When Roger Charlton left the English literary scene, between 1783 and 1785, he left a void in an area of letters he had covered so well.
Other authors wrote novels and essays of their times, of the mores and morals of the England that was then, but none dared to leave the safety of the drawing room to explore the bed chamber as Charlton had done.
None, that is, until Andrew Miller appeared on the scene. His first known work appeared in 1789. like all the novels of Charlton, it, along with his later works, was privately printed.
The first thing that becomes clear on reading the works of Miller (this one was published in London in 1791), is that he has been tremendously influenced by Charlton.
During his lifetime and even after his death in 1832, the rumor persisted that he was, in fact, the mysterious Roger Charlton. To this rumor, we do not subscribe.
It was inevitable, of course, that their work be compared since they chose the same basic approach to the novel as a mirror of their times.
Who was the greater ? We decline to comment. Charlton showed a greater concern for political issues in some of his novels, but his commentaries of contemporary morality were not more perceptive or incisive than those penned by Miller.
Both shared a quality almost unknown among other novelists before and after. That quality was an understanding of the fact that women too could enjoy sexual activity.
Neither author hesitated to cast a female in the central role of a novel and to show with touching realism, the wants and needs and hungers of a woman. With the same incisive clarity, they describe the joys of sexual satisfaction in the female.
Both wandered far afield in sexual matters, as indeed, the people of the time did. In addition to what was and frequently is, termed "normal sexual intercourse", they used a literary camera before the invention of the camera to portray lesbianism, sadism, masochism, onanism, and many other diversions and/or perversions which were not given labels until long after they passed from the scene.
But what makes the works of these two authors authentic historic novels of stature, is that they refused to be carried away in flights of imagine into the area where men were capable of achieving a climax every ten minutes and women gushed like fountains when they achieved climax.
They wrote of real people with real motivations and frankly human determinations.
TAINTED TEACHER, published privately in London in 1791, is the first novel of Miller's we have presented. Others are now being edited into contemporary English for easy readability and will be published in the near future.
They will show, as this work does, that Andrew Miller was a novelist of stature, a recorder of history, and, perhaps above all, a man who used his pen to hold up a mirror before the eyes of England.
Because of what they saw in that mirror, many Englishmen condemned Miller as they did Charlton before him.
But like Charlton, Miller survived the book banners and burners and so did his works. And while the banners and burners are still active today, the reprinted works of men such as Roger Charlton and Andrew Miller are here too.
They serve as a reminder that literature will not be bound and caged, that it will, despite the efforts of lesser men to chain it, soar over the heads of such stunters of intellectual growth to reach the hands and minds of those who welcome them.
But in addition, the novels of Miller, like those of Charlton, perform the basic purpose of the novel. They entertain.
CHAPTER ONE
Hope Benson really felt quite wicked as she stood nude in the room, the basin of warm water in front of her on the commode.
But it was a day for feeling wicked and for admiring the mature beauty of her twenty-year-old figure. Looking at the reflection of her bub-bies in the glass, she brought her hands up to cup them from below.
They felt like silk, warm, firm silk of purest white with brownish aureoles and bright pink tips which would stick out excitedly hard when she rubbed them between her fingers as she knew she would.
Looking down beyond her slim, firm waist, she saw the gentle swell of her belly and the neat triangle of coppery hair where her perfectly formed thighs met.
Turning, she looked over her shoulder to see the nice round swells of a choice ass with a neat, smooth valley at the middle of white silken cheeks. She patted the cheeks with her hand and remembered the many times they had been patted more firmly by other hands as well as by canes, paddles, straps and birches.
Still, those days were over now and it was just something to look back on as a part of growing up.
That was a part of the feeling of the day. It was her first day in the private school operated by Elizabeth Carter. To be accepted as a teacher at all was a thing of wonder for her, but that it should be in Miss Carter's fashionable school on the Oxford Road was the wonder of wonders.
True, she was only an apprentice teacher and a permanent appointment to the staff would depend on the quality of her work, but that didn't frighten her.
Hope knew she would be a very good teacher. She would have to be since some of the female students in the school were almost her own age. She would have to be firm and wise to cope with them in all matters and prove to Miss Carter that she was worthy of being appointed to a permanent post.
The interview just concluded had been a thing of terror for her. The moment she arrived at the school, she sensed her application had been a mistake. Who was she, after all, the daughter of a small merchant, to hope to be a teacher at all, let alone a teacher in Miss Carter's school?
Un-like other schools, it taught both boys and girls. Boys were enrolled from the age of twelve to sixteen. Girls, on the other hand were accepted only at the age of fourteen and could be as old as eighteen in the senior finishing school classes.
By some miracle she couldn't understand, the interview had gone well, remarkably well and she had been offered the apprentice post at a salary of ten shillings a week.
And then, Elizabeth Carter had shown her to her room, instructed her to bathe and return for a more detailed discussion. Remembering that, Hope decided it would be wise to stop admiring her body and begin bathing it unless she wanted to risk incurring the displeasure of her new employer.
Resisting the urge to dally when she bathed the more sensitive areas of her body, Hope finished quickly, dressed in fresh clothes and hurried to the private suite of Elizabeth Carter.
As the woman greeted her, Hope was startled to see on her desk a frighteningly impressive array of instruments employed in the administration of corporal punishment.
Hope had been apprehensive about the interview being conducted in two sections with a bath in the interval. Now as she looked at the canes, straps and birches, that apprehension grew. Some annoying instinct told her that her own sensitive ass would taste them before much more time elapsed.
Telling herself that such fears were groundless and stupid, she took the indicated chair beside the woman's desk and their conversation resumed.
"Now Hope," the woman spoke warmly, "I must elicit some information of a more intimate nature. I shall expect prompt, truthful and complete answers."
"Oh yes, Miss Carter," Hope replied eagerly.
"Are you a virgin?"
"No." Hope bowed her head as she made the admission.
"That is no cause for shame, dear. I have never married, but I disposed of my virginity many years ago. Tell me when and how it happened."
Nervously at first, then speaking more easily, Hope told of being in the care of an uncle and aunt during a summer at the age of sixteen.
While tending sheep in a remote field, the uncle directed her attention to a ram attempting to rut a reluctant ewe. He drew her closer to the scene so that they could view it more clearly.
"He seemed much agitated and spoke in detail of how men and women do the same thing. In time, I too felt an excitement such as I had never known as the things he told fascinated me.
"He told how the male cock grows big and hard when it wants to push into a cunny and I admitted I had not known that."
"Go on dear," the older woman urged as she drew her chair a little closer and rested her hand on Hope's knee. "Tell me everything just as it happened."
"Well, he told me that his was very stiff and asked if I would like to see it. Not knowing what to say, I hesitated. Without waiting for a reply, he dropped his pants to his feet and there was this great pole with the red head staring at me.
"On his invitation, I touched it and also the big hairy sack which hung below. He told me in great detail about fucking in the cunny and in the ass.
"Although I was shy, he compelled me to remove my dress and shift so that I was quite nude. He toyed with my titties and my ass, then had me lie on the grass so that he could explore my cunny.
"He told me how his wife loved to fuck whether in her cunny or up her ass and that when she was not able to, she would suck the honey from his massive bone.
"I began to sob in fear when he told me that he was going to teach me the joys of fucking. With his mouth, he made my slit very moist and caused me to feel a great heat of passion.
"Then he lay on my belly and began pressing his hard pole between the lips of my little twat. There was a great pushing and banging until I cried out in pain.
"Mindless of my suffering, he jabbed all of his big meat into me and fucked on me until I felt great spurts of his liquid in my belly.
"I cried for some time after it was over, but my uncle assured me that it didn't hurt after the first time when the cherry was broken."
"Did he do more to you after that?" Elizabeth asked urgently.
"Oh yes. Every day he would take me to the field and teach me other things. One day, he had me kneel and after greasing my butt hole with butter, he pushed his tool deep into me and with his arms wrapped around me, rode my ass as a ram rides a ewe.
"Most times though, he preferred that we both strip naked and play with each other for a long time after which I would take his bone into my mouth and suck the marrow from it.
"For that, he would lie on his back and I would kneel over him so that he could diddle my cunny and ass hole with his fingers."
Hope had been so engrossed in telling her story that she was surprised to discover that the woman's hand was no longer on her knee, but instead was high up on her thigh pressing firmly through the thin fabric of her dress and shift.
"What other experiences did you have, Hope?"
"No others. I feared becoming with child."
"Come now, my dear, did you not ever play with another female ? I feel sure you must have." Her hand moved a little higher. "You must tell me."
Blushing furiously, Hope admitted that once, she and a cousin who was a year older, began by showing each other their bubbies and went on from there to play with each other.
"In a little while, we took off all our clothes and admired each other. Then we began to explore each other with our hands."
"What else, Hope?" The hand had moved boldly all the way up the inner thigh and rubbed hotly close to Hope's quim.
"We . . . well, we diddled each other's cunny with our fingers."
"Is that all you did? Did you not suck each other's slits, or lick bums or anything?"
"Oh no, Miss Carter, I have never done that."
"Did you do it with her other times?"
"Oh no. That first time, my mother caught us in the act."
"What did she do?"
"She screamed and raged terribly, then went outside for a switch. She made us both bend over the end of the bed and lashed our arses with the switch until it was shattered.
"My poor ass and thighs were streaked for days after and I never dared take the chance again. My aunt was informed that same day and that evening, my poor cousin was again stripped and beaten severely with a strap by both her father and her mother."
"How terribly severe. Now my dear, I want you to describe for me in detail how you were punished both at home and in school."
Beginning with the simple hand spankings she had received as a child, Hope told of the many forms of chastisement she had received.
"Which form bothers you most, dear?"
"Either the cane or the birch. I cannot say for sure which pains most."
"That seems reasonable, my dear. When were you last punished?"
"About two years ago. My father had me strip entirely nude to receive twenty with a cane."
"Now tell me of the punishments you have administered."
"Oh, I never have punished anyone, Miss Carter."
"Good heavens, my dear., we shall have to rectify that in quick order. Discipline is extremely rigid in my school. While I administer some of it myself, I insist that all my teachers also administer beatings. It would be too much for one person."
"Are there so many beatings?"
"My dear, this is a big school with many students. I would say that there is never a day when less than twenty beatings are administered."
"Do you mean I too shall be expected to chastise students?"
"But of course, my dear. Are you apprehensive at the thought of threshing the bare bums of grown girls and boys?"
"Boys too?"
"Certainly. I should think you would enjoy the prospect of lowering the pants of a big well built lad and slapping fire into his ass."
"Truly, Miss Carter, I don't know. I am quite prepared to learn though."
"Of course, my dear. Discipline is the very basis of this school and, to a large extent, its purpose. If we fail to instill a sense of discipline, then we fail in our entire task."
"Oh, I have so much to learn."
"Cheer up, my dear. I have every confidence in you. When you fail, you will be disciplined as all teachers here are disciplined."
"Disciplined? You mean teachers."
"My dear child, mine is the only behind in this institution which does not feel the sting of corporal punishment."
"But I saw a male teacher earlier. Surely . . . "
"You refer to John Crompton. An excellent teacher of twenty-five. A fine specimen of a man too. I must confess it is thrilling to have him strip naked and submit his butt for punishment. He does grovel and plead so winningly. I must say dear, you do look shocked."
"I . . . I can't understand how a grown man would submit to such a thing."
"There are some basic points of which you are not aware. From time to time I summon John to perform interesting services for me in my bed. He has a good rammer and uses it well."
This time, Hope was entirely speechless. Such a display of frankness was astounding.
"Then, too, there is a perverse streak in the male which causes many of them to enjoy being beaten by a dominant woman."
"Truly?" Hope's eyes were wide with surprise at such a thing.
"Quite truly. Many a time, I have watched as a young male scrambles off my lap after a brisk hand spanking and have seen his young pecker standing straight up and throbbing with desire."
"How strange."
"Strange to you perhaps. Do you not also find it a little exciting ? "
"Yes," Hope admitted. "I must say it does sound so."
"As you say, Hope dear," you do have much to learn. There is time though, so relax and you will find the process quite enjoyable. For now though, I must examine you."
"Examine me, Miss Carter. In which way?"
"Physically, my dear. Please remove all of your clothing except your stockings."
The command was a shocking one, but Hope did not even think of resisting. Obediently, she stood and removed her dress and her shift to stand nude except for the stockings which were held to her thighs by bright red garters which provided a fetching touch.
"How beautiful you are, Hope," the woman spoke gently as she walked closer, her eyes burning with passion at the sight of the naked young beauty.
"Do you ever have soreness in your titties?" As she asked, the woman cupped both the proud breasts in her hands and squeezed.
"No, Miss Carter," Hope heard a tremble in her voice as the touch of the hands excited her.
"Are your teats properly sensitive?" Saying it, Elizabeth caught the nipples between finger and thumb and began rolling them. Instantly, the pink nipples grew and stood out quite beautifully.
Elizabeth continued a slow, enjoyable examination of the lush young body. When she reached Hope's ass, she bent close to cup, squeeze and pat the perfectly rounded cheeks. After, she pulled the firm cheeks apart and carefully investigated the crack and hole with her eyes and fingers.
"Now for the most important check of all, dear," she said as she guided Hope to the couch. "Lie on your back now while I examine your cunny."
Hope was trembling violently now and she sensed that not all of it was caused by fear or shyness as the woman held her legs over her body so that her ass was arched and her twat bared to view.
"What a sweet little slit," the woman mused, her face close to it. "The lips are a nice fresh pink and healthy looking. Are you sure you have never had it licked?"
"No, Miss Carter, I never have. Truly."
"You will enjoy learning that little game, my dear."
For just a moment, Hope thought the woman was going to do it as she brought her face even farther into the silken vee of her thighs.
Instead, the woman only inhaled deeply a few times, then stood and invited Hope to sit up.
"Now then my dear, the first thing you must learn in the matter of corporal punishment, is the feel of each instrument. Since your ass is so nicely naked, this would be an excellent time to begin our lessons."
"You mean you're going to beat me?" Hope asked in a pathetic tone.
"Not really, my dear. You must understand each method though, so I will merely give you a sample of each. It may sting a little, but it will not be anything like a real beating."
The dream Hope had seen come true was suddenly taking on the proportions of a nightmare. She had just been told she was accepted as a teacher and now, standing naked, was told she was going to be beaten like a naughty student.
"Come, dear, lie over my lap now and we shall study the hand spanking. One spank on each pretty cheek."
Numbly, Hope draped herself over the waiting lap. She felt the big thighs firm and strong under her, felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.
"Now then dear," Elizabeth said almost gently as she ran her hand over the twin cheeks of the upturned ass, "I shall commence with the right cheek."
Hope tensed her muscles and felt the cheeks of her ass tighten up.
"You must relax your butt dear, or I shall be forced to give you a severe spanking."
Hearing the threat, Hope wondered if she could relax under the circumstances. She managed it. There was a quick intake of breath and the big hand slapped firmly. Hope gave a little gasp as she felt the sting of the spank and felt the cheek joggle as the hand held where it had spanked.
A moment later, it was repeated and the big hand spanked the left cheek with the same stinging force.
There were tears in Hope's eyes as she climbed off the lap when told to.
"There now," Elizabeth asked, "that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"It really did sting, Miss Carter. I don't think I've ever felt harder spanks."
"Thank you, my dear. I have a good hand for spanking. It has been conditioned by years of use. I once spanked the bare bums of twenty-five young ladies in one session.
"As each received her spanking, she was made to stand in line with her back turned to me. You can't imagine the thrill of seeing twenty-five rosy red bums, fifty stinging cheeks in a row.
"I must confess I found it so interesting that while I watched, I ran my hand up under gown, slipped a finger inside my slit and diddled myself off. Do you ever diddle yourself, Hope ? "
"Once in a while," Hope admitted shyly.
"You'll probably find yourself doing it quite often after you have learned to be stimulated by spanking. I do it quite often even though there is no shortage of people to service my twat for me."
As she talked, Elizabeth led Hope to the desk where the implements lay waiting.
The woman guided her into position and Hope soon found herself bending over with her hands on the desk, her tingling ass arched nicely outward.
Smiling contentedly, the woman picked up a light leather strap, took up her position, and brought it down smartly over the surface of Hope's left cheek. This time, Hope gave out a little cry.
Soon, the woman held the heavier looking strap. Taking her time, she delivered a smart slap to the right cheek with the same stinging effect. Hope not only cried out, but felt the first tears rolling down her face.
After that, there was a wooden spanking paddle, a cane and a birch. She received one with each and was crying quite loudly by the time the ordeal ended.
At last, Hope thought it had ended, but then, through eyes misted with tears, she watched as the woman picked up the slimmest cane she had ever seen.
"Come lie on the couch again, dear," Elizabeth took her arm. "We have one final method to demonstrate."
Without being told, Hope lowered herself to the bed and lay on her belly. She wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
"Not that way, dear, on your back. This is a very special cane."
Trembling, not knowing what to expect, Hope did as she was told. She felt a strong hand clasp one leg and raise it straight above her body.
Hope looked up in amazement at her stockinged foot which seemed to be so far away from her. As a result, she was completely unprepared for the line of fire that suddenly struck along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
With a shrill cry as the woman released her ankle, Hope began to kick and writhe on the bed.
A moment later, she felt comforting arms wrapped around her and heard the woman whispering into her ear.
"That is the severest punishment of all and one that is rarely used," Elizabeth explained. "Can you imagine the exquisite torture of a young lady receiving four or six of those on the insides of her thighs?"
"Ooh no, it's dreadful. It burns like fire."
"Yes my dear, it does. I employ it only very rarely in the most severe cases. They are slightly less painful variations whereby this cane is applied to the belly while the young lady stands with her hands behind her back, but I hardly ever employ it."
"Oh, but Miss Carter, it is so painful. Did you truly have to do that to me ? "
"I did you a kindness, my dear. Now that you know the taste of it, I am confident you will ensure that you never do anything to earn yourself a standard dose of four swishes inside your thighs."
"Oh," Hope gasped, "I assure you I'll do everything in my power to avoid ever feeling that again."
"I know you will my dear and I do hope it is never necessary for me to do that to you again."
The woman paused to look at the time. She swore softly. "Just when I was in such a delicious mood and now I realize I have something to attend to which cannot be delayed. Please rest dear, I shall return shortly."
With that, Elizabeth Carter walked to the desk, picked up the lighter strap and strode out of the room.
CHAPTER TWO
The interval of waiting gave Hope an opportunity to try to sort out the confusion which reigned in her mind.
It had been a painful introduction to discipline as meted out in the school. Too, it had shown her what a strange woman the proprietress was.
She seemed so perfectly composed and so much a lady and yet, she talked so easily about having men serve her wants in bed and about licking the twats of females. It was all too strange to be comprehended.
It was nothing at all the way she imagined it would be and still there could be no thought of changing her mind about taking the position. The school was regarded as one of the best in all of England.
Sons and daughters of some of the wealthiest persons in London were admitted at fantastic prices. To be a teacher there was an undreamed of delight and would establish her reputation for all time.
After this, she could command a top teaching position in any school she chose and would be able to demand the best of salary.
No, Hope told herself, no matter how strange or painful it may be, I shall take the position and be thankful for it. In time, she promised, I shall become as strict a disciplinarian as Miss Carter and will no doubt enjoy the prospect of beating recalcitrant students and, perhaps, even mature teachers.
Much of the pain was leaving her now. The whipped thigh did still sting considerably, but she was aware of a tingling sensation in both cheeks of her ass that was not at all unpleasant.
Turning on the bed, she slipped a hand behind her and stroked the warm cheek. It felt nice. A minute later, she knelt up on the couch and began rubbing both cheeks at the same time.
The pleasant sensation she felt there began to spread so that it wasn't long before it was centered more excitingly deep inside her twat.
She was dying to reach down and fondle it, but that was too risky. Miss Carter could return at any moment and she would die of shame, she knew, if the woman caught her diddling her pussy.
It turned out to be a wise decision. A moment later, the door swung open and the woman walked back into the room.
"Feeling your ass, I see," she commented with a smile. "There is a nice tingle after a spanking is over. "I hope it has spread to your quim."
Instead of replying to the woman's statement that had been so casually made, Hope blushed. At the sight of the red flush, the woman smiled warmly and began to remove her gown.
"I was more than horny enough from working on your sweet ass, Hope," she said as she threw the dress off, "but I just finished tanning the fat butt of one of my teachers and now I'm so horny, I'd enjoy being screwed by a billy goat."
While she talked, the woman had continued undressing. As she dropped her shift onto the chair beside the couch, she was naked except for her stockings which, like Hope's, were supported by garters around her thighs.
Hope estimated that the woman was in her late thirties and was stunned by the beautiful firmness of her body. She was tall, probably only two or three inches below six feet, and her body was beautifully fleshed in proportion in every way.
Her titties, Hope admitted to herself, were considerably bigger than her own which were well bigger than average. But more than merely being big, they were firm looking and splendidly shaped like sweet melons.
They jutted out proudly and were generously rimmed with large nipples which Hope sensed would get a lot bigger after a little fondling and rubbing.
Her body tapered to a trim waist, then flared over wide hips and a big, strong, firm looking butt. Her thighs and legs were excellent too and, like the rest of her, seemed to combine strength with smoothness to provide a stunning beauty the like of which Hope had never seen.
"Now then, my dear," Elizabeth said easily, "this couch just won't do. Come along to my bedroom with me. I think the bed will be much roomier and will provide an opportunity for more interesting sport."
Hope couldn't believe it was really happening to her. And yet, she had to face the fact that it was. The woman had stripped naked and was taking her to bed for the clear purpose of engaging in sexual activity. But even more than that, it was the matter-of-fact manner in which she approached it that stunned Hope.
"So it's been a long time since anyone has played with your pretty little twat or since you've played inside a hot slit, has it? Well, I think we'll give you something to remember this time," Miss Carter said in the same tone.
Reaching the bed, she sat on it and eagerly pulled Hope down on top of her.
"What do you think of these?" she asked as she pulled Hope's face against one big breast and carried her hand to the other.
"I think they're beautiful. I've never seen any so big."
"Well they're not delicate so go ahead and work on them. Give them lots of rubbing and sucking. The more the better. Rub and suck so hard I'll feel it all the way down in my cunt."
Hope took one erect nipple into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue as her lips covered as much of the smooth tit mountain as they could. With a hand, she did much the same for the other and felt both nipples growing by the second. They had, she thought, grown to the size of little boys' cocks as she sucked and rubbed.
"Ooh that's good, sweet one, harder, harder," Elizabeth urged as she rubbed the back of the young woman's head with one hand while the other fumbled between the thighs which opened willingly to disclose a tight little twat that was getting hotter by the second.
Hope felt herself being moved after a little while. She looked up to see the passion heated face and the big swaying teats coming down toward her.
