Heavenly Hills Boarding School for Girls specialized in problem girls from broken homes. And there was an obvious motive for this. As Harold Stone, owner of the school, well knew, problem girls were much more susceptible to being led astray. And lead them astray he did-with some help from his carefully selected faculty. First there was Mary, sweet sixteen, nubile, and now thoroughly liberated and loving it. Next was Sylvia, only a child of thirteen-but what a body! And next...?
CHAPTER ONE
Harold Stone looked up from his ledger as a wisp of warm air touched the back of his neck. Glancing at the door, he saw Mary Younger slip into the room. She had her back to him as she quietly edged the door closed. Mary had learned well. She always took every precaution to keep the other girls from knowing she was in the headmaster's room. In fact, Harold mused, Mary was one of the smartest sixteen-year-olds he'd ever seen. She was still a child at heart, but her body and her common sense were mature beyond her years.
Harold's eyes fixed on Mary's creamy white legs, those long, perfectly shaped pieces of sculpture which flowed so gracefully up to her tiny miniskirt, and he felt a stirring in his loins. Her skirt barely covered the two luscious mounds of her ass, those pale white globes that bounced as she walked.
His mind was spinning with the confusing figures of the ledger and Harold flicked the switch on the small desk light and closed the book. The accounts were hopelessly tangled and Harold Stone knew he would have to have help to work them out. He welcomed Mary's visit, and a tinge of sadness swept through him as he remembered that this would be their last night together. The school term ended tomorrow, he told himself, and Mary would return to her parents. She'd take that gorgeous body home and the neighborhood boys would begin enjoying the fruits of his training.
"Shhhh!" Mary hissed softly, placing her finger to her lips and turning her head to face him while she kept her ear glued to the door. It's Mrs. Waller, her lips formed silently.
Harold smiled to himself. Mrs. Waller, fifty if she was a day, and as muscular as a Russian athlete. Wouldn't she have a shit fit if she knew what he had taught Mary, he mused. Mrs. Waller was a fixture at the school. Twenty-seven years serving his aunt, and she thought of each of the girls as a daughter of her own. When his aunt had died and Harld had suddenly had to move in and take over the school, he'd thought about laying old Mrs. Waller. Of course it was just a passing thought, something a little better than jacking off. Once in a while, when she was bending over with the full cheeks of her firm ass capping her muscular legs, Cary Waller looked almost sexy. But when Harold made a mild pass, she froze him with icy sarcasm. Well, to hell with her! He had his little Mary.
Pulling off his bathrobe so that he was stark naked, Harold walked quietly across the room and came up behind the young, petite brunette standing at the door. He reached down and ran his hand up the smooth skin of her leg. Harold never ceased to wonder at the texture of Mary's young skin. It was pliant, tender, yet so firm. He knew it was her age. When she grew older her skin would begin to sag and become lumpy. But right now just touching her sent little shocks racing through his body.
Mary almost jumped when she felt the unexpected touch of his hand on her leg. She had to hold herself to keep from gasping out loud. His fingers were caressing, squeezing, pinching her skin as they moved slowly up her leg. Even though she had been coming to his room like this almost every night for over four months now, Mary still felt strange about the situation. After all, he was at least forty-five, older than her father. And the things they did together, the things he had taught her! She still couldn't escape the feeling they were naughty-dirty. Mary was glad she was going home the next day. It would give her time to think, time to decide who and what she was.
It had all been so easy. Then Mrs. Stone had passed away and Harold had come to the school. Suddenly six years at the boarding school had gone up in smoke and Mary had an entire new world to deal with. The world of her body.
Mary breathed a sigh of relief when she at last heard a door close firmly in the hall. Mrs. Waller had finally gone to her room.
"She's gone," Mary whispered, turning her body and gasping when she saw that Harold was naked. "My, you're anxious tonight," she said, letting him pull her into his arms and lift her head so that their lips would mesh. She had to stand on tiptoe to kiss Harold. He was so big, so tall and strong!
Harold brushed her long hair away from her cute cheeks as he cupped her face in his hands and ground his moist lips against her pliant mouth. She was so marvelously young! Her breath was so sweet, like the nectar of a tiny rosebud. Her body melted into his as their tongues met in a warm, tingling embrace inside her delicious mouth, and Harold felt the blood begin throbbing in his cock.
"Oh, Harold, darling," Mary sighed, pulling her lips free of his hungry mouth and darting her head forward so her tiny tongue could probe his ear. She knew how much that excited him, and she had become a slave to his desires. As her tongue ran in moist little circles inside his ear, Mary dropped her hand from his muscular shoulder and let her fingers trail his arm. She squeezed his hand and then reached in to grasp his thick prick. "Tonight is ours!" she whispered in his ear as her small fingers wrapped around his swollen penis.
