Petey, "this feels better than any time I've ... any time I've ever done it. Your pussy is go hot and wet and hairy ... lots better than the girls my age I've fucked. Some of them are darned near hairless, and they hardly ever get as wet as you are. Their cunts stay dry for a long time unless you play with them a lot-"
"Shut up and fuck her, will ya!" broke in Tim. "She doesn't want talk, she wants a dick up her snatch. Didn't you hear her just get through telling us that?"
Petey obeyed his older friend and got down to fucking. The kid slammed his little ass against me and I began to feel myself start the movements of coming. Deep inside my cunt I could feel the heat swell me up like a balloon. It made me jam Tim's prick all the way into my mouth 'and really start giving him the business. There was no holding back, now. I sucked the hard shaft of his cock just as much as its throbbing red crown.
Petey was going to town on my cunt like a little wild boy. I could feel his taut young stomach slide up and down mine as he drove his tool home. Re suddenly shot me into paradise by grasping my tit in his ravenous little mouth and sucking like a fiend. I was starting to get my jollies now, and I didn't care who knew it.
Tim could undoubtedly feel my tongue and throat quivering on his cock as I made wild attempts to say something, to cry out at how blessedly hot and near to the peak I was, but my hunger for his pulsing prick was too much for me to let it out of my mouth for one second. I jerked my ass up and down on the bed in a frenzy of wet hominess, and when I came I felt the added delight of Tim's cock shooting a mouthful of hot, lovely sperm into my' throat.
"Ungh ... oh Jesus ... shiiiit!" he yelled as he came off in me and felt his come running out the corners of my lips.
Little Petey gave a yelp and sobbed on my wet tit like a baby, for at that very instant he was paying me his dues by spurting a load into my pussy.
The three of us lay quivering and sated from the action, then in only seconds we all relaxed and flopped onto our backs together as our satisfied, deep breathing filled the air. We lay silent for some minutes before anyone spoke.
It was Tim who broke the ice. "Wow," he said, "what a fucking that was! I knew darned well you'd be a great fuck as soon as I walked into the room."
His words sounded a little too cocky for me. "Don't be so wise, Tim," I rebuked. "I can assure you that if I hadn't been especially in the mood for it, you two kids wouldn't have gotten within ten feet of me-much less gotten into my panties."
He didn't seem to be really cowed, but for once he shut up. Maybe he didn't want to risk losing a chance at more pussy at some future date, or maybe it was just that the difference in our ages was finally beginning to mean something to him. As for little Petey, he did nothing but lie on his back with come dripping off his shrunken cock and a big smile on his face.
A very disquieting thought suddenly popped up in my mind. How about Cliff, the fellow teacher who had brought Tim to help carry in. my bags? Did he have any idea what would happen had he ushered Tim into my room on purpose? it was something I would certainly remember to check into when the situation presented itself. But while I was musing over the fact, something much more immediate suddenly demanded my attention.
"Ms. Ward!" a girl's voice called from in the hall. "Ms. Ward, are you still in your room?" she said, knocking on my door.
My heart hit my throat as I glanced at the two naked, sex-sated teen-agers lolling on my bed. It would take at least a few minutes to get them up and get them presentable-how the hell 'was I to explain that elapsed time to whomever was knocking at my door?
"Just a minute," I called back, a little feebly.
"I ... just a minute, and I'll be with you."
What I could do was beyond me, but whatever it was had to be fast, If I was going to avoid any suspicion at what had just gone on in my room.
CHAPTER THREE
My two young Lotharios lay grinning beside me, fully aware of my agitation. Yet neither of them so much as made a move towards leaving the bed or putting their clothes back on. Weren't they as scared as I was of being caught in such a compromising position?
I jerked open a suitcase and threw on a robe, kicking my panties and other clothes under the bed as I did so. I patted my hair into place and hissed "Get the hell off the bed and into the bath room and take every stitch of clothes with you!"
They grudgingly did as I said, much too slowly for my frayed nerves. The girl hadn't knocked again yet; but I could fairly feel her presence on the other side of the door, and I was wondering how the hell I could justify the ungodly time it was taking me to open the door. After all, she was another female. It wouldn't be any big deal for her to see me less than fully clothed.
When I finally opened it, I was faced by a girl about my own age, with hair as blonde as mine was dark, and with a warm smile on her face. She stuck out her hand.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Kate Windstrom. I teach here too. Cliff told me you had arrived and I wanted to stop by and welcome you. We're pretty informal here at Brightwater School."
Her friendly manner was so open and warm that it relaxed me considerably. I shook her hand and stepped back from the door, inviting her inside with a sweep of my fingers.
"How nice of you to come by," I said.
Then I remembered how she had addressed me as "Ms. Ward" when she was knocking on the door. "My name's Millicent," I told her. "Millie to friends. I couldn't help noticing how you called me 'Ms.' instead of 'Miss' or 'Mrs.' That's a welcome thing to bear after my last job, I can tell you."
Kate grinned. "You mean you had to work around male chauvinist pigs who made a big deal out of whether you were married or not? You won't find that here at Brightwater. Not from anyone-women or men. No one here gives a damn about your personal life beyond what you choose to tell them."
I was liking the girl more and more.
"I had to work around enough pigs to make it a big drag to go to work every day ... enough of them to make me want to get away to a new job at a place like I hoped this would be. By the way, by old terminology I'm a 'Miss.' I'm not married."
"Me either," Kate answered. "Haven't yet run across a guy I'd want to be with forever. Not by a long shot."
"I think I'm going to like it here," I admitted. "Seems very low-key and not the least up tight."
"You chose right if that's the kind of place you were looking for," Kate said.
I was still a little squeamish about the state of my bed, even though the boys were hidden away in the bath room. When her eyes wandered to the rumpled bedcovers, it was all I could do to keep my composure and avoid getting red in the face.
"I was pretty bushed after my trip all the way out here," I ventured apologetically. "I ... had slipped into bed for a little rest just as soon as I got all my luggage in."
Kate waved her hand understandingly. "No sweat. I know you must be tired so I won't keep you ... I want one thing-when you saw Cliff a little while ago, did he have One of the young students with him? A kid named Tim? He said he'd have Tim come by my room this afternoon and give me a hand with some things."
Her last sentence seemed a little strained.
"Tim's a kid, in Cliff's care-group," she explained.
"No," I answered, then quickly changing what I'd said. "Oh yes, wait a minute ... that must be the kid Cliff asked to bring my luggage up. But he's gone now. I ... don't know where he is."
I hoped I hadn't sounded too devious or nervous I never 'was a' very good liar.
"What's a 'care-group,' anyway?" I asked welcoming a chance to change the subject. "Isn't that the word you used?"
"Yes," explained Kate. "That's what we call 'the group of kids assigned to each teacher here at Brightwater. You'll be getting your care-group yourself. It's sort of like a home-room class in a public school. Only it's much more personal. You know, you get to know the kids better, and you're responsible for them in a more all-inclusive way than simply concern about their academic progress. It's a great system. I dig it."
When Kate left, giving me a friendly wave and saying we would have to get together soon, I was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that I'd finally gotten rid of her without having the boys discovered, in my room, and disappointed that I bad lacked the opportunity to talk longer with her. She seemed like a really nice girl and I was sure that we were going to get along swell as fellow teachers. It was obvious that she was no stick-in-the-mud.
When I opened the bathroom door the boys had all their clothes on. I told them they'd have to leave pronto, but first I wanted to check the hall to make sure no one saw the two of them sneaking out of my room.
"Who's going to sneak?" posed Tim.
"Yeah," parroted Petey, "who's gonna sneak out?"
"It's no big deal for us to be here, Teach," Tim continued. "You think this is the only time we've ever been in a teacher's room? Ha, what a laugh!"
"I'm more than just a teacher," I reminded them. "I'm a female teacher. And a brand-new one at that. If you'd been in some male teacher's room it would be entirely different."
"You don't have to remind us you're female," Tim cracked, a big smile on his face.
"Not hardly," chirped Petey. "Not after-"
"Just keep your traps shut," I scolded, feeling myself start to get red in the face. "And if r ever hear of either one of you repeating what happened here, I'll ... I'll...."
I couldn't think of anything for a proper threat, so I ended by warning them, "You'd just better not, that's all!"
Even though they wore halfway through the door way, Tim was still blabbing.
"You mean you didn't like it?" he accused incredulously. "You're never gonna make us believe that. Right, Petey?"
"Right!" exclaimed his partner in crime.
"What ... what took place here this afternoon was ... was something very unusual," I stammered. " ... Something that'll never happen again, I can assure you. Just remember that, and see that you don't mention it again. Understood?"
"Okay, okay," they nodded.
But just before I closed the door behind them Tim flung a parting shot. "Better watch what you're doing, Teach," he snickered, pointing to my chest. "Looks like something's trying to get out of there. And if it does, you just might get all hot and bothered again-especially if-"
"Goodbye!" I said, closing the door behind them with finality and breathing a sigh of relief.
I looked down at the front of my robe and sure enough, one of my boobs had somehow become bared all the way to the point. A nipple was peeping out from the folds, in plain view of whoever might have been, there to see it.
I tugged it closer and thought of the view I'd accidentally given the two boys. They had seen plenty of me, for sure, and hardly needed more in fact, they had seen (and done!) more than enough to get me fired from any normal school!
I went ahead, unpacking and musing over everything that had happened. I could only hope and pray that Brightwater was as liberal and open-minded as I had been made to think. If, not, I was going to be in big trouble.
I took a long, luxurious bath after setting my room straight, then went to bed very early. But I must say I didn't go to sleep as quickly as unusual. There was one main fact I had been avoiding ... a fact that I could not help but dwell on with increasing intensity and shame. I, a 25-year-old grown woman, bad just allowed myself to be roundly fucked and sucked by boys only twelve and fourteen years old. They were barely more than children!
What did this mean about me? I would never in my life have imagined myself allowing such a disgusting thing to happen to me. Did what had taken place mean I was, for some unexplained reason, turning into a sex freak of the filthiest kind-a woman who got her kicks by seducing kids less than half her age? Of course, I tried to argue to myself, I hadn't exactly seduced them. It was quite the other way around. But even so, I had to admit that I bad participated, once aroused, with the greatest gusto.
Besides, there bad been the night below my window, the woman and, boy going at it in the bushes when I had first entered the room. It had made me so hot I had to get on my knees and masturbate right on the spot. Surely that had something to do with my letting myself get involved with Tim and Petey, didn't it? Well, it would never happen again, I consoled myself. It had been one of those one-of-a-kind incidents that occurs in every girl's life. When she suddenly finds herself with panties so hot shell do anything for relief.
It would never happen again, I 'repeated to myself as I fell asleep. Yet in my dreams that night, I saw young adolescents with their pants open and their little organs sticking out ... kids as young as Petey and even younger ... mere children with hard little cocks as stiff and straight bones.
And the woman in my dreams who fingered those childish cocks, who jacked them off and played with them, and sucked "them and sucked them until their fat little heads shot off like milky fountains, ... that woman had been me.
Me and me alone in the morning I found myself so wet and hot in the pussy I had to masturbate before I dared get up from bed. I was so horny that if I hadn't brought myself off I would have been tense and nervous all day.
But when I did it, I thought of one of my old boy friends, a manly guy with a hairy chest and a big cock that reamed me out like a roto-rooter. I consciously avoided any thoughts of younger men or kids ... of anything the least bit immature.
I dressed and hurried to the first faculty meeting. It was extremely informal and quite abort, leaving me with the general impression that I was very much on my own in dealing with my "care group," which would be assigned to me the next day. I was told by the Headmaster, a Mr. Ian Carmichael, that my acceptance as a teacher at Brightwater meant that I was automatically credited with being sensible and creative enough to see that my students received proper instruction in the various subjects they were expected to absorb, and that my methods and day-to-day teaching plan would be almost entirely up to my own idea of what was best.
Mr. Carmichael-Ian-was an ancient soul, seventy or more, who insisted on being called simply by his first name. He left early, and the rest of the meeting was scarcely more than an introduction to the other teachers. There were no more than ten in the entire school, which was plenty since the student body was composed of only about seventy or eighty' students, who ranged from six to seventeen. Most of the kids attending were in the lower and middle age groups, with only a few over fifteen.
I saw Cliff again, the teacher who 'had helped me have my baggage moved in, of course. And I saw Kate, who was as friendly as ever. Two others who seemed especially nice to me were Carrie Simons, a striking brunette only a couple of years older than me, and Percy Chileott, a rather effeminate man in his early forties. Cliff, a good-looking man if greying hair and a chiseled features turn you on, seemed to be giving me the eye quite a bit. It made me feel good to have his attention, but I didn't respond openly.
Soon t was walking down the hail with Kate.
"We have two new students coming in today," she said. I agreed to join her in welcoming them. I knew that at Brightwater, a school located in' the lush green mountains of the California coast, was attended almost exclusively by kids from quite wealthy families-actors, company heads, and jetsetters of every kind, for the most part-and that their parents expected a great deal of personal attention for their children.
Just how personal that attention was, however, I was soon to learn, was something that truly shocked me. And if the kids parents had found out, I'm quite sure they would have been astonished and scandalized, to say the least.
We met the kids in the large, plush reception area and introduced ourselves. One was a ten-year-old boy and the other an eleven-year-old girl, the son of a well-known scientist and the daughter of a prominent painter. Their names were Kenny and Caroline: they were both very attractive and healthy children.
Kate explained that she would personally explain Brightwater to them, its rules, privileges and "special fun," as she called it. I was to see them again that night at dinner. We all went to another room.
Then she took me aside and ushered me to a hidden room above, where I was to observe (through a two-way mirror) and listen (through concealed microphones) how she handled the kids.
I was amazed at the procedure and said so.
"Why do I have to do this in secret?" I protested.
"Why can't I just stay with the three of you and-"
"You'll find out, Millie," Kate said in a helpful, but mysterious, tone of voice. "If you bad been here at Brightwater for a while, you could stay with us. But I'm sure you'll agree, after you see what goes on, that that's a lot you don't yet know about this school as well as things the children themselves don't yet know. By taking it all in from up here in this special observation room, you can see what happens without the kids knowing anyone is watching."
I didn't understand why it should be important for the kids to be so alone with her, but I did as she said and went to the chair she pointed out in the observation room. A few minutes later she went back down the stairs to the kids. She immediately put things on a first-name basis with them. The boy's name was Kenny and the girl's name was Caroline.
They both knew the school rules and regulations (which were very few!) from what their parents had told them before sending them there, since Brightwater provided all prospective parents with a full supply of booklets and brochures on all technical 'details of the school's operation. So far I couldn't imagine why sate had insisted that I remain hidden from view.
Then my fellow teacher began talking to them about themselves. At first it was routine fare, such as how many pets they had back home, and what their names were, and things about their brothers and sisters. It turned out they were each an "only child," having no one else in the family except 'their mothers and fathers. Kate pointed out that although they would each have their own rooms at the school, there would nevertheless be many occasions when it would be necessary for them to be in very close touch with other kids.
"It won't be like the schools you've been going to," she reminded them. "You'll be living much' closer together with the other students here. Not just in class, but for meals and also at night. Even around where others are sleeping."
They both nodded, although with some hesitance.
It was clear to them that Kate's conversation was about to move in realms neither of them was prepared for. Then it was out. Kate suddenly got 'to the point, in a way which made little Kenny blush.
"Since you'll be seeing older girls around their bedrooms from time to time, there's something I should ask you, Kenny," she posed to him. "Have you ever seen a girl without her clothes on? Do you know what a girl looks like underneath her underwear?"
CHAPTER FOUR
The little ten-year-old batted his eyes in surprise as his face grew crimson.
"Huh?" he said, unbelieving. "Yeah ... I guess so."
Young Caroline reacted by averting her eyes and maintaining a studied expression of impassivity.
"You guess so?" Kate asked playfully. "You mean you aren't sure whether you do or not?"
"Well I've seen ... you know, I've seen my mother a few times," he responded. "Things like that."
"With everything off," pursued Kate, "or just her brassiere? Did you see everything your mom's got, or just what's on top?"
Now he was blushing furiously.
"Just ... just on top," he said quietly.
The little girl was no longer able to maintain her detached expression. A pretty flush of red was now making its way from her neck to her cheeks and forehead.
"Don't be embarrassed," chided Kate. "Everyone has pretty much the same equipment under their clothes. Girls have"-at this point both children visibly braced themselves for the words they feared they were about to hear-"something in their bras and in their panties that boys love to see."
Caroline and Kenny now nervously avoided each other's eyes. The little boy found himself thinking more and more about the two females in the room. The look on his face made it plain that Kate's words were having a devastating effect on him. The things she was talking about were so evident all around him. Kate's fully-rounded breasts-the visual badge of womanhood-were pressing forward against the fabric of her blouse in a way that made it impossible for Kenny not to center his attention on them. It looked like he might be considering Kate's words and thinking about the other part of her clothing she had mentioned-her panties.
Caroline seemed embarrassed, and I was pretty sure I knew why. Being only eleven years old, she naturally was just getting started in the tit department and I was sure she was mentally comparing herself to Kate and thinking how her own tiny ones must look to Kenny alongside her teacher's mature, well-shaped mounds.
Kate paused just long enough to let her remark about girls sink in, then said, "And of course, boys have something that girls like to see. I don't mean just their muscles and handsome faces-I mean what's between their legs."
The two youngsters sat without speaking. I couldn't believe the things Kate was saying to them. If anyone had told me that a teacher at Brightwater would discuss such intimate things with their students, I would have been aghast. And yet I had to admit that I myself had certainly done things, since my arrival at Brightwater, that I would have never imagined myself doing even in my wildest imagination. The fact that I was twenty-five years old, and my two most recent lovers had been only fourteen and twelve, was still very much on my mind.
"You kids sure are quiet," she said to them in a rather chiding way. "Couldn't be that I'm embarrassing you, could it? They both shook their heads. Neither one wanted "to appear "chicken" in front of the other. Caroline even went a little farther and spoke up.
"Heck no," she said, with bravado in her slightly trembling voice, "you're not ... you're not embarrassing me. I know about stuff like that. My parents aren't complete squares."
"Then you admit you like seeing what a boy has between his legs, Caroline?" asked Kate.
This was a much too directly personal question for the kid, but she handled it as deftly as possible.
"Well sure," she replied, "if you want to talk like that. I ... I like to ... you know-get a peek once in a while at some boy. Especially since I don't have any brothers."
"What do you call the thing between a boy's legs?" Kate pursued, obviously relishing the conversation.
Kenny looked at Caroline with a "betcha-won't-answer-that-one" expression on his face.
But she promptly responded. "Peter," she said. She giggled nervously, then repeated the word. "I just call it a 'peter,' I guess; I don't know. I don't say it much."
"Why not?" asked Kate. "You mean you can't talk about 'peter,' as you call it, in front of your parents?"
"Gosh no," the girl said. "I told you my parents aren't complete squares, but they're too square for me to talk about things like that in front of."
"Well, honey," Kate said, "now that you're at Brightwater things are going to change for you. And for the better, too. You're not only allowed to talk about things, you're going to be allowed to see them, too."
Both kids looked at her with new interest.
"Kenny, why don't you let Caroline see what's in your pants?" Kate said. "She's admitted she-likes to take a peek whenever she gets the chance. Why don't you give her a look at yours?"
If the color of his face had been red before, it was now flaming. Before answering her, he licked his dry lips and moved restlessly in his chair.
"I'm not afraid to," he finally replied, "if she's not afraid to look."
"Stay where you are, Caroline," Kate instructed, "and watch. I'm going to give Kenny a little assistance. Stand up so I can-"
But Kenny interrupted her: "You mean right here," he asked. "And right now? Somebody'll come through here and see us."
"No, that's impossible," Kate explained. "This room is a very special place. You don't have to worry about anyone happening by. A few other teachers and I call this the indoctrination room ... we set it aside for greeting new students and introducing them to the ways of the school. No one else will enter as long as we're using the room ... unless I give permission."
I couldn't help but notice how Kate entirely avoided saying anything about me, and how I was at that moment seeing and hearing everything that went on and what she was telling the kids was really amazing me. Apparently, more than one teacher at Brightwater engaged in whatever went on there. It sounded like a secret society or something, from the way she told it.