In a moment, the big wet mouth was glued to hers, the greedy tongue was licking and sucking in her mouth and the massive titties were crushing hers. Farther down, the big, firm belly was rubbing at her, the thick clump of twat hair rubbing roughly on her belly as if the woman were really a man going through the fucking motion as her uncle had done when he rammed his poker into her slit to fuck the butt off her as he used to say.
She had never known such a passionate kiss. Not even her uncle had kissed her that way even though he used to kiss pretty hard when his cock was spurting juice deep in her twat.
Just when Hope thought she was going to smother, the woman stopped kissing and began whispering in her ear.
"I don't usually lick cunts, you little darling, but the thought of licking one that's never been licked before is just too exciting. I'm going to go down on you and I'm going to find your tight little slit and lick and suck it until you come."
To Hope, the words were as exciting as the wild kissing and rubbing.
"Get ready for your juicy little cunt to come with my tongue fucking it like a stiff cock," the woman rasped as she gave Hope's belly a few more jerky rubs with her muff of quim fir.
Never having felt a mouth on her cunny before, Hope trembled as she waited for it. She wondered if it would be anything like the kiss she had gotten on and in her mouth. If so, she told herself, it would be thrilling as nothing before had ever been.
Hope surrendered her body completely as the woman wrapped hands and arms around her to pull her into the position she wanted.
Looking down along her body, she saw Elizabeth holding her with strong hands cupping the cheeks of her ass as she stared into her cunny and the crack of her butt.
"Oh fuck, that's a sweet, beautiful little cunt. I can almost taste it now. Oh fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck I'll suck it dry."
She stopped talking then and Hope heard herself shriek with delight as the greedy mouth pressed over her whole cunt. For a moment it was content with kissing, then she felt the long rough tongue slipping well inside her slit and licking everything it could find like a dog cleaning a bowl.
She felt her body bucking and bouncing on the bed, but the strong hands pulled her crotch harder and harder against the invading face.
Hope felt the wetness of the woman's mouth overfilling her slit and running in little streams down her thighs. It so added to her excitement that she began rubbing her wet thighs against the face and neck of the woman who went on sucking and licking even more wetly while her fingers dug into the smooth, firm ass cheeks.
And then Hope was beginning to come. She felt the first digging fingers of satisfaction deep inside her wet, hot quim and then they began to spread like a grass fire all through her body.
She tried to stop herself from crying out, but she couldn't. It was a high pitched scream of exquisite agony, it told of the delicious pain of ecstasy.
While it went on happening, Elizabeth Carter bent her almost in two with her arched ass high off the bed, the wetness of mouth and cunt trickling down her belly and in the smooth crack between the warm cheeks of her ass which showed the still red patterns of the experimental spankings she had received and which were now completely forgotten as Hope drifted down from having been a million miles above the sky.
"I do think you managed to enjoy that a little?" the woman said with a smile as she moved up over Hope, her full milkers dangling and swaying just above Hope's big, pink tipped ones.
"Oh, Miss Carter," she sighed, "that was the most delicious thing that ever happened to me. Is it always so good to have one's cunny licked?"
"Only when it's done properly, you little darling. I suppose I'm one of the best cunt suckers there is. You're going to learn to be as good."
"I want to, Miss Carter, truly I do, but I doubt that I could ever be as great as you."
"You will, my baby, because I'll teach you. I want to feel your lovely face between my legs often and I want you to learn to really make me come with a scream."
"I will learn, Miss Carter. I will."
"Of course you will baby. Here come and lie in my arms now and I'll explain it to you before you start."
Hope quickly moved into the woman's embrace with her lovely, angelic face nuzzling against the big, warm pillow of titty, her lips brushing the enlarged, hard nipple which seemed to push into her mouth with a will of its own.
"You see dear, the first thing you must understand is that this involves more than just kissing the lips of the cunny or licking the slit."
"I know it seemed like much more than that to me," Hope said with a dreamy sigh.
"That's right dear and do suck my teat a little harder. There's a good little sucker. There are lots of men and women who think they suck cunts, but they don't. They may kiss and lick, but they don't really suck and that's the whole secret."
Elizabeth paused in her lecture to place a hand behind the coppery hair and press the teat more firmly into her wide open mouth seeking the hot wetness of it.
"A cunt has to be really sucked. Using the tongue right on the clitoris is important, but you have to suck as if you were going to pull the whole insides of the twat right into your mouth.
"Some quim divers are afraid to make a little spit while they suck. I always beat the butt of anyone who tries to give me a dry suck. Let the spit flow. Let the woman feel it run between the cheeks of her butt. Drown her inside and out and when she begins to come, hold her tight and really pull her crotch against your face. Rub her with your nose and your chin while you suck her crazy. The more she screams, the harder you suck."
"Oh Miss Carter, your words make me so excited that I do want to commence sucking your cunny this very minute. Are you ready?" As she drew her face away from the wet teat to talk, Hope was amazed what her mouth had done to it.
"All right, dear, my twat really is aching to be sucked. I usually like to give my sucker a nice spanking first, just to really warm me up, but because you have been so good, you may go ahead and suck me without having your beautiful butt spanked. I think I'm more than hot enough."
"Oh, thank you Miss Carter."
"That's all right, dear. Suck me well though or I'll make you stop for a good spanking before you finish."
Hope hurried down in the bed and found the big, strong thighs already parted. Looking between them, she saw, framed by the bottom of the massive butt cheeks, the hot looking cunny seemingly waiting anxiously for her inexperienced young mouth.
Twisting between the pillars of raised thighs, Hope found her face just inches from the hot, eager quim. She breathed deeply and inhaled the musky odor of cunny mixed with the woman's sweat. It was, for her, a heady perfume.
Noticing the woman's body twitching in anticipation, Hope decided it was time to get to work. Quickly, she pressed her mouth to the soft twat lips and began kissing passionately. The taste, like the odor was different and she couldn't be sure whether or not she really liked it.
She knew, though, that she liked the feeling of having her mouth pressed clingingly to a quim with the woman's wide crotch rubbing back against her face.
Remembering what she had been told, she slipped her tongue easily into the already wet slit and began lapping the hot inside of the twat.
When the crotch and thighs rubbed her in excitement, Hope began to suck. She tried to remember everything she had been told about sucking, but it was difficult to recall too much because of the wild excitement that was blazing in her all over again.
Without knowing what she was doing, Hope abandoned herself completely as if she were totally buried in the hot, wet depths of the encompassing crotch. She sucked as if she were trying to push her entire face right inside the throbbing cunt and then pull the rest of her body in after it.
What a thrill, a wild thought told her, to climb completely inside a cunt and curl up there while it had a come all around you.
On the bed, the older woman was lurching and bucking in the beginning of her come as she mouthed words, many of which Hope had never heard before but all of which she was able to understand more or less.
The entire crotch was now as wet as the inside of the slit had been and as the woman finished coming, Hope bathed her face in the warm wetness by rubbing it all over the woman's crotch and down toward the beginning of her ass crack.
At last, the woman used her thighs to push Hope away. Rubbing her hands over her face, Hope sat up on the bed and looked for some sign of approval on the satisfied face of the woman.
"Did I do it well?" she asked, unable to wait to be told.
"Beautifully, my sweet one. Even though you're only a beginner, you did it as well as some of the best quim suckers in the entire school."
While Elizabeth Carter rested from her come, she lay on her belly and had Hope amuse her by licking her big ass. In about ten minutes, she rolled over and had Hope come back to her twat to suck her off again.
Before Hope finished her chores for the day, the big woman had come three times. Sensing that the young woman was now mightily aroused, Miss Carter ended the session by having Hope kneel up on the bed and diddle herself until a rather nice come was achieved.
CHAPTER THREE
The following morning, having qualified in the crucial tests with the headmistress, Hope was prepared to commence her career as a teacher.
The thought was so thrilling that she was easily able to push from her mind the thought of the orgy in which she had participated the previous day.
During her first weeks, Hope had been informed, she would not actually take classes of her own, but would sit in with more experienced teachers so that she could study their methods.
Her teacher, that first day, was Catherine Grey. like most of the teachers at the school, she was young, twenty-seven, and beautiful. Beauty and youth, Hope learned were prime requirements for any teacher at the school.
Hope saw that it was her fresh young beauty rather than her scholastic achievements that had won her the job for which so many better qualified teachers had applied.
From the outset, Hope was impressed by the easy manner in which the woman controlled her class. She spoke clearly in an easy, relaxed style which seemed to hold the attention of the students who seemed to be fifteen to sixteen years of age.
Of the thirty in the class, six were boys. Catherine informed her that it was just about average for the school with girls outnumbering boys by four to one.
When Hope commented on the general beauty and fairness of the students, Catherine informed her that before any student was accepted, he or she went through a personal interview with the headmistress.
Many factors were considered before the applicant was accepted or rejected, and beauty of face and figure was most important of these. No matter how prominent or rich the parent, no unattractive student was accepted into the school.
Hope noticed that when a student provided an incorrect answer to a question, Miss Grey would correct her and explain the nature of the error. Her gentle manner was, Hope sensed, so much preferable to the attitude of many teachers Hope had suffered under.
And yet, when gentleness was not appropriate, she noted, Catherine Grey was more than capable of dealing with the situation in a quite different manner.
Late in the morning class, the teachers were astounded to hear a young lady say "damn" in a tone of clear exasperation.
Looking up in surprise, Catherine ordered the culprit to stand.
"That was a most unlady-like expression, Alice," she said sternly. "Will you inform me as to the nature of your reason for saying that word in the presence of the class ? "
"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Grey. I made a mess in my book with the ink."
"You would never be punished by me for an accident, Alice," Miss Grey went on quite calmly, "but for the use of such intemperate language in class, you will be punished. Come forward please."
"Will you punish me yourself, Miss Grey?" the girl asked hopefully as she reached the teacher's desk.
"Yes, Alice, I shall. Go to the chair and prepare yourself.
"Thank you. Miss Grey," the girl said with feeling as she walked the few feet to an armless chair set up facing the class.
Calmly, Catherine got up and walked over to the chair where she sat. Beside her, the prepared girl waited for the command to lie across the waiting lap of the lovely teacher.
Preparation, Hope was surprised to see, consisted of the girl standing by the chair facing the class and raising her clothing above her waist. Nothing but her stockings covered her below that point.
It must bo terribly shameful for the girl to have to so display her body to the class of boys and girls. Looking at her, Hope saw that she was really more woman than girl.
Her thighs and tummy were luscious in their perfection of form and smoothness. A neat triangle of curly black hair heightened the whiteness of her lovely belly and thighs. She stood with her legs pressed tightly together, but there was no way she could hide herself since she was obliged to stand rigidly at attention with her hands at her sides.
Hope was barely able to hide a smile as she found herself wondering how many male cocks were standing rigidly at attention at that moment. Taking a quick look around the room, she noticed one boy with a hand in his pocket and guessed what he was doing.
As the girl turned to lower herself over the lap of the teacher, Hope caught her breath at the loveliness of the young ass she saw.
The skin was flawless, swelled into rounds that were just slightly oval and seemed delightfully firm. With a start, she found herself envying the teacher who held the girl on her thighs and would soon spank the sweetly formed ass.
Ignoring the class whom, she guessed were also staring at the girl, Hope feasted her eyes on the sight of the twin cheeks so beautifully separated by the shadowy valley that looked so tempting
Hope wanted to rush over and bury her face in it.
Catherine raised her right hand, wrapped her left arm around the smooth bare waist and delivered the first spank. It sounded loud in the quiet room.
It was obviously a stinging spank and the girl emitted a little gasp of shock. Again Catherine raised her right hand, the palm flat and smooth, the long, tapered fingers looking so graceful. Down came the hand. The firm cheek jiggled under the spank and the girl gave a louder cry this time.
As Catherine raised her hand again, Hope thrilled to the sight of the pink flush where the first spank had landed. The hand slapped again and the flush grew brighter.
Catherine went on spanking with smooth, rhythmic efficiency as the girl cried and bounced over her lap while the cheeks of her pretty ass grew a bright red.
Hope almost gasped aloud at what happened next. She did hear some gasps from the students. In her writhing as she cried and pleaded for mercy, Alice agitated so that one of her titties pushed out over the top of her rather low cut dress and fell right out.
It hung dangling and swaying as the spanking went on. It was a beautiful tittie, Hope saw at once. Not as big as her own, but big for a girl of sixteen. It was white as marble, beautifully pink tipped and looked so firm that it was mouth watering.
For a long time, the spanking went on as the lovely red ass heaved and bounced and the white bubbie swayed.
Hope pressed her thighs together under the desk and rubbed them together in passion. She guessed that every cock in the room was stiff with lust and that more than one girl were wishing she could get her hands and her mouth on the smooth, threshing body.
And then the spanking ended with both butt cheeks glowing brightly.
Sobbing, Alice got up clumsily and seemed horrified to find her right tittie hanging out naked before the members of the class. She reached to stuff it back in, but the teacher stopped her.
"No, Alice," she said without anger. "You permitted your breast to fall out so it shall remain out until you return to your desk after the walk. Start now."
Holding her clothing well above her waist, her luscious bubbies bouncing, she began walking down the aisle of desks. All eyes were on her as she approached and every head turned quickly when she passed to enjoy another look at the bright red ass cheeks.
The walk was not completed until she had walked every aisle, returned to the desk to thank her teacher for having disciplined her, turned to face the class again and dropped her skirts into place while tucking the well exposed tittie back into the top of her dress.
As she walked back to her desk, Catherine explained to Hope that this had been a normal, minor punishment. The reason the girl had thanked her earlier for deciding to spank her then and there, she went on, was that most teachers would have considered that the offence justified listing the girl for major punishment.
"Major punishment?" Hope asked. "What does that involve?"
"At the end of each class day, the lists are turned over to Miss Carter. Some of the culprits are ordered to appear at her private suite to re-beaten by the teachers in special punishment from her, while the others are sions. It usually means the spanking paddle, strap, or even the cane."
"And does this happen often?" Hope asked.
"There is a standing rule that at least one student from each class must be on the list each day. If there have been no major infractions, then the one who came closest by means of inattention or poor quality work becomes the winner."
"That must be a hard decision to make," Hope observed.
"Not terribly so as a rule. Other teachers don't have to worry much about it as they usually have three or four names on the list early in the day."
"I take it you're kinder than most of them."
"I don't know. I don't believe in punishing any student just for my own or Miss Carter's amusement. If punishment is deserved, they get it, if it isn't, I prefer to see that they don't."
"That does seem fair."
"Oh, by the way, Hope, Miss Carter informs me you have never administered a spanking of any type. Is that right?" She seemed stunned.
"That's right," Hope admitted as if a little ashamed of her inadequacy.
"Then we must do something about it. You will look after the next one who earns a spanking."
"Gee, Catherine, I'm nervous about spanking someone right in front of the class."
"Are you?" Catherine smiled warmly. "Then just think of how the victim will feel. One word of warning, by the way. If you get a reputation as a light spanker, the students will be quick to take advantage of you and will not respect you as they should. Lay it on well."
As they returned their attention to the class, Catherine called sharply to the boy who sat behind Alice. He was bent forward talking to her and, she guessed, teasing about what he had seen.
"Arthur," she commanded, "you will come forward and be punished immediately. You are well aware of the rules about talking in class."
Blushing furiously, the boy stood and walked nervously to the front of the room. Sitting at the desk watching as the big boy advanced, Hope felt at least as nervous as he.
But nervous or not, she realized, discipline was an important part of teaching and she had to learn. Making her tone sound much more confident than she really felt, Hope ordered him to go to the chair and prepare to have his bare behind spanked.
As she saw him trembling with fear and shame, Hope felt a surge of poise and knew she would be able to go through with it.
While Hope stared in amazement, the big boy removed his pants and dropped them to the floor. Blushing furiously, he bent and pulled his under pants down and off. Hope saw that he was quite a big boy indeed.
Although his tool wasn't really standing up, it looked quite excited and she guessed that it had been hard when he got up from his desk. If I were alone with him for this spanking, she thought, it would soon be hard.
She walked confidently to the chair, sat and added to his discomfort by staring directly at his dangling pecker, then ordered him over her lap.
His butt was almost girlishly smooth and the first spank sent a thrill through her as she felt the contact between her hand and the smooth cheek. After a half dozen spanks, he was squirming and beginning to sob.
The excitement spurred her on so that she spanked harder and the boy was soon sobbing and beating his ass. As he did, she felt the form of his cock through her thin gown and that really added to the pitch of her arousal.
Before long, the boy was crying loudly as Hope's spanking hand rose and fell with a sharp, confident spank each time. When both cheeks were a nice bright red, Hope decided she had done well. Releasing him from her lap, she sent him for his walk up and down the aisles.
Arthur drew a lot of attention from the other students and Hope read a look of approval in Catherine's eyes as she returned to the desk.
While she was thrilled at having passed the spanking test, she was even more thrilled at the tingling sensation she felt between her thighs where her cunny had become very hot and aroused.
When another girl was to be spanked later, Hope was again given the task and handled it more than adequately. When it was over, the twitching she felt inside her pussy was such that she knew she would go crazy if she didn't find a way to put the fire out.
Sensing that the young teacher was in trouble, Catherine took her to her room when the classes were over and they were quick to strip naked together.
After just a little of playing, each sucked the hot, wet cunt of the other until they came. It was the first time she had ever sucked a woman while having her own slit licked and she decided she liked it that way. She told Catherine how she felt about it.
"Most of us do it that way, dear," Catherine told her. "It really is more fun."
"You mean all the teachers do it?" Hope asked.
"Of course," Catherine laughed. "And it isn't restricted to teachers either."
"You mean the students too?"
"Of course, darling," Catherine said as she knelt up and Hope watched the well kissed teats flapping with the motion. "I must warn you though that no girl is permitted to suck or be sucked until Miss Carter breaks her in. There is a list of available girls and boys and you'd be wise to check it before taking any of them to bed."
"Boys too? Do they all fuck?"
"Most of them, but you'd be safer to check."
Hope recalled the big boy she had spanked that day and decided to check the list quickly. Fucking with her uncle had not been very enjoyable, but the thought of leading an eager sixteen-year-old boy through all the games until his stiff cock drove up her twat excited her all over again.
But that was no problem. Catherine saw her excitement and pushing her down on the bed, licked her slit until she came again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Each day after that, Hope sat in with a different teacher and discovered that each employed a different method. Of them all, she vastly preferred the style of Catherine Grey who was always fair in discipline and seemed devoted to helping students actually learn.
Least of all did she appreciate the style of Margaret Thompson. One of the oldest teachers in the school at the age of thirty-one, Margaret seemed to devote all her time and attention in classes to finding reasons for administering beatings.
Un-like Catherine, she considered hand spanking much too mild and preferred the cane and strap. As a result, students guilty of only minor offences were listed for major punishment with great frequency.
During the day Hope spent in her class she witnessed five times the number of beatings Catherine had given in a day and felt that most of them were quite undeserved.
The most flagrantly so was administered to an older boy named James. Picking at him until she found a minor flaw in his answers, Margaret summoned him to the front of the room and ordered him to strip naked. Hope saw tears in his eyes as he began to undress.
"He really hates this," Margaret whispered. "You'll see why in a minute."
As much as she pitied the tall, studious looking boy, Hope found herself watching him anxiously to find out what Margaret meant. When he pulled his underpants down, there was a little buzz from the girls in the class and Hope was able to understand.
Although his meat was quite limp, she guessed it was at least seven inches long, perhaps even longer. The embarrassed boy made an effort to hide it from sight with his hand.
"Remove your hands instantly," Margaret snapped.
Immediately, the boy trembled and put his hands at his sides in accordance with the rules.
"Just for that, James," the teacher went on, "you will stand there and allow the girls to stare at your long John for five minutes. I am sure they will appreciate that." There was a cruel smile on her face and Hope saw all the sadism of the woman in that moment.
"He has the longest whang in the school," Margaret whispered, "and is terribly self conscious about it. When he gets a bone, it's a full eleven inches from tip to balls."
"I didn't realize men grew that long."
"Some do. I once took a twelve-inch pole into my twat and it was quite twice as big around as Jimmy's. I really thought I'd be screwed to death that night."
When the five minutes had expired, Margaret walked to the chair and sat. She spent a lot of time smoothing the front of her gown before reaching out with her left hand which she wrapped around the long, dangling meat. She used it as a handle to draw the embarrassed boy down across her lap. Her big hand spanked hard and the boy was sobbing after the first few spanks.
As she watched the spanking, Hope was torn by mixed emotions. She wanted to pity the boy who bounced and cried as the spanking went on for a long time, and yet, she couldn't get her mind away from what the teacher had said about the length of his bone.
She felt herself trembling with desire as she thought of the youth standing naked with such a long pole standing right up from his belly. By the time the spanking ended and he began his parade around the room. Hope had made up her mind that she would find a way to get him to her room for punishment even though she wouldn't actually punish him when they got there.
After the class was over, Hope summoned up all her courage and asked Margaret whether Jimmy's name was on the permitted list.
"Oh you can be sure of that," Margaret said with a laugh as she rubbed her hand expressively in her crotch. "Do you want to take him on?"
"Yes."
"Well that can be arranged easily. I already have him listed. I'll tell Miss Carter that you'd like to have a crack at him tonight. I'm sure she'll assign him to you for punishment."
"Thank you Margaret. How long may I keep him there? In my room, I mean."
"Keep him as long as your twat can take it," Margaret laughed. "As long as you get him to class in the morning, there's no time limit."
Before dinner that evening, Hope checked the assignment list and trembled at the sight of the boy's name marked to visit her room for punishment. All the others had been claimed, but that suited her.
Looking over the list, she saw that John Crompton had claimed four of the older girls and that Margaret had taken three girls and three boys. There was, Hope thought with a shudder, no limit to her sadistic delight in administering punishment. There would be six very sore arses in the morning, she sensed.
At seven o'clock, bathed and dressed, Hope sat in her room and waited for the knock on her door. It came and she felt her heart pound as she instructed the visitor to enter.
Jimmy stood inside the door looking terribly nervous. "I'm reporting for punishment, Miss Benson," he said in a pained tone.
"Come inside and close the door, James," she tried to keep her voice calm and under control, but it was no easy task.
"Do you enjoy being punished?" she asked by way of getting things started.
"Oh no, Miss Benson."
"Do you enjoy stripping and showing your tool?"
"Not in front of the whole class, Miss."
"Oh? Will you then enjoy showing it to me?"
"Not at first, Miss. It always hurts to have to undress like that."
"Well then, James, since you seem to be a good boy, I'll try to make this easier for you. Undress down to your waist, but I'll let you retain your pants for the time being."
The boy obviously didn't understand what was going on, but the thought of keeping his pants on for a while helped ease his nervousness a little.
Quickly, he stripped off his shirt and singlet and showed a good chest development. Walking up to the boy, Hope ran her smooth hands over his chest and back.