Harold had to swallow a chuckle. Mary was so dramatic, almost melodramatic. Every word she spoke carried a mysterious urgency. She had convinced herself she was madly in love with him and that their plight was hopeless. He knew that in her mind she was playing the part of the tragic heroine, but that was the age she was going through.
He remembered when she had first come to his office that January afternoon. She had been rebellious in class and her teacher had sent her to the headmaster. Her hands had grasped the edge of her miniskirt as she stood nervously before him explaining why she had been sent and waiting for him to finish reading her teacher's note. Harold was terribly new at the job then, and he had found that silence was his best ally. It had worked with Mary. She became terrified when he didn't say a word and her small breasts began heaving in her tight blouse as sobs racked her young body.
Actually, Harold mused, it was his inexperience in handling young girls which had resulted in his affair with this gorgeous child. They had had a series of talks and in their third session together she had sat on his lap. He still remembered that scene vividly. She had fought his hands on her legs, and even tried to scream, until he proved to her how wonderful he could make her feel with his finger. From that point on, Mary had been a somewhat reluctantly willing pupil. It had taken time, a good deal of time, before she let him fuck her. And even longer before she would suck his cock. But Mary learned well, and Harold's patience had been well rewarded.
The throbbing in Harold's loins began sounding in his ears as Mary's young fingers began stroking his cock. His hands dropped to her young buttocks and his fingers flipped the material of her miniskirt up. Then he cupped her firm globes in his palms and squeezed. Mary wore no undergarments at all. That was part of what he had taught her-how to enjoy complete freedom of her body.
When he held her bottom in his hands, Mary squirmed against him so that her tummy pressed against his hard prick. She knew he liked that, and, Mary had to admit, she liked to feel it touching her, too. Then she felt his fingers creeping into the crevice of her ass. Mary didn't like that. It was so-well, so dirty! But rather than break the mood between them on their last night together by scolding him, she simply let her body relax and dropped to her knees at his feet. His heavy, thick cock was now staring her in the eye. She could see the thick veins bulging from the sides of the long shaft, blood pumping through them to make them throb against her fingers. The head was bright pink tinged with blue and glistening from the light coat of sticky lubricant which now covered it. A heavy drop of that delicious milk-like substance hung from the small hole creasing the tip, and Mary leaned forward to dart her tongue out to catch the honey before it fell.
"Oh, that's so good," she exclaimed, grasping his balls in her small hand and squeezing them for emphasis. "I could become intoxicated sipping your love."
Again, Harold had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Why did all young girls use such big words? Intoxicated instead of drunk! Sipping his love when she was licking his cock! Or was Mary special? She was, after all, the only young girl he had ever laid. A shudder passed through him as he remembered some of the frustrated housewives he'd bedded down while he was teaching adult education courses before he had come to Heavenly Hills when his aunt died. They were old and tired by the time they were thirty-five. Their skin sagged and their tits were flabby. Worst of all, their cunts had been stretched into tunnels after all the children had been born.
A coldness gripped him as he thought about those awful nights, those greedy arms covered with flabby skin crawling all "over him, and Harold looked down quickly to reassure himself. When he saw Mary's young, oval-shaped face, her tender young lips pursed at the head of his cock, warmth flowed back through his body and the tingling sensation once again invaded his loins. Her jet-black hair hung down below her shoulders, contrasting excitingly with her creamy skin. She wore a low peasant blouse and Harold stared down inside the scoop at the two firm mounds of her breasts. The cherry-colored nipples were hidden from his sight, but he knew them well. He remembered how he had told her he could make her breasts grow by sucking them. And how she had believed him! She still believed him and begged him to suck them whenever they were together, measuring their natural growth as his success.
Mary felt a hunger grow within her body as she sniffed the exciting perfume of Harold's sex. She had long ago convinced herself that it was perfume, a heavy, salt-scented essence that triggered something inside her and turned her into an animal. Pulling herself forward on her knees, she opened her mouth and guided his penis inside with her warm hand. Her lips closed on the tip, and she began sucking it deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. Dramatizing this in her young mind, she had managed to convince herself that having his cock in her mouth gave her new life. It tasted so good, and so filled her cheeks and made them puff out. She knew they were turning pink in what she called her "blush of love."