Kenny stood up as she had directed, and Caroline was all eyes. The kid was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Kate sat down in front of him and turned him slightly sideways, so Caroline wouldn't miss anything from where she was sitting several feet away on the other aide of the room. Kate put her hands on his young shoulders and trailed her fingers down the front of his T-shirt. She rubbed his hard little stomach and, after a few circular passes around the area of his navel, let her fingertips drop past his belt buckle to his fly.
She patted him lightly and said, "I can feel it right now, Caroline, without even going inside. It appears that your schoolmate here has a bit of a hard-on. Know what that is?"
"I think I do," the young girl said hesitantly. "It's when a boy's peter swells up and gets bigger than it usually is. And longer, and kinda stiff."
"You aren't so dumb, are you, honey?" Kate smiled. "I guess that's pretty good for eleven years old. Do you know what makes a boy get that way, though?"
Caroline grinned widely but made no reply. I couldn't tell for sure whether the kid knew the answer and. just didn't want to say it, or whether she didn't know the answer but didn't want to admit it to Kate.
She looked at Kenny and smiled naughtily. "It's because I'm touching it through your pants, right, Tiger? And because of what we've been talking about. I bet you've got a real nice one in there, don't you? For a ten-year-old, you feel pretty big to me and I've had my hands on quite a few of these delicious things in my life ... men's and boys' both."
Besides being red in the face, the boy was now sweating some. I could clearly see sweat on his upper lip, and was pretty sure his underarms and crotch must be pretty wet too. I glanced at Caroline and noticed she seemed to be pressing her legs together very tightly, almost as though she was afraid something would get out. I think she must have been getting a damp pussy from watching what was going on and was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to hide from herself the warm, wet reality of her budding sexuality.
I felt myself getting a bit worked up, and I couldn't help but remember how I had been at the age of eleven or so-I'd find myself with a wet cunt from dirty thoughts or something, but I would have died if anyone knew.
Kate was quite obviously delighting in what she was doing. She felt him up some more through his pants, then carefully took in hand the zipper of his fly. She saw how avidly Caroline was watching the proceedings, and said, "You'd probably like to have your fingers on him, wouldn't you, sweetie? I just want you to watch, though. I'll take care of everything else."
Kate inched down the zipper, pausing to watch Kenny's face as she did so. The kid seemed to be poised on the brink of shame or fear, but it was also apparent that he liked what was being done to him, even if he was too scared to show it.
Kate's fingers slipped inside and made Kenny start. I wished I could have seen the actual touch of her hand on his little' cock, but it was all done inside his pants. Seconds later she pulled it out, its small red knob glistening like some beautiful and exotic young fruit. Her hand enclosed the shaft at first, but then she opened it up so that his throbbing little cock lay in her palm in plain sight of Caroline.
"Okay, sweetie," Kate said to her, "take a good look. Here's what a 'peter' looks like when it's out in the open. And this is a pretty nice-sized one for a ten-year-old, if I do say so myself."
Kate slipped her lingers up and down the shaft a couple of times, and even though she did it quite slowly, Kenny was' nearly overcome by the pleasure.
His legs wavered and it looked like he was in no shape to keep standing up. What he needed was to lie down, or at least sit down. She saw his need and quickly obliged him.
"Sit here," She said, guiding him a couple of steps backward to a couch.
He sat down without her hand ever coming off his cock for a second. He gazed down into his lap in wonder and delight as she continued her activity.
"See, Caroline," she said, "a boy-likes to have himself rubbed like this?"
The girl was goggle-eyed. Not only was the kid's cock being openly displayed to her, but it was being masturbated as well. I wondered whether Caroline even knew what it was to masturbate-at least for a boy to be masturbated. I was pretty sure she knew how it was for a girl.
Caroline tried to hide how much she liked having her eyes on the kid's cock at first, but eventually she was more open about it and just sat there staring at it with quite obvious enjoyment.
Kate didn't leave it at that, however.
"Kenny," she said, "I think Caroline's ready to learn more about a boy's cock than just how it looks. Let's show her what it can do, all right?"
The boy wasn't quite up it. He wasn't sure exactly what Kate meant. "I ... I don't know what you mean," he mumbled. "I don't know if I ... if I can or not."
"Don't worry, little lover," Kate assured him, "it'll come naturally. I'll show you exactly what to do. You like what I'm doing to you right now, don't you? You like how this feels, don't you? Don't you?"
Kate was only teasing by asking the questions.
With every word she uttered, her hand was going up and down his little cock, and there couldn't have been a doubt in her mind about how good it was making him feel. The kid was sweating like a trooper.
"Well sure," Kenny said, and his voice was trembling, "sure I do ... yeah!"
"You must have wondered what it's like to see a woman naked," she said with a slow smile. "I'm going to show you."
Kate unbuttoned her blouse and her tits popped out. They were nice ones, real nice ... about what I would have expected them to be. But I never would have guessed there would be any occasion for me to see them.
Kenny's cock lacked the attention of her hands now, but the sight of her naked boobs was more than enough to keep up his excitement. His childish cock trembled in his lap like a live-wire.
"You ... you're not even wearing any underwear," gushed the kid, apparently quite surprised at the absence of a bra.
"No, honey," Kate explained, "I don't need one. See how my tits stand out without sagging? Very few girls wear bras these days unless they have to in order to keep their tits from sagging down. Except for the ones who think they have to in order to be 'nice.'"
But such explanations as this were much too cerebral for the boy to be interested in, at such a moment as this was becoming. Re looked like somebody seeing his first pair of knockers, and what followed made me sure of it. Kate took over the entire affair and not only showed him 'things but made him touch them. She took his wrists in her hands and moved his open palms and fingers across the soft skin of her tits, pausing a long time at the nipples.
Caroline looked very uncomfortable in spite of her undisguised interest in what was going on.
Kate noticed her and spoke up to make her feel better.
"Thinking about how small yours are in comparison to mine?" she asked. "Don't let it bother you, sweetie in just a few years yours will be just as big. Those little mosquito bites on your chest are going to swell up fast from now on. You look like you've got a pretty good start right now. If you want to know the truth, I didn't have as much titty as you've got even when I was thirteen. And look how nice mine are now. You don't have a thing to worry about."
Caroline seemed relieved. It appeared Kate had correctly guessed what was bugging her.
As for me, I couldn't keep my eyes off Kenny's immature little cock. I couldn't imagine how Kate was able to talk so much at the same time she was actually doing it. If I'd been in her position, I'm sure I couldn't have stayed so cool and methodical. I was getting plenty hot in my little hidden-away watching place just from watching the stuff my fellow teacher was doing. I knew damned well Kate's cunt must be plenty steamed up ... and the way little Caroline was squeezing those knees of hers together made it plain that even her young pussy was all excited.
"Let me get those pants off for you, sugar," Kate told the kid. Now she was getting down to action. With her big tits bobbing, she drew his pants off over his feet and went right on to his shorts. As she pulled them down, his stiff cock impeded their progress until 'Kate pressed it flat onto a thigh. I could tell she was wanting it bad, now. She unbuttoned his shirt, and had it off and her. She had left his shoes and socks on, and on the floor in one second flat, then lay down on the thick carpet and pulled him down beside found that somehow stimulated me. The kid was naked as a jaybird except for his brown shoes and black slacks which had fallen loose around his ankles.
Kate drew his face to her chest and unceremoniously directed a taut nipple to his lips. He accepted it with no hesitation. I'm sure it was the first time since he was a baby that he'd had his mouth on one, but he began sucking on it and burrowing his nose and cheeks into the soft flesh as though he'd been sucking tits for all those years.
Now his naked body was tight against the front of Kate's. His cock was pressing her in the crotch but she still had her skirt on. It was time to make him do a little work, I guess she decided. She put one of his hands on the waistband of her skirt and asked him to unbutton it and take it off.
He was very awkward about it, but he finally had it off with a little wiggling assistance from her. She kicked off her shoes and lay there with nothing left on but her panties, pale yellow ones with a noticeable dampness over the crotch.
"Go ahead, little lover," she urged him. "Take my panties off. You're going to find something in there you'll really like."
As he did what she told him, Kate encircled his cock with her fingers and began giving the business again. He was so young be didn't have a single hair growing around his balls, yet his stiff little organ stood up as proud as a toy soldier. His balls were surprisingly full and bouncy, even though their surface was unmarked by the slightest trace of hair. It made me feel like a real deviate to gaze at the child's organs and be so turned by what I saw, but I was so hot by then that I really 'had very little control over 'my thought processes. All I knew was that my cunt was hot to trot-land that I'd have given plenty to be down there on the floor in Kate's place with the little boy's cock in my crotch and his mouth on one of my tits.
She guided one of his hands to the damp part of her panties and stroked it up and down across the swollen protuberance of her mound. I couldn't help myself. I had to have something in my own panties, and I had to have it fast. Seeing the kid's hand on her panties like that and knowing damned well it was soon going to be inside, on her wet cunt, was too much for me. I raised my skirt and started feeling myself up. At first I did it against the thin fabric of my panties the way he was doing to her, but I couldn't stand to daily around very long and soon had my fingers inside on the moist meat of my pussy.
Kenny was hotter than ever before. His earlier shyness had all but disappeared.
"Can I put my peter in your panties and rub you with it?" he asked, his voice broken by the rasps of his deep breathing.
"You little angel," purred Kate, "that's exactly what I want you to do. Slip my panties down so you can get to my cunt."
He did her bidding at once and I had a clear view of his lovely little organ pressing its tip into the hairy bush of her suddenly visible pussy. She exhaled in relief as its fiery red knob disappeared into the center. Seeing it happen was almost as good as having it done to me. I was watching them so closely that I felt I could nearly share Kate's feelings ... I slipped the end of my finger against my clit and really began letting myself have it. I kept it up 'till I knew I was going to bring myself off soon, no matter how fast Kate and Kenny progressed.
Kate and Kenny were only part of the show, as far as I was concerned. They were the biggest part and the beat part, but they weren't all of it by a long shot. Caroline was rubbing her legs back and forth like a grasshopper in the background, though not daring to use her hands on herself. But the main thing was what I was doing to myself.
With such a clear view of Kate and Kenny, I was able to let my imagination soar and pretend I was the one with his little cock inside her.
I started jamming my ass back and forth in my seat, and with my eyes firmly fixed on that beautiful little prick moving in and out of Kate's cunt, I brought myself off. The knowledge that I was watching them on purpose, even at the invitation of one of the participants, was wildly exciting to me. I kept my fingers going and enjoyed a second wonderful climax.
I sat back against the back of my seat and caught my breath, then slipped my panties down around my ankles to give my poor pussy a little breathing space. I opened my legs and smelled the sharp, musky scent of my love juices wafting up from below.
Kate had the kid positioned directly between her legs and had both bands on the cheeks of his hard little ass. Kenny pumped away like a pro, even though I'm sure it was absolutely his first fuck. The loving guidance of his teacher, I decided, was surely responsible for his superior performance. Could he come, I wondered? How could a kid too young to even have hair on his balls be able to shoot off?
Whether he could or not, I could plainly see that Kate was on the way to getting hers. She bad begun breathing real hard and fast just as I'd been doing; and was pulling the kid's young body against her own with greater and greater pressure at each, stroke of his tool. A few seconds later and she came off. The little squeals of pleasure, and the way she scrunched up the muscles of her face at the last moment, were unmistakable indications of her final release.
But the kid just kept pumping away as though nothing had happened. He was huffing and puffing with no sign of a let-up. Once again I wished it were my pussy getting fucked. Kenny was so young he had great stamina, which more than made up for the comparatively small size of his pre-adolescent prick.
Kate was in control again, now that she bad had her climax. Even though Kenny was jabbing away at her pussy as excitedly as ever, she was able to turn her attention, to Caroline and carry on a reasonable conversation.
"See how good a boy's cock can make a girl feel, honey?" she said to the youngster. "I wanted you to see more than just what one Looks like, and Kenny has obliged by showing you."
She grinned at the little girl and said, "Of course I know I had to help some with the demonstration, but he was right in there pitching. Or be is, I should say."
Caroline managed a weak and embarrassed smile of acknowledgment. "I ... I'd heard older girls talk about it before," she said, "but I never saw anyone really doing it."
"Keep watching and you're going to see a lot more," invited Kate. "The little devil hasn't come yet, but I'm going to help him make it. I'm going to make your new little friend so hot he'll have a goddamned fit!"
Kate then immediately rolled out from under him, grabbing his cock in her hand and keeping up the motion he'd been getting from her cunt. She gave him a quick kiss as she jacked him off and winked at Caroline over his shoulder. She dropped her mouth down the front of his firm young body and gave him a couple of passing licks when she came to his boy-tits and navel, then dove straight into his hot little crotch.
"Didn't get off yet, did you, honey?" she queried. "Don't worry, I'm going "to bring you off real fast, and you're going to love it."
Her last words were a bit blurred to my ears because of her mouth settling onto the head of his dick. I wondered if Caroline had heard them and whether she knew what was about to happen. The girl sat forward in her seat and eyes widened at the spectacle before her. Kate, her naked body glistening with sweat and her firm boobs bouncing as she moved, was giving the kid a blow job he'd never forget.
Kenny lay back and gasped like a fish out of water. He moved his ass up and down and drove his precocious piston into the wet warmth of Kate's welcome mouth.
Jesus, I thought to myself, can a kid that young really shoot off? Doesn't a boy have to be at least old enough to have hair on his balls before he can come?
My unspoken question was answered in short order. He began gyrating his ass crazily beneath her, started turning his head from side to side as though he was having a spasm, then grunted hard and flopped his arms backwards to the carpet as though were completely exhausted.
For a few minutes Kate lay beside him, softly caressing his back, chest and legs. Then she got up and led him to an adjoining bath room. As they passed Caroline, Kate motioned for her to follow them.
"Come on, sweetie," she said to the girl, "and we'll wash ourselves off. You do look a little messed up yourself, you know, even though you weren't in on the honest-to-goodness fucking."
Caroline glanced at her obviously wet crotch and her face again turned crimson but she got up and meekly followed them without any protests. They were out of ray sight inside the bathroom so I could no longer see what was going on. I used the time to get a tissue and wipe myself off. Masturbating my cunt had made me so wet I was all squishy between my legs and I knew If I didn't wipe off I'd melt of sex all day long.
When Kate came back into the room she was fully dressed. She came up to my watching room and we talked about what had just gone on between her and the kids.
"Where are they now?" I asked.
"After I made them all sweet and clean again," she said with a grin indicating they had both been something less than that, "I dressed Kenny and took them both to their new rooms."
"I can hardly believe what I just saw," I admitted. "I knew Brightwater was very liberal and thought the kids here would probably be allowed to neck fairly openly on campus, but I never dreamed any student would get to indulge in outright tucking. Net with a teacher, at any rate. And not at such young ages as Kenny and Caroline I"
Kate was amused at my astonishment. "That's why I wanted to make sure you got to see everything," she said. "Since you're the newest one on the teaching staff, I wanted to bare all our secrets to you the first day here so you wouldn't freak out. Brightwaters is quite liberal, of course, and the kids do neck openly on campus. A couple of years ago they were allowed to stay overnight in each other's rooms, so you can imagine what that led to. But we had the tacit approval of the parents. So long as we maintain effective birth control measures, the parents see sex between their kids as a healthy part of growing up and an integral part of their education. Most of them are quite liberal themselves, you know, and realize the importance of having their children grow up in as realistic an atmosphere as possible. And for the money they pay to send their little darlings to this place, they expect the very best and most modern education available."
I was beginning to understand that Brightwater was quite an incredible place, and that it was much more advanced than I would have ever dreamed. I felt renewed honor at having been chosen to teach there.
"What a place!" I exclaimed. "But how about sex between the kids here and an instructor, like you just got through doing? I could see how ultramodern parents might condone sex among the kids but do they approve of sex between their kids and the teachers here?"
Kate regarded me with a conspiratorial smile. "Not quite," she admitted. "No, the parents of these kids aren't that liberal. So that's the one part of the curriculum we keep under wraps. What it amounts to is that all the teachers here know about it and most of them participate. The few who don't actively take part approve of it intellectually at least, so no one rocks the boat. The only reason they don't take part in sex with the kids is because they either happen to be too old to dig sex much with anybody, or because they lack the guts to admit they are personally interested in having sex with kids. And remember, we have kids here as old as seventeen-nearly grown, and old enough, to have sex by almost anyone's standards."
I was truly amazed at the information I was getting. "You mean even old Mr. Carmichael? The headmaster? He knows about all this stuff too?"
"You bet your life old Ian knows about it," she retorted. "And don't let his age surprise you. The old duffer can still get it up just fine. As a matter-of-fact none of us would be able to get it on with the kids if it weren't for his approval. It would be too risky, and we would all stand a chance of losing our jobs. But when the 'boss' himself indulges in our little games, who's to worry-right?"
She paused and lit a cigarette. "Ian has his own favorite 'kink,' you know," Kate went on. "His thing is the really young ones ... the six and seven-year-olds are the ones that he gets his kicks from, and eight years old is tops for him. If Caroline had been younger, I'd have saved her for him."
"But she didn't get fucked," I said, "she only watched. She hasn't exactly been used up."
"True," Kate agreed, "but if she had been the age old Ian-likes, I wouldn't even have let her do that much. He-likes to break them in his own way. You know, holding them in his lap and fingerfucking them, getting them to talk about it and everything when he can."
She took a long drag off her cigarette. "Speaking of Caroline, did you notice how hot she got from watching us? She was so damned wet between the legs I had to wash her off almost as much as myself. She seemed to dig having me touch her, too. I think she has a definite possibility of being turned on to other females. If she's around here long enough, of course, she will be."
The way Kate spoke presented me with the sudden realization that my fellow teacher might be something of a lez herself, but I let it pass. After all, as a member of her sex I could hardly discuss the matter without opening myself up to a pass from her if she did have lea inclinations. She was an awfully attractive woman, I had to admit. But I quickly put the idea out of my head. I hadn't ever been so wild as to get into that scene.
I changed the subject. "Yes, I couldn't help noticing how worked up she got from watching you two," I agreed, "but there's something else that attracted my curiosity more."
"I'll bet!" she chimed. "Like seeing Kenny's little cock go to work on me, huh?"
"Yes, but there's something more specific," I said. "It's something I'd never thought 'of before because I've never had any experience with kids."
"Yes?" she urged, wanting to know what it was.
"Well, it's about shooting 'off," I told her. "Can-can a kid as young as Kenny really shoot a load of come? I would have thought a boy would have to be at least old enough to have hair in the crotch before he could do that."
"That's something a lot of people are surprised to discover the truth about," she replied. "The truth is a boy can come at any age if he's properly stimulated. As far as actually shooting off sperm, you're right-he can't do that until he's old enough for his nuts to manufacture it."
I was surprised. "A kid that young can really come, huh?"
"Sure," she said. "The feeling's there. The only difference is that nothing comes out the end of his prick when be reaches climax, that's all."
"I've known a few guys my age well enough to talk about it," I countered, "and none of them ever had been able to come that young. How do you figure that?"
"It's simple," she answered. "Think back. How many of them do you suppose were ever properly excited and fully stimulated for a long enough period of time by someone who was old enough to know what she were doing?"
I saw her point. It was just lack of opportunity that kept most guys from discovering their potential for sex at early ages.
"I guess you're right," I admitted. "It certainly looked like Kenny was getting his. I guess he really was, wasn't he? And the only difference between him and older boys is that he didn't shoot off at the peak of orgasm."
"Right," she said. Then she added another proof of her contention. "And how about yourself? If you're like a lot of girls, you were able to come long before your tits started growing and you sprouted hair on your pussy. Even if you didn't recognize the feeling for what it was. When you were a little girl, didn't you ever bring yourself off by accident ... like when sliding down a banister or riding, a horse or fooling around with your little cunt while you were in the bath or exploring it in bed at night when no one was around to catch you?"
I nodded affirmatively. I didn't elaborate by discussing it. It sort of made me uneasy to be discussing things so intimately feminine with a girl my own age. There was the lurking feeling that Kate might be bisexual, and I didn't want to get too involved in the subject with her at the moment.
"Then it shouldn't surprise you too much to learn that males have the same capability," she said. "Both sexes have basically the same nervous system. It's primarily the physical equipment that's different, not the manner of responding."