"Do you like that?" she asked in little more than a whisper.
"Yes, Miss. Your hands are soft and gentle."
"Run your hands over my chest, Jimmy."
His eyes wide with surprise, he raised his hands, put them on the swells in the front of her gown and began to rub. Hope felt her nipples growing in arousal.
"All right then, Jimmy," she whispered. "I'm going to make it easier for you to undress."
With a smile in the direction of the boy, she began unbuttoning the front of her dress. Opening it all the way, she stepped out of it. Under it, she wore only a short, thin shift through which her titties and swelling ass pushed in exciting curves.
"Rub my chest with one hand this time," she told him, "and rub my ass with the other."
The youth was eager to do her bidding and his hands were greedy and exciting as he rubbed the thin garment and felt the smooth, warm mounds of her flesh.
"Would you like to see me with my shift off?" she asked.
"Yes, please Miss."
"Very well, Jimmy, take your pants off now."
Without the least sign of reluctance, he opened his pants and almost jumped out of them. Through the linen underpants, she saw the strong outline of a very big and stiff whacker.
"You're nice and hard, Jimmy," she smiled. "Did you get that way just from looking at me?"
"Yes, Miss. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Thank you, Jimmy. For such nice words, I am going to reward you."
Catching the hem of her shift, she pulled it slowly over her head and stood nude in front of him. Without a word, she moved closer to him, bent and pulled his underpants down.
Hope's heart pounded at the sight of the stiff, throbbing weapon. Margaret had said it was eleven inches long, but it looked much longer. It wasn't at all thick, but it was so beautifully long that she wanted to grab it and drive it up her itching quim without waiting.
Taking the tool in her hand, she pulled it against her silken belly and invited the boy to embrace and kiss her while feeling her up. All during the long kiss, she kept rubbing as the big bone pressed along her belly and above her waist. The thought of taking the full length of it into her little narrow slit made her feel a wetness between her thighs.
"Do you want to beat me now, Miss ? " he asked in a voice that trembled.
"I think I shall overlook the beating, James. You have been rather well beaten already today."
"Oh no, Miss," he gasped in alarm.
"Do you mean you want to be beaten?" This time it was her turn to register surprise.
"No, I don't like being beaten. It hurts. But if you don't give me a good beating, you would get in trouble if you were caught."
"Thank you very much, James. Let's go to the bed now and get it over with. I won't beat you too hard."
"I fear you must, Miss Benson. Miss Carter usually comes in to check and my ass should look red or she will be angry."
Reluctantly, Hope took him over her lap, adjusted his bone which was difficult because of its length and began spanking the upturned ass cheeks.
Remembering his words, she spanked a lot harder than she wanted to and continued until both cheeks were fiery red. He cried loudly and kicked his feet, but in view of what he told her earlier, she persisted. In spite of her sympathy for the youth, Hope felt herself becoming more and more aroused as her hand spanked the bouncing ass and his erect whacker rubbed against her.
At last, she stopped spanking and helped the boy to his feet. Standing, she held him close to her naked body until he stopped sobbing.
"Now then, James, because you have been such a good boy, tell me what you'd like to do."
"Please, Miss," there were still sobs in his trembling voice, "may I see and play with your cunny. It must be a most beautiful one."
"Of course, dear" she said warmly as she moved to the bed, lay on her back and opened her legs wide. She bent her knees to offer him easy access to her warm and waiting crotch.
Throwing himself to his knees beside the bed, the boy stared at her twat and, a moment later, she felt his hands moving on it. He played with it for a long time and made it quite moist.
He poked a long finger inside the slit then and began moving it inside. It produced a lot more moisture and she knew the slit would be wet enough to allow the long pecker to slip in easily without hurting her a bit.
James took his hand away from her crotch then, but before she could begin to regret the loss, he made everything better. She felt his hands rubbing her thighs, hips and ass and then he was pressing his face into her crotch with his mouth open and his tongue forcing into her slit.
Hope began to bounce on the bed, but the experienced youth held her nicely as he went on licking her cunt with wild greed until she felt herself coming. He kept his mouth against her and she cried out as the come rocked her whole body.
Her thighs pressed his face tightly and her fingers dug into his tangled black hair, wet with sweat from the heat of her aroused crotch.
"Oooh, Jimmy," she panted, "come up on the bed now and stick that beautiful big bone into my twat. Ride the butt off me, darling, my slit is screaming for a stiff cock like yours."
As he scrambled onto the bed, she saw that he held the magnificent rod in one hand as his other hand dug at her twat to open the wet lips.
The lips opened fast and she felt the head of his rammer push inside. In spite of his obvious excitement, James proved to be a gentle fucker.
He pushed into her twat an inch at a time with short strokes. When she felt that she must have taken everything he had, she looked down and saw at least three more inches of bone yet to come. She gave a little cry of delight and the boy drove the rest of it into her slit with one long drive.
Never had anything been pushed so far into her twat. It seemed to fill her whole body. She expected to feel the slightly enlarged head of it at her throat. When she gulped and couldn't feel it, she was almost disappointed.
Still, she told herself, when he comes with his bone so far up me, I'll feel his juice in my teats and in my mouth and everywhere.
He was ramming her like a prize stallion and Hope kept crying in ecstasy. She had never dreamed a fuck could be so good.
It became even better then as he continued rutting her and she felt herself building to come again.
"Oh, Miss . . . oh . . . oh . . . I can't hold back any longer," he almost cried.
"Let it go, you sweet darling fucker," she almost roared. "Give it to me hard, I'm coming . . . I'm coming. . . . "
He gave three quick drives deep inside her twat and then drove down hard and pressed as he spurted what felt like gallons of hot fuck juice so deeply inside her burning twat that it was an entirely new sensation. She had never felt cream so deep inside her. Hope could almost taste it.
When he started to get up off her sweating belly and titties, she stopped him.
"Leave it inside me, darling," she panted. "Let it soak there until it gets strong again. Will you be able to get another bone on ? "
"I think so, Miss. I'll try as hard as I can."
A long time later, when he still had not been able to work up another bone, she told him to pull it out.
Taking her shift, she wiped it clean and began to play with it. He sighed and she felt his body jerk when she bent and took it into her mouth.
Almost at once, she felt life returning to it. She sucked it for a while longer and found it as stiff and straight as a ramrod.
She threw herself back on the bed and he was in her crotch again. It took him a long time to get his load off this time with the result that Hope enjoyed two delicious comes before he finally drowned her twat with his juice and collapsed on her belly as if dead.
When he had enough strength, she told him to get dressed and go back to his room.
James had taken his beating, but he was a very happy young man as he left the room and looked at the beautiful naked woman on the bed.
She lay with her legs wide apart, her lovely big titties heaving and her cunny looking thoroughly screwed and satisfied.
James thought she was already asleep, but she wasn't. Hope was deep in beautiful thought. In her mind, she was still looking at the magnificent rammer as he knelt between her thighs and prepared to shove it into her slit one more time.
When she pressed her thighs tightly together, Hope found that she could recapture the feeling of the long bone inside her quim.
Doing so, she felt her heart pounding as if ready to explode. There was a very similar sensation in her twat and she was, she knew, more ecstatic than she had ever been in her entire life.
James, she promised herself, would receive many more spankings from her and she would sample his great pole many, many times.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hope woke the next morning with her body and her mind still glowing as a result of the session of the previous evening with the delightful young student and his oversized tool.
As she bathed to remove the perspiration and odors of love from her body, the touch of her own hands became very exciting. Still, there was no time to linger over erotic games with her hands so she hurried through the bath and dressed for classes.
It was at that point that the storm clouds moved into her brain and chased away the sunshine of the long cock and all the joy it had brought not just to her slit, but to all of her.
More than anything, Hope had always wanted to be a school teacher. Around her through childhood, she saw adults unable to read, write or do figures. They were, she sensed, little more than animals.
Even more frightening though, was the thought of all the children of her own age who were growing up in the footsteps of their parents. They too would become serfs, unable to look after themselves, being taken advantage of by those who had education.
As a teacher, she often dreamed, she would bring hope to so many in the form of education. Over her lifetime, she would be responsible for saving thousands of persons. It was a most exciting dream and a most challenging one.
And then had come the appointment to Miss Carter's exclusive school. It should have signalled the achievement of the dream and for the first few days at the school, there had been such excitement for her that she thought indeed the dream goal had been achieved.
Now, the bottom was falling out and she was crashing down from the clouds on which she had rested while enjoying the ultimate in sexual pleasures.
In spite of all her good intentions, the children she was teaching here were the children of the rich. They had every chance in the world and needed no help beyond all the money and influence they would get from their parents.
If I were not here teaching them, she reasoned with regret, someone else would. I really contribute nothing to them because they need nothing from me.
But what of all the hopeless and helpless children she had set out to save? With a tremor of guilt, Hope realized she had turned her back on them to accept the luxury of teaching in a private school where life was enjoyable and the emphasis was on sexual enjoyment rather than education of those who required it.
But it was the thought of that sexual enjoyment that really made her feel ashamed. There could be no denying the fact that she was enjoying it.
What had seemed so thrilling and wonderful last night, turned sour in her and left her feeling like the dirtiest whore who had ever lived.
And then there was no more time for thinking, no time for examination of conscience. That came as a relief, a welcome escape from a painful experience. Still, she reminded herself, it was only a .stay of execution. She would have to come back to her thoughts and they would be no more pleasant then, she sensed with dread. She walked into the room and pulled the door closed behind her.
The students were still standing and remained on their feet until she took her seat beside John Crompton, her teaching guide for the day. It was to be her first day with him and she wondered what it would be like.
As the students sat, he greeted her warmly and enquired as to how she was enjoying life at the school.
"I'm not sure," she answered out of her confusion. "So much of it is thrilling and exciting, but I wonder if a teacher couldn't contribute more than I can here."
"You sound like an old fashioned minister preparing his Sunday sermon," the man said with a teasing smile. "I saw that you took James of the long whang to your room last night and I'm prepared to bet that there were some contributions made."
Hope felt herself blushing and hated herself for being unable to hide her feelings from the man.
"Don't be embarrassed, my dear," he patted her knee. "We all do the same sort of things around here and talk freely about it. I damn near screwed myself to death last night after spanking a lovely collection of sweet, smooth bums. Did Jamie give you a good time?"
"Oh yes," she admitted a little less shyly. "He does have a magnificent specimen."
"Don't I know it. Just a couple of weeks ago, I bent him over and buggered him. While I was doing it, I jerked his meat until he fired. I'll swear he threw a stream a good fifteen feet. I can just imagine how it would feel charging deep inside a woman's twat."
"I'm afraid I don't like buggering."
"It can be fun as a variation. I'm just trying to work up the courage to take him to my room again and have him sink that long pole all the way up my ass."
"I would be terrified at the thought," Hope shuddered.
The class was beginning to show signs of becoming a bit restless, so John commenced the class. Within ten minutes, he called one of the girls to the front of his desk and informed her that he was not satisfied with the manner in which she had recited the poem they were studying.
He instructed her to come around the desk where, with her back toward the students, she was obliged to recite the entire poem.
As she began, nervously, Hope was stunned to see the man slip his hand up the front of her dress. At first, she guessed he was only stroking the thighs of the girl, but after a little while, she saw that he had his finger in the girl's crotch and was diddling her slit.
To that point, she had done well, but suddenly, her concentration began to fall apart. She stumbled over a few lines then, her face red, her voice trembling, she told him she was stuck.
"As I suspected, Jean," he said sternly, "you haven't studied it properly. Go to the chair and prepare for your spanking."
As the girl walked with her head bowed, Hope saw the man hold the finger he had used just below his nose for a moment before putting it in his mouth and licking it.
Looking down, she saw the bulge in the front of his pants and wondered how he would hide it from the class when he stood.
He didn't try. The bulge of his aroused cock obvious to all who looked, he walked over to the chair where the girl stood naked from her waist to the tops of her stockings. She had a lovely body.
Quite calmly, John draped her across his lap so that he would feel the pressure of her body on his bone and began to spank her.
She had sensitive skin which began to color from the very first spank. Despite the fact that he didn't really spank her with great force, she cried loudly and showed more of her body than she should have as she kicked her legs wildly so that Hope enjoyed quick views of a sweet looking little twat.
As the spanking progressed, all thoughts of guilt and reformation fled her mind. There were no thoughts except those which built in her crotch.
The spanking ended and the teacher hurried back to the desk as the girl began her painful walk around the class to display her hot, red ass and the triangle of belly hair she obviously wished she were permitted to hide.
Instantly, John reached down to open the front of his pants and pull out his whacker. It was stiff as a poker and big. What really impressed Hope, in addition to his boldness, was the size of the head of it. It was bigger even than her uncle's had been and glowed a dark red like a beacon.
As he watched the girl walking up and down the aisles, he jerked the tool up and down and Hope expected to see him shoot a stream over the top of the desk.
At which she sensed was the last moment, he released his grip and his whole body went tense. A small drop of white fluid oozed out and trickled down over the red head of the abused meat.
"That was close," he said with a grin as he relaxed again and tucked it back in his pants.
Later in the morning, when a young male fell from grace, Hope took over and administered a sound spanking to his bare ass.
From time to time, Hope noted, John went out of his way to lure one of the students into punishment, but mostly, the man functioned as a very good teacher. He had, Hope was surprised to see, an excellent understanding of literature and was able to share it with the students.
Envying him his ability, Hope wondered how long it would take for her to acquire such a teaching competence. She swore that if she ever did, she would not waste it as he did by trapping students into punishing spankings and playing with himself after.
Just when she was convinced that she could overcome her newly developed lust and become a good teacher, Hope was called on to spank a girl.
No sooner was the luscious ass upturned over her lap than she felt the tingle of arousal and began to spank the lovely cheeks with gusto. Long before she finished the spanking and sent the girl for her walk, Hope realized she was trapped by her own passions.
As she walked back to her seat behind the desk, her thighs rubbed under her gown and she felt heat fanning out from her twat.
John proved to be quite observant. The moment she sat, he slipped his hand into the opening at the waist of her gown, reached down and under her shift and began stroking her cunny.
Her ass wriggled on the chair as he probed inside with one finger until he found the throbbing bud and began to rub it with vigor.
When Hope saw that she was on the verge of coming and that he had no intention of stopping, she hurriedly picked up a book and, opening it, held it in front of her face so that the students would not see her expression.
She came with a rush and felt the hand press the lips of her twat. Clenching her teeth, she just managed to hold back the cry that fought for expression.
The heat of the moment behind her, Hope sat tiredly as John went on with the lesson as if nothing had happened. She was amazed at how quickly and easily he could make the transition to excellent teacher after having been such a lust fiend.
Later, when the children were sent out for their period of fresh air and rest, they stayed behind in the classroom.
"How does your twat feel after that little diddling?" he asked with an open smile.
"It feels fine now, John, but you almost made me scream when I came."
"You should have been here the day I did it to Catherine. Not only did she scream, but she damn near fell off the chair. The students really giggled about that and I thought Catherine would kill me."
"I think she should have. You're a monster, John Crompton. You are without a doubt a fiend."
"Now is that any way to talk to a man who has already diddled you and is about to lick your slit for you?"
"Are you serious?" she asked in a shocked voice. Right here in the class room?"
"Of course I am. Having felt that lovely little quim, I really must taste it. Lean back in your chair with your clothes up."
He spoke with such complete confidence that Hope found herself standing to raise her clothes, then leaning back in the chair with her bare ass on the edge of it.
Kneeling hurriedly between her legs, the man casually pressed his face into her crotch and licked her until she came again.
Hope found the strength to lower her clothes before the students returned to the room, but she still shook her head in amazement. Teaching was nothing at all like she had expected it would be.
CHAPTER SIX
"Please, Catherine, you must help me," Hope spoke the words with such feeling that it was almost a cry of despair.
"Of course I shall, my dear. Come to my room and we'll talk as much as you want. Still, I'm not at all confident I have the wisdom to help you."
Classes were over for the day and there was more than an hour before the list would be posted for evening discipline. It would give them lots of time to talk. Hope wondered if she would be able to think clearly enough to disclose all the confusion she felt in her mind and her heart.
"Now then, dear," Catherine began as they sat on her bed. "Try to get right down to the root of your problem and tell me all about it. If I can possibly help you in any way, you know I shall."
"Oh thank you, Catherine. You're so sweet. Truly, you the the only person to whom I'd dare unburden my mind right now."
"Come, come, dear. I'm sure it isn't that bad. Just start talking even if you feel all mixed up. We can work things out as we go along."
Slowly and with great nervousness, Hope began to pour out the story of her doubts and guilt. Catherine listened with infinite patience and spoke only to seek clarification of some point the young woman made without proper clarity.
"You poor dear," Catherine commiserated when Hope ran out of words at last, "you really have been carrying around a head full of troubles."
"Can you understand at all though?" Hope asked in the same tone of desperation.
"I think I can, dear, but we can't cover everything at once. Let's take it one step at a time and look at things in some kind of order."
"Oh bless you, Catherine. I just knew I could count on you to help keep me from getting out of my mind."
"There, there now pet. Let's not make things sound any worse than they are already."
"Could they be any worse?" Hope almost sobbed in bitter frustration.
"O' course they could. Now you just listen to me for a while. It sounds to me like you are a dedicated teacher. There's no reason for shame in that. At the same time, it seems that you have discovered how good sex can be and you don't want to give it up. Am I right so far ? "
"Yes, you're right, but hearing you say it tells me I have myself trapped."
"Nothing of the sort. Let's forget about everything else for now and concentrate on those two basic points. If we can work them out, the rest will just fall into place."
"I don't see how that can be possible, Catherine dear, but please let's try."
"All right, here we go. So you are a dedicated teacher and want to help those who have no other chance. That's one very good point in your favor. I agree that the people here, the students I mean, represent all that is decadent about our England.
"After they graduate from here, they will go to spend lives of decadence as their parents now do. A few of them may even make some contribution to the country, but I doubt that many will. All right, let us assume we're wasting our time teaching them."
"You see, Catherine, you confirm the very things that are bothering me."
"Just listen to me, young lady," Catherine pretended sharpness, "and reserve your negative comments until I have finished.
"Until you came to this school, you had no qualifications as a teacher. Yes, you had, I am sure the knowledge and the intelligence, but you lacked the credentials. This is more than-likely the only school in the country that would have taken you on staff and that was done because of your beauty. "Now don't be offended. I know you have a good mind and will probably be a brilliant teacher. In order to get a post as a teacher, one needs better qualifications that you were able to get. Miss Carter hired you because of your beauty of face and form and also because she sensed that you could be a good teacher.
"Now then, I think we have established that point, let's go on from there. Your luscious little body got you this big chance when nothing else would have. If Miss Carter wants to cash in my taking you to bed with her, I think she has every right. Don't you?"
"I guess so. But what about all the other things I do? What about James, for instance?"
"What about James indeed. Having been introduced to real sex in a way that only Elizabeth Carter can do it, you would be a fool for blaming yourself because you like it. All right then., you're not a fool so you like it. Around you, there are hundreds of potential sexual partners. What are you supposed to do, ignore them ? "
"But is it right, Catherine?"
"Is it? Who knows? They're a bunch of hot little twats and stiff young cocks. Their parents live a life of doing nothing better than buggering and screwing their servants and their neighbors. Their children are the same. If they weren't doing those things here, they would be doing them somewhere else. We do them no harm at all. Can you understand that much?"
"Yes, I think I can, but it doesn't justify what
I'm doing."
"Give me time. Very well then. We have established that the school has given you the opportunity to qualify as a first class teacher, that you are not wrong in enjoying sex and that you are not harming the students. Right so far?"
"I think so," Hope answered tentatively.
"You think so? If you don't start showing a little more co-operation, I shall turn you over my lap and spank that delightful ass of yours as if you were a student."
"You wouldn't," Hope declared.
"Indeed I would, dear. There is a particular pleasure in spanking older girls on their firm, young behinds, but I find an even greater pleasure in spanking a beautiful mature woman such as you. Don't stretch your luck too thin."
"All right," Hope smiled. "I'll be good."
"Now then, one thing remains. Suppose you were to stay here for perhaps two years. By then, you would still be only twenty-two, you would have excellent qualifications that would get you a post in any school anywhere in the world, and at the same time, you would have gotten quite accustomed to sex so that you would know what you want."
"You do make it sound very impressive, Catherine, but what if by then I decide I like this life of sex so much that I don't want to leave ? "
"That's no problem. You will make your decision then and will have enjoyed two years of peace of mind while learning to be a very good teacher. Now if you think I'm wrong, show me."
"Gee, Catherine, I can't. You make it all sound so very logical and simple. Why couldn't I figure that out by myself if I'm as bright as you say?"
"Because you silly little goose, you're only human. We can't reason away our own problems because we are always too close to them. It can sometimes be very easy for another to see what we cannot."
"Then help me with something else, Catherine. What can I think about the fact that many of these students are beaten when they do not deserve it?"
"You can think that there are good teachers and bad ones in any school. Discipline is an important part of education. Students must be punished. Some teachers punish for their own enjoyment whether it is deserved or not. That, of course, is wrong."
"But I have to be truthful, Catherine, I find myself enjoying it when I spank them."
"Of course you do and so do I, but that is no crime. I think you would find that most parents get a thrill out of baring the bottoms of their children and spanking them. There is something about the feel and the sound of your hand slapping a nice smooth ass that has to be enjoyable. Don't ever be ashamed of that, my darling little goose."
"Can I trust myself to spank only when it is deserved ? "
"I think you can. I have a lot of faith in you. Tell me dear, you've spent a day in my classes, did you see me spank anyone who didn't deserve it?"
"Oh no, I think you're the fairest teacher in the school by far."
"Then do the same and you won't have a thing to worry about. In the meantime, when you are going to spank someone, go ahead and enjoy yourself."
"Oh, Catherine, you can't know how much you've helped me. I don't know how I can ever thank you for all you've done."
"Don't you? I'll show you, dear. Stand up and raise your clothes like a naughty student."
With a little yelp of delight, Hope quickly did as she was told. A moment later, she settled herself across the woman's lap with her delicious ass nicely posed.
Catherine gave her a long, deliberate spanking that left her ass cheeks glowing. After that, they undressed and came together on the bed to suck each other off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Smiling contentedly, the two women rolled over on the bed and embraced as they kissed warmly. Hope felt a warm, delightful tingle in her ass from the spanking. There was a matching tingle between her legs where Catherine's mouth had sucked her twat while she was busy sucking the slit of the other woman.
Both were in the mood to do it again, but Catherine realized it was time to check the evening discipline list. Laughing and chatting, they dressed quickly and hurried to the office where the list was posted.
To her surprise, Hope discovered that she had been posted for an interview with the headmistress at seven o'clock. Her surprise was compounded when she noticed that John Crompton was posted for similar duty at the same time.
"What does it mean ? " Hope asked with a puzzled frown.