Harold lewdly jerked his hips and felt his cock slide an inch further down the young girl's throat. He felt her tongue begin rubbing against the shaft and his balls began to ache. Some nights he let himself go and allowed her to blow him. God, how he liked to pump his cum down her tender throat! Sometimes she even gagged as the hot, thick liquid gushed down her throat and into her stomach, and that excited Harold all the more.
But not tonight! There would be no tomorrow with this tender child, and Harold intended to complete her education tonight! He held himself in rigid control and let her hungry little mouth work up and down his shaft. Her teeth nibbled at the ridge just below the head as her tongue slid in and out of the tiny hole to lap the building fluids from his member. Harold again lewdly jerked his hips and sank his prick deep in her throat. He loved to see her jet-black hair framed against the graying hair of his crotch, and feel her nose pressed against his belly. But she was squeezing his throbbing balls with her tiny hand and Harold knew he was approaching that point where he would explode inside her mouth if he didn't pull away.
"No! Please, let me taste your love!" she pleaded as he held her head in his hands and slid his cock out of her mouth. "Please!"
"Later," he said. "We'll make it a long night, my love. Come, stand up."
Mary accepted his outstretched hands and let him pull her gently to her feet. She followed as he led her to the long couch and held her arms above her head as he pulled her blouse free from her skirt, and then began lifting it off over her head. She automatically reached down to unbutton her skirt, but he stopped her.
"No," he said softly. Harold loved the way her tiny blue skirt gripped her waist and flared out to flow with a saucy twirl around her full hips. It seemed to somehow emphasize her youth. Holding her narrow waist in his hands, he lifted her gently and placed her on the sofa. Her skirt gathered up around her waist and Mary's young vulva was in plain view as Harold pulled her thighs apart and knelt between them.
Her breasts were naked now, the swollen cherries of her nipples pointing straight up and the mounds of white flesh heaving gracefully as the tempo of her breath increased with her excitement. Harold knelt there between her young thighs with his rigid penis standing erect. He fixed his eyes on her breasts and allowed his hands to move up and cup them from beneath. He squeezed, and the cherries seemed to pop up.
"Kiss them, darling ... please!" Mary pleaded as a fire spread through her chest and body. She wanted to feel his warm mouth on her nipples, his lips and teeth nibbling and chewing as he sucked them slowly into the wet cavern of his hungry mouth.
Harold hadn't planned this, but the delicious nipples staring at him were too tempting to pass. He leaned forward and brought his head down until his lips were poised above her left tit. Darting his tongue out, he flicked it against the nipple, teasing it with rapid thrusts. Then he began lapping it as a child would lick an ice cream cone.
Mary squirmed, raising her knee to rub and caress Harold's heavy balls hanging between his legs. Whenever he sucked her breast like this, she almost went out of her mind. It thrilled her like nothing else could, began a tingling excitement in her young body that would last for hours and hours. Mary had never experienced drugs, but she knew that they must be something like this, creating a wild, delicious high that lasted and lasted. His tongue felt like fine sandpaper as it moved lewdly back and forth across the surface of her tender young nipple, and when he sucked part of her breast into his hot mouth, Mary felt as if her entire body had melted into bubbling lava.
Harold sucked first one and then the other nipple, watching with satisfaction as Mary slowly began climbing the ladder to ecstasy. He watched her hand automatically reach for her cunt, her fingers impatiently pulling the petals of her vulva open and searching for her young clitoris as she became so excited she lost all contact with reality. This has always fascinated him about Mary. He'd never seen a woman turn on like Mary did just from having her tits sucked. She must have a terribly sensitive zone in her breasts, he told himself. He loved to watch her play with herself. Several times, he'd managed to talk her into jacking herself off while he watched. Her little fingers seemed to vibrate in her pussy until her body arched and quivered in an intense orgasm.
Harold suddenly remembered something he had always wanted to do to Mary, and tonight was his last chance to experiment. Crawling up on the sofa until he was straddling her young waist with his knees, Harold took his rigid prick in his hand and leaned forward to press the head against her swollen nipples. He held it firmly and rubbed it back and forth over the crest of her tit until a fine film of white lubricant covered her entire nipple. Then he switched to the other and did the same. Pulling the foreskin back with his fingers, he pressed forward until it seemed like her nipple was inserting itself in the tiny hole at the tip of his cock.
"Oooohhhh!" moaned Mary, her body squirming and her fingers working desperately inside her cuntal lips as fire spread through her young body. He had never done this before. It seemed terribly ugly, almost disgusting, but the excitement covering her entire chest wouldn't let her try to stop him. She could feel the rough texture of the swollen head of his prick pressing and rubbing against her tender nipple and the moisture from his oozing cock seemed to double her excitement.