I was ready to concede she was right at this point. I felt like a successful member of a sex education class or something.
"Let's go back to 'our rooms," Kate suggested.
"It's almost time for lunch."
I could hardly believe so much had taken place in such a short time, but she was right. We were barely halfway into the day. I couldn't help musing over the, revelations of the morning as we walked back up to our rooms together.
"The other teachers are all in on everything, huh?" I asked, wanting to make sure of that important fact.
"Sure," she repeated. "All of them know and approve, and most of them participate. Of the ones you've talked to for example, I've already told you about Ian. And Cliff, be digs it. Now Carrie, the brunette you met at the meeting who's a couple of years older than us, she's one of the ones who only approves of our scene intellectually. She claims she has absolutely no interest in a male unless he's her own age or very near it. I have my own ideas, though. I think she would really like getting it on with young kids as much as the rest of us but she's just too inhibited to do it. I think she'd love to have a kid's prick in her panties, deep down no pun intended-but Just isn't open enough to admit it ... even to herself."
"Really?" I said.
"That's my opinion," she maintained.
I was still thinking of the other teachers. "Cliff's not so bad-looking, is he?" I ventured.
"No, he's a pretty nice guy," Kate said. "I imagine he's pretty good in bed too, but I have no way of knowing for sure. Re digs on the kids more than on women his own age." She laughed. "Can't say that I blame him, though, since I prefer kids to men my age. For me to criticize him would really be a case of the pot calling the kettle black."
After I changed clothes and freshened up a bit, I went down to lunch. Although the students and teachers of Brightwater were much closer than at ordinary schools and maintained close academic and social contact, I was glad to find that at least the faculty took its meals in a separate dining room. The teachers customarily occupied the same seating arrangement every day, and I was pleased to find that I had been assigned to sit at the table with Kate, Cliff and Carrie.
Ian was seated a few tables away, and exchanged a pleasant greeting with me as I passed. He came by the table for a minute and paused, winding his way through a few other tables where other members of the faculty were eating.
"I hope you're enjoying your position here at Brightwater, Millie," he said, addressing me by my first name and reminding me that he expected the same. With a knowing look he added, "I understand Kate has ... ahem ... explained some of the more unusual aspects of our educational institution to you."
"Yes, she has," I replied, unable to keep a smile from my lips. "Kate gave me a rather thorough introduction this morning when two new students arrived."
"I know you're going to get along fine here, Millie," he said before leaving our table.
It seemed he was pleased that I exhibited no negative attitude when he mentioned the "unusual aspects" of the school.
"So Kate showed you the ropes, huh?" said Cliff.
"I guess you'd call it that," I said.
"Yes, we do have our little departures from standard teacher-student relationships here at Brightwater," offered Carrie. "I think it's fair to call this a very broad-minded faculty."
It was somewhat of a surprise to me to hear anything about the matter from Carrie, since Kate had told me Carrie was one of the few teachers at the school who didn't participate in the affair. Apparently the rest of what I'd been told was also true-that although she didn't go for it personally, she had no objections to other faculty members doing so.
The rest of the meal was spent in casual small talk, except for a remark Cliff made just before leaving the table.
"By the way," he commented in an innocent manner, "I hope Tim and Petey helped you out enough with the luggage. Did they stay around long enough to see that you had everything in order?"
"Why, yes ... yes, they took care of things for me!" I answered, taken aback by his reference to them.
As he walked away I couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was a knowing and somewhat bantering smile or simply his normal way of smiling. But I had every reason to suspect the former. It had been Cliff, after all, who brought Tim by my room that first afternoon to "help me with my luggage." Events since that time bad made me suspicious that Cliff had every right to know what was in the horny kid's mind, and that maybe he had even put him up to it. The clincher was that Cliff had referred not just to Tim, but to Petey as well. Yet Petey had arrived on the scene well after Cliff had left, making it a sure thing that Cliff knew more than he was letting on by his seemingly innocuous comment as he left the table.
That afternoon I had nothing more than a little paper work to do so I finished it quickly and headed for the beach. I went alone on purpose. The beach was near the school but was not private, so anyone could go there. I wanted a little time away from the rest of the faculty to work things out.
It was very sparsely occupied. I lay down in my mini-bikini and began applying suntan lotion to my legs, tummy and arms. Before I'd been there more than a few minutes I overheard one boy say to another. "Hey, wonder who that chick is. I've never seen her here before."
His companion replied, "I don't know, man, but I'd sure like to find out. She's got a great set of tits on her."
The first boy whispered, "Yeah, and look at those nice long legs. How'd you like to have them wrapped around you, hub? I bet she'd be hot slut in bed."
By the time they had passed out of earshot I had had my ego built up quite a bit. Better still, I realized I was in a position to have some unexpected fun. The two boys, who were around sixteen or so, were definitely Brightwater students-yet they hadn't recognized me as being a new teacher. I was pretty sure they were students at the school because I had seen them in the hall that very afternoon. If other boys came by who hadn't yet seen me around school, it might be fun to try to get one turned on and try to seduce him. The fact that he wouldn't know I was a Brightwater teacher, and would be ignorant of knowledge of his probable relationship with the other teachers, made it more exciting to me.
Just then a slim, dark boy about fifteen lay down in the sand a few yards away from me. I'd never seen him before, but knew him as a Brightwater student by his name printed on his towel.
I had my back to him but I could see his reflection in my sun glasses. Boldly, as though I hadn't noticed his presence, I untied the back of my bikini bra and let it lie on my stomach. I didn't leave that much showing, but I had a good idea there was enough titty uncovered to give him a little charge.
To my pleasure, I noticed a definite indication of his approval and interest. And in a very sensual way, too. The center of his bathing suit began to move upward into the sun, showing off a fat swelling that made my crotch tingle with a certain very familiar warmth.
CHAPTER FIVE
I lay watching the kid's cock throb under his swim suit and wondered what it looked like. Would it be one of those fat, thick-bodied ones that are fairly short or one of the longer but skinnier varieties? Or maybe even one that was both thick and long, the kind that really fills a girl up and gives her cunt something to chew on? But at the moment the main question was whether I would even get to see it at all or not.
I kept watching the boys in the reflection of my sunglasses 'till my pussy became very wet just from thinking about how it, would be to have his tool unsheathed and deep inside me. I couldn't keep my mind from wandering and returning again and again to how it would feel to have his youthful, hard-muscled body against mine, with that beautiful swollen part of his swim suit rubbing the crotch of my scanty bikini panties. There was no doubt that he had noticed me, or that it was seeing my nearly naked body which was turning him on. I wondered how he would react if I made a little more of it easily available to his view.
I shifted casually in the sand, allowing the left half of my bikini bra to fall even lower. Now almost the entire flesh of my left tit was visible. About the only part he couldn't see was the nipple and the part which faced away from him.
His reaction was immediate in my glasses I saw him twist his torso and drop his face closer to the sand in an attempt to gain a still better look at my tit. I wondered what thoughts were passing through his mind. Was he thinking about how much he'd love to see my bikini bra off, so that every square inch of both tits would be within his view? Or had he progressed farther, maybe to the point of considering how it would feel to run his fingertips across the soft skin hidden beneath the concealing fabric? Perhaps he was much farther along in his thoughts, and was at that very moment imagining how I would look completely naked, with even the hairy mound of my cunt open to his sight.
The sun beat down on my shoulders and the heat of the sand through my swim suit panties flooded the moist lips of my cunt with a warmth that was becoming more and more insistent. I no longer considered whether I wanted to have contact with the boy-the only, question was when. A few short days ago I would certainly have considered him entirely too young for me. But after my recent experiences at Brightwater, I knew how wrong it was to dismiss men younger than myself. The idea was a cultural hang-up that had nothing whatever to do with reality.
I was getting so horny from the languid sun, and my lascivious thoughts, that I needed release.
If I hadn't' been on an open beach I would certainly have gone to work on myself with my own fingers, that's how bad off I was.
I shifted. around so that I was facing him, carefully keeping my bra from fully opening all the way off without ruining his view of what I'd already presented him. A slight miscue told me it had fallen, a bit more than I planned, and that he might be able now to see the whole boob, nipple and all.
When be saw that I was facing turn he dropped his eyes and tried to pretend he'd never been looking at me. Little did he know that I had been watching his every move.
I pretended to ignore him, which was very hard to do considering the state of his crotch. I began applying suntan lotion again, this time reaching to the middle of my back with it. This bit of contortionism revealed more titty-flesh than ever before, and I could tell by watching him that he was having a damned difficult time keeping his eyes off them.
Soon I quit trying to reach that impossible place in the center of my back and east my eyes. around the beach rather imploringly as though looking for someone who could give me a little help with the job ... which was exactly what I did want, of cones, although I didn't want it to appear obvious.
Our eyes met across the sand.
"Excuse me," I said, "but I wonder if you might help me get this little spot. I burn so easily I can't take the chance of-"
But I didn't even finish my sentence before he was up and across the beach to where I lay.
"Sure," he offered, "I'll help you."
I gave him the suntan lotion and lay on my stomach. Re rubbed it in the right place, and after he was through I could tell he wanted to stay longer. He didn't say anything, but just' kept rubbing it in the same spot.
"Mmmmm, nice," I said.
I didn't want him to leave but I wasn't sure how forward I could be without scaring him away.
"You can cover my whole back if you want," I said. "You know, you do it real nice."
I could feel his hands tremble when I said that part. I knew damned well he must be thinking about how close his fingers were to my tits ... and that's just what I wanted him to be thinking about.
I looked over in the direction of the big rocks a few yards away and said, "Wonder if it would be cooler over there. I wanted to try and get a tan today, but this sun's much hotter than I thought. It's really doing me in."
"Maybe," he said. And then, "Yeah, I think it would. You want to go see?"
I was sure he was getting the picture by now.
I tied my bra back on and we headed for the spot in the rocks. The shade there did make it a little cooler, but my main reason for going there was for, the privacy it offered.
I didn't even ask him what his name was. It seemed more exciting that way. When he started rubbing the lotion in again I asked him to untie the strap of my bikini bra so it wouldn't make a shadow line on my back and he did it without any hesitation. I felt him straddle me and put more pressure on my back.
"That okay?" he asked. "I can reach you better without getting tired like this."
"Sure that's okay," I said.
Now I could feel his butt on the upper part of my thighs every time he made a stroke. The edge of his swim suit grazed across my skin just below my ass with every motion. I squirmed on the towel and let my movements keep no secret of how good it felt.
"Mmmmm," I sighed, "it's better this way."
Now I could feel his balls or cock touching me with each motion. He had let himself fall lower. I couldn't tell exactly which it was that I was feeling, but it made very little difference. Either way it was making me hot as a firecracker.
"Let me turn over," I said. "Do some on my stomach."
There was absolutely no reason for my request that could be justified I could have easily reached that part of my body all by myself, and he knew it as well as I did. That's what I wanted.
Now I was looking him right in the eyes. His face was even more handsome than I'd remembered. My bikini bra still covered my boobs, but it was all askew and was giving him plenty to look at. He still couldn't see the nipples, but my tits aren't small by any means, and the way they were rocking and rolling on my chest made him stare at them no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
I was feeling very hot for fucking and I'm sure my expression must have shown it. The movements of his hands on my stomach caused a slow smile to cross my face and I didn't try to hide it. I was feeling so languorous and sexy that I couldn't help beginning to move my body in a slow but unmistakable rhythm.
His face was beautiful to see. He was dying to get my clothes off and spread my cunt lips with his prick, but didn't quite have enough confidence to carry out his desires ... I imagined his mouth must be dry from the hunger he felt for my body.
"Go ahead and take it off," I told him. "You want to see them, don't you? Then take my top off and look."
His tongue darted across his dry lips and he said, "You ... you mean it? Jesus, can I-"
"They're soft, fellow," I told him, "and they're hot. My nipples are hard from what you've been doing to me. Go ahead. I want you to see them.
Take a look at what you've done to me."
His fingers trembled u he lifted off the scanty top. He took a deep breath as he gazed down at what I had to offer and. I was very proud to have him see it. I should have been-I knew exactly what he was getting a look at. I may be vain, but the truth is I've always had a fine pair ever since they started growing when I was about eleven years old. I've checked them out in the mirror darn near every night since then, not to mention cupping my hands over them and playing with them when I was alone in bed and feeling especially sexy. There have more than a few hot little hands on them, and I haven't had any complaints.
I was pretty sure he couldn't have seen any so fine at his tender age, and I was equally sure he was only about fifteen. It's trite, I thought to myself, I'm getting to be a "dirty old woman." But I don't care-I love it! If I'd known what I'd been missing I'd have gone in for boys younger than me a long time ago.
He started in by running his hands over my tits real lightly and gentle-like, but I was so horny I wanted him not to hold back any of his love.
"They won't break," I told him, "go ahead and feel me up good. I'm sure you've been wanting to."
It was as though I'd plugged in some electrical appliance. The kid kneaded my boobs like dough, and began rubbing his fingertips all over my nipples and the dark areola around each one. Be was. so eager and so virile about the way he was doing it that I wanted his hands on me in a much more intimate place than my tits.
"Take my panties off," I said, breathing hard. "Go ahead. I want your fingers between my legs."
His eyes grew wide with surprise and desire at my words. He hooked a forefinger in the waistband and slipped them down my thighs.
Before he reached my knees with them I said, "Don't bather to take 'em all the way off. I can't stand to wait. Go ahead and put your hands on it. It's so hot I want you to finger-tuck it right now. Play with it, rub it, do anything you want. I can't wait."
He made a noise like a head of steam blowing off and went to it. He stuck a finger in through my hairy bush and when he felt how wet and ready for him I was, he took his other hand off my tit and used it on me too.
"Lover," I said to him, "take that thing out of your pants and let me have it. I want your bands on my tits, and your cock in my pussy, and your tongue in my mouth and ... oh skit, I want to be fucked ... I want to be fucked."
He was a little awkward about it, but somehow that only made it more exciting to me. He jammed his swim suit off his ass with one hand and got it all tangled up between his knees, while his other hand was spreading open my cunt and making me ready for his rod. It was a nice one-nice and thick, with a fiery-red head, a beautiful shaft that looked good enough to eat, and a foreskin peeled back all the way and ready for action.
"Stick it in me, lover," I cried, "God, how I want it!"
I've had bigger ones, but the kid's enthusiasm and youthful power more than made up for any shortcoming in size. The big fat head slipped past my pouting lips and pushed the walls of my cunt apart with a fantastic drive that made my ears buzz and sent a charge up my spine like DC current.
"Oh God, that's what I need, lover," I exclaimed, "do it to .me. Oh do it to me!"
He wrapped his arms around me and I felt a wonderful surge of passion as his hard chest pressed tightly against my tits and his tongue shot into my mouth. I returned his attentions measure for measure and Frenched him back, winding my hungry tongue around his like a snake. I rubbing my damp belly against his and threw my arms around his back with wild abandon. The wonderful wet pressure of his prick inside my pussy made me jam my ass in the sand, and work my crotch against him like a bitch dog in beat. Every time he sank that lovely shaft into my snatch, I rose to meet hint. I slid my hands down his back and grabbed him by the cheeks of his ass so I could get a better grip, then squeezed my legs together on his tool so I could milk every bit of pleasure I could.
I was very near climax and I knew it well. I wasn't going to let the kid go 'til he had brought me off and shot a load of come into my hot fuck-hole that would fill me up and give me what I need. I had a suspicion that be just might not be able to keep it up for too without coming, since he was so young, and I hoped and prayed he'd last long enough to satisfy me.
"Oh give it to me, lover," I cried out, "fuck the piss out of me. Oh my God, sock it to me, sock it to me, lemme have it ... lemme have it ... lemme have it all!"
At that instant I was able to hit my peak and experience a wonderful satisfaction. I was so overcome by it that I must have unconsciously squeezed his prick extra hard with the muscles of my hungry cunt, because he promptly fired off a hot gob of come and fell forward on me like a dead man.
I didn't want him to get up, even though his hard-on was leaving him fast. I kept my arms around his back and held my legs together on it as it grew smaller, savoring every second. When it got small I put my hand on it and started jacking it off. I rolled out from under him and he turned onto his side. I think he was pretty embarrassed now that it was over. His pitiful little cock was covered with come, and even had thick white drops of it in the hair around the base.
I quickly showed him he shouldn't be ashamed of how it looked to me.
"Just lie still," I whispered to him, "I want to get rid of that stuff for you."
Before he knew what hit him, I dropped my face to his crotch and had my mouth on him. I like eating a guy as well as anyone, but there was something special about this particular time. Maybe it was because the kid was so young and his jism was so rich and white and sexy-smelling, or maybe I got some kind of perverse thrill out of seeing it all messy and sticky the way it was. I don't know. What I do know is that I enjoyed licking him more than I ever had in my life. The stuff tasted wonderful in my mouth. I couldn't get enough. I licked his cock and balls clean and even sucked the jism off his tangled mat of hairs. When I got through he was clean as a pin. There was another effect, too. His prick was hard as a rock again. I was so intent on the separate pleasure of licking and tasting his come that I hardly noticed how it was growing. When I felt the bead swell stiffly against my cheek I was as surprised as I was delighted. I should have known a, kid his age would be able to raise a hard again real fast especially with the attention I was giving him. But I was enjoying myself so much I forgot about the extra pleasure of having him hard again.
"Think you can come again?" I asked him. I was breathless. The suck job had stimulated me as much as it bad him, it seemed, because my pussy was hot again and I could feel my love juices begin to flow.
"I think so," he said.
He started to roll back in the saddle but I stopped hint. For some reason I wanted to do it differently this time. Mid I also wanted to have him go after my cunt in a different way.
"Then let me jerk you off this time by hand," I said. "You'll like how I do that."
"Really?" he asked. "That what you want to do? Would you rather do that than have me put it in you again?"
"Yeah," I said, "Lemme do it that way."
I already had my hand working on him. He loved it, of course, and made no attempt to change things. But that wasn't all I wanted. I felt a great sense of power over him for some reason, and I wanted to exercise it.
"And do me the same way, will you?" I said, putting my words more in the form of a statement than a' question. "Frig me by hand too. You've done it before, haven't you?"
"Sure," he said, a bit puzzled by my preference, but quite willing to do it the way I wanted.
He tweaked my hairs and began to rub the wet folds of my pussy between his thumb and forefinger. It felt great, but my steam was rising fast and I wanted more done in a hurry.
I kept my band going on his prick and told him to concentrate on my clit more. He left off masturbating my lips and started feeling around for my cut, but be was doing it too slowly, I used my free hand to guide him there.
"Here, love," I whispered. "Here. Frig me right there. 'Ah, that's it. That's it right there. That's fine. Oh yeah, that's beautiful, that's what I need."
The sweat was running off my tits like crazy and my thighs were beginning to tremble from desire. What I wanted was going to pop me off so sweet I could hardly wait.
"Now lemme feel your mouth on it," I told him. "Go down on me, all right?"
He hesitated a little, but I was sure he'd do it if I pressed for it a little. "Come on, eat me out," I said. "You've licked a girl's cunt before, haven't you? Go on and lick mine." I was high as a kite.
His slight pause ended, and he ducked his head to my naked lap. I spread my legs and egged him on.
"Oh yeah," I encouraged, "that's it. That's 'the way. Lemme feel your tongue on it."
His fingertips were still busy on my clit, so the double action felt grand. At first he played with my clit by band and ran his mouth around the soft, damp rim of my lips, but when I urged his face higher with my free hand, he understood what I wanted and began tonguing the shiny little joy spot itself. I'd been busy on his cock all along, but when I felt the end of his tongue on my clit I speeded up my hand. I wanted to have it in plain view so I could see the jism come rocketing out when be got his nuts off.
He was so excited he shot off before I was quite ready for it, but the sight of that beautiful come spurting out on the sand and running down my hand was so stimulating it made me have my orgasm faster too. I grabbed his head in my come stained hands and held it tightly against my crotch when I felt it build up inside, and when it came I rammed my cunt against his mouth and experienced the peak of the climax with his tongue plastered snugly against my swollen clit.
We both lay sideways on the sand and did nothing for a few minutes but get our breath back.
"Jesus," he finally said, "that was some kind of fuck."
I didn't say anything. I just lay on my back and savored the afterglow.