"As far as I'm concerned, dear," Catherine answered with a shrug, "it means that with two teachers out of action for the evening, I'm going to have to spank more students than I want to."
"Seriously, dear," Hope persisted, "why would she call both John and me to her suite at the same time?"
"With Elizabeth Carter, darling, one never tries to guess. Just relax and the odds are that you will have a thoroughly delightful time. You may find walking a little difficult in the morning if they both spend the evening working on your tasty little quim, but don't let that bother you."
"Darn you, Catherine, I think you're trying to scare me."
"Watch your language, little one, or I may take you over my lap again. A second spanking would really get through to you, I should think."
Smiling at the threat, Hope waited while her friend signed off a few students for discipline in her room that evening. She saw that Catherine had chosen three females and one male and would have a busy evening.
After that, they walked to the staff dining room together to eat. Through the meal, they chatted easily between themselves and with others.
Miss Carter listened to unofficial reports on the activities of the day and gave the impression of being in a mood of unusual gaiety.
Watching and listening, Hope couldn't help thinking that her command performance in the private suite of the woman that evening had a lot to do with the mood of brightness the regal Miss Carter was demonstrating.
When she would have been afraid of what was in store, Hope reminded herself that her previous visit to the suite, except for the sample spankings, had been one of wild and abandoned pleasure. There was, she told herself, no reason to expect that this one would not be the same.
After eating, there was just time enough to hurry back to her room for a bath and change of clothes. As she stripped, she looked over her shoulder while arching her ass toward the mirror and saw that while some of the color from the recent spanking was still there, it was fading. She decided it was better that she look fresh and rested for her appointment with the headmistress.
Bathing very carefully, she selected the best of her clothing and took great pains to ensure that her face and hair looked just right. It was, after all, not just a casual session with another teacher or a student and she had been through quite a day.
Looking back to the session with John when he had licked her slit until she came in the classroom, the serious session with Catherine which had solved many of her problems, and the later double embrace when they had sucked each other, Hope told herself she would have been content with a quiet sort of evening and a good night's sleep.
Still, the voice of the headmistress had been heard and any thought of a quiet evening now was out of the question. Miss Carter would decide how quiet or unquiet it would be and nothing would alter that in any way.
Dressed, she checked the time and saw that she would have to leave immediately in order to arrive in the suite by seven. Instinct told her that to arrive at one minute after would be a serious mistake.
On her way down the hall, heading toward the east wing which constituted the spacious private suite of Miss Carter, Hope became aware of hurrying footsteps behind her. Turning to look, she saw John Crompton hurrying to catch up.
"Hello John," she greeted him with a smile as she waited for him to catch up, "do you have any idea what this is about?"
"I have quite a few. After all, I've been here a couple of years now."
"Then please give me some idea of what to expect, will you ? "
"Not on your life, darling. We're due there right at this moment and I have no intention of incurring the wrath of the lady by being even one minute late for our appointment."
Hope was annoyed at the fact that both Catherine and John insisted on keeping her in the dark, but she saw that there was no hope of getting him to tell her anything.
He knocked on the door and the female student on duty opened it to admit them.
Behind the girl, they saw Elizabeth Carter standing in an Oriental silk gown which brushed the floor. With a woman's eye for such things, Hope sensed that Elizabeth was absolutely naked under the gown.
It didn't frighten her at all, nor, on sober second thought, did it surprise her. With her knowledge of the woman and her voracious appetite for the things of the flesh, nothing could have been more appropriate than that she be nude under her gown.
"Do sit, my dears," Elizabeth waved graciously toward the big couch. "I think we should enjoy a drink and relax before we begin our evening. I suppose, Hope, you are wondering what this is all about?"
"To tell the truth, Miss Carter, I am. It seems that no one will tell me anything."
"That, my dear, is as it should be. The other members of the staff know the rules and you will soon learn them. As for this evening, call it a continuation of your education. That should suffice for the time being, I should think."
"Yes, Miss Carter, I'm sure you are right," Hope replied meekly.
Elizabeth sent John to pour the drinks and did it in such a manner that Hope was shocked. It was as if she were talking to the lowliest servant in the house. In spite of that, Hope noticed that he bowed and smiled as he obeyed her curt order.
"I think you should enjoy the evening, Hope," the headmistress said with a smile. "I understand you have done much to broaden your sexual education since you arrived here. Is that correct?"
"Oh yes, Miss Carter. I surely have learned much. Of course, I am aware that I have much more to learn yet."
"I find your attitude quite good, my dear. Pay close attention this evening. The purpose of the lesson is to teach you how to handle the male of the species. I imagine you will find many portions of the lesson interesting, to say the very least."
The words were interesting enough to arouse interest, but the smile with which they were delivered was such that Hope felt her knees rubbing together in the birth of lust.
"You will tell me what is required of me, Miss Carter?" she asked. "I'm always so afraid of doing the wrong thing at the wrong time."
"I'm pleased to see your interest in learning, sweet, I have no fear that you will do wrong. I understand," she paused to smile knowingly, "that you made use of the youth with the spectacular cock. Did you find him enjoyable for your purposes?"
"Oh yes, Miss Carter. I'd never seen anything quite like it."
"I understand your meaning, dear. It really is quite remarkable for size. Of course, he is a callow youth with much to learn about the use of his bone. Still, he can be an interesting diversion from other things."
They paused in their conversation and John poured the drinks. He acted with the proper air one would expect from a well trained servant. Hope guessed his manner was in some way connected with the purpose of the evening meeting, but it still puzzled her. What was most puzzling was his obvious enjoyment of his role, as if he liked to be dominated into playing servant.
Hope was almost surprised when John was permitted to sit and have a drink with them. It was as if he were a guest again instead of a servant.
"Oh John," she said casually at one point, "I understand you lapped Hope's pretty little slit. Isn't it just a dream? I don't think I've ever tasted a better one."
"It is all of that, Miss Carter. I'm looking forward to my next taste of it."
"Then let us hope you won't be kept waiting too long in that case."
Although the conversation didn't shock her as much as it would have on the day of her arrival, Hope still found it was difficult to understand that staff members of a fashionable school would talk so freely about such things.
When the drinks were finished, Elizabeth looked at the man in a way that was obviously a signal of some kind, Hope sensed. Excusing himself, he got up and walked out of the room.
While Hope was still trying to understand what was going on, a knock sounded on the door. At the sound, Elizabeth called "come in."
Hope was really confused when she saw John walk into the room. His shoulders were hunched and the expression on his face was even more servile than it had been before.
"How dare you enter this room without removing your clothes first," Elizabeth snapped angrily. "Come kneel before me at once."
As the man advanced with his head still bowed, Hope was able to sense that it was some kind of a game with which they were both familiar, but she couldn't understand it for the life of her.
While she watched, the man reached the couch and dropped to his knees. Without hurrying, Elizabeth sat forward on the couch. Her right arm flashed and the hand exploded in a loud slap across the side of his face.
Tears sprang to his eyes instantly, but he said nothing. The slap had obviously hurt him, but the gleam in his eyes at that moment had nothing to do with pain at all, Hope sensed.
"Come, you stupid lout," Elizabeth snapped again with an air that was not to be ignored, "undress me at once or you will pay dearly for your stupidity."
He reached to help her to her feet and she rose with the air of a queen rising from the throne. Hope saw the vivid red color on the cheek that had been slapped and wondered what manner of man could possibly be aroused by such brutal treatment.
And yet, another look at his stiff weapon more than confirmed how excited he was as he began undressing the woman who stood with the same queenly grace and confidence as he removed her clothing one item at a time until she was quite as naked as he.
"Well, stupid," she snapped again, "hurry and undress my guest. You can surely see that she is overdressed and requires your services."
As John turned toward her, Hope got up nervously and tried to look composed as he began removing her clothes. As had been the case with Elizabeth, he worked silently and with impressive efficiency until she too was completely naked.
"Stand quietly so that we may examine you," her voice held the same curt tone and the man stood rigidly at attention, his entire body as rigid as his hard cock.
At Elizabeth's invitation Hope joined her in checking the size and stiffness of his tool and the state of his bag of balls as well.
It was a strange sight as the man submitted in such an abject manner to the personal inspection of his person.
"You seem to be in order," she commented. "You may pour fresh drinks for us."
He obeyed and the women raised their glasses in a toast to each other.
"Perhaps you would like a drink, slave," Elizabeth slashed him with her tongue. "Bring the large goblet and you shall get something appropriate to your station.
With the same meekness which did not seem at all in keeping with the manliness of his big tool, the man hurried across the room and returned with a large pewter goblet.
"Now then, Hope," she said sweetly, "do you by any chance need to pee?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I do," Hope answered, "but there is no urgency at the moment."
"Oh but there is, my dear. Stand and our slave will attend to your needs."
Puzzled, but unwilling to appear stupid, Hope stood and wondered what to do next. When Elizabeth instructed her to move her thighs apart, Hope did so. She gave a little gasp of surprise when John put the goblet between her thighs and raised it to her crotch so that it was just at her twat.
"Go ahead and pee, dear," Elizabeth said in that same erotic tone.
For a moment, Hope feared that nervousness would make it impossible, then she felt her muscles taking control and heard the splash as her stream of pee splashed noisily into the big goblet. She drained herself and when John took it away, she saw that it was so close to being full that the man had difficulty in holding it without permitting any to spill.
"Now then, slave," she spat the words, "you will be permitted to drink with us."
As if he had been handed a vintage champagne, John raised the goblet to his smiling lips. He quaffed the unconventional drink with such relish that he had drained it before the women finished their small glasses of sherry.
Hope thought she had been trained to accept just about anything, but she found his performance upsetting. Other things to which she had been introduced could, she felt, be justified in that they provided some form of sexual enjoyment to both participants. What he did with such pride, however, only made her feel sick to her stomach.
Doing her best to hide her true feelings in fear of arousing the anger of the unpredictable headmistress, she raised her glass to her lips again.
She lowered it without tasting it at all. Imagination told her that it wasn't really sherry, that it was the same terrible thing he had drunk.
Whether or not Elizabeth had guessed her feelings, she couldn't tell, but just at that moment, Elizabeth put her glass down and called the strange man to her.
"I do believe you are still thirsty, John," she said in a warmer tone than she had used in speaking to him previously. "Sit under me and I shall give you a much warmer drink."
Pretending to admire the paintings which adorned the walls, Hope turned her back. It wasn't to be, she found out almost immediately.
"Come now, Hope," the woman chastised lightly, "a guest does not turn her back on her hostess."
Blushing, Hope turned around in time to see the naked and fully aroused man take up his position below the woman. There was a broad smile on his face as he bent his neck back to reach up to the source which awaited his attention. Above his upturned face, the big cheeks of her butt hovered like silken full moons.
Hope had turned around to watch because the woman ordered it. Now though, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the revolting scene.
There was a look of wild excitement in Elizabeth's eyes as she caught her big teats in both hands and began rubbing them excitedly.
She gave one little groan of passion and Hope looked down to her crotch to see the stream erupt. It flew right into the open mouth.
Although Miss Carter's hips jerked and twisted a little in delighted agitation, John kept his mouth close to the source of the stream and didn't miss a drop.
Hope wondered that he didn't choke as a result of drinking under such pressure in that uncomfortable position, but he looked completely at ease, his adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed every drop.
When the flow ceased, he licked his lips, then reached up with his tongue to make sure everything at the top of her crotch was in order.
Straightening up, Elizabeth walked a few steps away from the man and called him to follow.
Knowing what was expected, he crawled behind her like an obedient dog.
While the women enjoyed another light drink, John continued to play the dog role by kneeling before them and licking their bare feet.
A little later, Elizabeth ordered her dog to sit up. He did so like a well trained puppy, even to the point of folding his front paws over and allowing them to dangle.
But there was nothing puppy-like about the stiff tool that stuck up between the doggy hind legs. Miss Carter pretended to notice it for the first time.
"How dare you get a bone on without my permission," she snapped. "Make it go down at once."
"I can't, Miss Carter," he whined. "It won't go down now. It's much too hard."
"Then in that case, we shall do something about it. Go fetch me the strap I save just for your naughty butt. We'll see whether the strap can make it go down."
Getting back down onto all fours, John crawled away like a happy puppy. A minute later, the puppy bounded happily back into the room holding a wide leather strap in his teeth. Crawling to his mistress, he placed it gently on her lap.
If the man had grown a tail, Hope thought, he would be wagging it in delight as he waited for his beating. As it was, he wagged the long tail that grew out of the bottom of his belly.
"Are you enjoying it, dear?" Miss Carter asked
Hope with an expectant smile.
"It's all so strange, Miss Carter, but I must confess to the fact that I am getting quite horny. I can almost feel the lips of my twat twitching."
"Excellent, my dear. After you have assisted me in strapping this worthless slave, your little slit should have smoke coming out of it."
"I'll be pleased to assist, if you will tell me what to do."
"Come," she got off the couch, "you are going to hold his head between your thighs while I strap his butt until he howls."
Elizabeth took the man by the stiff tool and walked him across the room until he stood opposite the mirror. There, she turned his back to it and signalled Hope to stand facing him.
With Elizabeth directing the operation, John bent over and lifted his head between Hope's thighs. Hope saw that his butt was curved nicely toward the mirror. His feet were braced wide and his legs opened so that she could see his big balls dangling.
"Now then dear," Elizabeth said gently, "reach down and part the lips of your cunt so that it will rub against his neck. When he starts writhing under the kiss of the strap, it will provide you with a delightful treat."
Hope quickly used her fingers to open her quim. She then pressed it down on the man's neck and felt the hairs tickle her hot, sensitive twat.
"Now, slave," the woman snapped as she caressed the strap, "take a firm grip. If you dare to make Miss Benson fall, your behind will writhe under a whip. Be very careful."
From under her ass, Hope heard the man sob at the words which seemed to strike terror into him. She felt his hands reach up to caress the cheeks of her ass while his neck was already moving between her tightly closed thighs and rubbing her slit.
She looked into the mirror as Elizabeth drew her arm back for the first stroke. The wide strap slapped his arched ass and seemed to caress it for a moment before she pulled it back.
In the glass, Hope saw the vivid red stripe. It explained why he had screamed and jerked as he felt it. Still, his fingers dug into her ass and he maintained his balance while she had to fight to hold hers.
The strapping progressed at a merry pace and Hope learned to keep her balance despite his bucking and writhing. In the mirror, she saw his cock and balls swaying, below her, she felt her twat rubbing his neck until she was sure she would have a come.
Tears that splashed in streams from his face ran down the back of her thighs and legs. She felt her quim scream for attention, for something in it, whether a cock or a tongue or a finger. His strong neck and the bristly hairs tickling her open twat drove her wild with desire.
When Elizabeth stopped strapping at last, his butt was a solid mass of red, a brighter red than she had ever seen on a ass. It looked for all the world as if it were covered with blood, but she saw that the experienced strapper had not once broken the skin.
At a signal, Hope released the man and he dropped to his knees in front of Miss Carter. While he thanked her for beating him so well, he kissed the strap, the hand that had swung it, her feet, the hairs of her quim, the cheeks of her ass and the hole between.
"Well slave," she maintained the earlier tone, "I see that you have stubbornly kept that bone between your legs. Something will have to be done about it."
She turned to Hope with a smile. "Do you have any use for it, my dear ? "
"Truthfully, Miss Carter, my cunny is throbbing and could make good use of it, with your permission."
"Excellent, my dear. I did want to check the manner in which you take a fucking anyway. This is the time for it."
She looked around the room for a moment, then her eyes fastened on the thick rug.
"Hope, dear, since this slave is such a dog, would you please kneel on the rug and be his bitch? I'm sure your nice big bubbies will swing magnificently under you while this dog ruts you with his belly rubbing your ass and his paws wrapped around you."
By then, Hope was so horny that she would have willingly taken a screwing in a rock pile. She dropped to the soft rug on all fours and wriggled her ass as she waited for it.
"Hurry, Dog," the woman commanded, "or you will taste my strap on your butt again."
Whether or not John wanted another taste of the strap, he was quick to drop to his knees behind Hope. She felt the head of his enlarged tool probe between her thighs after it brushed across the cheeks of her ass. A moment later, he was fitting it between the lips of her cunny and she sighed with pleasure and anticipation at the feel of the big bone moving into her wet slit.
When it was half way in, John wrapped his arms around her and pushed it all the way until her ass felt his belly rubbing.
"Do it slowly until she has a come, dog, then really work like a dog. My strap will guide you," Elizabeth said as she dropped to her knees beside them for a closer view.
He drew his cock back and Hope heard a light slap of the strap on his butt. Miss Carter, she saw. was timing it so that each time he drew his butt back for a stroke, she slapped it lightly with the strap.
He obeyed orders nicely and stroked slowly until Hope cried out as she felt the come sweeping over her. Then, his arms tightened around her and he was rutting her as fast and hard as any dog she had ever seen riding a bitch in heat.
Elizabeth was strapping fast and hard now and Hope heard her labored breathing. Hope finished her come just as she felt the man spurting his juice deep into her belly as his body rubbed her ass.
The moment he finished, Elizabeth pulled him off, threw him down on his back and sat her big butt on his face.
"Suck," she screamed, "suck me good or I'll kill you, you rotten, dirty, piss drinking slave."
He sucked and must have done it well because the woman bellowed when his mouth and tongue made her come as the big cheeks of her ass ground down on his face while he gasped for breath.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hope woke tiredly in the morning to find Elizabeth Carter lying beside her. Instantly, her mind went back to the insane orgy of the night before.
Together, they had kept John toiling far into the night and both had come so often that they lost count. For all of his work though, he wasn't permitted to screw either woman again. Each time his tool became hard, he would be ordered to stand before them and jerk it off with his hand while the two women heaped insults on him.
Sitting up, she looked over the naked form of the sleeping headmistress and saw the slave of the night before sleeping on the rug beside the bed.
Despite the degree of enjoyment of the previous night, Hope was filled with revulsion at the sight of the man. He wasn't, she decided, a man at all. He enjoyed being a dog and doing willingly the things a dog would refuse to do.
And yet, his face was handsome in sleep. There was, she noted with surprise, even a look of strength and manliness on the face.
Could it be, she wondered, that he had once really been a strong, intelligent man. If so, when had he changed and what had caused that change ?
Hope didn't like the answer she found. It told her that the domineering woman who slept beside her had taken a strong, normal man and, with her complete depravity, deprived him of his manhood just as surely as if she had taken a knife and cut his balls off.
Over and over again, her mind flashed pictures of the man with the strong, handsome body standing before them with a silly smile on his face as he pulled himself off until his cream spurted across the floor.
Each time, and it had happened twice during the night, he wore the same dumb smile as he went down on all fours to lick up every trace of what he had done.
But if she could do that to him, Hope asked herself, what could happen to me ? Am I any stronger than he was at the beginning ? Do I have any reason to think I can survive this place and remain normal ?
There was going to have to be another long discussion with Catherine, she decided. It seemed doubtful that her friend would be able to explain away her fears as she had done before, but Hope knew she would try. It was the only way she could see.
Because it was Sunday and there were no classes, they could remain in bed as long as they liked, but Hope knew there could be no more sleep for her. Her brain buzzed like a swarm of bees and would not permit her to return to the comfort of sleep.
On the other hand, she didn't dare get up and leave to return to her own room where she would be free to think the problem over. She had come to the suite by invitation that was something in the nature of command performance and knew that to leave without permission would be to offend royalty.
Being experienced enough to know that price that action could involve, Hope resigned herself to waiting until her hostess was awake. In the meantime, she went back to wrestling with her thoughts. She met with the same lack of success.
In just a little while, Elizabeth woke and turned to her with a bright smile. "Have you slept enough?" the woman asked.
"Oh yes, quite. I think that perhaps I should go back to my room and bathe now."
"Nonsense. I regret that I have to leave later today and can't continue the orgy through the weekend, but there is ample time to have our slave serve us with baths and other needs. You must stay and have breakfast with me."
Hope had no choice but to express delight at the idea. "Thanks, Miss Carter. That's awfully good of you. First though, I must use the pot."
"So must I, but relax." As she talked, Elizabeth swung a long, bare leg out of the bad and dug her toes into the ribs of the man. He sat up instantly and Hope saw that he had been awake but had not dared to speak until spoken to. He was still in the role of slave.
"Go and fetch a pot," she told him curtly, "and be sure to warm it well before you touch us with it."
Bending, John reached under the bed and produced a clean chamber pot. Crouched beside the bed, he rubbed the rim of it with his hands for a long time. Then, to ensure that it was ready, he raised it and brushed his cheek along the entire rim.
"It is in readiness, madam," he said reverently with a deep bow.
She extended one arm and John helped her from the bed. He had placed the pot on a low stool and, with his hands holding her arm, guided her into a sitting position on it. When she finished peeing, he helped her to her feet and, with a piece of soft paper, carefully wiped her crotch before leading her back to the bed.
Taking Hope by the arm, he repeated the process and she was forced to admit to herself that there was something thrilling about having a slave, a naked male one at that, serve her even while she had her morning pee.
Before she finished and waited for him to wipe her, Hope realized that doubts and fears had departed and were being replaced by arousal.
"Now then, dear, about that bath, I really think we should wait a little," Elizabeth said lazily. "I really feel nice and warm and since we should both be more than a little gamy in the crotch after last night's activities, I think it would be lovely to allow my slave to dine between our legs."
Instantly, Hope felt a thrill sweep over her body. She would never have thought of using a man in that manner first thing in the morning without washing, but the idea sounded so exciting that it caused her to tremble.
"I'll have him lick you first so that I can get more excited while I watch."
The slave was called to the bed and Hope opened her thighs for him. At once, he pressed his face into her crotch and licked her eagerly until her ass rose from the bed and she enjoyed a lovely come.
As he raised from her crotch, Hope turned lazily to see him taking his place between Elizabeth's big thighs.
"Be a dear and play with my teats while this slave sucks me off," she said excitedly.
Turning, Hope caught the big boobs and played with them while she listened to the sucking sounds coming from between Miss Carter's thighs. It was, indeed a delightful way to start the day, she thought as the nipples grew big in her hands and she bent to suck one while playing with the other.
The dual ministration of having teat and twat sucked together quickly carried the woman to a noisy climax as she cursed and heaved with all her might while the two mouths stayed with her until she was forced to push them away before the pleasure killed her.
Tiredly, Elizabeth swung her legs off the bed, rubbed her still sensitive snatch with her right palm and sent John to prepare water for their baths.
Despite all his work of the previous evening, John's whacker stood stiff and proud as he walked from the room. Hope wondered what would be done about it this time and guessed that Elizabeth would find some unusual manner of disposing of the stiffness of it.
In a little while, he returned with the basin of warm water and, while Elizabeth stood, he bathed her entire body with infinite care.
Her bath completed, Elizabeth sat on the bed beside Hope as the man went for fresh water. When he returned with it, Hope thrilled to the delight of having her body so carefully laved by a male slave with a big, erect cock swaying and brushing against her body from time to time.