Harold knew she was at the point of orgasm. He wanted to save that moment for when he buried his prick in her young belly, so he gave her a hard rubbing on each nipple and then pulled his prick away.
"NO!" pleaded Mary in a hoarse whisper. "NO! Please, darling!"
Harold ignored her pleas and once again positioned himself between her creamy white thighs. "You want it?" he asked softly.
"Oh, YES! Please!" she sighed.
"Say it!" he commanded roughly, pulling her hand away from her pussy. He knew how sensitive she was to the language of sex and it excited him to hear her say it. "Say it!"
"Please ... please fuck me," she sobbed, hating that filthy word.
"Louder!"
"FUCK ME!" she whispered as loud as she could.
"All right, Mary, I'll fuck you," Harold said firmly, playing out the little game he liked so much. He braced one hand on the sofa for balance and leaned forward, guiding his prick to the opening of her vagina with his other hand. She arched her body to receive him, and Harold wedged the tip of his cock into the bright red hole.
This was the part he loved. She was so small, so tight, that he had to literally work his prick inside her a fraction of an inch at a time. Even when she was hot and moist, like she was now, it was so tight it felt like she was squeezing his penis with all of her might. Not like those hairy tunnels he had fucked before where his prick felt like a Volkswagen pulling into a bus terminal. He'd had to lean against one side or another to get any feeling at all. No, not with sixteen-year-old Mary. It was a fight all the way, even when he had been fucking her for a while.
"Uuuuhhhh!" Mary grunted. It hurt. He was so big! And it always felt like he was tearing her insides apart as he thrust and jammed his penis up her. Then, when she felt his pubic hair grinding into her sensitive clitoris, the pain gave way to an electric feeling that drove her completely out of her mind.
Harold made the final thrust and felt his pelvis mash against her vulva, his balls bounce against her firm little ass. Her cunt was wrapped around his prick like a tight rubber glove. Even tighter. It seemed to be squeezing and milking him. He could feel her blood pulsing through the incredibly tight walls of her vagina and a familiar pounding began behind his temples.
He remembered the first time he had tried to fuck her. She had finally relented after he had provided her with the Pill and promised her she couldn't become pregnant. He'd told her a dozen times that he'd had an operation so he couldn't knock a girl up, but she wouldn't believe him. So he'd bought some sugar pills and told her they were birth control pills. But even when she'd been willing, they couldn't make it. She was too tight and his prick only went about an inch up her. So they'd worked with candles, using a slightly thicker one each time until her cunt expanded enough to take the thickness of his prick. Those fantastic nights he'd spent shoving candles up her twat and sucking her delicious little nipples!
Mary wrapped her legs around Harold's waist and ground her crotch into his as she began an urgent ride on his huge prick which seemed to penetrate her young body clear up to her throat. Her nipples were like hot coals as she squirmed so that they ground against his hairy chest. Her body quaked, spasms running up and down her arms and legs, and she frantically dug her fingernails into the material of the sofa to keep from shouting out loud. Her face contorted. She bit her lip and swung her head back and forth so that her hair seemed to fly through the air.
"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped, despite her effort to remain quiet so that no one would suspect what was going on in the headmaster's room.
Harold watched her orgasm with delight. She was so young, so innocent and naive, she didn't try to conceal her emotions like older women so often did. When Mary had a climax she was all animal, and that excited Harold. There was something so terribly natural about youth!
He felt his own blood begin to boil and Harold fought hard for control. That afternoon he had carefully planned his final climax with Mary, and he didn't want to ruin that now. When she began to return to reality and he felt her young muscles gradually relax, Harold slowly withdrew his prick from her belly. He did it by fractions of an inch, relishing the tight contact of her hot, wet sleeve. And when he pulled the head free there was a loud slurp as the tight vacuum broke. Harold loved that sound, and Mary always blushed.
"You didn't come!" she protested as he pulled up on his knees.
"Not yet," he said softly.
"Then fuck me again," Mary said, surprised at her automatic use of that filthy word. "I want you to gush rivers inside me."
"I will, only in a new way. Come on, stand up."
Harold stood beside the sofa and pulled Mary to her feet. Her knees quivered and her legs wobbled as she tried to overcome the weakness in her body. Harold smiled and held her in his arms for a moment while she regained her strength. He also began rolling her tender nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
"Oh, don't, darling," she protested. "You know what that does to me. Oooh, please! I can't stand it, I'm so weak now. Oooohhh, please!"
Harold ignored her, delighting as he felt her nipples again become erect under his caresses. He wanted her hot for what he was about to do, and he leaned down and began licking and sucking her nipples as hard as he could. When her breathing was again racing, he grasped her waist and turned her body around so that she was facing the couch.