"Hey, how old are you, anyway?" he asked.
"Oh, old enough to be your big sister, I guess," I replied. I was amused at his sudden interest in my age. Since he was a Brightwater student I was virtually certain he had laid the meat to girls my age before at some time or other. It was probably a safe guess that he had done it with Kate, in fact.
I wondered if he would mention anything about having tucked an "older woman," but he didn't.
My bantering reply seemed to be enough for him.
"Live around here?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered. But I offered no further information and he didn't push for it. I purposely refrained from revealing that I was a new teacher at his own school. I thought it would be fun to let him run into me in the hall some time and have it blow his mind.
It had been at least a couple of hours since I'd arrived on the beach. I got my things together and beaded for the water. I wanted a nice cool swim before heading on back to my room.
Fifteen minutes of immersion in the Pacific did wonders for me. The cool water was so refreshing I was glad I had taken the time to try it. Even though my hair was a bit dirty from the salt water, my skin felt wonderfully alive and tingly. When I walked home past the rocks where the boy and I had had our fucking he was nowhere to be seen. I wondered idly what his name was, but I knew I'd easily be able to find out later.
That night at dinner I sat again with my usual group, Kate, Carrie and Cliff. Now that I was better acquainted with them, they spoke of things openly that would never have been mentioned otherwise. "Tim told me this morning he hopes be has you for a class, Millie," Cliff said to me.
"Really?" I said. 'Well, I'm flattered. Maybe he will be in a class of mine."
"He really must have warmed to you when he carried that luggage up for you," Cliff continued.
I couldn't miss the sexual implication in what he said if I took it literally. It was true, of course. The kid had "warmed" to me, and me to him. Same for Petey, for that matter. But how did Cliff know so damned much about it? When I asked him point-blank, Cliff said that the two kids were in his care-group. He added, 'We're pretty close, you know. They tell me a lot of their secrets."
Kate told him to quit playing around with me and admit how much he knew. Cliff grinned and apologized, and I soon learned everything. Kate was quick to clear things up. She explained that almost all the kids in school were very open with people they trusted, and that nearly everyone's sexual contacts were common knowledge. Cliff had held out telling me he knew, just to tease me. As an extra gesture of good will she admitted she had been in a threesome with a boy and girl that very morning, and said I shouldn't ever be upset at other teachers knowing of any tucking that might take place between me and any of the students in school.
"That's right," said Carrie, "don't let them tease you. Everyone here who has a yen for kids winds up sleeping with them, and no one gives a damn. Don't worry about it."
Coming from her, such a statement was especially welcome. After all, she was one of the few abstainers.
"And how about you," Cliff kidded her, "do you still claim you're completely unmoved by all these good-looking young studs around here? Some day I bet you'll change your tune. One of these kids is going to look good to you one of these days, I'll bet."
"No," she calmly replied, "it's only the grown ones I go for. I can't see anything in these kids."
"She has a boy friend up in Santa Maria that keeps her satisfied," explained Kate. "I think Cliffs right, though. Sooner or later she's bound to get hot pants for one of the kids here at school."
Carrie only grinned and claimed it would never happen. Apparently the subject was one often joked about between the three of them, and I'd be hearing more of it in the future.
Kate told me I was to be allowed to indoctrinate a new student that night, claiming that my scene with Tim and Petey had proven I was "fully capable." She handed me a file and said, "Here's all about him. His name is Bobby. His picture's inside, take a look."
I opened the file folder and did a double take at the picture.
"You ... you've got to be kidding," I exclaimed. "This kid doesn't look a day over eight years old!"
"Seven," said Kate. "You missed it a year. He's big for his age."
CHAPTER SIX
"Seven!" I cried. "You can't be serious. I mean, getting it on with boys in addition to men is one thing ... or even boys instead of men ... but a seven-year-old is nothing but a child. Just a little kid. That would really be robbing the cradle!"
"You'll be surprised at how erotic a little seven-year-old can be," said Kate, unfazed by my outburst. "Besides, you ought to be honored. That's just the age Ian-likes. And it was his own decision to let you have Bobby first. You ought to be proud that the headmaster thinks so well of you after no longer than you've been here. I was here for an entire week before I was given an indoctrination assignment ... and even then he turned out to be fifteen. By the time they're that old they're too near to being men. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that if you want a boy, something truly different to tuck, then you should get a boy ... not just a pocket-sized version of a man."
"I don't know...." I hesitated.
"Go ahead, Millie," Kate urged. "I promise you, you'll love it. It's so much fun to break in a kid that age. It's like writing on blank paper. A seven-year-old is usually as innocent as the day is long.
You get to lead him through every step. Believe me, it's really great to get one that old and give him his first lesson in screwing. Ask Cliff. He'll tell you."
Cliff said, "The age sounds good, Kate, but remember, I'm not into boys. Just girls."
"Yes," volunteered Carrie, "you should have seen Cliff last month with his little eight-year-old friend."
"Eight?" I repeated, turning to Cliff. "But a little girl that young couldn't even take your cock into her cunt lips, much less all the way back. You'd puncture her cherry on the first stroke if you were able to get it in that far."
"There are plenty of other things a guy can do with a little girl besides that," he replied.
It was true, I realized. It had been foolish for me-to jump to that conclusion. There were plenty of things a man could do with a little girl other than making it the regular way. He could finger-fuck her, suck her titties and pussy, dry-fuck her by sliding his cock in. and out between her legs, have her give him a hand job, have her give him a nice wet blow job and lots more. And it was the same way with a boy. There were plenty of things to do with a young boy. Yet the thought of myself messing around with any kid of only seven was difficult for me to conceive. I couldn't imagine, frankly, that a kid that young could be sexually attractive to me, in spite of what Cliff had claimed. And I wondered if the child would be old enough to get anything out of it himself.
"Well," said Kate, "if you really want to turn it down, I'll be glad to take the assignment in your place if Ian will let me. He'll probably want to handle little Bobby himself. If you're sure about it then, I guess-"
But I interrupted her in mid-sentence. "No, wait a minute, I didn't mean I was turning it down.
I ... I just wasn't certain about it. I'll do it."
Cliff and Kate both broke into smiles and assured me I would love the experience. Carrie simply commented, 'Whatever turns you on...."
Kate looked at her watch and said, "The kid's due in the receiving parlor in ten minutes. He's up at the finance office right now getting his entrance fees approved. His parents have already left him in our custody."
I took the file folder in hand, excused myself from the table, and set out to meet him.
Bobby turned out to be a black-haired, clean-cut little boy with big, trusting eyes and a rather shy demeanor.
I greeted him warmly and told him that I was Ms. Ward, but that he should call me by my first name. I had to reassure him twice before he was bold enough to call me "Millie."
We went to a divan and sat down, but I noticed I kept having the feeling I was being watched.
The reason for that was simple enough. Since Kate had let me watch her and Kenny from the hidden viewing room, I kept imagining that someone was up there watching Bobby and me. Then I had a brainstorm. Why not take him up there with me? That way I could be absolutely sure that no one was spying on us.
The only reason I objected to having anyone watching us was that it was my first time in the room with a new student and I felt plain embarrassed ... or would have if anyone had been watching. Later on, when I was accustomed to it, I wouldn't mind having one of the other teachers peeping as. Kate had invited me to do.
The one-way mirror attracted the kid's attention and I realized I could make use of it to seduce him without frightening him. I showed how it could be seen through from the watching booth side but not from the entrance hall side and he was properly impressed.
"Have you ever wanted to do that, Bobby?" I asked. "Have you ever wanted to be able to watch someone without having them know you were even there?"
"Yes," he admitted, "but I'd get in a lot of trouble if I tried to do that at home."
I seemed to be onto something. "Why should you get into trouble, Bobby? You mean you'd like to watch something you aren't supposed to see? Something naughty?"
He cast down his eyes. "Unh huh," he said, nodding affirmatively. "My big Ms. If ... if I could, I'd like to peek into her room at night when she goes to bed."
"You would, would you?" I chided. "Now why would you want to do that?"
"Just to see ... just to see, you know, what she looks like under her clothes," he said slowly.
"How old is your big sis?" I asked.
"She's real old," he replied. "About your age, I guess."
I almost laughed at his idea that I was so ancient. But it would have ruined the mood I was trying to build.
"You mean you've never seen under a girl's clothes, Bobby?" I questioned, making my voice soft and friendly.
"No big girl," he said. "I saw my cousin putting her clothes on after a bath once, but she's only a year older than I am."
"Then she wasn't big enough to have things under her blouse like this, huh?" I remarked, casually passing my fingers over my fully-packed boobs.
"No," he said, "she wasn't ... but you sure are."
"You mean you'd like to see what's under my blouse," I queried, "since you never got to see your sister's?"
"No, I ... that's not what I meant ... I didn't mean I wanted to see ... I mean...." it was clear that the boy was all flustered.
"Don't be so nervous about it," I said, stroking his fresh little cheeks and putting my arm around him. "Lots of boys want to see what girls have under their clothes. And plenty of them get to, too."
"They do?" he said, genuinely puzzled.
"Sure," I said, "especially at this school. We teach lots of things at this school, Bobby," I told him. "Things that kids really want to know about. And one of the things we teach any little boys who are curious enough to ask, is what a girl looks like under her clothes. I'm going to do that right now for you."
Bobby's eyes widened. He pointed to my straining globes. "You mean I can see ... those?" he said. "Yes," I told him, hugging him close. "I'm going to take off my top and show you what these things look like. Do you know what they're called? They're not just things, you know."
His big eyes dropped to the floor again. "I know, but I shouldn't say it. It's a naughty word."
"Go ahead, Bobby," I urged. "Say it. I won't do anything to you. What are they' called?" His voice was barely audible. "Boobies," he finally managed to say.
"What else?" I asked.
"I don't know" he said.
"Tits," I said. "That's another word for them.
And here's what they look like."
I was tired of playing word games with the kid. I wanted to show him some flesh and see how he reacted. I yanked open my top and tossed it on the back of the couch.
My tits sprung out and quivered firmly in front of me. My nipples weren't bard yet, but they were big and dark.
"Your sister looks something like this under her blouse," I told him.
Little Bobby was becoming less shy by the minute. When my boobs stuck out naked in front of his eyes he took a long look and let out a big whew!
"I didn't think they'd be so big," he said. "I think yours must be bigger than my sister's."
He automatically reached toward them, but stopped himself by jerking his hands down to his sides. His face started getting red in a hurry, and he avoided my eyes.
I grinned at him. "Would you like to touch them?"
"Oh no, I couldn't do that," he said, his voice trembling. "I better not-"
But I interrupted him by taking both his hands firmly in mine and drawing them to my tits. His palms were sweaty and his thin fingers shook from nervousness.
"Yes you can!" I said quietly. "There, now doesn't that feel nice to be touching me there?"
He was too overcome with surprise to even answer.
"You've never done this before with anyone, have you?" I asked him in a teasing way.
"Gosh no," he said with a rush of breath.
"You sure your sister never let you do this?" I went on.
"No," he cried. "Heck no. She'd get really mad if I even asked her about it."
"How about that cousin you mentioned?" I brought up. "The one just a year older than you she never let you do anything either?"
"No," he exclaimed. "She didn't even have anything. She wasn't old enough to have any tits."
All the time we were talking I was holding his hands on my tits and I must say I was actually beginning to get turned on. Maybe Cliff and Kate knew what they were talking about after all.
"Don't be afraid," I assured him, "I won't do anything to you for feeling me up. I'm not like your sister. I like for you to touch me there."
"You do?" said Bobby.
"Sure I do," I reassured. "All girls like to have their tits played with. Some of them pretend they don't like it, but they really do, no matter if they have little bitty ones or big ones."
The more he handled them the more he liked them. His childish awkwardness made his touches just that much more appealing.
"Here," I invited, "sit down en my lap and I'll show you something you'll really like."
Since the new position brought him closer to my naked tits, he offered no objection. As soon as he was seated I put my arms around him and pressed his smooth-skinned face into the cleft between them. With very little persuasion on my part be took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it. What a nice feeling that was! Here he was, with the soft, smooth skin of a child-yet with a definite maleness and assertiveness in the hungry way he went after what he wanted.
But I hadn't set him in my lap just for titty sucking, I wanted to give the kid much more of a thrill than simply that. I put my hand on his crotch and sure enough, the little fucker bad a hard-on. It was only about as big as a nickel in diameter and maybe two inches long, but it was hard as a tack, too. I got hot just looking at it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm getting that little cock of yours all hot and hard," I answered, "that's what I'm doing. Doesn't it feel good when I touch you there? Now let me unbutton your pants and get it out in the open where I can see it, and I'll really make you feel good!"
"Don't do that," he cried, "that would be nasty!"
"Aren't you clean?" I asked. "Didn't your parents make you take a bath before you came here? You don't look nasty to me."
"That's not what I mean," be continued. "I mean it's nasty for you to touch it."
"Isn't that something your mother told you?" I questioned. "Isn't she the one who told you it was nasty to have anyone touch you there? Or did you hear someone at school say it?"
"My mother," he meekly responded.
"That's what I thought," I said. "Now let's see if your mother was right about that."
Before he could protest I had his fly open and my hand inside. Be was wearing jockey shorts, and it took me a little while to find the hole, but when I did find it I tugged gently on his little shaft and his midget prick came out in my fingers. I massaged it softly and slowly, letting the stiffness firmly into my palm.
The twin weight of' his marble-sized balls hung comfortably against my knuckles as I tenderly milked the little guy's prick 'til it stuck up from between his legs as proud as a bandy rooster.
"Still think it's nasty to do this?" I asked. "You think anything that feels as good to you as this could be nasty?"
"Um ... I don't know ... but it sure does ... ummm ... It sure does feel good!" he answered, his words broken by gasps of pleasure.
I ran my other hand all around his crotch, patting and caressing him like a baby. That was the strange thing about it except for that stiff little prick sticking out from his hairless crotch, he was very much like a baby. The smoothness of his skin and the small size of his body, along with his dependence on me, made him seem babyish. But that hard bit of maleness between his legs was anything but babyish. I guess you could say be appealed to me on two levels, as "mother" and as lover. I wanted to be real gentle with him and baby him, but I also wanted to arouse his masculinity and make him want to fuck.
He sat with dreamy big eyes as I continued to masturbate him. He soon got squirmy, though. It was time to get on with things and prepare him for action.
"Here, honey," I said, "Let me take these bad old pants all the way off. They're making you uncomfortable. And let's get your shirt off, too. You can bug me better with your clothes off."
Although he had given me a little static when I had first started going into his pants to get his cock out, this time he gave me absolutely no trouble in seconds I had him stripped down to just his shoes and socks. I'd had to get him up and out of my lap to undress him, and now that it was over he made a beeline back to me and grabbed my tits again. He'd found something he liked and wasn't about to let go. He sucked a tit with his 'mouth and hugged the other with both hands, and now that he was buck-naked I had the added enjoyment of feeling his legs against my stomach and ribs.
"What you doing?" he suddenly asked me.
It sort of embarrassed me to have him catch me. What I was doing was sneaking a feel of my own pussy. My skirt was still on, and I had my tree hand underneath it and was rubbing myself through my panties while I played with his cock with the other hand. He was too young to know, what to do, and I was getting so sexed-up that I didn't want to take time to teach him on the spot. "If you must know, Bobby," I said, "I'm trigging myself. Making myself feel good just like I'm making you feel"
"But you don't have anything down there to play with like I do," he protested. "I know that much. Only boys have these, and girls don't have any at all"
"Girls may not have cocks," I explained, "but we've got something just as good. We have pussies cunts-and I'm frigging, mine right now. I'm playing with myself just like I used to when I was your age. I've played with myself ever since I was a little girl, even before I had any hair on my pussy."
"Can I see?" he asked.
It gave me a thrill to know he wanted to look.
"If you're a good boy you can," I told him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean it you keep sucking on my tits and playing with them like you've been doing," I said.
I set him down, off my lap, and stripped down to my panties. Instead of picking him back up I lay down beside him. He had only his shoes and socks on and I had nothing but my panties, which were black and sheer except for the lacy, opaque crotch.
"Can't I sit in your lap any more?" he asked. "Can't I play with your tits?"
"You can play with my tits, but you don't have to sit in my lap to do it," I said. "Come lie down beside me."
"Okay" be agreed, crawling onto the couch with me, "but you still have your underwear on. I thought you were going to show me your ... uh ... what is that thing ... your, uh-pussy-that's it, your pussy. Don't I get to see it now? Haven't I been good?"
"Sure you do," I said, "but I'm going to let you do something better than just see it. I'm going to let you touch it."
"And will you touch me again?" he asked. "Will you do what you were doing to my cock?"
"Sure, sweetheart," I said, reaching for his little tool again and finding still bard as a rock.
He gingerly put his hand on my panties. The touch of his awkward little fingers so near to my cunt sent a shiver of anticipation through my body.
"Inside, Bobby," I urged him. "Put your hand inside my panties and feel around for it."
"But I don't know what to feel for," he protested.
"Then do more than putting your hand in," I advised. "Put your hand inside and yank my panties down far enough to where you can see. I'm pretty sure you'll like what you find in there, honey."
Be stuck a finger inside the leg band and pulled. "No, not like that," I said. "You have to take them oft from the top, just like your shorts."
He grinned and said, "I felt hair under there just now."
"There's a lot more, too," I said. I was getting nervous and wanting his hand on my cunt. "Go ahead and yank 'em off. Then you'll see. And hurry, will you?"
The kid grabbed the waistband and drew them off.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "it's so hairy I can't see anything. It's so thick and curly I can't tell what's under there."
"Put your hands in the hair and feel around," I said. "You'll find something real warm and smooth and nice in there ... something you'll like to play with. And right now it's damp, too. Real damp, almost wet. It's slick and hot."
He stuck his hand in my fuzz and fooled around 'til he came to the naked meat of my cunt lips. I jacked him off a little faster and rubbed my tit against him.
"Right there," I whispered. "There it is."
"Why are you whispering?" he said.
"Because it's a secret," I told him. "That's my secret place and you've found it. It makes me feel real good when you touch me there ... just like your cock feels good when I trig it for you."
"There's a ... a crack there," he said wonderingly. "There's a slit between these two big soft places."
"That's my cunt," I said, feeling the warmth rise. "That's what a cunt is. Put your fingers inside, now. Go on in there where it's warm and moist."
He was so interested in his new find that he forgot all about my tits and used both hands. I kept jacking him off all the while, but doing it gently and rather slowly. He squirmed his ass on the couch and made little thrusting motions to meet my hand. I never in my life would have known that a seven-year-old would be capable of responding in such a mature way as he was doing. "It's so warm in your pussy," he said dreamily. "It's so warm and wet and-"
"Spread the lips, honey," I instructed. "Spread me open so you can see what it looks like." I didn't know whether he could come or not, but I was damned sure needing it for myself. He did as I said, and the scent of sex came wafting out of my fuck-hole like tog. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he liked the smell "Rub your fingers on it," I urged.
He hardly needed any encouragement. Already his fingers were softly working their way inside and exploring the wet tunnel of my cunt with a touch that brought me closer and closer to release.
The kid was getting a real funny look on his face. I wondered if he was about to come. I stepped up the speed of my band.
"That feel good?" I whispered.
Now he wasn't even talking, he just nodded. I put my arm around him and steered one of his hands to my clit.
"Right there, honey," I urged. "Play with that little bump right at the top."
His baby-like touch was delightful-a far cry from a few he-men I've known who treated my pussy like a pinball machine and thought the harder they pushed the button, the higher they would score. Now he was jamming his ass back and forth like any adult. Something was obviously about to happen and it did. The kid made a little whimpering gasp and rolled over on his side where he lay jerking as though having a convulsion. Not a drop came out of the end of his little cock, but it was obvious he was having a climax.
I let him go and jammed my hand to my pussy. I was too near orgasm to wait for Bobby to recover from his and get back to me. A few seconds of fingering my cit brought me off. I felt the old heat rise higher and higher, 'till my whole crotch seemed to explode like a firecracker.
I lay for a few minutes with my arms around the boy, just hugging him. He turned, facing me, and buried his face between my breasts. We were so comfortable we even dozed off for a few minutes.