After he had toweled her, John was sent away to bathe and obtain breakfast for the two women. While they awaited his return, they chatted easily. For the most part, it was the hostess who did the talking as she told of the delights of training male slaves and described others she had enjoyed.
"Of course," she concluded, "when the slave becomes too well trained he has outlived his usefulness and must be replaced. Always, there has to be some trace of spirit to be broken or the challenge is gone."
"I fail to see much trace of spirit in John," Hope observed.
"Unfortunately you're quite right dear. At the end of this term, I shall provide him with an excellent reference and find a suitable replacement for him at the school."
Hope wondered whether John knew what was in store for him, but guessed it wouldn't make any difference to him anyway. He would continue to serve his mistress in the most abject manner until she was ready to dismiss him from her service.
With luck, perhaps, he would find a woman who would appreciate a well trained servant who boasted a strong young pecker and a complete absence of spirit. If so, she guessed, he would live a life of contentment with a hot, tingling butt and a tired cock much of the time while feeding from the crotch of a dominant mistress.
In a little while, still naked, John walked into the room with a big tray of food for the women. With a smile that indicated a great charity, Elizabeth sent the man out to get a cup of clear tea for himself.
This required some considerable time since he had to dress to go get it and undress again before returning to the room where the women were just completing their breakfast by that time.
"Put your cup down on the table, slave. You will be permitted to drink it in a moment."
Bowing and smiling, the man did so and stood with both his body and his tool at attention until the women finished eating.
Then, with Elizabeth directing the scene, Hope stood beside the man, took his stiff cock in her hand and jerked it until he fired all his cream into his cup of tea.
Taking a spoon, she stirred the brew which had been so enriched. John picked up the cup and drained it in one gulp.
Watching, Hope rubbed her thighs together in a new wave of arousal.
After a little while, the two women dressed and Hope went to her room.
CHAPTER NINE
Through the rest of that Sunday, Hope found herself at loose ends. She had promised herself another long talk with Catherine, but even that didn't offer an answer now.
It was unrealistic, she told herself, to depend on her friend to carry all her problems and provide all the answers for her. She decided she would have a try at working them out herself.
Changing her clothes, including her shoes, she decided to get away from the school and do her thinking in the open air with the sun for inspiration.
Behind the school property, open fields stretched endlessly and there were trees and brooks. Surely, she told herself, in that setting she would find so many answers to the things which bothered her.
When her thoughts didn't take shape immediately, Hope didn't mind. There was all of the afternoon and evening ahead of her if need be and in the meantime, just walking in the bright, clear weather was good enough.
The ground was spongy under her feet without being wet. It was perfect for walking, so much so that her lightness of step seemed to lift her above her problems and all the troubles around her.
When she had walked more than an hour, she decided to sit and rest under a tree. It seemed like a good time to get down to some serious thinking, but her thoughts continued to elude her. She tried scolding and forcing herself to think, but a small fleecy cloud played in the backyard of a bright blue sky and seemed to be inviting her to join it.
Without too much effort, she was able to convince herself that thinking of ugly things could be postponed until later, so she leaned back and enjoyed the view. Her enjoyment was such that before long, Hope drifted into a comforting sleep under the warm sun.
How long she slept, she couldn't tell and there was no point in trying to estimate. There were hands under her dress and rough voices talking in excited tones which boded no good, she sensed.
"Well now," one said, "our beautiful little angel is going to wake up and enjoy it."
"What are you doing? Leave me alone. Who are you?" Words tumbled out angrily, but Hope wasn't sure they made any sense. Taking a closer look at the two rough looking men, she doubted that any words would reach them.
"Now you listen to us, little lady," one of them said as he rubbed her titties through her dress, "we're just going to give you some real sport with a couple of real men. Don't try to fight us or we'll have to kill you."
Looking at them, Hope sensed they meant what they said. To die in such a way was so futile, it seemed. At the school, fucking and all that went with it were routine matters, there seemed to be no reason why she should change her attitude now and risk her life in the bargain. Through a screen of brush, she saw and heard a flock of sheep and remembered that it was with the sheep that her uncle ravished her for the first time. It hadn't killed her and she decided it was an omen telling her to do what they wanted and save her life.
"Do you mean you both intend to force me?" she asked with more self control than she thought she would be able to muster.
"That's a way of putting it, milady," the one who seemed to be the leader answered with a smile that was made crooked by missing teeth. "What have you to say of that?"
"Well, there is only one of me and there are two of you and I am sure you are both much stronger than I. I once heard a saying from the Orient that when rape is inevitable, the lady may as well relax and enjoy it. You seem to leave me no choice."
"I'm not sure of the meaning of all your imagine words," the leader looked suspicious. "Do you mean that you are going to give us what we want?"
"That's just about it. As I see it you would take it anyway. It will perhaps be easier if I give it instead of having it taken from me."
Looking from the leader to the younger man, Hope sensed that he was afraid now that the thought was about to become reality. There was perspiration standing out on his forehead and the weather, she knew, wasn't hot enough to justify that.
"What about the sheep?" he looked nervously toward the older one.
"Fuck the sheep," the other man answered with a tone that matched the simplicity of his words.
"It's all right for you to say that," the younger one whined. "You know I've fucked nothing but sheep anyway, but if your wife ever found out
"Fuck my wife too," the older one cut him off. "No," he went on, "on second thought, you're better off with the sheep. They're warmer, better looking and a hell of a lot tighter in the twat."
Hope couldn't keep herself from laughing aloud at his amazing statement. She wondered how the man's wife would react if she could have heard the words.
"Is it true that shepherds do fuck their sheep?" she asked. "I thought it was just a story made up by city people."
"It's true enough, Miss," the leader answered with an expression of delight at her interest and frankness. "The cunny of a sheep is much like that of a woman. We wear these high boots not because of mud and water, but because it is not hard to push the hind legs of a sheep into the boots and hold her still. It puts her slit in just the right position to be nicely rammed and as I told young Albert here, just about every sheep I ever screwed was better than my ugly wife."
"Well, considering everything," Hope even managed a smile, "I don't think I'll force you to stick my hind legs into your boots. Do you want me to pull my skirts up or take them right off?"
"Now that's what I like to hear," the man said with a pleased chuckle. "I do believe you came out into the fields in search of a stout cock."
"The truth of the matter, sir," Hope spoke with all the dignity she could muster under the circumstances, "is that I came out here to ponder my problems in peace and quiet and to try to find solutions. Had I any choice, I would leave immediately."
"Now let's not get back to that," he actually looked repentant at having said what he did. "You're going to give it to us or we're going to take it. Hurry up now and give me another look at your little quim."
"Another look?" Hope looked puzzled.
"Aye, while you were sleeping with you knees up, I put my head down on the ground by your feet and looked right up to your twat. That's when I decided to make you give it to me."
Without being able to understand it, Hope blushed with fury at the thought of the man having peered at her twat while she slept. It didn't make sense to her since she was already beginning to undress to show him her quim and everything else and to allow him to do a lot more than just look.
She began unfastening her dress. The two men watched avidly as she removed her clothes. When only a thin shift remained over her body, the older man could wait no longer. His hands were all over her titties, thighs and ass and as he pressed against her in obvious anticipation, she felt the stiff lump in the front of his pants.
When he stepped back and began to open his pants, Hope decided to save her shift from destruction under their rough hands. Grasping the hem, she pulled it over her head and it fell to the grass beside her.
"Look at those teats," the leader gasped aloud. "I saw many a teat in my day, but never like those."
He stopped talking then as he pulled out an immense belly whacker and advanced toward her with his hands cupped. Ignoring his friend, he grabbed both bubbies and began to rub and squeeze them. It wasn't long before the nipples came to life, hard and pink, and he stopped his rubbing long enough to admire them with his mouth open.
Since his mouth was already open, it struck Hope as being only logical that he should use it. Holding her left teat from below like an offering, she put her right hand behind his head and drew his face down.
His mouth wrapped around the crest of the white mound and he began sucking. She felt the nipple getting bigger and harder in his mouth.
Beside her, the younger man pulled out a quite small but stiff pecker and tentatively ran one hand over the smooth surfaces of her ass. He was making funny little sounds which actually made her thankful that the older man was there to protect her in the event that the young one went berserk. It was a strange sensation, she realized, since the young one alone would not have thought of attacking her. And yet, here she was looking on the man responsible for her present predicament as her protector.
Having by then sucked both her teats, the older man began to lower her to the grass, obviously intent on getting at her cunt.
As they both lay down, the young one, his right hand wrapped tightly around his sparse cock, knelt beside them and gazed at the perfection of her body. Hope saw that he was jerking himself and probably wouldn't be able to stop. She didn't mind that at all.
"Let me see her slit," he panted. "Open up her legs and let me look in." The jerking he was doing with his hand made his voice quiver.
With a laugh, the big one picked up her thighs and held them open with her knees bent. "There m'lad," he said with a note of pride, "feast your young eyes on a really beautiful quim. Did you ever see one like that on a sheep?"
With a wink at Hope, the man raised her legs right over her body so that her nicely curved ass and her twat stared out at the young one who was beating his meat in reckless abandon.
It was indeed, a truly magnificent sight as her plump ass and silken smooth thighs formed the perfect frame for the tender pink beauty of her cunny.
"Just be quiet and watch him for a minute," the man whispered, "and we'll be rid of him."
As if she were a co-conspirator, Hope even managed a smile at the thought of the lad's excitement.
He began making a series of little excited sounds as his hand jerked harder. They both saw him turn away then as his juice spurted out onto the grass away from her.
For just a moment, he knelt there with his destroyed tool in his hands. He looked stunned at what he had done. Getting quickly to his feet then, he ran through the bush toward the sheep without even tucking his spent pecker in his pants again.
For a few seconds, they only smiled. When he was out of earshot, they laughed aloud as the man lowered her legs and rolled on her, his rough clothes scratching the satin of her sensitive titties.
"Please take your clothes off," she said softly. "I can't take their roughness on my bare skin."
"Why, I'll be glad to, Miss. It will be a real nice treat to feel skin like that against mine."
Kneeling up beside her, he began to undress while his eyes remained on her quietly waiting body.
"Does your wife not have good skin?" she asked by way of conversation.
"She has the skin of a pig. If there's any good part of her, it's her fat butt. When I do stick it in her once in a while, I make her kneel over and shove it in that way. She's still not as good as a sheep though. Besides, when you finish a sheep you can wipe yourself off on her wool."
"I guess your young friend thought I wasn't as good as a sheep either."
"Not a bit. Yours was the first quim he ever saw. The sight of you was just too much for him."
"You mean he's never seen a woman's body? How old is he anyway?"
"About twenty-one or two. He's been fucking sheep since he was about thirteen. All the lads do. He just hasn't courage enough to try a woman. Before the day is out, his memories of you will give him another bone and some sheep will get a twat full of him."
The man was naked then and Hope saw that the time for conversation was running out. Her twat, she knew, was not prepared to take as big a bone as he offered without being badly hurt.
"Are you ready ? " he asked as he knelt over her with it in his right hand.
"No please. You're so big and my slit is not moist yet. Please make it ready."
"What do you mean ? Isn't a slit always ready ? "
Hope shuddered at the crudeness of the country louts and wondered how their wives managed at all.
While he fondled her twat and ass with his hands, Hope explained patiently all about how a woman-likes to be toyed with before fucking and how when her slit is wet and hot, she finds real pleasure in being screwed.
"Why in London," she went on, "no real gentleman would think of sticking his bone into a lady until her quim was nice and wet and throbbing with heat. Most of them," Hope added, "like to put their mouth right on the slit and give it a good licking and sucking. Have you ever licked a cunt?"
"No. I must say I have heard much about it, but I have not tried."
"You may try mine if you wish. I'm told it is a sweet one."
Hope guided the man until his mouth pressed against her twat and her thighs rubbed his face. He liked it right from the start and she allowed him to keep licking with his tongue well inside until she had a wildly exciting come.
While she rested and regained her breath, she answered his questions about what had happened to her. Hope was shocked to realize that a man married so long didn't know that women too could come.
Sensing that he was becoming impatient, Hope bent her legs, opened them wide and presented her cunny to his stiff bone.
When he began to stroke hard at once, she wrapped her long legs around him and slowed him down.
"Do it slowly and with long strokes," she whispered. "It lasts longer that way and is better for both of us. You have the right equipment between your legs to give a woman a real thrill. Make the most of it and women will love you for it."
Although he seemed amazed, the man obeyed and soon seemed to enjoy doing it her way. His bone was long as well as stout and it more than thrilled her slit so that she felt the tingling contact all the way along her inner walls with every stroke.
Hope began to writhe as she approached her second come. Her activity spurred the man on so that he began to ride her belly hard with long, fast strokes.
She cried out with delight as she came and while it was still happening, she felt him press down on her belly and fire his charge inside her.
"Did you have another come?" he panted, his eyes wide with amazement.
"Of course. A woman can come any number of times and each is better than the one before."
"I never knew women did that and I didn't know they could enjoy being fucked."
"Then if you want a real surprise," Hope whispered, "take your wife to bed tonight and hold her in your arms for a while. Play with her titties and suck them as you did mine. After a while, rub her legs and open them. Then play with her cunny until she begins to wiggle, then kiss and suck it. She'll love it and so will you."
"By God, I'll do it. This was surely the best fuck I ever had. If it can be anything like this with my wife, then I want to try."
"Instruct her to bathe first and do the same yourself. It may open up a whole new world to both of you."
The two began to dress then and Hope continued her lecture on the facts of life. The crude country bumpkin was enraptured at all he heard and she was convinced that she had done some good for at least one wife as a result of her unwanted experience.
"You know," she became more ambitious, "if it works for you as I know it will, you could tell your friends about it. I suppose most of them don't understand these things any more than you did until today."
"You can be sure they will from now on," he said with a vehemence that was convincing. "I may even teach some of the wives about it."
"I don't see anything wrong with that at all," Hope said with a smile.
"Do you want me to walk you to the road ? " he asked with a gallantry that was obviously new to him.
"No, but thank you for asking. You really have the makings of a true gentleman." She saw him actually blush a little under the spell of her words.
"Please, Miss, before you go, hold your clothes up and give me one more look."
Without feeling at all uncomfortable about it, Hope picked up the hem of her garments and pulled everything well above her waist. She stood with her feet braced wide apart so that there would be nothing to stop him looking up into her warm, tingling crotch.
He did more than just look. Kneeling under her, he kissed her all over her thighs, ass and crotch and she was sure at the moment that she had converted him completely.
She trembled with excitement at the thought of the thrill, the wild, exciting thrill, his wife would get when he took her to bed that night.
When he got to his feet with a smile, they shook hands and she walked away with a smile. What had started out as a terrifying attack on her person had been turned not only into a pleasant interlude, but had possibly made a happy marriage out of a miserable one and could spread to other bedrooms in the village.
Besides, she thought with a smile, it will leave the poor sheep for the rams and make it unnecessary for the shepherds to wear those long, uncomfortable boots which must be terrible in hot weather.
Walking back toward the school, Hope realized that despite all her good intentions, she had not given a moment's thought to the problems that had been scheduled for consideration that day.
For a moment, there was a threat that guilt would sweep over her, but she was able to dismiss it.
After all, she told herself, I really did try. That the men came upon me and forced me to do other than think, was no fault of mine.
Perhaps it was fate, she thought, telling me that I must live my life as best I can without constantly questioning it. Out of all that happened today, I did much good for at least two people and perhaps many more. What right have I, then, to question it?
She stopped questioning.
CHAPTER TEN
Although Hope was unable to learn the reason for it, Margaret Thompson was suddenly retired from the staff without advance warning. One day she taught classes and punished students as usual, the following morning she was gone without a trace.
When Hope asked Miss Carter about it, the woman refused to explain.
"Suffice it to say, Hope, dear, that as of this morning, you are a teacher in full standing. Your record as an apprentice has been excellent and I am confident that the change we are making will raise the standard of the school."
"Why Miss Carter," Hope was stunned. "I had no idea. And to hear you say such things of me. Why it's just more than I could have dreamed of."
"There is even more involved than that, Hope. You have brought changes in this school, changes that will be to its credit in future operation. I now rate you and Miss Grey as the two best teachers we have here.
"Together, in your fairness and dedication, while still maintaining reasonable standards of discipline, you have shown that others have placed all emphasis on discipline with no regard for the teaching or welfare of the students."
"But, Miss Carter. I didn't mean to interfere. I had no idea. I have no right.. . "
"As a teacher," Elizabeth interrupted, "you have every right to do what you think is proper and endeavor to influence others. Teachers do not only teach, you know, they must learn as well or they cease to be teachers at all.
"Don't dare decrease your standards of discipline. The sound of the palm and the strap must continue to ring through the halls of this institution, but in future, punishment will be administered only when deserved, not for the entertainment of the teachers or of the headmistress."
Such an admission of guilt stunned Hope so that her knees went weak.
"Make no mistake, Hope," the woman smiled, "I shall continue as long as I live to feel a pleasurable thrill each time some attractive young ass is bared to receive punishment from me.
"The sweet sound of palm or strap on bare ass cheeks and the music of tears and pleas will always thrill me so that my twat will tingle. The sight of a bouncing red butt over my hot lap will never lose its thrill for me, but from now on, these things will be done with more fairness than has been shown here to date.
"This institution has you to thank for that beneficial change."
"Miss Carter, I truly don't know what to say," Hope was clearly still stunned by it all.
"Then I do and I shall say it. Go to your class at once and act like a teacher or I shall turn you over my lap with your pretty bare ass up and make you act like a naughty student."
With a little laugh, Hope thanked her again and scurried away to begin her first day as a fully fledged teacher. What a thrill it was as she walked into the classroom where silence reigned as the students awaited the arrival of the dreaded Miss Thompson.
The students remained standing even after she sat and went on watching the door until Hope told them to be seated. Then, with a growing feeling of confidence, she informed them that Miss Thompson was no longer on the staff of the school and that she was replacing her on the teaching staff.
There was a temporary silence as the students heard and tried to fully comprehend her words. Then, suddenly, a storm of applause broke loose.
For a moment, it was Hope's turn to be stunned by the spontaneous show of approval and delight at what they had heard. As soon as she was able to control her emotions, she stood and motioned for silence. As quickly as it had started, the applause stopped.
"I want to thank you, students, for your unexpected demonstration. I assure you that it is most cheering to me on my first day in charge of a class.
"I feel, however, that we must refrain from disturbing other classes with what must sound like quite unseemly noise. There are a few matters which I wish to make clear to you as I shall to my other classes.
"I feel it is my duty to contribute as much as I can to your education and general development. I shall be available to all of you after classes to answer any questions you may have or to assist in the working out of any personal problems you may encounter. Please do not hesitate to ask for help if you feel you need it.
"On the other hand, I shall expect and demand your full co-operation during school hours. This institution believes in the efficacy of corporal punishment and I do not disagree with that policy in the least.
"Punishment will be administered when it is deserved and only when it is deserved. It will be fair but it will be firmly administered. And now, let us get on with our work."
The students responded instantly with the result that by the end of the class, there had been no punishment administered and no students logged for later discipline. Hope had never seen as good a class, had never before tasted the excitement of working with students who wanted to learn and seemed to enjoy every moment of it.
By the time she left the room, seeing the happy faces of the students, Hope experienced a feeling that was as satisfying as the best sexual climax she had ever known. It was as if she had been transported to a new world.
For the remainder of the day, she followed the same pattern and found much the same results. Through the grapevine which functioned in some mysterious way, all the students in her other classes were aware of the departure of Margaret Thompson, but while the element of surprise was gone, they still expressed the same delight at the fact that she had taken the place of the dreaded and detested woman.
Going into her final class of the day, Hope had not found it necessary to administer punishment in even one case. There had not been any incident that even approached deserving any form of punishment. It was unheard of at the school and it thrilled her.
Within minutes of commencing the class though, she saw that she was going to be challenged. The girl, Mildred, was eighteen years old and a natural leader. Instinctively, she saw that Mildred was going to see how far the young teacher could be pushed and how she would react.
Taking her time, Hope reasoned that if she permitted the girl to get away with it out of any foolish desire to preserve a record of an entire day without punishment, she would be destroyed. All the good she had achieved would be wasted down the drain and the students would laugh at her.
Hope had no intention of permitting such a thing to happen. There was too much at stake.
At one point, a few minutes later, while she was looking toward Mildred and explaining a point in Greek History, Hope saw the young woman lean back sloppily in her seat, throw her head back and give a noisy yawn with her mouth opened wide and her arms stretching. That did it.
"Mildred," she called in a voice that was firm without the roughness of anger, "come to the front of the class."
The girl remained seated as if prepared to rebel. It neither surprised or frightened Hope. She was sure she would be able to cope.
Unblinking, Hope stared at the young woman and refused to speak again. In a few seconds, the girl turned away from the stare and shuffled to her feet. She was a beautiful young woman with a normally excellent carriage, but as she walked in defeat to the front of the room, her shoulders sagged and her head was bowed. She had tried and lost and knew that she was now going to pay the price.
When Mildred stood beside her desk, Hope ignored her as she addressed the class.
"I have made it clear that it is my intention to be fair and firm at all times. I appreciate the fact that in all my classes today, students have shown appreciation of that policy. Now that one has chosen to test it, I intend to demonstrate that my firmness can be as strong as my fairness.
"What I say is in no way intended as a threat, but rather, as a demonstration of my sincerity in both directions."
The class remained silent but it was obvious that they were impressed. With the exception of three sixteen year old boys, the remainder were in the seventeen and eighteen year age group. They were old and wise enough to understand what Mildred was trying to do and they realized that she had lost the battle.
"Now then, Mildred," she turned to the nervous looking young woman, "you will go to the usual place of preparation but instead of preparing in the usual manner, you will strip naked."
The girl winced as if she had been struck by lightning. For a moment, her eyes opened wide and her mouth followed it, but no words came out. Instead, she walked uncomfortably to the waiting chair.
Hope watched, fully prepared to have her order enforced if necessary. Hiding a sigh of relief, she saw Mildred move to unfasten her dress. After that, the battle was over. In a matter of seconds, Mildred stood naked and beautiful while the class stared at her lush, mature body.
Mildred was just a step short of nudity since she still wore long, black stockings which were held to her thighs, in an exciting caress, by brilliant red garters. Nervously, she bent her lovely body to remove them.
"You may leave your stockings in place, Mildred," Hope spoke clearly and firmly. "They seem to emphasize your maturity as a woman just as the spanking you will receive will emphasize the juvenile quality of your attempt to defy my authority."
With tears in her eyes, the young woman straightened up and left her stockings alone. Although still technically a girl, Mildred displayed the body of a most beautiful, mature woman.