What woke me up was the touch of a certain little hard prong of flesh poking into my stomach just below the navel. The kid had a brand-new erection, even though he was sound asleep!
I carefully pushed him down to where his cock could slip into my cunt. I was going to take advantage of his hard-on and get a real fuck from the kid. I opened my legs wide and squirmed my ass in pure ecstasy as I guided his tiny tool into position.
I could see why so many teachers at Brightwater dug on young boys so much. They recovered so fast. At their ages, they were ready for a second tuck long before most of their grown, adult brothers were. And for a woman like me who needs it more than once at a time, that's a very important quality.
I held his ass between my legs and began to move him slowly up and down between my legs. It was a fantastic feeling. I was able to get an idea how a man must feel fucking a woman-in complete control over the situation, making the moves when he wants to.
Bobby rubbed his eyes and opened them. He felt himself being nudged back and forth between my thighs.
"What am I ... what are you doing?" he asked sleepily. "What's going on?"
"I'm showing you how to fuck, you sweet little guy," I answered, squeezing my legs together again and forcing his hard baby, prick into my horny hole.
Now he was completely awake. "Um ummm," he grunted. "You've got my thing in your pussy!"
"Damned right I have, sweetheart," I said, "and it's going to stay right there 'til I make you come again. And this time, I'm going to come off too."
Now that he was awake, his natural male instincts took over and he pushed his cock in and out of me without any help from me at all. Re dug his knees into the couch and began battering his cock in and out like a woodpecker.
"Slow down, sweetie," I warned him. "I want that little jewel to stay nice and hard for a few more minutes. Can't have you getting your nuts off and having a limp cock 'till I have time to get my cookies too ... that's what you did last time, you naughty boy."
I had to laugh inwardly at my choice of words.
He could hardly be described as getting his nuts off when he wasn't even old enough to have any sperm in his balls. But from his earlier performance it seemed that was the only difference. Other than that, he acted just like an adult.
I grabbed him by the ass and held a cheek tightly in each hand, enabling myself to exercise some control over his movements. Re obediently slowed down a bit. Now I could take my time and luxuriate in the pure sensuality of being tucked at my own speed.
He stretched forward so he could get his mouth on a tit. I ran a hand up and down his back from his neck to his ass, keeping the other on his ass as before. After a while I encircled the back of his neck and found that he was quite responsive. I could control his mouth action on my tit by tightening or releasing the pressure of my fingers there.
My other tit got lonely and I made him switch.
Now his eager young mouth was busy on the new one. What a tongue the kid had! He was a natural when it came to licking a woman's tits, and since that something I've always adored, I loved the treatment I was getting.
He made a move to go faster with his cock, and this time I allowed it. The combination of his tongue on my tits and his prick in my pussy had made me so hot for fucking I was more than happy to let him speed things up.
Soon he was going like a goddamned jackrabbit. When be started huffing and puffing like a toy steam engine, I knew be must be nearly ready to come again. I was so hot that sweat poured from my forehead and from my armpits, and the scent of that, along with my own cunt-smell and the fresh odor of his little-boy-body, combined to make a heady mixture indeed. I wag wanting it now and wanting it bad.
"Fuck me, honey," I cried. "Fuck my cunt good."
I was so hot I didn't care what I said to the kid.
"Hunch your little cock in there," I told him. "Hammer the meat to me, kid. Fuck the shit out of me. Oh fuck the living shit out of me ... Keep it up ... keep it going!"
He was obviously on the verge of his own climax but this time I was too out of my head to really notice. He made little grunting noises in his throat and his eyes were glazed.
My breath came in gasps now. "Gimme that prick," I whispered, barely able to make my words understood. "Shove it in, honey ... come on, shove it in ... gimme all you got ... let me have it. lemme have it!"
As I came, fairly screaming into his ears, I felt him bite down on my nipple and start shaking all over his body in another convulsion-like display of child-passion. He grunted hard, then collapsed on me like a rag doll This time we didn't just lie there. I made him get up and put his clothes on. After we both washed off a bit-just our hands and faces, since I was in a hurry-I dressed and took him to the room he had been assigned to.
On the way I explained how the school worked, and how he could do most anything he wanted so long as he studied well and demonstrated that he was learning. Just as I was walking away from his door, Cliff came down the ball. He had a big grin on his face.
"Well, was I wrong?" he asked. "You've been gone almost three hours, so you must have done more with Billy than just hand him his key and send him along up to his room."
I smiled. I had to tell him the truth. "No, you're right. We did a lot more than that. And I must say, Cliff, that what you and Kate were telling me about sex with kids is true. I really did enjoy it. At first I think I told myself that I was only doing it for his enjoyment ... you know, letting him see my tits and everything but before long I began to get a real charge out of it, and loved fucking him every bit as much as a grown man."
"That's great," he said, "just great. I was sure you'd find it that way. When I first met you I thought you looked like a woman who could really get into the scene here at Brightwater. I'm glad I was right. There have been more than a few people come here to teach, you know, who didn't fit in at all and had to be let go. And that includes men as well as women."
His compliment pleased me. "Well, I must say, I was pretty shocked at first. But after your little trick of having Tim and Petey come see me in my room, I learned that a person doesn't have to be the same age you are to have good sex."
We walked on toward my room. When I started in he stopped me "Listen, can I come in? Got time for loving before you go to bed?" My answer surprised even me. "No, I don't think so. But thanks for asking."
I felt strange refusing. Cliff was a good-looking guy. The kind of man I normally would have enjoyed letting into my pants. He looked like he would be a good fuck. As he turned away I felt I wanted to say more to him. A strange fact was swimming to the surface of my mind and I wanted to tell him about it.
"Cliff, wait a minute. There's something I have to say to you before you go. A strange feeling, I'm having. I had just realized, when you asked to come in, that I'm getting to the point where I prefer kids to adults instead of just simply being able to have sex with one whenever the occasion arises. I feel silly even saying it, but it's true. I wanted you to know that so you wouldn't take any personal offense at my not asking you tonight."
He was perfectly understanding. More, even, than I could have imagined he would be.
"That's okay," he said. "I thought it might be that way for you. Kate's the same way, so don't let it bother you. The truth is, she and I used to have quite a thing going here-we used to fuck every night. But after we got used to the young stuff, we both admitted that we liked sex with them better than each other. What I'm telling you is that I'm the same way you are. Laying the meat to a really young girl is much more exciting and satisfying to me than fucking any adult woman I've ever met. I was just sort of testing you when I asked you if I could come in just now."
"I'm glad I leveled with you then," I said. "You really understand what I was talking about, don't you? It's good to find out that you know what I mean and how I feel ... because you're the same way!"
"It's a great feeling, too I" he exclaimed. "Some time you and Kate and I will have to get together and talk about new things to do with the kids. Maybe we can even get together some time and fuck in the same room together, each of us with a kid."
He left, and I went inside my room. After a nice hot bath I turned in and slept like a log. No doubt about it, this new job was good for me. For my mind ... and for my body.
The next day was a routine class day. I met with my care-group and taught different subjects to a few other students. After dinner that night I ran into Percy Chilcott, one of the teachers I had been introduced to at the first meeting I attended. To my surprise, he said he had been on his way to my zoom. He had a gift for me, he said, and thrust a package with a bow on it to me. I opened it to find a big box of candy.
I told him I didn't understand and asked him what the occasion was. I hoped he wasn't simply trying to make time with me, because I didn't care for him that way at all. He was a rather effeminate-looking fellow who struck me as being too dainty for my tastes.
"Just think of it as being from Billy and me," he said with an insinuating smile.
He saw that I was still puzzled. "It's for the way you 'broke him in' to Brightwater ways the first night he was here-you know, last night. You see, Billy was assigned to my care-group. He and I spent a lot of time together today ... alone, if you know what I mean. And because of the excellent manner in which you introduced him to our practices here, Billy was able to respond to my own ... uh, attentions ... with a very welcome lack of inhibitions."
Before I could respond he smiled, called out "thanks again" as he walked on down the hall, and was soon out of sight.
My first response was one of outrage. Evidently the guy was queer, and had seduced little Billy. And then had gall to thank me for what he imagined to be my part in making things easier, for him! But I soon calmed down.
When I thought the thing through I realized I had no right at all to be angry with Percy. Just because he was gay was no reason for me to condemn him. His seduction of Billy was no worse, really, than mine had been. He simply happened to like boys instead of girls. He had as much right to suck a kid's cock as I did. Perhaps even possessiveness was involved, I admitted to myself. Since I had been the first one to have sex with Billy, I had developed a slight feeling of ownership about him. Well, from now on that would not be operating. No one, no matter which sex, had any more right to get it on with a kid than any body else did. It was strictly up to the kid-if he or she wanted to ball the person, that's all that mattered.
The next day I mentioned what had happened to Kate.
"Yeah," she said, "Percy's a nice guy. And think of it like this-you and I have a lot in common with him, since all three of us like young boys."
I laughed in her own way she was right. Of course she was ignoring the fact that Percy just happened to be of a different sex than she and I, and that for him to like little boys was quite different from our liking them. But there did seem to be a certain screwy parallel there somewhere, if one could only find it.
Then the two of us began talking about our latest sex bouts. Mine had been with Billy, but hers had been with a boy and girl. I told her every detail of what Billy and I had done and she was quite interested. She admitted it was making her hot in the crotch just to hear about it. I asked her to do the same and tell me about her latest fling.
Who were the kids? I wanted to know.
"You've met them," she said.
Since I knew it was both a boy and a girl, I guessed Kenny and Caroline. "Only half right," she said. "It was Caroline all right, but the boy was Petey. I've already had Kenny recently. The night I let you watch, remember?"
"How could I forget?" I said. "But Caroline was there then, too. How come you included her, but not Kenny?" I couldn't understand.
"Caroline only watched that night with Kenny," explained Kate. "Last night with Petey she joined right in."
"You mean she and Petey got it on?" I asked.
"Not just, she and Petey," Kate said. "She and I, too."
"You mean...." I began.
"Sure, Millie," she replied, "I go both ways. Didn't you know that? I like little girls about as much as little boys. I thought you knew that."
I was a bit flustered. I told her I had heard her mention being with both a boy and girl at one time, but that I had thought she was fucking the boy while the girl watched, as she had done with Kenny and Caroline.
"No, I only did it that way because Caroline was shy," she explained. "If she had been 'broken in' I would have loved nothing better than getting her clothes off and inviting her into the action. Licking and finger-fucking a little girl is almost as much fun as doing it to a little boy. You really ought to try it some time."
I told her that boys were so much of a delight I couldn't imagine having any fun with a member of my own sex.
"Well, don't knock it 'till you've tried it," she said with a grin, lighting a cigarette.
I reminded her to tell me about her threesome. She told me that she bad got Petey all worked up first but before he would let him fuck her, she told him, he was going to fuck Caroline instead.
Then they went to Caroline's room and got her out of bed. Kate explained that she was going to do the same thing with Petey that she bad done with Kenny, and asked if Caroline wanted to watch as she bad done before. She said yes.
"Remember how hot to trot Caroline was the night I let her watch Kenny and me fuck?"
"Sure," I said. "She kept rubbing her legs together and trying to keep anyone from noticing."
"Right," Kate continued. "Well this time it was different. After she started getting steamed up from watching Petey play with my tits, I gave her a little surprise. I leaned over and pulled her nightgown up and showed her I knew how hot she was. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her little snatch was so hot it was dripping juice all down the inside of her thighs. She didn't have much hair on it, just a little at the top, but that didn't keep her from wanting a hot dick inside her and I knew it didn't.
"I told her to lie down and get ready for her first fuck. She was so horny she, did just as I asked. Then I got Petey into bed with her and she went for it like a little whore. I let him fuck her 'till he broke her cherry and shot off, but I could tell she was still hot as a pistol and hadn't gotten off yet. By that time she was damned hungry for it, and she didn't protest a bit when I took Petey's place in bed with her. I masturbated her with my fingers 'til she came off, then waited a few minutes and sucked her pussy 'til she came again."
Kate was getting awfully worked up just from telling me about it, I could tell. There was a glint. In her eye as she continued:
"By that time Petey was hard again and reminded me that I had promised to let him fuck me after Caroline. He didn't have to ask twice. I lay down in Caroline's bed and he went to work. While he was laying the meat to me, I held hands with Caroline, who was lying right beside us, and then moved up to her titties. The kid really has a nice pair, just beginning to grow. By the time Petey bad me almost ready to come, Caroline was hot enough that she wanted some more loving. So I rolled over and gave her a good mouth job while Petey worked up to his climax. It was beautiful. We all came at once."
Kate was almost beside herself from all the talking we had been doing. It occurred to me that she might make a pass at me, and I wasn't sure bow I'd react to it. She was a good friend and she was very attractive, but my new found love for young boys was so strong I knew I could never enjoy sex with a female.
Luckily, things never came to that. Some girl about fourteen ran up and said, "Hi, can you come up to my room for a little party? We have some grass to smoke and some wine to drink. It's going to be just us girls, but I didn't think you'd mind."
Kate excused herself to me and said she'd be happy to attend the impromptu party. The young girl hugged her and said, "Oh good! it's been a long time since we've done this."
I couldn't help noticing that the kid had a fantastic set of tits for her age, and that when she hugged Kate she was, rubbing them all over her. It was pretty evident that she was hot for Kate's body. It seemed- likely they had been in bed before.
Before they left together the girl turned to me and said, "You're invited too. Can't you come? Please!"
When I told her I had other plans and wouldn't be able to come with her, she said, "Okay, but some other time, I hope. You're the new teacher, aren't you? Jeez, nobody told me you were so good-looking. I wish I were in one of your classes. You'll just hare to come up to one of our get-togethers some time."
I left them and went back toward my room. What a cheeky little thing she had been! She practically propositioned me right in front of Kate. But then, that's just the way things operated at Brightwater. There was very little reason to hide your feelings from anyone, because no one condemned you for them, no matter what they happened to be. People might not necessarily agree with you, but they wouldn't do anything to oppose your-desires.
As I passed by Percy's room he walked out and asked me if I had enjoyed the candy. I told him that I had, and that I thought it was very nice of him to give it to me.
"You know, you might be just the girl I need." he said. "Want to do me a favor?"
"Sure," I said, "what is it?"
"Come inside my place and I'll show you," he said.
Don't tell me Mr. Homo is about to turn straight and proposition me, I thought to myself as I entered his bedroom.
Before going in he said, "You know I'm gay, right?"
I said, "I pretty much assumed so."
"Well, I am," be continued. "And this school is a great place for me. Lots of young cock around. But I've run into an unusual case recently. I've found a kid that I would simply love to have regular sex with, but he's about to cut me off. His name is Rogers I've been having sex off and on with him ever since he came here a year ago. You see most of the kids here are hetero, and quite a few of them are bi, but Roger is one of the relatively few that are completely and strictly homo. That's why I hate to lose his company."
"But how could I help you with something like that?" I asked.
"I was getting to that," he said. "You see, Roger has gotten it into his head that he wants to try girls for a change. He's never had one in his life. The only trouble is that he's afraid to be the aggressor. He's used to playing the passive part. He's afraid most of the girls here would just laugh at the rather ... ah ... unusual ... needs that he has. But you, Millie, you seem so understanding. I think you may be just the one who could help him to enjoy females. Will you?"
"Maybe," I replied warily. "But what are these unusual needs he has? Are you sure I could satisfy them?"
Percy whipped out a thin package from his desk drawer. "You can if you're willing to use this on him."
Inside the package was a pair of sheer panties and a short bullwhip.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I was shaken by the sight of the whip. And the panties, what were they doing there?
"I don't understand. You mean this Roger, whoever he is, wants me to wear these panties for some reason? What's wrong with the ones I've got on? And what about that damned whip? What's that got to do with fucking, anyway?"
"The whip has a great deal to do with tucking if you happen to have Roger's viewpoint," said Percy. "As for the panties, they're for him to wear, not you."
"I don't know if I can help you out or not," I said. "The whole thing sounds pretty weird. I honestly don't know if Roger's scene would interest me enough to-"
"Will you reserve judgment until you see him?" requested Percy. "You do like young boys, don't you?"
"Yes, but-" I began.
Again he interrupted me. "Then look in at Roger. He's right here in the bedroom. He's asleep in the bed." Re winked at me, impishly.
Percy opened the door and I saw a blonde-headed kid lying asleep, with the covers half off. Between his legs was a monster cock. Maybe it only looked big because he was just a kid and hadn't yet attained his full growth, but it certainly looked every bit of six inches soft.
Percy saw me staring at the kid's cock and smiled. "I thought that might interest you," he said. "That's quite a cock for a boy only thirteen years old, don't you think? And you should see it hard, rye measured it. At thirteen, the kid's got a full seven and a half inches when it's stiff."
It was really a magnificent prick, I had to admit that. And on the kid's normal-sized body, it appeared to be even longer and fatter than it was. I tip-toed towards the bed.
Percy giggled. "Want a better look, huh? I don't blame you. But you don't have to worry about waking him up. Roger sleeps like a log, so you needn't tiptoe."
I stood beside the bed and looked at the kid's cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He was so normal-sized and his cock was so abnormal-sized. He was maybe five feet, four inches tall, with a fairly muscular, but not outstanding, build. But that prick of his ... fantastic!
"Changed your mind?" asked Percy, a hopeful note in his voice. "Want to be his teacher and show him how it is with a woman?"
"I have to tell you I'm certainly interested," I said. "I'd be lying through my teeth if I claimed otherwise. But what's this bit with the whip and the panties?"
"No big deal," said Percy. "You see, Roger's from England. Spanking is still very big over there. People spank their kids more there than we do here in the states. And spanking for sexual pleasure is more common, too. You know, parents will spank their little son or daughter's naked ass for the purpose of punishing them, not realizing that it's very easy for a kid to get sexually excited from it. There's a pretty thin line between pain and pleasure. And if the kid happens to have a touch of incestuous interest in the parent that does the spanking, well there you have it...."
"You mean Roger would want me to whip him?" I asked.
"That's exactly what he wants," said Percy. "He's had men whip him lots of times. Now he wants to try sex with a woman, so he naturally wants the whip from her too."
"But the panties?" I asked. 'What's the deal on them? You said they were for. him, not me."
"Right. He just-likes to wear them when he's being whipped, that's all," Percy said. "And when you see how nice and stiff he gets when you whip him, you'll be glad you did. That prick of his gets like a fucking cylinder of steel. It sticks out through his panties like a goddamned metal rod."
It sure sounded funny to hear Percy refer to "his panties." But apparently that happened to be what turned him on. I kept staring at his cock and thinking how nice it would be to have the thing in me. Even though it was true I had begun to go for young boys, who naturally have smaller cocks than men, that didn't mean I had anything against a nice big fat one. Far from it. I had been more or less getting turned on to little boys in spite of their small organs. Here was my chance to have both at the same time-a young boy with a big dick.
Percy turned and started to leave the room. "The way you're looking at that thing, I think I have my answer. Thanks for helping out, I can assure you, you're going to have a great time. I'm sure you can think of a nice way to wake him up. After he's awake, just take the whip and make him put on those panties. Then keep switching him with that whip and he'll raise a nice big hard-on."
"Hey, wait a minute," I called out. "How am I going to explain being here? He'll think it's pretty strange waking up with a woman in bed with him he's never seen before in his life."
"To tell you the truth," he said, "I took the liberty of telling him you'd be here. I was pretty sure you'd help us out, if I could just get you to take a look at his prick."
Percy popped out the door and left me alone with the kid. Roger continued to sleep away blissfully, with no idea in the world that a woman was in the room who was getting very hungry for a pussyful of his big beautiful cock.
After a few days of being at Brightwater I had become pretty brazen. I jerked off my clothes, kicked off my shoes, and leaped into bed with only my panties on. I went straight for his cock, slowly but firmly taking it in both hands and squeezing. Roger showed signs of stirring. I moved my hands up and down a few more strokes. Finally he opened his eyes and hesitantly said, "You must be ... uh Millie."
I just smiled. Words seemed out of place, considering the fact that he had just awakened to find me jacking him off.
"You ... you're naked," he said slowly. He was looking at my bare tits with a strange expression on his face.
"So are you," I replied. "I'm glad you are. I like you that way, you know."
"Listen," he began, "I've never been ... you know ... with a girl before. I've never-"
"Don't worry," I consoled, "Percy told me everything. I think it's great that you want to give girls a try." And I gave him a big smile.
But then I realized that his concern was based on something very specific in spite of the length of time I'd been playing with his cock, it wasn't any harder than when I'd begun.
He looked somewhat downcast when he saw that I had noticed. Most guys would have gotten a big stiff on just from looking at me in my panties and no bra, not to mention the added treat of having their cocks rubbed.
He rolled over on his side, away from me, so I was forced to let go of his cock. I was about to think it was useless for me to stay. Then I caught sight of the whip and panties lying on the chair beside the big king-sized bed.
I picked up the whip and said, "Roger, you've been pretty rotten, haven't you? I come in here and jack you off, and you don't even get a hard-on for me."
"I know," he said, his head bowed. "You're right, I've been bad ... I ... I don't have any excuse."
But apart from his defeatist remarks, I saw that something else was happening, His cock was trembling to life. No increase in size yet, but a definite movement was taking place inside it. A pulse of new life was occurring.
"You don't have any excuse, huh?" I accused. "Do you think you're going to get away with acting like that?"
"I ... I don't know," he mumbled. "What are you going to do to me for it?"
His prick actually had begun to grow. Why hadn't I thought of it before? The key to Roger's sex life was the damned whip and panties. I should have remembered what Percy had told me. All I had to do was raise hell with him and mistreat him and he would have a hard prick for me.
"I'm going to whip your ass, that's what I'm going to do you worthless little bastard," I exclaimed.
His prick fairly leaped. The thing grew a half inch right before my eyes. This was too easy!
"Oh no, don't do that!" he cried.
"The hell I won't!" I retorted.
I slapped the whip a short stroke across his naked ass. The result was a yelp of pain but also a startling increase in the appearance of his cock. The fucking thing lengthened even more than before. It had to be very near its greatest size by now, I figured.
"And again!" I yelled, striking it back across his ass in the opposite direction.
The big prick was now hard as a rock.
"I'm going to beat you 'till you do what I want, you hear me?" I cried out at him.
"Oh no, don't whip me any more," he answered. But his big prick pulsed with passion, contradicting what be sad with his mouth.
"Yes I will!" I yelled.
I sent it whistling across his naked flesh again, leaving a long red mark in its wake.
"Oh ... oh, that hurts," he moaned, "please don't!"
But his moan was more like an outcry of passion than one of pain.
"I tell you, I'll whip your ass 'till you do everything I tell you to!" I yelled.
"What ... what do you want me to do?" he asked timorously.
I threw the panties at him and said, "First, put these on. If you can't even get a hard-on when a girl jacks you off, you must be a girl yourself. So put on girl's underwear. Do it, do you bear? Get those panties on before I thrash the living daylights out of you! Hurry up, now, you haven't got all night!"
He scrambled into the sheer panties. It looked rather ridiculous to see that great big prick sticking out against the sheer fabric of those feminine panties. But the thing was so big and hard and shiny-red and stiff that I would have done whatever necessary to get it that way and keep it that way.
As soon as the panties were on he seemed to undergo quite a change emotionally. He turned onto his back and began to move his legs and ass in a seductive, languid way. Now his long cock stuck straight up into the air, making a tent of the panties. It looked almost like a support pole with a mosquito net stretched over it. And it swayed grandly whenever he moved his ass.
"Now pull down the front of your undies and let me see what you've got in there!" I commanded.
He didn't move quite fast enough to suit me, so I gave him another whack, this lime across the top of his thighs. To my surprise, I found I was actually beginning to enjoy using the whip on him. It was no longer just something I was doing to satisfy his perverse needs. I whacked him again, reveling in the moan that came from his lips.
He pulled down the front of his panties and produced his cock. It stood quivering under my gaze.
He let go the elastic waistband and placed his hands on the bed beside him. The panties snapped back and pinned his prick to his flat stomach.
"Who told you, you could turn loose of it?" I snapped. I swished the whip across his thighs again. "You don't do anything 'till I say so, understand?"
"Y-y-yes," he mumbled.
"Now jerk those panties down again," I commanded. "I want to look at that big dick of yours."
He did as I said.
"Lower," I instructed, "pull them down lower. I want to see your balls too."
He pulled the underpants down farther, revealing his hairy balls. Now his whole crotch was visible, and he might as well not have been wearing any underwear.
"How long was it before you got hair on your balls there, huh?" I demanded. "How old were you?"
"I don't know," he answered weakly. "I guess when I was about eleven. About two years ago."
"And when did that prick start getting so big?" I demanded.
This question must have been more embarrassing. He hesitated a little before answering.
I slapped him across the thighs again with the whip and yelled, "Answer me!"
There were now reddened marks on his legs where the whip had paused. I had taken care not to actually break the skin, but I had been hitting him fairly hard.
"It's ... I don't know, it's always been sort of big, I guess," he lamely responded at last. "It was nearly always bigger than other guys' that I knew."
"Bigger than the other guys, huh?" I said. "And did you ever let any of those other guys look at it? Ever let any of them see it, or even touch it, maybe? Huh?"
"Yes," he answered meekly, with no elaboration.
"That was awfully naughty of you, wasn't it?" I cried. "I think you ought to be punished for-that, don't you?"
His response was to lower his head and nod affirmatively. He knew I was going to switch him again, and deep down in his heart he wanted to be switched. He loved having me lord it over him even though be made a pretense that he felt otherwise.
I gave him another slap with the bullwhip. He cringed sideways and groaned. His prick was a beautiful thing to see by now-long and red as a beet, and throbbing so distinctly that I could clearly see its motion from a few feet away. It pulsed so strongly I was afraid he might be going to shoot his nuts off right then and there, which was not at all what I wanted. If I was going to get any use out of the thing I was going to have to get to the point fast.
"Do you know what to do with that thing?" I jeered. "Do you know what to do with it, or do you just let it stick up there stiff as a board for nothing?"
"No ... yes ... yes, I ... I don't know," he mumbled. " ... Yes, I'll do anything with it you want."
His words sounded confused but I could tell by looking at him that he was extremely hot and horny and that whatever I said would be the absolute law for him.
"You're goddamned right you will," I cried, brandishing the whip before his eyes.
"Yes, yes I will," he vowed. "What do you want me to do with it? I'll do anything?"
"Cram it back in your panties!" I yelled. "That's what I want you to do with it. I want you to do nothing with it 'till I tell you. You get no pleasure from that freak tool 'till after me, understand. You're going to do something for me before you do anything to make yourself feel good!"
Be was sweating profusely now and it wasn't from exertion. The boy was hot for sex, even though it was in his own perverted way. He adored the way I was treating him, and he wanted more. He stuck it in his panties like I said and waited for my next instruction. The damned thing quaked inside the sheer garment like it was a live animal.
"Get off the bed and down on your knees," I commanded. "Come on, move!"
He stumbled out of bed without a second's hesitation, and hit the carpet with his knees.
"Raise your head and look at me," I told him. "Look me in the eye, you little creep."
He looked up with his big beautiful eyes, and the expression on his face was pure passion. He didn't know what I was going to have him do, but he was so turned on from what I'd been saying that he was already boiling inside.
"Now grab your cock through your panties," I told him. "Take hold of it and feel it but don't you dare try to start jerking it off, you hear? Grab it and hold it perfectly still!"
He did what I said. I walked to him and stood with my crotch only a foot or so from his face. I kept the whip raised over my shoulder as a continual threat to him.
"Okay; Roger," I hissed, "I'm going to teach you about a different pair of panties now. We've been fucking around long enough with yours, now we're going to go to mine. Reach up here and touch my crotch. Feel me with your fingers right there between my legs, right there where my cunt's bulging out."
He moved his hand toward me but hesitated, his trembling fingers just inches away.
I zinged him with the whip again, this time over his shoulders and down his back.
"Go ahead and touch me, you little swish," I cried. "I'm going to show you what a cunt feels like through a pair of panties instead of that big pig-sticker."
He finally made contact, gingerly rubbing his fingertips over the bulge of my swollen cunt. The touch had an amazingly sensual feeling for me. I was really getting wrapped up in having him be my slave and do what I wanted.
"Now take 'em off!" I yelled.
He jerked them down at once and the hairy mound of my pussy stared him iii the face.
"Okay, creep," I demanded, "now open it up and kiss it. You heard me. Spread my lips and give me a big kiss there."
There was no balking at all. He immediately did it. His mouth was on me, and soon his whole body was trembling. I felt a wave of sweet heat sweep through my groin.
"Use your tongue on me," I, commanded. "Lick me out, you, and. lick me out good."
At once I felt his tongue begin to move inside me. It was more than I could take standing up. I made him follow my cunt to the floor as I lay down on the carpet. My panties were now to my knees and his face was buried in my muff. I rocked my ass back and forth and brought the whip down a couple more times out of sheer meanness. It felt good to me to hurt him. I roughly reached down and pushed his lips up so they were right on my clit.
"Give it to me now, you fucking creep!" I yelled. "Give it to me. Oh my God, I'm about to come, about to come ... I'm about to get it ... keep sucking ... oh shit ... keep sucking ... oh ... oh oooh!"
I came off, with complete and fulfilling delight. After I quit jerking my ass I let him move his face. His prick was jumping inside his undies like a rabbit in a sack.
I was so sexed off I. could feel another orgasm building up right on top of the first one.
"Take your panties off and stick that prick between my legs!" I demanded. I realized this was the most traumatic moment for a kid who had fucked nothing but males all his life, but I thought he was hot enough for it to work.
It did! He leaned forward and pressed the thick shaft of his organ all the way in on the first stroke. It was the fullest my pussy had been since arriving at the school. I grabbed his ass with one hand and used the bullwhip on him with the other. What a fucking ride! He was wild now, just wild! He threw the meat to me as fast as he could go. I jammed his mouth on a tit and he sucked like he was starving to death. He began to moan like a dog and pummel my cunt like a pile driver instants later I felt a wonderful whoosh of jism come shooting into my pussy, and it made me come off even better than the first time. I lay jerking and writhing on the floor with my legs tight around his meat, and made him keep lying there until his cock had shrunk all the way back to normal.
Then I jerked on my clothes and left immediately without so much as a goodbye. It was only after I was out of Percy's apartment and into the hail that I had any reason for any shame over what I'd just done with Roger.
"Well, hello," came a familiar voice from behind me. "Having discipline problems with a student? Must have been quite serious."
I looked around to see Carrie, of all people. Following her stare at my hand, I looked down to find that I still had the bullwhip in my hand!
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was mortified. There was absolutely no sane way I could explain the whip in my hand. How could I have been so stupid as to accidentally leave Percy's room with the damned thing still in my hand?
But she spoke before I could answer. "I had no Idea you were such a strict disciplinarian, Millie," she said in a joking way. "That's a fine whip you have there, a really nice one. Maybe you and I should get together sometime soon and have a little chat. I'd be interested in that, would you?"
She had timed her little speech perfectly. We had arrived at the door to her room just as she finished.
I barely had time to say, 'Well sure, I guess so," when she was inside her room and the door was closed with nothing more than a casual "Good-bye" from her.
I took a hot bath and pampered myself for about an hour before going to bed. What a strange night it had been! First of all, Percy's weird proposal; then meeting Roger and actually beginning to dig whipping, even though it had sounded like the screwiest thing in the world to me when I first heard of it. And finally being so dumb and carrying the whip out in the hail for Carrie to see, and then her bizarre comment. What could her wish to "get together sometime soon" mean? it obviously had something to do with the whip-she had just spotted it before she made the remark. But what exactly did she have in mind? Hell, she was the one who didn't even go for kids in the school. Row could it be that she would have an interest in the bullwhip, surely an even stranger sex trip than getting it on with kids?
Oh well, I told myself, that was what made Brightwater such a great place to work. You never knew what was going to happen next. I dozed off and slept like a baby 'till morning.
The next day I was tempted to tell Kate about my adventure, but didn't quite. get up the nerve.
She was plenty loose, all right, but something as weird as whips and panties on a teen-aged queer might be a bit much even for her broad mind.
During the afternoon I ran into Percy and he was ecstatic. He took me aside in the ball and gushed. He told me I had handled Roger perfectly, and that the kid had told him he was sure he could now go for girls as well as guys. Their desire had been fulfilled.
"You must have been fantastic with him," he said. "When I got back to my room last night, Roger couldn't tell me enough about how you had handled him. And he was so full of left-over heat that I got him to fuck me in the ass twice. Oh, it was glorious!"
"I do hope you had a good time yourself, Millie," he said. "I hope he gave you plenty of that nice big prick of his. Was everything all right? Did you need anything you didn't have? Were you comfortable in my bedroom?"
Percy was being so solicitous I felt I should say something. "As a matter-of-fact I did have a good time," I said "I might even say a great time better than I thought it would be. And everything was fine. There was nothing else we needed. I'm afraid we let that beautiful king-sized bed of yours go to waste, though. We did most of our fucking on the carpet."
"Queen-sized, darling," he corrected me with a glint of humor in his eye, before scurrying off down the hail.
I grinned to myself at his gay wit and went on to a class. By dinner I was very hungry. Brightwater was really agreeing with me. I gorged myself at the table, something I seldom do, and walked back toward my room with Kate. We passed a boy who had a very familiar face, and I suddenly realized he was the kid I had enjoyed such a groovy time with among the rocks down at the beach.
I asked Kate his name and she told me it was Gilbert.
"Like the way he looks?" she brightly asked.
"Yes," I said, "he's a real good-looking boy."
"Gilbert's a good fuck," she blandly stated. "I've had him in bed with a few times, and it was pretty great. He's got one of those things you and I both love, Millie-a cock that gets hard quick and stays that way for a long time."
"... And get hard again real fast after he gets his nuts off," I couldn't help adding.
Kate turned to me in surprise.
"You mean you've-" she began.
""Yes," I said with a chuckle, "I've had him too. Down at the beach one day."
Kate giggled. "The joke's on me," she said. "I thought I was telling you something you didn't know, and hell, you've had a fuck from him since I have. You're going to have to keep me posted, honey, on your latest exploits. I'm behind."
"A girl shouldn't tell everything," I quipped, "now, should she? Even to her closest friend"
"Guess not," she banteringly agreed. "I sure do wish you'd give girls a chance in your life, though.
And I'm not even coming on to you. We know each other better than that. The ones I'm talking about are the young ones. Take a little eight or nine-year-old to bed with you, Millie, or a little twelve or thirteen-year-old. I promise you, you'll dig it. Or maybe a nice luscious sixteen-year-old, one with a big set of knockers like yours. You'd love it."
She paused and said, "I don't know what I'm mentioning ages so much for, though. You already know about that from the boys you've been with since you've been here. The girls are the same way young's better than old, no matter how you look at it. And young's even better than fairly young, like we are ourselves. Don't you agree?"
"I'll certainly have to say yes to that," I replied. "I've learned a lot since I came here to this school, and that's definitely high on my list. But as far as the sex of kids goes, I still dig on the boys. You know how much I love those little cocks."
"Okay, okay," she said good-naturedly, "but if you ever change your mind, just whistle. I could line you up with some awfully sweet little chicks."
I thanked her and headed for my room. As I rounded the corner I met little Caroline. There was an older girl with her I'd seen before. I spoke to them and went on put, but Caroline stopped.
"Wait, can we ask you something?" she called out.
"Sure," I said, "what."
"Well," she asked confidently, "Jana and I want to know If we Can come up to your room with a friend." I caught a new tone in her voice.
The shyness of a few days ago was completely gone now. Evidently Caroline's recent sexual experiences had brought her out of her shell and made her a much more open kid. Still, her request took me somewhat by surprise. I told I didn't know if she could or not, and asked her why it was necessary.
Jana spoke up. She was a girl who appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, with beautiful long blonde hair, and with a pair of fine tits on her rather slender frame.
"Both our rooms are being occupied at the moment," she explained, "by our roommates. You know, once in a while a girl wants to be alone if the guy's real special. So we don't have any place 'to go with the boy we want to be with. It's a kid named Bobby."
I wondered if it could possibly be the young seven-year-old boy I had introduced to the pleasures of sex on his first arrival at Brightwater. I described, him, and learned that he was indeed the one they had in mind. Damn, the kid was really getting around. He was the same one that Percy had seduced. By now I had lost my sense of possession over the boy I found, so I wasn't up tight about it at all. Just curious.
"Well, I guess you can," I told them. "If you don't mind me being in the front room while you use the bedroom."
"No, that's fine," said Jane. "We won't bother you a bit, we promise. We'll be real quiet."
But then Caroline chirped up, "Could I stay in the front room with you, please," she asked me, "so I can watch them through the door? Can I, please?"
I didn't understand and asked them to explain.
Jana said she was the one who wanted to get it on with little Bobby. Caroline wanted to just watch the performance. And since Bobby was still pretty new to the school, they thought he might get up tight and feel constricted if he knew anyone was watching. And watching was exactly what Caroline was wanting to do.
"Yeah," she admitted, "I really like to watch people fuck. I love watching them get naked and fool around with each other."
Her statement reminded me of what Kate had told me about the threesome she had arranged during which Caroline had lost her cherry to my friend Petey. There had a lot of watching there in that scene. Perhaps that, coupled with the time she observed Kate introduce Kenny to the art of love on their first night at school, had nudged Caroline into the direction of voyeurism.
Oh well, what the hell. The kid had already been fucked by a boy and had got a taste of lez life by being fucked by Kate, a grown woman. She was hardly an untainted little lamb. So what difference did it make it she did find herself in the role of eleven-year-old voyeur?
I told them to go get Bobby and bring him on up, then went on to my room. I had a snack and a nice hot shower, then got out the papers I was going to grade that night. I could sit at my work table in the front room while the kids used my bedroom.
As I was toweling off my wet body, I watched myself in the mirror and mentally patted myself on the back for what nice tits I had. They were the kind of nice, fully rounded ones that any girl would be proud to have, I thought. I found myself thinking of sex, and wondered' how it would be to have Bobby naked in my bedroom without getting to fuck him. The presence of the girls didn't bother me any. But I found myself getting worked up over Bobby. He bad been a great turn-on for me the night I seduced him. It might be hard to keep my mind off him. Oh well, Jana and Caroline were the ones who had preference on him-it was they who had thought of it. I would just let them be.
Well, I might allow myself to just take a peek in at him once in a while ... no morel Caroline would be looking in on them from my doorway, anyhow, so I could just take a peek over her shoulder once in a while. I had no right to barge in on their little party.
There was a knock at my door and Jane stood alone when I opened it. She said that they didn't want Bobby to know anyone else was in the place, so could I please hide somewhere as he was brought in? And Caroline would need a place to hide also, for the same reason. I agreed to their plan, and Caroline came in from around the corner while Jane went for Bobby.
"Guess the only place for us to hide is the front room closet." I said. "The bathroom's on the other side of the bedroom and we couldn't leave without Bobby seeing us."
Jana brought Bobby through the door and into the bedroom, taking care to leave it open enough to allow Caroline a good view. She and I left the closet and took up our positions, she on the floor by the bedroom and me at my working desk.
I was grading papers for only a few minutes before Caroline quietly approached my desk.
"Sure you don't want to watch?" she asked. "She's got him down to his shorts and now she's letting him feel her up. I bet she takes off her shirt next and lets him see her tits."
Her description of what was going on did whet my appetite, but I managed to refuse her invitation. "By the way," I asked her before she left my desk, "how did you and Jana get to be such good friends? She's five or six years older than you, so I'd think you'd run-around with girls your own ages."
"The way we met was when she asked me If I'd let her make love to me one day," Caroline blithely replied. "She had heard about me getting it on with Ms. Windstrom-I mean Kate-and said really like to tongue-fuck me and everything else if I'd let her. She said she was really glad I seemed to dig girls, because she just loved girls about my, age ... something about how she's so hot for girls who are just starting to get titties, like I am. So I let her do it and it was really swell. I think I even liked it better than when Kate did it to me for the first time. That's how we know each other."
The kid walked away, as unconcerned as if she had just recited a book report.
I did fine until Caroline started making little noises, Jana and Bobby were far enough away that I couldn't bear them, but Caroline was well within earshot. At first I couldn't figure where the should was coming from. She wasn't making any noise with her mouth. But then I noticed one of her hands was out of sight. The little bitch already had such hot pants from watching that she was doing the same thing she obviously wanted to do the time Kate let her watch.