Her breasts were as large as Hope's and stood out with the same proud firmness as if installed there by a sculptor who had fashioned them of alabaster from a model provided by the goddesses of Lesbos.
Her entire body conformed to the same form including the lush swelling ass that would soon turn from pure white to rich red and the patch of dark brown hair which stood out neatly at the bottom of her belly to crown the still hidden womanhood of her warm crotch.
Under different circumstances, Hope would have welcomed the well formed body into her bed and would have been gentle and loving with it. This time, though, she was prepared to give a demonstration of her ability to be severe when that quality was called for.
Pushing her chair back, she opened a drawer of her desk and checked to ensure that the strap she would want later was still there. Finding it, she closed the drawer again and got up to walk over to the waiting girl.
"Now then, Mildred," she said as she sat, "you have had your innings, I shall have mine. Come down onto my lap." It surprised her that she used a cricket term since she was not at all interested in the game, but it was a random thought of no importance.
What was important was that the beautiful young nude was surrendering her body without protest and with all the fight gone from her.
Wrapping her left arm around the firm young waist and raising her right leg a little to project the lovely butt even more prominently, Hope stared once more at the twin cheeks which seemed to pout in anticipation of what was to happen to them in a matter of seconds.
Looking toward the class, Hope saw that their attention at the moment seemed evenly divided between the big round hills of the ass which pointed up and the smaller, pointed hills of teat which pointed toward the floor.
She raised her right hand, brought the palm down in a loud spank and attention shifted to the ass. Again and again her hand rose and fell and soon Mildred was bouncing on her lap and crying loudly as she kicked her stocking clad feet which already had kicked the shoes away as they agitated.
Instead of moving her to mercy, Mildred's cries served only to inspire her to spank harder. The two hills of ass had turned a hot crimson color, but still she spanked on in frank enjoyment over which she felt not the slightest trace of guilt.
Rather, she felt a positive feeling of exhilaration. While her hand slapped the hot ass cheeks again and again, she assured herself that the spanking was well deserved and that it was fair to enjoy spanking such a lovely ass and to feel the heat of lust building in her quim and spreading all through her while bouncy ass cheeks entertained her across her lap.
Hope knew then that she had arrived at the acceptance of an acceptable philosophy regarding discipline. She was sure in her mind that she would never administer a spanking that was unfair, but equally confident that she would enjoy immensely, every spanking she administered from now on just as she was enjoying this one. Pausing for a moment to admire the exciting redness of the lovely, firm ass, she decided the girl had taken a full dose. Surrendering to the enjoyment of it, she applied another three spanks to each cheek before permitting the girl to get up and stand with her red butt facing the class.
But Hope was not yet finished. Instructing the weeping girl to bend over the chair with her ass arched toward the class, Hope returned to her desk.
Taking her time, she opened the drawer and withdrew the strap she was going to use to slap the message home to the still crying girl who bent in such a shameful manner over the chair. She saw the eyes of every student move from the red ass of the girl to the strap she held and felt assured that they realized that while she intended to be fair, she had no intention of being weak.
Hope walked back to the chair with all the confidence in the world. She was a teacher now and she had absolute authority over her class. If a student chose to receive a beating as Mildred had done, then it would be a severe one and it would be a long time before she went out of her way to get another.
Standing beside the trembling form of the girl, Hope bent to re-examine the flaming crimson cheeks. The strap, she knew, would sting like fury and cause the girl to scream in pain. That, she decided, was as it should be.
"Now then, Mildred," she said just loudly enough for the class to hear, "you have received your punishment for conduct which deserved punishment. What you are to get now is reward for daring to challenge me. This will inform you that I have won."
Beside her, she saw the girl trembling, her well beaten, hot looking butt twitching as if it still could feel the hard spanks.
"Move your feet wide apart, Mildred," she commanded with an authority that was not to be questioned.
The girl did move her feet apart, but not enough to suit the teacher. "Wider," she commanded. As she watched, with a barely hidden smile, the girl spread her feet and legs wider.
Bent as she was, Mildred was showing not just her curved ass, but also her whole quim to those who sat in three rows, at least. To the others, she showed her dangling titties, an exciting show in themselves.
Taking up her position beside the girl, Hope drew her arm back and delivered the first stinging slap of the leather strap. Mildred howled and kicked her feet. To those watching, Hope knew, the motion provided a most exciting exposition of butt, cunny and thighs as well as nicely waving titties.
Nine more times she brought the strap into stinging and noisy contact with the full ass. Mildred was screaming in a way that she knew could be heard throughout the entire school, but that, Hope thought, was exactly what she wanted.
It was not enough that the students should know she was kind, they must understand too that when aroused, she could be a stern disciplinarian.
When the strapping ended, Mildred had nothing to hide. The students in the class, as had the teacher, had seen all she owned including the tight, almost virginal slit of what was obviously a lovely cunny.
Hope sent her on her parade through the aisle with an emotion of complete satisfaction. The girl had challenged, she had replied with confidence and strength. Now, she told herself, I am a teacher.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Later that evening, Hope was sitting alone in her room when she heard a light tapping on her door. It surprised her since she was not expecting anyone to visit.
Earlier, she had bathed and wore only a light robe over her nudity. Putting her book aside, she called for the visitor to enter. To her surprise, when the door opened, she saw Mildred standing in the doorway.
"Do come in Mildred," she said warmly.
The young woman walked into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Please, Miss Benson," she began nervously, "I apologize for this interruption, but I had to speak with you. Do you have time to hear me ? "
"Of course, my dear, but come in and sit. We are not in class now."
With an expression of appreciation, the girl hurried to sit in the chair beside the bed on which Hope sat in a casual manner.
"Now then, dear," Hope said in a gentle tone completely un-like the one she had used while disciplining the girl earlier, "just relax and feel free to talk. We have had our confrontation and it is all over."
"I guess that's what I came to talk to you about, Miss Benson. You see, in spite of what I did today, I consider you the best teacher I've ever known. I still can't understand why I acted that way, but I want to thank you for the terrible punishment you gave me. It hurt for hours after, but that was what I deserved."
"You can't understand it? Perhaps I can, dear."
Before continuing, Hope motioned for the girl to join her on the bed. Mildred did so quickly and Hope slipped a strong arm around her waist.
"You say you like me, Mildred and I'm delighted. The very fact of liking me may have caused you to do what you did this afternoon."
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Miss Benson," Mildred looked up into her face with a look of adoration.
"Then I shall explain. You like me because you have respect for me as a teacher. Today, something deep inside forced you to test me, to find out whether I was really as good and as strong as you thought. If I had permitted you to get away with it, you would have hated me and I would have hated myself. I did the only thing I could, I gave you a most severe punishment."
"I guess that's the way it was, but it seems like such a stupid way to react to someone one-likes. How must you have felt?"
"I'll tell you how I felt, dear. At the outset, when I called you to task and ordered you to strip naked in front of the class, I was furious with you. Later, when I looked at your lovely form across my lap and began spanking you on that sweet ass of yours, I was so excited by your beauty that I found it difficult to stop spanking."
"Oh, Miss Benson, what a wonderful thing to say. You see, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and . . . " she paused and blushed, ". . . and . . . I . . . I love you."
Before Hope could catch her breath after the spontaneous tribute, the girl had thrown herself into her arms and was sobbing with her face buried between her full breasts with only the thin fabric of the robe between them.
"There now, dear," Hope hugged her, "that was such a lovely thing for me to hear, there's really no reason for you to cry about it."
"You're not angry with me for thinking such things about you ? Things that I have no right to think about one such as you?"
"On the contrary, dear," Hope hugged her more tightly, "I'm flattered and delighted to hear such words. I have already seen your lovely young body. Do you wish to see mine?"
"Oh . . . oh . . . Miss Benson . . . would . . . would you? I . . . I think I would die of joy at seeing you with . . . without clothing. Do you really mean it ? "
"Of course I mean it, sweet one. Just wait a moment, it will take only that time to remove this robe and I have nothing on under it."
Extricating herself from the clinging arms of the young woman, Hope stood by the bed and looked with a warm heart at the tear filled eyes. Earlier in the day, the tears she had seen in those eyes had been induced by fear and pain. There was a difference now though, because the wet eyes spoke only of love and need.
Slowly, Hope unfastened the tie at the neck of her robe, pulled it open to display her naked body, then allowed it to fall off her arms so that she stood nude, her splendid body, warm and smooth looking, on display to her audience of a hot young woman who loved and wanted her.
"Here I am, Mildred, just as naked as you were today in class. Am I what you expected or do I disappoint you ? "
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . Miss Benson, you are the most beautiful woman who ever lived. I have lain in bed dreaming of you on more nights than I can count. You are more beautiful than I ever dreamed. I just can't believe that I'm here with you."
"Can't you, dear? Then stand up and come to me while I hold you and prove that you are not dreaming."
Mildred got up from the bed and Hope saw that the tears were not just in her eyes now, they were streaming down that lovely face.
"Please, Miss Benson, forgive me, beat me if you wish, but please allow me to take off my clothes before I come to you. I know I'm evil and sinful, but I can't help it. The sight of your lovely body drives me out of my mind."
"Mildred," Hope said in little more than a whisper, "I want you as much as you want me. Strip naked while I watch, then come into my arms. I want you so badly at this moment that I can taste you."
Mildred's mouth opened and she tried to talk, but no words could come out. Instead, with trembling fingers, she began to undress.
Watching, it was all Hope could do to keep from rushing to her and stripping the clothes from the young body she had to see and hold and kiss. In just a few moments, she told herself, we shall hold and kiss and make love to each other. Until then, I'll let the juices build in my mouth, let all my muscles tense and hurt, in a little while, everything will be wonderful.
Although from the point of view of position and authority they were a million miles apart, as women, only two years were between them and they were two young women hungering for what each could give to the other. To Hope at that moment, there could be nothing else that mattered.
And then. Mildred's trembling hands were drawing her shift up off her thighs, above the neat triangle of belly hair, over the slightly swelling tummy, over the trim waist, over the mountains of pink tipped titties and over her lovely face, and then she was naked as the garment fluttered to the floor.
Hope couldn't wait for the young woman to come to her. Instead, she ran forward and clutched the lovely naked form into her arms and felt their sensitive titties crush as the two women fell into ecstatic embrace.
Their warm, wet mouths clung together in a kiss of passion while their bubbies and bellies and thighs rubbed. When the kiss ended, their cheeks rubbed as hands moved in back to clutch and fondle equally sensitive ass cheeks and backs of thighs.
"Oh, Miss Benson," Mildred sighed weakly, "is it true? Am I really naked in your arms as I think I am ? Please say it is, I can't believe it."
"Yes, my sweet little darling, it is true for you and for me. I want to keep you in my arms for a very long and wonderful time. Will you stay ? Will you stay with me in my bed all night so that we can go on making wonderful love to each other?"
"Oh yes, Miss Benson, but please mean it, please don't just tease me."
"I'm not teasing, Mildred. Have you made love with a woman before?"
"Not really. Miss Carter took me to her bed shortly after I came to the school, but it wasn't really love, not the kind of love I feel for you.
Other than that, there has not been a woman for me. I did it with a couple of the girls, but we didn't really know how to do it. Please teach me. I want to learn. I want to learn it from a beautiful woman like you."
"Come then, darling, we shall lie down now and hold each other for a little while. After that, we shall learn many wonderful things together and do nice things for each other."
The younger woman fell against her breasts and they tumbled onto the bed together. Love and lust flared in both bodies and they began a sweet journey to the stars, each with her mouth pressed greedily to the warm twat of the other.
For a long time, they kissed and licked and played and sucked until both cried out and collapsed in the wonderful, tired aftermath of love.
Through the night, from time to time, they woke, and each time, they found each other to repeat the miracle of what teacher and student had discovered in the nervous beginning of early evening.
CHAPTER TWELVE
In the months that followed, Hope kept increasing her abilities as a teacher. Her youth, which could have been, had she been less a woman and a teacher, a detriment, was, instead, a plus factor.
The students, seeing in her an understanding of their problems moved to her and opened like rose buds open to an invigorating spring rain.
Taking full advantage of the situation, Hope worked a miracle with them and encouraged them to accept education, something that many of them had resisted for so long, as a thing of importance and excitement.
But they were not the only ones who gained by it all. Hope too was learning. She learned, among other things as she went along with them, that teaching could be as much a pleasure for the teacher as for the students. With a wild, exciting enthusiasm, she developed a love for teaching that knew no bounds.
Although she had committed herself to staying at the school for an undetermined length of time, she knew with a positive instinct, that there would come a day when she would forsake the comfort of Miss Carter's establishment for a school somewhere that would call for an exertion of every bit of strength and ability she had.
Where or what it would be, she had no idea, but instinct told her that she had to keep improving in order to prepare for that moment when it arrived and when she would be able to recognize it.
While she worked and learned, she continued saving her money. Because there was almost no expense involved in living at the school, almost everything she earned was added to her savings. It was as if an inner voice told her that a new challenge was waiting for her and she had to prepare for it not just with education and experience, but with savings, strength and determination.
Near the end of the term, Miss Carter summoned her to an intimate evening conference that she knew was another command performance. Not knowing whether it was to be a sexual or an educational one, Hope took the precaution of bathing and perfuming her body so that she would be prepared. As a result of her experience at the school, she knew she was more than prepared in the event that the meeting would be of an intellectual nature.
The moment she walked into the private suite of the headmistress, Hope knew that while sexual activities well could follow eventually, the woman wanted to talk of more serious things.
The thought pleased her. There had been more than a fill of sexual activity and, while she still enjoyed every moment of it, Hope now looked forward to more challenging things.
"What has this term at the school meant to you, Hope?" the headmistress asked.
"Miss Carter, that is probably the one question I am not able to answer. There has been so much, I have learned so much, I fear I can't put it all into words that simply."
"Excellent, Hope," the headmistress answered with a smile that convinced Hope that she had given the correct answer. "That is exactly what I hoped you would say in reply to my question. Do you feel you are better or worse for the time you spent here?"
"Oh, Miss Carter, so much better that I cannot find the words to describe it."
"You keep giving me the right answers, dear. Perhaps I should stop now."
"Please do not, Miss Carter. If I have learned as much here as I think I have, then I should be able to answer your questions without difficulty."
"In that case, Hope, only one question remains. I find that you have learned more in one term here than many teachers learn in a lifetime. Will you remain here next term with all you have learned, or do you wish to go elsewhere ? "
"Miss Carter," Hope looked at her directly, honestly, "if I were as intelligent as you give me credit for, then it would be simple for me to answer that question. As it is, I truly do not know the answer. I feel I will return for the next term, but I respect and admire you too much to make that a promise."
"Thank you for that too, Hope. Every question you answer for me convinces me more and more that I chose wisely in selecting you for this school. I wish I were wise enough to find a way to keep you forever."
It was a conversation that could lead only into the area of embarrassment and confusion. Aware of that fact, Elizabeth took the only recourse that was open to her. Instead of more conversation, she drew Hope into her arms and caressed her as her knowing mouth found Hope's receptive one in a passionate, prolonged kiss.
It proved to be the right answer. Instead of trying for the right thing to say, Hope merely kissed in return with the same degree of passion. Each understood what the other meant so that the remainder of the evening was completely without a trace of difficulty.
"Do you want me to bring my servant in, Hope, or shall I ignore him and spend the night with you alone?"
"Please, Miss Carter," Hope whispered in reply, "let the two of us manage without him this time."
"I will on condition that you do not again call me Miss. It seems much too formal for what we can have this evening as just two women alone."
"Thanks, Elizabeth darling. I guess that was the very best thing you could say to me. I can't think of anything I would rather hear you say."
"There is just something about you, you sweet darling, that makes me want to say the right thing. That's strange, you know. Until you came here, I reigned as queen of all I surveyed. You changed all that and I can't say that I mind it at all."
"Please, Elizabeth, don't say such things. You picked me up when I was less than nothing and gave me every chance to make something of myself. Please do not demean it all. You are still the strongest, most wonderful person I've met in all my life."
"It seems, dear," Elizabeth said with a loving smile, "that we are going to spend the entire night saying honest, pleasant things to each other. Surely we could do better."
"When I came here, dear," Hope said with feeling, "it was you who taught me so many things. Let us see if after all your gentle teaching, I am able to do something to let you know that I have learned something."
With a smile, Hope stood in front of her mentor while she stripped her clothes away until she was naked. With a smile, she stood there waiting for the woman to do, demand or say what she pleased.
"Wait for me, darling," Elizabeth whispered, "I want to take all my clothes off and meet you as an equal in the act of love. I once taught you, but now there is nothing left for me to teach. You have learned all and now all we can do is share with each other."
While the older woman undressed, Hope thought of only how much she had learned from her and how much she had let go of the old, narrow world to reach out and embrace one that was so much broader and more interesting.
Both naked then, they moved into each other's warm, hungry embrace. It was no longer teacher and student as it had been, now it was two women who met on equal terms to give and take what they wanted.
They fell onto the couch because it was there and a more comfortable playground on the wide bed was too far away.
They made passionate love for a long, wonderful time, then drifted off into warm sleep in the comfort of strong, warm bodies pressed together in the aftermath of love.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Before leaving at the end of the term, Hope assured Miss Carter that she would return a few days before the beginning of the following one. When Elizabeth invited her to visit a few times during the summer since she would be staying at the school, Hope told her, with a knowing smile, that she would be delighted to visit.
With plenty of money to cover her needs, Hope took an apartment in London not far off Charing Cross. Although it was in an older building, it was clean and pleasant and as an added advantage, the landlady was pleasant.
Before long, Hope discovered the landlady was more of a friend than she wanted. When she found that Hope had spent two consecutive evenings alone in her room, she was horrified.
"You dear little thing," she said in a conspiratorial tone, "you're much too beautiful to spend your time alone. I have some gentlemen friends who would be more than delighted to help you pass the time in most interesting ways, if you know what I mean."
Instinctively, Hope knew that the woman would collect a nice reward from her gentlemen friends for introducing them to her if she provided them with what they wanted. Shock seemed like a good way to end such things once and for all, so she used it.
"My dear, Mrs. Brown," she sighed and stretched tiredly, "the reason I took this quiet apartment was to get some rest. For close to ten months, there have been so many tongues and stiff rocks inside my cunt that the thought of one more just makes me want to scream."
She was able, with great effort to conceal her laugh as the woman's jaw fell and her mouth flew open.
"Oh. I.. . I thought you were such a quiet little thing. I mean, I didn't know you were that kind of a woman."
"What kind of a woman, Mrs. Brown? After all, your were going to send your friends around to fuck me. I will let you know though if my twat gets twitchy and I need it sucked or screwed."
Completely flustered, the landlady took a hurried leave and Hope congratulated herself on having handled the situation well.
That evening, Hope went alone to the Burbidge Theatre and watched a play. It was reasonably good for a Shakespeare work, she thought, but since she didn't really appreciate the bard's stiffness of style, it was not really a tribute.
The following day, she decided to look up some of her old friends in the city. Molly, her oldest and best friend in all of London, was delighted to see her.
They lunched at the tea shoppe where the Bitch Witch, the phantom woman who posted notices calling for equality for all women made her contacts with the women of London. On that day, there was no notice posted, but Molly told her of some recent ones that had been sensational and were now the gossip of all London.
"Oh how well I remember those notices," Hope laughed. "I was only a girl then, but I used to steal into the entrance and read them. I was most impressed then, I must say."
"Aren't you now, Hope?"
"Not as much, I suppose. After all, being human, I'm selfish, I guess. I have all the freedom I want with the teaching position at the school, I have a full sex life as well, so there isn't much more for me to want."
That proved to be the key to unlock a more intimate conversation. Talking in little more than whispers, the two women exchanged stories of their experiences since they last met.
It wasn't long before they were planning to join forces for some interesting times while Hope was in the city. While she was married, Molly still enjoyed playing around a little, although she was quite circumspect about it. Her husband was a hard working man who spent little time at home and couldn't keep his wife satisfied.
"There's this most wonderful club, darling," she tried to control the shaking of her voice. "It's women only and every member tries to outdo the others in daring. I'm a member and you must come as my guest."
"It sounds wonderful, dear," Hope answered. "Would I be-likely to know any of the members ? "
"I doubt it. The two really key members are two Janes, Armstrong and Grey. They're not much older than us, about thirty or so, perhaps even less. All the members are wild, but those two, along with one gal called Joyce, are really the wildest. Will you really come with me?"
"It sounds like fun, darling, I can't wait. When will it be?"
"The next meeting is on Thursday at one in the afternoon. Oh, there's one thing I must point out, they do a lot of spanking, give and take. Does that bother you ? "
Hope laughed a little, then apologized for having done so. "I've taken a few very interesting spankings and, as a school teacher, you can guess that I've administered more than a few."
"Oooh, tell me," Molly sounded excited. "Tell me all about it."
Swearing her friend to secrecy and trusting her to keep the oath, Hope told her a lot of things about the school Before she finished, she caught Molly rubbing her thighs together under the table.
"My dear," Hope teased, "I didn't realize you were so interested in education."
"Oh please, Hope, dear, do tell me more about the school. But first, let's go to my place. My husband will not be home until late in the evening and we can be alone. Please come."
"Of course I will, silly. Let's finish our tea and be on our way."
They finished their tea in record time and went outside where they found a carriage to hurry them to Molly's house. On the way, Molly told her that there was an interesting rumor sweeping London to the effect that Jane Armstrong, one of the women Hope would meet the first time she went to a meeting of the special club, was really the Bitch Witch.
"Ooh, how thrilling it would be to meet her, and hear how she talks. Do you think she really could be the Bitch Witch?"
"I don't know, Hope. She says many of the things in the same vein and she claims to be a follower. Most women think she is the Bitch Witch, but I have to doubt it some. For one thing, her husband is a member of parliament now and that would make it pretty sticky."
"I suppose it would for an ordinary woman, Molly, but I understand the Bitch Witch is no ordinary woman. Perhaps that would only make it more of a challenge to her. Have you thought of that?"
Molly admitted she hadn't considered that aspect of it, but by then, it didn't really matter. The carriage was drawing up in front of her house and they hurried out of it. There were more interesting things to be said and done and the Bitch Witch would have to wait for any further discussion.
Hope liked the house, it was a good one without any show of pretension, much, Hope thought, like her friend.
Inside the house, Molly conducted her to a drawing room where she produced a bottle of sherry from the Spanish Indies and poured two big glasses. Then, ringing for the maid, she dismissed her for the day.
"Now then, darling, please tell me everything about this wonderful school. I'm just dying to hear everything."
Sensing that her friend was most interested in corporal punishment, Hope told her much about it. She told too about how both male and female students were summoned to the room of a teacher for the evening or the entire night not only for punishment, but for anything the teacher wanted.
"Oh, darling, tell me more, but I'm going crazy just hearing and thinking about it."
"I refuse to tell you any more about it," Hope wore her sternest look.
"Why, Hope ? " Molly was almost crying. "Because we both have too many clothes on," she said with an impish grin as she reached to unbutton her dress.
"Oh, Hope, darling, to think that we were such close, wonderful friends and never had the courage to tell each other about our interests. Isn't it silly?" Molly too, was taking her dress off.
"It's not as silly as it sounds, dear. After all, I didn't learn about the joys of life really until I went to the school."
Down to only her shift by then, Hope paused in her undressing. When she took it off, she would be naked except for her stockings. She decided to prolong the unveiling a little bit.
"Yes, Hope," Molly panted, "you wait a minute. I'll take mine off first. I want to be bare naked when yours comes off."
With a passionate smile, she reached for the hem of her shift and jerked it over her head. Hope was surprised at the beautiful figure of her friend and told her so with her words and her eyes.
"I'll take mine off now, dear," Hope said gently as she reached to grasp the hem.
"Please do it slowly, darling. Let me see just a bit of you at a time. I know it will be the most beautiful body I've ever seen and I want to see it slowly."
Hope obliged and it took a long time to take the garment off.
"Oh darling," it was a reverent whisper. "I never dreamed you were so beautiful, I never knew any woman could be. Please let me hold you."
With a warm smile, Hope held her arms out and walked toward her. Molly moved too and they fell into a passionate embrace. Their bodies rubbed along their full length as the two warm, moist mouths clung in a kiss that involved tongues and hot breath as they took from and gave to each other with wild abandon.
"I can't wait, Hope," Molly panted, "please let me lick you all over and suck your little cunny."
"How about you, dear?" Hope asked as they moved to the couch together. "Doesn't your cunny want to be played with and sucked? Don't you want to come for my mouth?"
"Oh yes, yes, I do want you to lick my slit and rub me and make me cry with joy."
Their arms tangled then as they began to fondle lovely big teats. Molly's weren't quite as big as Hope's, but the hills were more than big enough and the luscious pink tips, small and soft at the beginning, soon grew to the bigness of thumbs and became delightfully hard.
When they were as hard and big as they could get, Hope bent her head and took one between her lips while her mouth bathed the white skin.
With a cry that came from deep in her throat, Molly pushed a hand between Hope's thighs and began searching for the warm slit. Just to help, Hope opened her thighs so that her cunt could be reached and stroked.
For a little while, Molly was content to stroke the lips and the hot mouth of the crack, but then she had to go further. Her finger pushed inside and began to probe and diddle.
Now it was Hope's turn to writhe and cry out in passion. The probing finger found her clitoris and rubbed. Hope felt her whole body tremble with delight. Her twat had never felt so excited, so good.
Molly pulled the teat away from her mouth and Hope watched it bounce away, the big nipple red and shiny wet from her mouth.
The lovely face moved quickly down her belly toward her waiting twat. As she fell onto her back on the wide couch, Hope threw her legs up and drew them wide apart to make room for the face.
As she did, she pulled Molly's thighs open and gazed at the dark slit in the bottom of the smooth, white belly. Reaching around from behind the big, firm butt, she found the soft cunny lips with her fingers and drew them apart.
The quim was already hot and moist. At the moment she pressed her mouth to the hot slit, she felt Molly's lips on her own cunt.
Both faces pressed deeply into the respective crotches, tongues darted inside and they began to suck each other with abandoned lust. While they sucked noisily, their hands held and rubbed ass cheeks and thighs.
Hope felt a finger pushing into the tight hole between her ass cheeks and playing a little fucking game there. It made her even wilder so that she sucked harder and gave her lover a few playful spanks on one cheek of the fully curved ass. Molly seemed to love it so she spanked harder and the sweet face pressed more deeply into the warmth of her crotch while the maddening tongue lashed the inside of her quim.
Molly was the first to come, but even while her body was trembling and jerking with the excitement of it, she went on sucking even more voraciously so that it was just a matter of seconds before Hope felt her own cunt building up to the big explosion. She came with a bang.
In a little while, the women sat up and sipped sherry as they talked. While Molly played with her firm, heavy teats, Hope told her more stories about life in the school.
"Do you enjoy spanking?" Molly asked.
"I truly love it," she answered honestly. "The sheer joy of looking down on a bare ass over my lap, the feel of firm cheeks jiggling under my hand with each spank, the sound of the cries and the rubbing of the girl across my thighs is just the most exciting thing in the world."
"Will you spank me, Hope? I don't mean just playful little pats like you gave me while we we're sucking. I mean the real thing, just as if I were a naughty student and you were punishing me."
"Of course I shall, darling. You have a lovely ass for spanking."
"Oh, how wonderful. Did you bring any of your punishment things with you ? "
"As a matter-of-fact, I do have a strap and a nice cane back in my room."
"Ooh, I'm going crazy just thinking of it. To be strapped and caned by a stern teacher is the most exciting thing I can imagine. Will you do it to me tomorrow ? "
"Of course I shall dear, if that's what you really want. I warn you though, it will hurt."
"I want it to. I want to scream and beg you to stop, but you mustn't. We'll decide before we start how many I'm to get with the strap and the cane and then you must stick to it. You'll scold me and shame me and make me cry terribly and my butt will sting and tingle for hours after. Oh I can't wait."
"Is that right?" Hope asked with a smile as she drew away from the woman and stood beside the couch.
Looking completely composed, Hope picked up her glass and drained it. Looking around the room, she saw a big, armless chair and walked to it. Sitting, she looked toward the couch. There was a gleam in Molly's eyes that told her she was doing just what the woman wanted.
"Come to me at once, Molly," she cracked the words with the sting of a whip.
As if hypnotized, Molly stood and Hope saw that she was trembling. She walked to stand in front of the chair before the naked teacher.
"How dare you walk around the school in shameless nudity like that. You are going to be punished this very minute."
"Oh please, Miss," Molly begged in a sobbing voice, "don't spank me. My ass is so tender and you spank so hard."
"Nonsense," Hope snapped firmly. "Lie over my lap this moment and turn that chubby bare ass up for a stinging spanking."
Continuing to scold the naughty student, Hope wrapped her left arm firmly around the nude waist, gazed with rapt wonder at the lovely ass cheeks, then delivered a stinging spank to the pouting right cheek.
It jiggled nicely under her hand and Molly cried out.
"So it hurts your ass, does it . . . SPANK . . . Well it's going to hurt a lot more . . . SPANK . . . How about this? . . . SPANK . . . and this . . .
Molly heaved and tossed wildly as she cried to the full extent her lungs would permit. Both cheeks of her butt were brilliant red and hot to the touch of the smooth palm which spanked and spanked as if it would never stop.
When it did stop at last, Hope ordered her curtly to stand. Molly did so and stood with tears flowing down her face and over her breasts as she rubbed her stinging ass and promised the teacher that she would be a good girl.
"Go to the couch at once," Hope snapped, "and lie down with your hot ass on that rough fabric. It will add to the sting you feel now."
As Molly, still sobbing, walked to the couch, Hope thrilled at the wriggling of the crimson cheeks. She knew just what she was going to do.
Molly lay flat on the couch, her tear stained face staring up, her hot ass heaving as if the hand was still spanking it.
Without a word, Hope mounted the couch and straddled the shivering form of the well spanked young woman whose sobs were soft music now as the pain of the spanking began to be replaced by the delicious after tingle that followed.
"Look up at my ass, Molly. It's nice and white, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss Benson. It's a very beautiful ass."
"Your ass is very red, Molly. It's red because you have been spanked hard for being naughty. Do you understand that?"
"Oh yes. I understand that I was naughty and you had to spank me."
"And are you sorry?"
"Oh yes, Miss. I am truly sorry and I promise not to be naughty again."
"Very well, then Molly," Hope still wore the expression as she knelt up fondling her aroused teats and squeezing them excitedly, "I shall give you an opportunity to prove that you are sincere."
"Oh yes, Miss Benson, anything. Just tell me what you wish me to do."
"I am going to lower my butt until it is sitting on your wet face. First you are going to lick the cheeks of my butt, lick and kiss my butt hole, then find my cunt and suck it until I come. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Benson I understand."
"And will you lick and suck me well or shall I spank you again?"
"Please don't spank me again. My poor ass is so hot and sore. I'll lick and suck your butt and your cunt and make you come in my mouth. Truly I shall, Miss Benson."
Hope was squeezing and rubbing her teats even harder then as she spread her thighs and allowed her ass to drop onto the wet, waiting face.
She felt the lips and the tongue licking her ass and finding the crack and the hole. After she had been licked well, there, she trembled in anticipation as the knowing mouth found her twat and the delightful tongue moved into her slit and began licking.
While Molly licked, Hope's body bounced up and down as if she were riding her pony all the way to climaxtown.
She reached her destination and cried out as she squeezed her teats until it hurt and ground her hot, wet ass into the sweet face under her.
Later, as they chatted, Molly told that it was the very best spanking she had ever received and that the sucking of Hope's cunt made it even more perfect.
Before they began discussing the beating with the strap and cane for the following day, they took time out while Hope sucked her off.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The following day, Hope was a properly severe teacher while Molly wept and wailed her way through an extremely lengthy session with her plump ass tasting both strap and cane in full measure.
After Molly had composed herself, they talked about how good the beatings had been and, quite naturally, they sucked each other off until both felt thoroughly drained.
"Tell me, dear," Molly asked as they sipped sherry, "do you like it with men as well as with women ? "
"Oh sure, I love it with men too. I'm not sure which I prefer, as a matter-of-fact. When I see a good stout cock and feel it pushing into my slit, I tell myself it is the best. Then, a lovely woman like you comes along and we play with each other and suck each other off and that becomes the best.
I just can't make up my mind on the matter, I guess."
"I know how that can be," Molly smiled. "Still, I think marrying Tom was the perfect answer for me. With his good cock, I get all the nice fucking I want, and I find lots of fun with women at the club."
"It sounds like the best of both worlds at that if it makes you as happy as you sound. Is Tom good in bed?"
"Oh yes, he's really quite great. His tool is big and strong and he uses it well. He plays any game I want, so really, he's ideal."
"Would he approve of the things you do at the club?"
"Would he? He does. When I come home from there, I tell him all about it. He insists on hearing every little detail. While I'm telling him about it, he takes his cock out and I play with it for him until he makes me stop just short of making him squirt."
"He does sound like quite a man at that," Hope agreed.
"You can judge for yourself this evening, when you meet him." '
"I didn't know I was going to."
"Oh you must. Do stay for the evening. I so much want you to meet my pride and joy."
Since she had nothing else planned, Hope decided to accept the invitation. They nursed their sherry carefully to ensure that they would still be sober when the man came home. He arrived at five-twenty and they were sober, dressed and in excellent spirits.
Hope was struck instantly by his good looks and fine figure. He looked, in many ways, much like John Crompton at the school. She hoped though, that he was more a man.
For a long time, the three of them sat in the drawing room. The women returned to their sherry while Tom chose rum as his drink.
When it seemed that they would have a long, relaxed evening of conversation, Molly stunned Hope by standing, turning her back to her husband and pulling her skirts up high above her ass.
"How does it look, darling?" she grinned at him over her shoulder.
"My word," he exploded. "What a delightful pattern of cane marks. I see a nice pink tone as well. I'll wager you felt something other than the cane."
"Oh I did," Molly giggled as she wriggled her plump butt. "Sweet Hope used a lovely school strap that drove me wild."
"I say, Hope," there was unconcealed admiration in his expression, "you must be a truly excellent teacher. You enjoy administering discipline, I take it."
"Yes," Hope began to regain her composure at last. "I must say I do and I get plenty of practice at school."
"How fortunate you are and how fortunate your young students must be. I hope they appreciate your attention on their firm young behinds."
"I fear not many of them do. There are a few, I'll admit who seem to get into trouble deliberately and show no reluctance about presenting their bare bums for their punishment."
"I say, the two of you have gotten me quite horny." With that, Tom opened the front of his pants and with an impatient gesture, pulled out a tool that was very stiff indeed. "Ah," he sighed, "that truly does feel better, I must say."
"Ooh," Hope sighed aloud, "it really is a nice bone, Molly. You were not exaggerating at all, I must admit."
"Thank you, dear. Take it in your hand and feel how firm it is. It truly is a bone and provides a nice mouth or cunt full."
Gaining confidence more quickly than she expected to do, Hope moved to the man and wrapped her left hand along the long shaft and squeezed.
"Give it a few nice jerks," he said as she felt what she recognized as a hungry throbbing in the meat.
Turning, she stood behind him with her belly against his butt and jerked as if she would make him spurt. Then, without warning, she stopped.
"I wouldn't want to spoil such a nice bone for you," she laughed. "I'm afraid Molly would never forgive me if I deprived her of it."
"Deprive me nothing," Molly laughed. "I intend that, before the evening is over, you will feel it spurting all the way up your sweet little slit and deep in your belly. Wouldn't you like that? I'm confident Tom would love to."
"How sweet of you Molly. Shall we take our clothes off and get in the mood ? "
"By all means," Tom answered for his wife. "Though I must say I'm pretty well in the mood right now."
Eagerly, the three began to undress. At Tom's request, the women undressed very slowly so that he was naked when they still wore their shifts.
"Now," he sighed, "for the unveilings. I'm sure my wife won't mind if I save you for the last, darling."
"Not at all, dear," Molly smiled as she slipped the shoulder straps down and allowed it to fall slowly over the lovely swells of her bubbies.
It held at her waist for a moment while she played with what she had uncovered. Hope saw the man's tool twitch with anticipation and excitement as he watched.
After a brief delay, Molly released her titties and pushed the garment down over her hips so that it fell in a puddle at her feet. Except for her black stockings and garters, she was entirely naked and extremely beautiful.
"Please do it the same way, dear," Tom asked in a gentle, yet strong and masculine voice that was nothing at all like the simpering tone John used while playing personal slave to Miss Carter.
Licking her lips to impart a sheen of moisture, Hope gave him a warm smile and reached very slowly for the shoulder straps of her shift. She pulled them down very slowly and held the garments over her bubbies while she slipped her arms out.
Then, one at a time, she bared the pink tipped beauties and thrilled at what she saw in his face as he stared frankly at them.
"Do you like them, Tom?" Hope asked as she held them from below so that he could admire them.
"like them? I can't wait to get them in my mouth to suck those nipples out and make them grow."
"You will, dear, but for now, shall I push my shift down farther?"
"All the way, Hope sweet, but do it nice and slowly. Tease me and make my cock jump."
Hope teased him until the top of her shift moved to a point just below the curly fur of her pussy, then, she pushed it quickly and it fell to the floor.
Naked except for her black silk hose and fiery red garters, she glowed as his eyes devoured her and his stiff cock really jumped and twitched at the sight of her lovely body.
"I vow you're perfect," he said with feeling. "Only my lovely wife is as beautiful as you," he added with a touch of gallantry that made her realize how much a man he really was.
"If you think she's beautiful now, darling," Molly said quietly, "wait until you see her delicious little cunny. I've licked it dry and I know what it's like. You'll be in grave danger of coming before you can even poke your bone into it."
"You may have licked it dry, darling," Hope smiled, "but it's ready to get very wet again."
"In that case," Tom smiled excitedly, "let the three of us go into the bedroom and see what we can do about that. I can't stand the thought of an unsatisfied cunt in my home while I am here to do something about it."
Holding hands and patting each other as they went, the three walked from the drawing room to the bedroom. The big room was beautifully appointed and the center of attention, looming bigger than anything else in it, was the biggest bed Hope had ever seen.
"What a magnificent playground," she exclaimed as she saw it.
"Then come and play with us on it," Tom replied with a grin that made her knees tremble and caused her twat to twitch.
The three naked bodies came together in a writhing mass of sensitive flesh. They kissed and played and sucked while they continued to roll and heave as passion built toward the point of explosion.
As he said it, Hope saw that the ruby red head of his stout cock was just inches away from her mouth. Licking her full lips, Hope opened them wide and closed them around the velvet monster.
She sucked on it as if she had no intention of letting go until it bathed her throat. Remembering what Molly had done to her earlier in the day while sucking her slit, she fumbled with his butt until she managed to get the tip of a finger against his hole. Slowly, she pushed the finger all the way in and diddled his hole while she went on sucking his big joint.
"Enough, enough," Tom called as he tore his meat away from her greedy mouth. "Later, I want to have you suck me off and swallow every drop, but first, I want to stick old John Thomas into your tight little slit while he's still a very hard boy."
"I'm ready for that any time you are, Tom darling, I feel a great hunger in my crotch now and if your sweet and lovely wife will grant it, I want you to fuck me until you make smoke come out of my butt hole."
"Be my guest, darling," Molly laughed. "Get your hot little cunt filled with his magic prick, but make him suck it first until it gets nice and wet. Your fuck will be so much better after he has licked your slit and made it nice and slippery."
As she lay back to enjoy it, Hope saw Molly moving in to suck and rub her teats. She sighed and cried and cursed in an effort to express her delight. No matter what she said or did though, nothing could express the delight Hope felt as he licked her twat and rubbed the cheeks of her hot, tingling butt while pulling her body closer and closer to his greedy, devouring mouth.
As she began to come, Hope screamed words that she would have sworn she had not even heard before. All the while, as her cunt throbbed in the clutch of his mouth, Molly went on sucking one teat and rubbing the other. Hope felt so good that she wanted to die.
As he drew his wet face tiredly out of Hope's crotch, it was clear to Molly that her husband couldn't wait any longer for his fuck.
"Kneel up, darling," she told Hope, "and let him give it to you dog fashion. It drives farther into you that way and makes it better for me to watch."
Hope was more than ready to feel the man inside her slit so she turned on the wide bed and knelt with her knees wide apart and her beautiful curved ass arched and waiting. From behind and below, it provided a lovely frame of flesh for her almost aching cunny.
Tom started to scramble into position behind Hope with his tool stiffly at the ready, but his wife stopped him as she crawled under the kneeling woman so that her face was a scant few inches below her twat. She could smell Hope's hot arousal and swore she could see the anxious cunt twitching as it waited for the bone the man held just behind her ass.
"All right, Tom," she urged, "stick it in very slowly so I can see every bit of the action."
Just as he started, Molly felt Hope pulling her body completely under her and realized that the sweet dear was going to suck her slit while taking her screwing. It was too sweet for words so she merely sighed and groaned while she watched.
Directly above her eyes, she watched as the big ruby head of the meat moved below the round ass cheeks and was right at the little slit.
Reaching up, Molly parted the soft, wet lips with an anxious little groan of passion. A moment later, it went in a little and she wriggled with passion as she saw that while feeling Hope's tongue lashing her twat.
Tom gave a series of pushes and shoved his cock into the pink nest a little at a time until nothing remained below Hope's butt but his dangling, hairy balls.
He fucked with long, slow strokes and each time he drew his belly rammer back, Molly gasped at the coating of shiny twat juice that made it glisten like a jewel.
She began to come then and had to concentrate with all her strength to be able to continue viewing the big meat slipping in and out of the sensitive slit above.
And then it was Tom's turn to come. Recognizing a peculiar movement of his hips he always made just before beginning to come, Molly strained to get her face as close as possible to watch it happen.
When it was over, Molly watched as her husband drew the wreckage of his bone out of Hope's slit. It was soft and creamy and fell out like a dead thing. Some of the residue dripped from it as it did from Hope's twat and splashed her face. Molly licked it away and wriggling out of her hiding place as Hope started to get up, she took Tom's whacker into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Deciding to make a night of it, Hope produced her strap and cane at Tom's request and, late in the night, Tom became a naughty student.
After a severe scolding which produced nice sounds of sobbing from him, she took him over her lap and gave him a nice hand spanking first. While she was doing it, she felt his pecker coming to life.
When the spanking was over, Hope directed the scene so that he knelt sucking Molly's snatch while she strapped his butt.
But even then, she wasn't finished. Although his staff was stiff and hard as new, she had him stand with his whang in Molly's mouth while she administered a nice touching up with the cane.
After that, the women admired the results of her work and agreed that he had been deliciously punished. It did seem a shame to let such a nice bone go to waste, so this time he fucked Molly who sucked Hope off while she was getting it doggy style. Because it took him a long time to come this time, Molly received the bonus of a lengthy fuck that permitted her to come twice instead of the usual once.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Through the remainder of her holiday, Hope spent much time with Molly and her husband. She also attended three meetings of the women's club and enjoyed a thoroughly delightful time.
The women welcomed the teacher with her strap and cane during the third visit; the highlight of the meeting was a school class during which no student escaped without a nice red ass which became even hotter than her hot cunt.
Forsaking the promise she had made to Elizabeth Carter, she didn't pay a visit to the school during the entire time of her vacation.
When vacation ended and it was time to return to school, Hope felt relieved. True, the vacation had been a most interesting one, but she was anxious to return to teaching and to the bigger challenge of deciding what she would do with her life.
She arrived at the school on a Saturday night so that there would be ample time to prepare for the first class on Monday. The minute she walked through the door, Hope knew, without a doubt, that she had made a mistake.
Hope had looked forward to returning to the school all through her vacation, but instinct told her she had been in a false world and was a fool.
Although it left her feeling lost and alone, she sensed that the school was not for her and couldn't ever be. There was a sense of futility as she realized that in reporting to the headmistress for the beginning of the term, she would, at the same time, announce her impending resignation.
As Hope expected, Elizabeth Carter was stunned by the news.
"How could you do this to me, Hope? I had all summer to look for a suitable replacement if I'd known of your plans to leave."
"But you see, Miss Carter, I had no plans to leave until the moment I walked into the building a few minutes ago. When I realized how I felt, I came to you right away to inform you of my feelings."
"But what am I going to do, Hope? I can't just go out and find another teacher just like that."
"I understand that, Miss Carter and I have no intention of leaving until you have a suitable replacement."
"Even if it means staying for the entire term, Hope?"
"Even if it means staying for the entire term. You and the school have been good for me and to me. I wouldn't even think of deserting."
"Thank you for your wonderful loyalty, Hope," the woman said with a warm smile as she decided she would make no effort at all to find a replacement. "Now let's take a look at your reasons for wanting to leave us."
"I feel them very strongly, Miss Carter, but I'm not so sure I can put them into words."
"Well now, Hope, as a teacher, you should be able to express things. Don't you think it's at least worth an effort. Perhaps you will find that your reasons are not as serious as you now think."
Hope tried valiantly, but each time she tried to tell of her aspirations to teach and to separate her teaching from her sex life, it failed to come out with anything like the conviction she felt.
"I wonder, dear," Elizabeth said in a warm, patient tone, "whether you're not being premature in resigning at this time."
"Why do you say that, Miss Carter?"
"I think, darling, that during the long vacation, you became bored. You seemed happy last term, why should that have changed ? "
"I don't know, Miss Carter. I truly feel I am doing the proper thing. It's just that I can't express it."
"I'll tell you what we'll do, my dear. For the moment, I shall not accept your resignation. Give yourself just one month of teaching. If at the end of that time you still want to leave, I'll not attempt to dissuade you. Will you agree to that?"