She had her hand under her loose skirt and was quite thoroughly engaged in masturbating herself. I went to her to remind her that Bobby night hear what she was doing and discover he was being watched, but when I got there I took a peek through the doorway, and what I saw made me admit to myself that no more papers would graded that night.
"Caroline," I whispered, "don't you think he might hear you ... I could hear you way over there at my desk."
She jerked her hand from under her skirt and innocently said, "I wasn't saying anything."
I told her I knew she wasn't saying anything, but that her hand was making certain little noises: under her skirt.
She grinned. She was only somewhat embarrassed, and not in the least contrite. "Lees," she whispered, "could you really hear me playing with myself?"
When I assured her that I had, she motioned into the bedroom and said she didn't see how Bobby would ever hear a little sound like that when they were so hard at it. I looked again and had to agree with her. And looking made me want to keep looking. I sat down behind her and observed the spectacle by peering over her shoulder.
"Goody," she said, "you gonna stay and watch?"
"Maybe for a little while," I said, knowing full well that I was there for the duration.
She sat without moving for only a few seconds before whispering, only with a small bit of shame, "Do you ... do you care if I ... you know, play with myself again? Look at what they're doing now-that makes me so tingly I just have to do something."
I could not remember anyone ever before asking my permission to masturbate. What does one say in polite society to such a request? is that covered in Emily Post?
"I don't see why not," I said. "Go ahead, it doesn't bother me any as long as you don't disturb them."
She thanked me warmly and snaked her hand back into her panties. I heard the elastic snap and then the slippery sound of her fingers at work again in that hot little pussy.
But what really captured my attention was what Jana and little Bobby were doing. Jana was lying on my bed with just her bra on-her panties had been removed for some reason before the bra-and Bobby was sitting on her stomach. She had her knees up to provide a place to lean his back, and he was seated on her cunt-swell with his face turned toward hers. He still had his shorts on, but there was an unmistakable little point jutting out from his crotch.
Jana had his hands on her bra and was letting him feel her up while she returned the favor by manipulating his peter through the material of his white cotton jockey shorts.
He had a shit-eating grin on his little face, as though he knew she wasn't going to keep that bra on forever and when she took it off he was going to get himself a nice handful of tit. Jana was looking at him with a very sensual, relaxed expression on her face. She was in complete control and she knew it. She could have that little cock out of his shorts and into her cunt whenever she wanted it, or she could get him to suck her tits for her just by taking her bra off and showing them to him.
We could hear every word they said.
"Remember what I let you do last time after I took my panties off and let you see my pussy?" she said.
"Yeah," Bobby eagerly replied. "Can I do it again?"
"No, not yet," Jana said, being fickle. "First I want you to put your mouth on it, I want-you to lick it, Bobby. Will you? I want to have you lick me all around the edge and see how far you can stick your tongue in. Okay?"
"Can't I suck your tits too?" he asked. "You let me do that first last time."
"Not yet," she withheld. "Maybe later if you're a good boy. I think you must like sucking my boobs more than my cunt."
He didn't answer, just turned around and grasped her legs. Now he was sitting with his back to her face, with his butt right up against her fully packed bra. He put his hands on her knees and she opened up her legs to him, letting him slide his hands down to her crotch. He put his fingers into her thick blonde pussy hairs and scratched around like he was looking for something.
"Come on, sweetie," Jana chided, "I know you can find it. I showed you last time. This time you have to find it yourself."
Bobby quickly reached the center of her muff and a quick twinge of passion crossed her face. It was easy to tell the kid had found the right spot.
"Not just your hands," she reprimanded. "Lemme have that nice warm little tongue of yours, right down there on it."
He lowered his shoulders, which she grasped between her thighs as he sank, and placed his face against the golden-brown abundance of her curly cunt-locks. Now his ass was toward her face and the front of his shorts pressed down against her stomach.
I saw the look in her eyes as she gazed at his neatly packaged little buns and envied her. I wished it was me there instead of her. How I would have loved to get those shorts off him and get his cock in my mouth.
It must have been mental telepathy. At that very moment she put her hand on his tightly-sheathed ass and hooked a finger underneath his waistband. The kid must have put his mouth right where she wanted it, because she seemed ready to return the suck job. She dragged his shorts off and took hold of his cock. When he felt his shorts being drawn down his legs, he wiggled his legs 'till the pants were off on the bed and backed up along her stomach as far as possible without taking his mouth from her pussy. Neat as clockwork.
"That's it, honey," she encouraged, "back up, so Mama can reach that sweet little prick. Come on back. Ah, that's the way ... that's it ... now I can get it for you."
I had to watch helplessly as her lips closed over his cock. At this point I was wishing more and more that I was in her place. It was making me pretty damned hot, if you want to know the truth.
Now they were in a perfect sixty-nine position, with, both their mouths on each other's organs and their naked fronts in contact all the way from one end to the other. Jana undulated her ass up and down in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that moved both of their bodies together in a sensuous wave of firm young flesh.
I wasn't the only one worked up over what was going on, of course. Caroline was now openly and industriously frigging herself right on the floor in front of me. Her back was to me, but I could see that in the heat of her voyeuristic excitement she had snatched her underpants all the way down to her ankles and' had her dress all the way up to her belly. I could smell the kid's sex scent, and it was so clean and fragrant and youthful that it smelled awfully damned good to me, even though she was a girl.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I went ahead and grabbed my own meat. I didn't even bother to take down my panties and raise my skirt. I just stuck my hand down through the top and went at it like that. If only I could have been the one to have that kid on top of me! I'd already fucked him in the past, of course, but I wanted him right then and there.
I looked on with greed as little Bobby sucked and sucked 'till he brought her off. She must have been a horny little gal for only sixteen. As soon as she quit jerking her ass, she got him up and turned him around and pushed his little hard prick into her hot fuck-hole for another round. I couldn't tell by just looking whether he had come or not, but if he had already done so, then he had managed to raise another hard-on in seconds. As soon as she placed him in the saddle he drove his cock into her cunt as though he had just jumped into bed with her.
Now that he was facing her she gave him what he had asked for. She took off her brassiere and he put both hands on the first big juicy tit that sprang out.
"Yeah," she urged, "that's the way ... now you can suck one, sweetie, now you can have it. You've been a very good boy, and Mama's gonna treat you right."
The kid really had a fantastic pair, I'll have to admit. They were almost as big as mine, and maybe even a little bit firmer. And she had the kind of tiny, extremely well-defined nipples that a lot of guys seem to like. They were the color of dark cherries, and sat pertly on the end of her boobs like small, exotic, tasty fruits.
Now he was really plowing in-to her. It was incredible to think a seven-year-old could have the interest and the ability to fuck like he was doing.
"Aren't you glad you came to watch?" whispered Caroline. "Sometimes it's almost more fun to watch than to do things yourself, isn't it? Jeez, look at the way he's going at her."
When I started to answer I realized I was breathing so hard and fast that talking was almost a chore.
"Yeah," I managed," ... yeah."
But I couldn't really go along with the idea that watching was that much fun, however. I was perfectly willing to let the eleven-year-old use her own devices to satisfy herself, but I was needing a partner ... badly.
And I knew exactly what I needed. A young kid, a boy ... maybe even a boy as young as Bobby. It didn't make too much difference, just as long as he was clean and willing and anywhere from sixteen or seventeen on down. My God, if a boy were there he would certainly get turned on in a hurry-with Caroline and me finger-fucking ourselves to death and Jana taking the meat from Bobby all in the two rooms!
"Look at them now!" Caroline said.
As if I might tear my eyes away for even a minute! Bobby had already got tired of fucking her in the pussy for some reason, and was doing his six-year-old damnedest to get her to let him fuck her in the ass. Where the kid ever learned about such a thing I couldn't imagine. She must have been really loving it to let him do such a thing, because she hadn't even come yet from being cunt fucked. She flopped over on her stomach, with hardly a missed beat, and let Bobby jam his dwarf tool into her ass-hole.
But she also made him reach around her stomach and give her a finger job while he corn-holed her. He was so light she could easily support his entire weight on her back, but he kept his feet on the bed for traction.
The whole damned scene was just too much for a girl to handle. I got up and dashed right into the room with them. I shook my clothes off and hopped right onto the bed.
"Jesus, Jana," I cried out, "he's using his cock on you, but his mouth is going to waste. Lemme get a nice tongue job from him while he corn-holes you. Okay?"
I don't know what I would have done if she had said no-before she could answer I was already in place in front of them and offering my wit cunt to the kid, my legs spread open and pussy-juice dripping through my cunt-hairs like water.
CHAPTER NINE
I should've guessed what Jana's reaction would be. She didn't mind my butting in at all. She simply thought I came in to have a threesome. She was surprised, of course, but only for a second.
As for little Bobby, he accepted my presence much better than any of us would've guessed. Maybe it was just because he was already so sexed-up from all they'd been doing that nothing would have bothered him much. He reached forward and hugged my hips and gave me a smile. It was the first time he had seen me since the night he arrived, and he seemed really glad to see me.
"Oh wow," cried Jana, "you're welcome to a suck from him if be can reach you. But ... whew don't let him take his cock out of my ass for a while. I'm loving what he's doing to me back there and I need to ... whew ... need to have him stay there 'till I get my cookies."
I had dashed into the room rather blindly, without really thinking about the mechanics of the thing. As Jana indicated, there was some doubt about whether the kid could reach my cunt in their present position. Since be was standing behind her with his cock in her ass-hole, he could only bend forward about as far as the upper part of her back even by stretching as far as possible. They were doing it dog-fashion, you might say, but he was only a pup! He tried to reach my pussy, but he just couldn't make it.
Jana saw the problem and had an idea of her own about how to solve it. "Why don't you just stay where you are and let me tongue you out," she suggested. "Damn, I can see you need it bad. The love juice is running all down your legs. Let me do the job for you, and you can lean toward Bobby far enough to let him suck your tits."
She was hardly being fresh by suggesting it. After all, my cunt was only inches from her face. But it was the kid I was interested in. There's nothing in the world like having a healthy, cute little boy suck your pussy.
"You're getting all the action you need from Bobby's cock, aren't you?" I said. "You don't need me in on it. I've got a better idea. Let me just straddle you like this and put my feet on each side of you. Here, now Bobby can reach my pussy."
"Whatever you want, love," she said. "But I'd sure love to lick you off."
I moved into position and the child welcomed me by throwing his arms around my stomach and kissing my navel. He couldn't quite reach high enough for my the, or I'm sure he'd have kissed me there instead. Then, without the slightest prompting, he dropped his face down the smooth skin of my lower stomach and buried his sweet little mouth in my curly muff. I gave a gasp of pleasure and took 'his head between my bands, caressing his neck and ears and running my fingers through his hair. It was exactly what I needed.
"Honey," I said, "you're giving me just what I came for. Oh my God, but I love the feel of your mouth on me. I was burning up, I had to have some loving and you're ... umm ... you're giving it to me ... whew ... oh Jesus, that's it right there ... please keep sucking ... keep it up ... oh keep it up!"
He kept pumping away at Jana's back door all the time he was licking my front. The way she was carrying on, I thought she must about ready to come. I glanced around her side and saw that she was working on her pussy by band. Bobby's eyes were closed, and he was sweating like a farm hand. I didn't see how he could last much longer.
I looked through blurry eyes and saw Caroline on the floor in the other room. She had evidently opened the door so she could see better. She now lay on her back with her dress all disheveled and her legs wide apart. Her panties were now all the way off, and she was giving her little cunt hell with her fingers. They were going a mile a minute and the juice fairly flew. Her face was contorted and her eyes were half-closed. The kid looked like she was drugged or something.
Bobby was the first to come. He started squealing like a little pig and jamming his hiney in and out like crazy. He hit his peak, then rolled off and fell sideways on the bed beside us.
When he was doing all his squealing he really gave my pussy a big charge. I could feel his voice to the, tip of my toes from the sound waves that vibrated through my pussy. I damned near got my cookies at that moment, but not quite. When he rolled off and fell on the bed, he left me in a hell of a fix. I was so near to getting myself off I could taste it, yet I was still a few irritating seconds away from it.
Before I knew what was going on, Jana was out from under me and nuzzling her nose into my crotch. She knew the kid had left me-high and dry, and she was taking things into her own hands.
"Don't worry, love," she gasped, her voice barely audible, "I'll bring you off ... I'll bring you off!"
I was too far gone to complain. I allowed the teen-ager to slip her tongue into my snatch and do what she wanted. I was so goddamned hot I guess I would have let a baboon suck me off if one had been around. I slid to the bed on my back with Jana hard at work every inch of the way. I had to admit she knew what she was doing, all right. A few flicks of her tongue against my clit and I came like a bitch.
As soon as I came I instinctively moved over against Bobby ... he was the one I wanted, even if he had let me down in the clinch. I looked back at Jana and saw-that she still hadn't made it. She was lying on her side with her legs shaking and her fingers really flying.
"Bobby," I whispered, "help her out, will you? it was her that brought us both off, and yet she doesn't have it for herself yet. Hop over there and lick her cunt 'till she gets off."
He readily did as I asked. Since she darned near had it made anyway, the addition of his young lips to her cunt finished her off royally. She whimpered a lot and gripped his head between her thighs and really appeared to have a great one.
I pulled Bobby back to me and cradled bin head against my tits for awhile. We were all so tired we lay and rested for several minutes before anyone spoke. And when some one did, it was Caroline.
"Wow," she said, her voice whispery with awe, "that's the neatest thing I've seen yet. You were all going at it. It was so groovy I brought myself off twice just from seeing you."
I had as much as forgotten all about her. I looked over and saw that she was sitting against the door. I'd been so busy with Bobby that I hadn't even noticed her having a climax at all, much less two in a row. She had her dress back down over her legs, but she was holding her panties in her hand.
She saw me looking at them and lamely said, "I didn't want to put them back on with my pussy so stinky. I dripped so much juice all over myself that I'm quite a mess down there. I need to go take a shower before I wear any panties."
The three of us on the bed roused ourselves and sat up. I felt slightly embarrassed about letting Jana lick my cunt, but shit, it was done in the heat of passion, I rationalized. Surely she had seen that I was so hot I wasn't really responsible for myself.
Jana and Caroline left together after profusely thanking me for giving them a place to meet. After they left I had the pleasure of giving Bobby a bath. I soaped and scrubbed every inch of his little body. Near the end of his bath I became so worked by the handling of his legs and arms and the rest of his cute little bed that I was forced to lean over the tub and suck him off one more time before letting him go. I did it nice and slow, savoring the wonderful feel of his tiny stiff dick in my mouth 'till I felt it quake with passion. Then I took his two balls gently in hand and massaged them lightly and carefully, at the same time moving my lips up and down his cock as though sucking a popsicle.
That did it. He had a spasm of shivering and climaxed with his lovely little organ inside my mouth. Nothing came out, of course, but by this time I was accustomed to that with kids. I knew that he had come in every other way, and his satisfied expression confirmed it. I had a thought of how it might be in a few years when he could shoot some spunk out of his prick, and hoped I would be around to suck the wonderful stuff off his cock and swallow it.
I gave his tool a brief washing, then dried him off and sent him packing to his room.
"Hey, can we do things like this together again?" he asked at the door before leaving. "Can I come see you a lot? You really make me feel good when we get naked and do things."
"What do you think, you little rascal?" I said. "Sure you can. I'll tell you when. There are a few more boys I like to have fuck me too, you know. And there are apparently plenty of other girls who like you to do it to them, too. Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get together again before long."
The next day at lunch Carrie fell into step with me on the way back to our classes. "Got a minute?" she asked.
When I said I did she suggested we stop by one of the little patio tables in the courtyard, where we wouldn't "be disturbed." Unusual talk for a girl like Carrie.
She got right to the point. in a burst of confidence, she said there was a reason for her rejection of sex with any of the kids around school. Her boyfriend up north, she admitted, was a masochist, and loved for her to beat him in fact that was the only he could get off, and he insisted that she do it. At first she had only done it to please him, but had eventually begun to enjoy administering the beatings. His special thing was being bound hand and foot and then having her tease him to orgasm in the most tantalizing manner she could dream up. The more she played the part of sadist, the more she became one, she said. And after four years of such a relationship, she considered herself a permanent devotee of such doings.
I listened without a word to her tale. No wonder she had no time for acquiring a taste for younger boys. She had had her hands full with her own special form of debauchery. And seeing me with the whip, she then explained, had naturally made her curious to know more. She was not aware that any S&M sex ever went on at Brightwater.
Why did she want to know about it there, if she had her boy friend to get it on with, I wanted to know? That was just the problem, she lamented. He had been transferred to Europe by his company the previous week, and their affair was ended.
"But you've said you don't dig on kids," I reminded her. "How could. you get any kick out of screwing around with them even if there happened to be one who was turned on to being a masochist?"
She leaned close and said, "To tell you the truth, Mime, I'm so excited by the bondage scene that I'd gladly accept any guy I could get. I'm so horny for it I'd even consider a guy of any age-I wouldn't even balk at taking on one of the kids here at school."
She dropped her eyes with the last statement. She was ashamed to admit the truth about how intense her desire was, and only did so out of the sheerest need, it seemed.
I told her I'd do what I could for her. That night I went to Percy's place and told him the whole story. Would Roger be interested, I wanted to know?
"Well, well," he chuckled, "so our little Carrie wasn't nearly as straight-laced as she let on, huh? How do you like that? She was hiding her own secret all along."
When he finished gloating over the news of Carrie's decadence, he said he was almost positive that Roger would go for her scene.
"If he doesn't happen to like it, we'll make him do it anyway," Percy said, using his own brand of logic. "Who ever heard of a masochist getting what he wants? Their whole trip is getting what they don't want, right Millie."
The very next night he arranged for Carrie and me to come to the basement biology lab and "have a little fun." He promised that Roger would be there. His own room, Percy said, might not be soundproof enough for our purposes.
That afternoon I got a pleasant surprise. Carrie told me a little boy in her care-group had been talking about me. He had a crush on me, and would really love to "do naughty things," he had admitted to her. The boy turned out to be Kenny, the young ten-year-old who had arrived at school the same night as Caroline. When I found out who it was, I was eager to get with him. He was the kid, after all, with whom Kate had had sex the night she let me watch through the one-way mirror in the entrance hail.
Carrie brought him along with her that night. Percy showed up with Roger ... right on time, and blind folded, of all things. "It'll add to the fun," he told Carrie and me before leading the boy in. When Kenny saw me he said to Carrie, "Hey, you really did bring me to see Millie, didn't you? I thought you might be just fooling me."
The five of us entered the biology lab and were led by Percy to a rear room. It was dank and rather dark even with all available lights on, something like a dungeon. Kenny thought it was all pretty weird about Roger being blindfolded, but when he saw the same fate wasn't about to befall him he calmed down about it.
At the rear of the room there were various devices that had been used to restrain animals for lab experiments. Tonight they were to be put to a very different use, however. Percy placed Carrie's hand on Roger's arm and told him. "I'm turning you over to someone else now. Needless to say, my boy, you'd better do exactly as I say or she may punish you severely. Do you understand?"
Roger nodded and gave a tremulous, "Yes."
When Kenny took all this in, he became scared again and asked me what was going to happen. He pressed against me, his head even with my breasts, and watched with concern. I told him not to worry, that nothing would happen to him, that it was all a little game. I welcomed the closeness of him to my tits, and put my arm around him like a mother. But my thoughts were very unmaternal. I was thinking how the kid had looked the night Kate induced him to display his little cock to Caroline as a part of her little self-styled "sex education" program. How hot he had become after Kate let him feel her up. And how he had responded after she got his pants off.
I began to pat his ass as we watched the proceedings, and he rubbed his head against my tits with more and more fervor. Although I wasn't wearing a bra I did have a blouse on. I wondered how he would like feeling them with nothing in between our skin.
Carrie went right to work. She told Roger to sit down and do what she said. She tied his hands behind him and leaned over toward his face, putting her tits right under his nose. She asked him what he smelled and he said he smelled something "real nice."
Carrie told him that although he couldn't take the blindfold off and look, he could touch her with his face. But first he had to unbutton the front of her blouse with his tee.