"I suppose I must, Miss Carter, although I doubt that my feelings will change."
"Now then, my dear," Elizabeth looked at her in a strange manner, "there is something else to be discussed. You will recall that when you left at the end of the term, you promised to come and visit me."
"Oh yes, Miss Carter. I do regret breaking my promise to you. I just got so involved in London."
"Was it a man or a woman ? "
"Both. A man and his wife. They both loved the taste of my strap and cane and enjoy all the other things we do."
"How nice for you, my dear, but you really left me all alone without caring at all for my unhap-piness or boredom."
"I am sorry, Miss Carter."
"I fear that is not sufficient. Although the punishment should really be much more severe, I am going to let you get away with a nice spanking. Wait though until I undress."
Standing then, Miss Carter began removing her clothing and was quite naked when she finished. It had been so long since Hope had seen the magnificent body, that she felt the same thrill as the first time she had seen it.
"Does my body still please you, Hope?" she asked with a confident smile.
"Oh yes, Miss Carter. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"Thank you, my dear. You are lavish with your words, but my beauty was not enough to bring you back for a visit. You may strip naked now, darling and present your ass to me for a spanking."
There was no anger at all in the tone, so Hope sensed it would be a nice sex spanking with little reason to fear it.
She felt her pulses quicken as she began undressing. In a minute, she knew, she would be lying over the firm, warm thighs and would feel the strong hand spanking her ass. Although she preferred giving spankings to taking them, she found herself wanting this one. In wanting it, she wanted even more the things that would follow later.
As she threw off her shift to stand nude, Hope saw the flash of excitement in the eyes of the woman. She walked the few steps to her.
"Open your legs, dear," Elizabeth whispered the command. "I want to see if they have stretched your tight little slit."
While one strong hand held her ass from behind, the fingers toyed with Hope's quim for a little time, then two of them slipped in to diddle her.
"I'm delighted to see that it is still nice and tight. It's rather warm too, I see. Could it be that you are a little horny, dear?"
"Oh yes, Miss Carter. I really am quite horny."
"How nice. Come over my lap then and we shall get on with the spanking of this sweet ass."
Hope obeyed and quickly felt the comfort of the thighs under her tummy and the strong arm wrapped around her waist.
There was conflict between the warmth of the woman's voice and the words of scolding she spoke as the spanking began.
From the first spank, Hope knew it would be a hard one with plenty of sting. Again and again the big hand came down flat to deliver a stinging spank to her quivering, reddening ass cheeks. Hope cried loudly and kicked her legs violently, but the spanking went on unabated.
While her firm cheeks danced and bounced under the stinging spanks, Hope heard and felt the soles of her feet slapping the floor. Each spank seemed harder than the one before as fires raged in her tender butt.
And then it was over and the woman was helping her to her feet and leading her toward the bed.
Hope needed the help because her eyes were filled with tears.
"Your ass is so beautiful when it's nice and red from a spanking," Elizabeth whispered excitedly as they reached the bed and she guided Hope onto it on her tummy so that her red cheeks glowed like a twin beacon.
Crouching on the bed beside her, Elizabeth lowered her face and began kissing the hot cheeks. After both globes had been thoroughly kissed and licked, she turned a little and began licking the smooth crack until it was filled with moisture from top to bottom.
"Oh you sweet little thing," Elizabeth panted. "I haven't sucked a twat in more than a month, but I am going to suck yours right now."
"Oh yes," Hope sobbed. "Please suck me off and then I'll suck yours. Please suck . . . please."
She felt the strong woman turning her on the bed and then the face was in her crotch, the mouth clamping her quim in that very special style Elizabeth employed.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, "you have to be the best cunt lapper in the whole world."
If Elizabeth heard, she gave no indication. She surely couldn't reply anyway since her mouth was filled with the hot sweetness of the throbbing little cunny while her tongue lapped the hard clitoris roughly.
The woman held Hope's ass tightly while she came with such great force that she loosed a loud fart which seemed to amuse her lover greatly.
"Now then," Elizabeth smiled after they had rested for a brief while, "it is my turn. I have a very hot cunt between my legs that is just crying to be sucked off. Get busy little one."
She lay back on the bed, parted her legs wide and delivered her twat to the anxious young woman who sucked her off deliciously while she diddled her ass hole with one long finger.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sunday was a busy day at the school as the staff made last minute preparations to begin the new term. Students arrived all day and teachers were busy welcoming back old students and greeting new ones as they assigned them to rooms.
Among the new students were a number of stunning beauties who would look thrilling in the short skirts which were a part of the school uniform.
There were too, enough bigger boys to ensure that for teachers who wanted it, there would be no shortage of strong belly whackers to fill hungry twats with the fucking they wanted.
By evening, all seemed nicely under control and Hope was surprised when a messenger brought her a note inviting her to the suite of the headmistress.
Having just completed her bath, she was aware of the eyes of the student on her lush body as she read the note of summons to a command performance before the queen of the school.
Throwing on a light wrapper, Hope paused before closing it around her body and smiled at the girl. '
"Do you like what you see ? " she asked.
"Oh yes, Miss," the girl replied with feeling. "You are a most beautiful woman."
"Do you like being in the private company of beautiful women?"
"Yes, I guess," the girl blushed shyly.
"You look very lovely yourself dear. Perhaps I shall invite you to spend an evening with me soon. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Raise your clothes up so that I can look at you, dear," Hope commanded gently.
Nervously, looking as if she would cry, the girl did so. She displayed lovely legs, smooth white skin and an exciting triangle of black hair between her thighs. She turned when Hope told her to and showed splendid ass cheeks.
Patting the bared ass and stroking a silken thigh, Hope found herself wishing that she didn't have to visit Miss Carter just then.
Besides being beautiful, the girl appeared shy and inexperienced in such matters. It would have been such a joy to just undress her and take her to bed at once.
The girl trembled when Hope parted her thighs and felt the lips of the little cunny. Hope trembled also as she thought of how sweet it would feel against her mouth while she sucked and licked it.
"Take your hand and feel my cunny, dear," Hope said in a whisper.
Obviously very afraid, the girl did so. Her hand trembled, but she stroked it as Hope was doing to hers.
"You act as if this were the first twat you've ever touched, dear."
"It's . . . it's the first time I've ever touched a grown woman's."
"Have you done many things with girls then?"
"Not many. Just, you know, playing with each other a little."
"You don't mean to tell me you've never kissed and licked cunnies," Hope sounded shocked.
"Oh no, Miss."
"You poor darling, such a lovely creature and you have missed so much. Promise that you won't let anyone kiss you on your cunt until you have come to visit me."
"I promise," she answered in a quivering voice.
"Very well then, I must run now, but I'll try to keep tomorrow evening free." Hugging the girl and kissing her on the mouth, Hope tied the light wrap and hurried out of the room with her.
"Come in, Hope." Elizabeth Carter's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I brought you here to show you a lovely surprise. It's a new toy I had sent to me from Italy."
"A toy? How surprising," Hope expressed bewilderment as they walked into the spacious drawing room where her hostess poured drinks for them.
"Antonio," she called loudly.
Instantly, the bedroom door opened and Hope almost dropped her glass in amazement.
The man stood in the doorway as if posing for a painter. There was too much of him to see at once, so she took her eyes back to the top and started working her way down.
His gleaming black hair was wavy and rumpled just enough to provide the correct crown for his ruggedly handsome face. Looking at it, she decided he was in his early twenties.
He boasted the body of a Greek god with a little less muscle than the classic and a smoother, more feminine body. His skin looked as though it would be very smooth to the touch and it all showed since he was naked.
She feasted her eyes on his tool for a long time. It stood erect and very strong looking. Hope estimated that it was a good ten inches in length. It was appropriately big around and supported a massive reddish head from which the skin was drawn well back.
Hope felt an overpowering compulsion to take the head into her mouth and suck it until it filled her throat with the smooth fluid of cock.
Around his waist, he wore a wide belt of black velvet and had a matching one around his left thigh.
"Isn't it a delightful toy, darling?" Elizabeth asked with an excited smile.
"Oh yes, Miss Benson. Is he going to teach here?"
"No, my dear. Since I disposed of John, I decided to have a male strictly as a slave. I may have him give punishment to some of the girls."
"You mean dressed like that ? "
"Of course. Wouldn't it be thrilling to watch. I may even have him bugger some of them with that lovely big cock of his. Just think of it."
"I can think of other places I'd like to have it in me," Hope smiled wistfully.
"How delightful. Would you believe he detests sticking his rammer into a twat? He much prefers other males to females. He loves to be ass fucked and to suck cocks."
"But he doesn't like women?" Disappointment was obvious in Hope's voice.
"Oh, I didn't say that. Strange as it may seem, he loves to suck twats and titties and does a nice job with his tongue between the cheeks of my bum."
"That does sound exciting."
Elizabeth called the man to them and both women began to fondle his body. While she toyed with his cock, Hope couldn't resist fitting the big head of it into her mouth.
She had to strain her jaws to get her lips around it, but the velvet feeling of it more than compensated for the difficulty. While she mouthed it, she reached down to cup the balls that looked big enough to produce cock juice by the quart.
"Don't suck him right off yet, dear," Elizabeth cautioned her. "I want to keep the bone in shape for a little while."
Reluctantly, Hope took it out of her mouth. She saw that the redness of the head had increased and it was even firmer than it had been. Holding it midway along the shaft, she jerked it a few times and felt the impressive strength of it.
"Oh, Miss Benson," she sighed, "I don't care how much he dislikes fucking, I feel to feel all of that pushing up my slit."
"You will, dear. If he has difficulty making it hard for that purpose, my strap will soon harden him."
"Do you beat him?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't have a slave I couldn't beat. He cries deliciously even during a light spanking."
As if to prove her point, the woman had him lie over her lap and, after fondling the smooth cheeks a while, it became clear that he was going to be spanked.
He was crying before she delivered the sixth spank. By the time she had spanked each cheek twenty-five times, he was bellowing like the most sensitive girl Hope had ever spanked. Although Elizabeth had used only her hand to spank him, his butt was a very bright shade of red. .
At Elizabeth's invitation, Hope inspected the cheeks with her eyes and her hands.
"Why he truly has the ass of a girl," Hope said in amazement as she went on fondling the silken smooth ass.
"Doesn't he though. And yet, there is the thrill of seeing that massive cock. It's a lovely combination."
Guiding the man off her lap, Elizabeth suffered him to stand rubbing his stinging butt with both hands while they undressed.
In spite of his attitude toward women, Hope liked the way he looked hungrily at their bodies.
"I know he'd love to suck your bubbies, darling," Miss Benson confided. "Would you like him
"Oh yes."
"Then call him over and tell him to."
"You mean he understands English?" Hope was surprised at that since she heard him utter a word.
She called to him and told him what she wanted. His hands were strong as he held her body with both hands while he sucked one teat after the other until she thought the nipples would explode.
Elizabeth took over then and had hers sucked while Hope amused herself by fondling both bodies at the same time.
From there, they went to the couch where Elizabeth instructed Hope how to position herself so that her ass was nicely curved to be licked.
He drove his tongue right into the tight hole and licked her until she cried out for him to stop.
Again, Elizabeth took her turn with her plump butt up and the man's face buried between the cheeks. Sitting close beside them on the couch, Hope felt her whole body tremble with desire as to?" the man went on licking the hole and seeming not to breathe at all unless he was finding his air supply inside the crack of the ass.
Without warning, Elizabeth pulled her butt away from the licking face and Hope saw the man licking his lips as if still savoring the flavor of ass.
Elizabeth instructed him to lie on the couch. When he did, she promptly straddled him and sat on his face so that her twat was against his mouth. Without being told, he began licking and sucking her slit and Hope knew that the woman would soon have a wonderful come.
His enormous tool was sticking up beside her, so she wrapped a hand around it and began to play. When Elizabeth expressed approval, Hope bent and forced the big head into her mouth.
Although it was difficult, Hope managed to turn so it was possible for her to go on sucking the lovely bone and still look into Elizabeth's open crotch where the tongue and lips of the man were busily engaged in producing sweet sucking sounds and inspiring sighs and gasps from Elizabeth as she approached her climax.
Suddenly, Hope sensed a different throbbing in the big cock and decided it was time to leave it alone if she was to save it for her slit. Hurriedly, she pulled it out of her mouth.
She was staring directly down at the wet head when it exploded up into her face. Instinctively, she pressed her mouth down over the top of it and began sucking with fury as he poured spurt after spurt of thick cream into her mouth and throat.
Hope knew she had wasted it for her twat, but she was going to make the best of it and drink him dry. She heard Elizabeth coming, but ignored it. Antonio was giving her the biggest drink of fuck juice she had ever enjoyed and nothing could disturb her.
"You'd better let him go, dear, you'll kill him with your greedy mouth."
Hope heard the words and, with great reluctance, took one last suck and released the limp meat which collapsed over his balls. She felt the trickle of cream on her face and wiped it away.
"I didn't mean to do that," she said sheepishly, "but I guess I didn't let go quickly enough. I had no idea the thing was going to come until it was too late."
"You'll remember," Elizabeth smiled as she continued to sit on the man's face, "I warned you he doesn't like to fuck a woman. I think he outsmarted you that time, my dear girl."
"Damn," Hope said tiredly, "I don't care if he did. That was a delicious drink. My throat feels so smooth, it's as if it were coated with honey."
"How does your cunt feel?" Elizabeth asked with a knowing smile.
"As if it's going to catch fire if something isn't done about it soon."
A minute later, Elizabeth roused a very tired man. She instructed him to suck Hope off and he hurried into action. His mouth was warm and efficient and Hope felt herself coming after what seemed like only seconds of being sucked.
Antonio remained on duty all through the evening and just as Hope was about to leave, the women were delighted to see the strong cock rear its head again. Both fondled it and when it was positively hard enough to do the task, Hope lay on her back with her legs open as he knelt with an expression of distaste and began to fit his tool between the lips of her twat.
Elizabeth sat beside him with her strap and from time to time, she slapped his butt soundly as he pushed through the slit and filled Hope's belly with cock bone.
For a man who didn't enjoy the job, he gave her a most delightful screwing as he first pushed it all the way in, then began to stroke strongly and smoothly while Miss Benson went on slapping his butt with her strap to ensure that he stayed hard.
In spite of everything she had drained from him a while ago, he stayed strong and he was still as stiff as a mast when Hope felt herself coming.
She felt the come all through her, right to the tips of her fingers as his bone kept stroking all the while.
When his turn came, he bathed her entire body with his juice and she expected to see her belly swell from it.
"There now, Antonio," Elizabeth smiled, "that wasn't so bad after all, was it?"
"I suppose not, Miss," he answered with just enough of an accent to sound interesting.
"Perhaps some other time, we'll permit you to stick it up her ass. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh yes, Miss," he answered quickly as he stared at Hope's ass as she reached to pick up her glass from the the table beside the couch.
Hope wasn't sure how much she would like the idea of it. She still recalled the hurt when her uncle stuck it up her young ass. This man's cock was a lot bigger than her uncle's though and she sensed that it would be a painful experience at best.
Finishing her drink, Hope looked around for her wrap. Tomorrow was a school day and she was going to be tired if she didn't quickly get some sleep. It had been a long and tiring session and she found it difficult to even stand, let alone walk. In the morning, she guessed, she would be a lot more tired still.
On the way back to her room, Hope frowned as the joy of the evening suddenly turned sour in her.
She didn't try to deny that she had enjoyed all that had happened, but now, she felt only revulsion for herself and saw nothing ahead but a life of indulgence in all forms of sexual activity.
Before she fell tiredly into her bed, Hope knew that she would resign and leave the school as soon as possible. She didn't have any idea of what she would do, but that didn't matter. She had to get away from the school.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
In spite of her rugged evening, Hope's first class went well in the morning. Getting more and more deeply involved in her work, she even managed to shake off the trepidation and revulsion of the night before.
Things went even better as the day wore on. There was no trouble at all with any of the classes and after the day was over, Hope found herself feeling very good.
She met Catherine Grey and the two decided to take a walk into the village before dark. Since neither had any discipline assignments for the evening, they talked about having supper at the inn. It seemed like luxury, so they agreed to do it.
During the meal, they chatted about what they had done during the summer and about the term ahead. When Hope brought herself to tell her friend about her plan to leave the school, Catherine smiled and showed no sign of surprise.
"I knew you would, sooner or later, Hope. It's just such a strange time to make the decision. The first day of a new term and all that."
"Strange isn't the word for it, I'm afraid. Insane would be closer, I suppose."
"How did it happen dear?"
Hope recounted the sudden instinct that struck her the moment she walked into the school after her vacation. Whether or not Catherine truly understood, she obviously respected what Hope was saying about her feelings.
"What will you do?"
"I don't have the faintest idea and that's what makes me feel like such an idiot. I want to teach, of course, but I have no idea where."
"I'm sure that with your record here you'll not have any trouble finding a spot."
"I suppose not," Hope agreed, "but I just don't know where to go. It's as if I want something entirely new where I can make a fresh start and restore my self respect."
"Then you've solved the problem all by yourself," Catherine grinned.
Solved it? What on earth do you mean by that? Do you know of such a place?"
"Sure I do and so do you if you'll only stop and think for a minute instead of sitting there with your mouth open like a great dumb bird."
But in spite of it all, the answer refused to come to her.
"Come on, Catherine dear," she begged, "please tell me what you're talking about."
With a smile, Catherine opened her bag and took out a folded paper. Without a word, she opened it out and passed it across the table.
The item had been clipped from a paper published in Boston in the State of Massachusetts. It told of how the government was establishing schools for children who could not otherwise obtain an education.
The biggest problem besetting them was the lack of good teachers. They were offering a good salary and hoping to lure teachers there from England.
"That's it," Hope exclaimed aloud as she raised her face from the paper. "I'm an idiot for not thinking of that sooner."
"Don't call yourself names, darling," Catherine said warmly. "Just get yourself organized and get out of here as soon as you can."
They discussed the things to be done before Hope could make the move and realized that it would mean arriving in the new world just at the beginning of winter.
Hope was so delighted at having found a goal in life, that she was determined to forget about the cold winter of America and leave as soon as she could.
Catherine was persistent though and finally convinced her that she should finish the term at the school and take her leave early in the summer.
"It will be much more logical in every way, Hope. An extra year at this school will do you no harm and now that you have established your goal, your troubles should be at an end."
In time, Hope was able to see the logic of her friend's advice. When she did, she assured her that she would have a talk with Miss Carter and inform her of her decision to stay on until the end of the term.
"Our dear Miss Carter will be delighted to hear you're not leaving so soon. So delighted, I wager, that she'll drop to her knees and kiss your twat."
They both laughed at the daring statement.
"You've been such a wonderful friend, Catherine. I don't know how I'll ever get along without you."
"Have no fear, darling, you'll be just fine in the new world. You'll marry and have a whole bunch of little Americans. Besides, is there no guarantee that I won't be with you ? "
"Catherine, do you mean it?" Hope's eyes went wide with wonder.
"Well, didn't it occur to you that I was carrying that paper around with me for a reason? Truly, I haven't decided yet what I want to do. There's plenty of time for that yet."
With all her heart, Hope prayed that her friend would join her in the venture. It would be so comforting to start her new life with one friend from the old one, especially one as good as Catherine.
When Catherine took her hand in hers and asked Hope to visit her room when they got back to the school both women understood what it meant and felt a little tingle move from one hand to the other.
"I just remembered," Hope said with a smile, "I was supposedto seduce a lovely young creature of seventeen this evening. She's played a little with other girls, but never gone all the way. Still she'll keep for another night."
"There is an alternative, you know." This time it was Catherine's turn to smile.
"You mean the two of us seduce her together? Ooh, it does sound like such fun."
Agreed on the idea, the two women walked faster so that they were quite out of breath when they reached the school just before sunset.
It didn't take long to find the girl. When she did, Hope conducted her to Catherine's room where the woman waited eagerly.
Her name was Rose and she was as beautiful as Hope remembered her. She was plainly nervous, but that only served to make it more exciting for the two women.
While Rose sat on a chair beside the bed, the two women stood and embraced, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. As the kiss ended, Hope opened the front of her friend's dress and bared her titties.
"Aren't they beauties?" she asked Rose as she held them out for examination.
Nervously, Rose agreed that they were indeed beautiful. A moment later, she was even more nervous as Hope invited her to come and feel them.
While Rose fondled them with both hands and hefted their mature weight, Hope opened her own dress and took hers out. With a finger and thumb, she teased the tips which colored and grew quickly.
Rose's attention was transferred from one woman to the other as she fondled Hope. While she did so, Hope busied herself opening the girl's dress and taking out a splendid pair of pink tipped titties to play with them.
She and Catherine took one each as they sat on the bed with the girl between them. Both kissed her mouth and kissed and sucked her teats until the poor girl was writhing in passion.
Hope was the first to strip naked and, while Rose admired her lovely body, Catherine too stripped until she too was nude.
To the surprise of both, Rose stood without being asked and bared her lush young body to them. Her fingers trembled as hhe dropped her final garment to the floor and stood nude between the two of them.
They moved easily to the bed and were soon rolling in wild abandon as they played with each other in every possible manner.
When Hope decided they should compare cun-nies, she fell onto her back, drew her legs over her and bared her twat fo rthem to admire.
Both touched the soft slit and when Catherine bent to kiss it, Rose nervously followed suit. It was the first time her lips had ever touched the lips of a quim and she was plainly excited by the touch and the sight and the odor of a feminine crotch.
After that, it was the turn of Catherine who adopted a similar pose. She too was touched and kissed by both before they pulled Rose down on che bed and bared her cunt.
Hope took her first and didn't stop with just kissing the sweet young slit. Closing her mouth over it, she was soon licking and sucking it while Catherine rubbed and squeezed her bouncing teats.
Holding the firm young ass tightly and drawing the heated crotch closer to her face, she held on tightly as Rose came. After only a brief rest, Catherine took over and gave her another delicious come while Hope played with her swelling young bubbies.
The highlight of the evening came later when the three adjourned to the carpet beside the bed. There, after they played with each other until all three were wildly aroused, they formed a daisy chain, each with her face in the warm crotch of another.
When all three were properly fitted, they began to lick and suck twats as their hands fondled thighs, bellies and big, firm bums.
It was late when Hope and Rose dressed and left a tired Catherine lying on her bed. They too were tird, but they agreed it had been a wonderful experience for all of them.
Alone in her bed, waiting for sleep to claim her. Hope thought a little of the evening, but much more of her life ahead.
For the remainder of the term, she told herself, she would take full advantage of what the school had to offer. After that, she vowed, she would start a new life in a new land and be a good teacher.
There, she promised herself, she would really work as a teacher and find her sexual enjoyment away from the school and the students. A warm smile came over her face as she realized that it was a promise she would keep.