"What you smell is the perfume on my tits, Roger," she said. "I took a long, hot bath just before I came here, and I put a few drops of my favorite perfume between my fits and on my nipples. If you can get my buttons undone you can smell it-and me-a lot better."
Carrie's method of mistreating a boy was different from mine. She never yelled or tried to scare him. She just teased him after he was tied up and talked dirty to him. It gave her a charge to tease and tantalize without delivering the goods, 'till the boy was nearly desperate for release.
She had to get on her knees in front of him as he was sitting down. He worked and worked trying to get her buttons loose, but it was very hard to do. And to make matters worse, she wouldn't let him put his nose against her skin 'till he had them all unbuttoned. So he had to work on and on, with her naked tits right in front of his nose. He could smell them, but he couldn't touch. Once he accidentally grazed one, and she promptly slapped him across the front of his pants with a thin piece of wood.
When she did that I saw a big lump in his pants that wasn't there before. Percy stepped near me and, whispering, asked me if I'd told her what a big cock Roger had. I told him I hadn't mentioned it, and he said she had a big surprise in store.
He finally got all the buttons off and at last he got to touch her tit with his face. But she only let him touch the very tip of one nipple for a couple of seconds. His cock took another jump in his pants, and the sight of it made my mouth water. I moved my hand from Kenny's ass to the front of his pants and began toying, with his fly. I was rewarded with a solid stiffness inside.
Percy noticed what I was doing and began to edge toward Kenny from the other side.
I stopped him with a stare and when be moved again I stepped close and whispered, "Come on, no fair. You said you'd bring Kenny here for me. It's not fair of you to horn in. You admitted that I set Bobby up for you, right? Well Kenny's mine for tonight, okay?" And I frowned sternly. He reluctantly agreed.
"But at least I get to watch, don't I?" he said.
"I don't have to leave, do I?"
I told him I didn't care for him watching as long as he kept his hands off Kenny. To show his good will, he took up a new position on the other side of the room and turned his attention to Roger and Carrie, who were now getting down to spades.
She had her blouse all the way off as well as her skirt, and wore nothing but panties and a pair of sheer stockings with a wide band of elastic at the top. She had made him remove his pants and shirt, but refused to let him take his shorts off. By now she could see that he had a damned big cock and I think she must have been looking forward with great relish to what would follow.
She put her thigh in front of his face and told him be could do anything he wanted to to her legs if he would take the elastic in his mouth and strip off her stockings.
That seemed to excite him. "Can I rub my face up and down them?" he asked. "Can I smell them all I want? They ... they really smell good. I can smell them right now."
She said be could. But only after dragging them off with his teeth and ups.
"Can I ... can I go higher?" he asked nervously. "Will you let me put my mouth on you way up high and ... and kiss you anywhere I want can I kiss you way up in the crotch?"
She chuckled huskily. "I might," she replied. "I might, if you do everything well."
She put her thighs to his mouth and be finally got one off over her foot. The stocking slid down her leg and off like magic, once he got a good bold on it. He rubbed his face up her leg and got as far as her knee before she stopped him.
"Both of them," she demanded.
After five more minutes of struggle he got the other stocking off and began hungrily licking her legs inside the thighs and out. Kenny was getting pretty turned on from seeing Carrie's pretty legs and naked tits. I slipped his hand into my blouse and showed him he was welcome to play with them. His cock jumped inside his pants, and I unzipped his fly.
"Time to get this thing out," I said, "don't you think?"
I deftly slipped it out and started jacking him off, real nice and slow. He squeezed my tits and felt around for the nipples.
Carrie was letting him lick her legs all the way up to her snatch now. When his tongue got to the legs of her tight-fitting panties Roger's cock surged out of his jockey shorts and showed its red head against his stomach.
She tapped it hard with her little flat stick and told him to keep it inside.
"If you let it get out again before I tell you," she warned quietly, "I'll whip it 'till it wilts."
She made him lie down on his back and straddled his chest. Her bulging crotch was just a few inches from his nose. He sniffed, and tried to raise his face to reach it, but she kept an inch or two ahead of him all the time. His cock was dangerously close to busting out again. She told him to take it out and play with it. Having it come out of its own accord was one thing, but getting it out by hand and jerking off in front of everybody was another. When he finally did it, his face was red as a beet. Then she made matters worse by telling him he'd better not shoot off or she'd swat him with the stick 'till he bled. He had to wait 'till she was ready to have him do it.
Then she started saying all kinds of dirty things to him to make it more difficult to keep from coming.
"Do you like to play with that cock, honey?" she said.
But before he could answer, she clapped her hand over his mouth and just kept firing words at him in a real soft, sexy voice.
"When did you first jack off, huh?" she asked.
"When did you first see a girl's pussy?
"Have you ever eaten a girl out?
"Do you like to smell a. girl's cunt?
"Would you like to put that big prick of yours up my pussy and have me squeeze it and rub it and slide my hot meat up and down 'till you got your nuts-off?"
The kid was having a terrible time. All the while he listened she was rubbing her panties in his face. When she had him fairly gasping for breath she finally told him he could take her panties off again with his teeth.
By the time be had completed that little chore, Kenny and I were a long way along the road. I was strip-ass naked and so was he. I had him sitting on the floor in front of me with his ass touching my wet pussy and my hand working on his little prick. I turned him around and we sat facing each other. I .pulled him onto my lap and then slowly lowered myself backwards so that his cock fell right into place. When he felt it bury itself to the hilt in my cunt he made a noise in his throat and began to pump.
He had forgotten all about Carrie and Roger now that I was giving him some pussy, but I could still see them from my position, and the sight of them made my own fucking that much more enjoyable.
She was still talking to him, but now she had her panties off and was having him tongue her out. She had taken over the job of frigging his, cock too. I could tell she must be through playing games and ready to get a cuntful of his big heavy prick. Yet she was still blabbing to him without even waiting for any comment from him at all. It seemed like she got as much fun out of saying the things as he did out of hearing them.
"You better give me a nice long tuck."
"Put your balls between my legs and let me feet when you fuck me, will you?"
"Take a mouthful of tit and suck it like a baby." All the things she was telling him to do were impossible in his present position and she knew it. That was her final tease. He would've have probably been unable to stop from shooting off if she had pushed him any farther, and I think she was well aware of it. She untied his hands and dragged him onto her, but still wouldn't let him take his blindfold off. She took her little stick and began swatting him with it on the ass as she guided him into the hairy crack of her pussy.
Now they were really rolling. As soon as she felt his big prick in her, she lost all desire to tease him. She wanted the thing, she wanted as much as she could get of it, and she wanted it fast and hard. The double pleasure of seeing his cock sock into her while Jenny's was giving my pussy the business raised me to the boiling point.
"Fuck me as hard as you can, Kenny," I urged. "I'm about to get my cookies. Urn ummm ... that's it. Oh shit, I'm really getting there ... I'm gonna oh shit ... oh my God ... shiiiit!"
I came off good and proper. I hugged Kenny tight and squeezed his little prick with my cunt muscles 'till he vibrated like crazy and then dropped on me like a limp rag.
I just lay there for a while, coming down off that nice high a little at a time, letting my breathing get regular, slowly relaxing. I could hear Roger and Carrie still going at it, but I didn't pay any attention. All I wanted was to let the delicious afterglow unwind me.
It wasn't to be, though. Because the roof fell in on us all of a sudden just then. Right at that moment, the door burst open, and Kate rushed in, hair disheveled, face flushed. She was out of breath she'd been running-and the first words she tried to tell us were all but unintelligible.
I sat up, not too quickly. "Say," I said. "Slow down and give us that one over again. Calm down, honey. I can't understand a word you're saying."
"Quick," she gasped. "For God's sake, get some clothes on. All of you. Mid hurry. There's no time to lose."
"What's the matter?" I said a bit crossly. I was more than a little annoyed at the interruption, and wished she'd get to the point.
"Damn it, Millie, get dressed!" she said angrily. "The campus is simply crawling with police. Somebody's spilled the beans."
I looked at her in horror. "You mean...? "
"You're damned right," she said, a little bitterly. "The whole thing."
CHAPTER TEN
She filled me in as we went up the stairs. We'd tidied up the kids, with Carrie helping, and sent them off before I finished dressing, but there'd almost been too much excitement, while we were ail getting decent, to do much communicating. The problem (Thank God! I thought to myself) wasn't with any of the kids-Kenny, Caroline, Bobby, Kenny, Petey, Roger or Jana-that I'd been making it with there on campus. The trouble, it appeared, was with Percy-and with Ian. And the cat had been let out of the bag on both of them with their really freaky obsessions, which were much farther out, I thought, than most of ours at about the same time.
With Ian, it had been a visit back home by one of the kids he'd "broken in," a ravishingly beautiful little eight-year-old girl named Stephanie who had come to Brightwater a few months before term ended last season.' Stephanie had liked what he'd done, it'd seemed to Ian (he'd talked to Kate about that evening, after sending the little girl back to her room). But she'd had a sort of backlash thing about it. Perhaps it'd been the parents and their strict upbringing. They were some sort of fundamentalist religious sectarians, and God alone knew just what they'd been thinking when they sent their kid to Brightwater, of all places.
Anyhow, the girl had had all sorts of guilt feelings about doing "nasty" things. Ian had frightened her, coming on so strong. And we'd made a mistake in not following up that first evening; if you let them get to thinking about things, it seemed, they often had relapses into their former attitudes, whereas if somebody came along right afterward and gave them a good loving-up, they usually settled into a relaxed and guilt-free point of view and started enjoying themselves and their stay at Brightwater.
But we (I say we, even if I hadn't been in on it: by now I thought of myself as part and parcel of the place) blew our chance, and she started staying away from the other kids, and worrying and fretting, and nobody got to her and talked it out with her. And when the kids took a long weekend off to see their parents, she'd gone home with this big load of guilt and tension ... and, under parental prodding, it'd come out. All of it.
But that wasn't the worst of it. Percy's kid had been a boy, and, confronted by the cops with overwhelming evidence, he'd broken. And he'd told all.
"Kate," I said, stopping dead. "You mean...."
"Yes," she said, looking me hard in the eye. "But we may have a chance yet. Some of us. It all depends on whether they believed Percy."
"Or whether we can shake him up on the stand," I suggested.
"Oh, Millie," she said, putting one hand to her mouth. "I forgot to tell you. It's past all that now. He slit his wrists. The first minute they left him alone. Re's dead. Percy's dead."
"Oh, no!" I said. But inside, I was secretly glad. One less witness! And now, if we could keep the kids cool and get them to keep their mouths shut....
As we came out of the building, though, I looked around. And, just as she'd said, the place was alive with cops. And-speak of the devil!-there went Ian, cuffed, head down, in the company of two oversized plainclothesmen. Their faces were grim; his was empty, disconsolate, dead. I remember thinking that, given half a chance, Ian would probably take Percy's way out. And, sure enough, only a day later, he hanged himself in his cell.
But right now my thoughts were only of myself. And I was rehearsing my story all the way into the big office where a police lieutenant named Myers was taking statements from faculty members and reminding them of their rights. By the time he got to me, I had a coherent story all rigged up, and was trying to think of how I could take the kids aside and get our stories straight. I went out of there thinking of myself as a pretty cool customer, able to deal with just about any situation, no matter the cost.
That feeling held up for a day, at least. School was suspended while the investigation went on, of course, and we were told not to leave the area. But I was sure that didn't mean I couldn't go to town and do a little shopping or go to a movie. And that's just what I did the next day. I picked up a dress and a nice pair of shoes, and I went to a matinee, with a real 1940's tearjerker playing, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. And when I came back to my room that afternoon I-was in as good a mood as I could ask to be in, considering the circumstances.
That's why I was so completely taken unaware by the envelope I found shoved under my door, with the words "Miss Ward" printed in block letters on the front.
I didn't even open it at first. I put away my new things, and I kicked off my shoes and padded into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower and washed my hair first. And it wasn't until I'd fixed myself a drink and curled up in my big chair in my robe that I noticed the envelope, still sitting on the bed where I'd left it.
Curious, I got up and went over to the bed. It was a big Kraft-paper envelope, nine by twelve or so, and it had some sort of stiffener inside. It was fairly heavy, as if there were quite a bit of paper inside. Still no more than curious, I sat, down on the bed and opened it.
And there it all was.
In picture one-they were eight-and-a-half by eleven glossies-I was lying on my back on a beach towel, my boobs bare, and Gilbert, the fifteen-year-old I'd met on the beach, was playing with myself.
There was a look of aroused lust on my face: I was daring him to go farther. And be was enjoying the hell out of himself.
"My God I" I said, catching my breath.
In picture two I was naked, my back arched with pleasure, begging him for it. And he had just slipped his shorts down his legs, and there was that gorgeous young cock of his-fat, fiery red, hard as a stick, with the foreskin peeled back invitingly-pointing at me like a yardarm, and he was getting readier by the second.
I gasped.
In picture three we were tucking. Going at it hot and heavy. And I had both my hands down on the cheeks of his bard young ass, pulling him strongly into me. They were terrific pictures, and you could see the fine film of sweat on me as we rutted hungrily. My-eyes were glazed over with desire.
In picture four.
Well, here was where somebody started winding up the camera a little more often. The pix started coming thick and fast, with no more than a couple of seconds between shots in the photos I came across like a wild woman. There was a look of sheer animal heat and ruttishness on my face in every one of them, and the mad rush of lust and sex-hunger that had come over me was apparent with every successive shot.
In picture four he was just lying there, exhausted. His dick was lying limp in a pool of wet jism on his belly, which was slick and wet with his sperm and with my own mixed-in juices. And I was bending over him, one hand barely touching the soft skin of his limp cock, my open lips groping for him in obvious hunger.
In picture five I was licking the cream off his soft little cock. From the look on my face, it was the most delicious stuff I'd ever tasted. And his cock was stirring slightly. It was a little bigger than in the previous shot.
In picture six I was licking the cream off his balls. There was a drop of sperm glistening on my chin. I was half-smiling. And his cock was sticking stiffly up against me, lying against my cheek, the glands poking proudly out of the peeled-back foreskin.
In the next picture he was sucking me off, and I was playing with his cock and having the time of my life.
And in the last, the unknown photographer had simply outdone himself. Re had caught the very moment of ejaculation, when Gilbert's cock shot off in my hand and the jism came rocketing out of the end of it and spurted all over my fingers onto the sand. From the looks of me I was having a fine time too, with his face buried in my cunt and his unseen tongue working away like crazy....
"My God!" I said, as soon as I could catch my breath. Who could have done it? Who could have shot this stuff?
And then I remembered. The two kids who'd been watching me before Gilbert had showed up. The ones who'd been making the suggestive remarks. I'd guessed they were Brightwater kids, but I didn't have any names. And now I simply had to get to them before the cops did.
But how? Most of them had been sent home during the suspension of classes.
I had another drink and started to worry. And that led to another drink. And I cried for a while. And then I sat and stared at the floor, and tried to think.
And then I. looked at the pictures again.
And ... well, it was strange in the middle of my worrying and fretting, I started getting hot. Really! Those were fantastic pictures!
I got up and looked at them again.
And then I sat down on the bed and opened my legs a little so I could get at myself a little better. As I flipped through the stack with one hand, I slipped a. couple of fingers of the other inside my robe and found my own hot and suddenly juicy bush. And I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my lap as I stuck a finger inside my slit and started working on myself.
Jesus! Have you ever seen porno pictures of yourself? The effect is fantastic!
I flipped through pix one and two, lingering lovingly for a moment over the nice shot of that beautiful hard cock of his poking out at me in picture two before discarding it and getting down to the really nice stuff.
And sure enough, there were were in picture three, fucking away like crazy. Both of us naked.
Naked! I couldn't have imagined beforehand what the sight of my own naked body would do to me, right there, shameless on the open sand, with a naked boy on top of me, tucking the day lights out of me. It was marvelous! I stuck three fingers up my wet snatch and went to work even harder.
And in picture four ... God!
There he was, lying exhausted on his back, naked as I was. And I was shamelessly bending over him, an eager and sexed-up look on my face, my mouth open, reaching for his cock!
And in picture five I was licking it! Licking the come off it! Getting it hard again! I was hot as a pistol now; I went to work on my cut, faster and faster. And to make things easier, I lay on my back, holding the photo up to look at it, spreading my legs as far apart as I possibly could, reaching inside myself to find wet juice to rub on my inflamed clit and grease it up for a nice slimy come.
And that's just how they found me when they pushed the door open. Both of them. With mean, confident smiles on their faces, they stood there, taking it all in. There I was, a porno picture in one hand, with my to be open all the way down front, legs sticking out and pussy wide open, trigging the hell out of myself and coming like crazy. And there, watching me, were the two guys who'd got me that way, with their damned pictures.
I was mad as hell. I jumped out of bed, pulled my robe shut, and confronted them. "Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here like this?" I said sharply. "Get out, both of you!"
The left-hand one smiled insinuatingly. "We came for our pictures," he said. "Or for whatever you want to pay for them."
"What do you mean?" I said.
"He means those," the other one said, pointing to the crumpled glossy in my hand. "The pussy pictures you just starred in."
"Oh, that," I said. "Here." I picked up the whole stack, ripped them into small pieces, and threw them at their feet. "That should show you what I think of them."
"Lady," said the first one, "that's gonna cost you. You know we still have the negatives in a safe place." He grinned meanly. "I got half a mind to send another set to the newspapers. Or have 'em blown up for discotheque posters. Or put on T-shirts."
"What do you want?" I said. I wasn't so sure of thyself now. They had me over a barrel, with this scandal ready to break any day now and with my only hope being the fact that, so far, nobody had testified against me but poor Percy, who was dead and beyond the reach of any subpoena.
"I don't have very much money...."
"Well, I don't know," said the first boy. "Maybe you could work it out in trade. Somehow."
I gave him a look. "What do you want?"
"Well, just for openers, get that robe off," he said. He had a nasty smile on his face and he stood before me, hands on hips, dressed in funky jeans and boots. I did as he said. "Now," he continued, "get down on your hands and knees on the floor here before me and let's see if you're still as good as you were in the pictures. Eddie?"
The other boy went back out of the door and returned with a big suitcase. He put it on the bed and opened it as I knelt before the kid and looked up at him. Then I looked over at the other boy. He was taking out a movie camera and lighting equipment
"Not" I said, starting to get up. "I won't. You can't make me...."
He grabbed me by the hair with one hand and slapped me twice, hard, with the other. "Shut up," he said. "If you're good to us, maybe we'll only make one print of it to keep for ourselves. Maybe we'll give you the negatives of the stills and keep only one print. But there ain't no way you're going to get every last print of this, stills or movies. If we gave you every-thing we had, who's to stop you from going to the cops yourself to prefer charges for blackmail? No, we're gonna keep one each of everything. Maybe if you're good we'll give you the negatives, but in the meantime, baby, smile you're on candid camera."
I looked at him, thunderstruck. Out of the side of my eye I could make out the other kid setting up camera and lights. "Wait," he said. "I wanta get all of it on film. Don't start yet."
And I waited. But when I tried to sit down on my heels and rest for a moment, the boy standing before me yanked hard on my hair again and slapped me, even harder than before. "Wait," he said roughly. I waited. "Now," he said at last. "Now suck me off for the nice birdie."
I hesitated, suddenly seeing the years stretching out before me, the years of worry and fear, of payoffs made in frightened haste, of this eternal, degrading, dehumanized sex with a pair of perverted animals-the one a sadistic beast, the other a voyeuristic photo freak-and with no respite from their persecution, on assurance, ever, that I'd be free of their blackmail schemes or their threats.
I swear, in that one moment, I saw it all, condensed into a brutal and horrifying vision lasting no more than a second or two-all the years I've spent since, alone and on the run from them, from city to city, desperately trying to snatch a few weeks happiness, only to see them turn up once again on my doorstep, right at the worst possible moment, insistent and insolent.
I didn't see the details: the lovers lost, the marriage annulled, the jobs chucked down the drain. All I saw was the bard and unbending face of the future itself, of the cruel and heartbreaking years ahead of me. And I thought, miserably, what if....
But just then the hard hand swept across my face again, slapping me until my ears rang. "Now!" he said in a cold voice. "Get started!"
I reached for his zipper, my eyes wet and glazed. "Sure," I said bitterly. "Why not?"