"Bend over," he said firmly, as he continued working her tender nipples in his demanding hands.
Mary leaned forward and almost fell forward. She reached out and braced herself by placing her hands on the sofa. Her climax had left her a little dizzy and she had to shake her head. She had no idea what he wanted of her, but his hands were driving her absolutely wild again!
Harold held her waist and pulled her body up until she was standing rigidly against the sofa and doubled over at the waist. Then he wedged his knee between her legs and gently shoved them apart. The sight of her pure white ass humped up in front of him made his balls throb. When he had her legs apart in an A, he could see the small brown bud nestled between the white cheeks of her ass. Harold spit on his finger and reached down to crudely shove it up her asshole.
"Aaaaiieeee!" Mary screamed. "Stop it, Harold! You know I don't like that!" She squirmed and tried to pull away from him, but he held her waist in a vise grip and she could barely move.
Spitting on his finger again, he rubbed his spit on the head of his swollen cock. Then he moved forward and brought the tip to the entrance to her rectum. Before she could move, he thrust his hips lewdly and jabbed his cock against the tight brown opening. It held for a moment, then the elastic gave and his cock popped inside the hot opening.
"Aaaieeee!" It felt like he was thrusting a sharp knife up inside her. Her flesh seemed to rip and tear and the pain raced through her without mercy. Her head pounded and her ears rang.
Harold looked down at his thick member piercing her ass and he smiled. He'd wanted to do this for weeks! But Mary had been supersensitive about her tail. She'd never even let him finger her there, and when he'd licked it for her one night she'd had a fit about how dirty he was. Now he could see the round hole expand, the fleshy ring popping out and wrapping itself tightly around the hard shaft penetrating it. He braced his feet and held her waist as he doubled his knees and gave a mighty thrust that sent his spearing prick racing all the way up her young rectum. His balls slapped against her thighs loudly as he buried his penis all the way inside her tail.
"Aaaauuuuugggghhhhh!" Mary moaned, a scream choking and dying in her young throat as the pain in her ass became unbearable. Her arms flew in an effort to hit the monster tearing her tender body apart and she tried to kick him.
Harold laughed out loud as he watched her struggle. It was too late now, she couldn't do a thing. Her ass was even tighter than her cunt, and he had her firmly impaled. When she tried to kick him, she lost her balance and started to fall forward. But her body was helpless. It hung suspended from his thick, rigid member.
Holding her waist, he straightened his legs and lifted her body free from the floor. She literally hung on his cock like a hot dog on a stick in a fire, and Harold began walking slowly around the sofa, fucking her with each step. Never in his entire life had he felt anything as exquisite as this! It was so tight it actually hurt, and Harold enjoyed the delicious pain.
When he crossed the room, he stopped behind a low chair and cruelly pressed her helpless body against the back. He had her doubled over the back of the chair and completely helpless. Her feet failed to touch the floor and she was thoroughly impaled on his hard penis. Holding the chair, Harold began fucking her tender young ass. His hips bucked as though he was riding a wild horse and he watched his brown-streaked prick race in and out of her ravaged rectum.
Mary was doing all she could to keep consciousness. The pain was so intense she was beyond crying, even though tears streamed down her young cheeks. Her hands pounded in vain against the seat of the chair as he thrust in and out. Then she felt Harold's hands grasp her tits and use them as handles as he tortured her body. And gradually an incredible thing happened to the young girl. The pain continued, but it was slowly mixed with a fantastic excitement as his rough hands milked her young breasts. Her nipples became hard and a fire spread through her. How could her body do this? How could she become excited and stimulated when he was using her like an animal? Even her vagina seemed to tingle, and now she could feel his heavy balls slapping hard against her clitoris every time he thrust forward. No! No, she wouldn't let her body betray her like this! But Mary was helpless. She couldn't stop the thing that was happening to her.
"Christ!" Harold gasped as his cock raced in and out of her asshole. He had held himself in rigid control to completely enjoy this moment, and now he was rapidly passing the point where he could dictate to his body. His balls felt like they had swollen to the size of cantaloupes. The dam inside him would hold no longer.
Mary felt him explode. It was like a white, hot river had burst inside her, like a firehose gone wild. She could feel the spurts of cum splashing inside her rectum as he gave her a natural enema. And with it came her own climax, an intense orgasm that gripped her entire body and made her bowels expand and contract as spasms rippled through her young nervous system.
She collapsed and could hardly remember him dressing her and carrying her ever so quietly down the hall to her room. When Harold returned to his study, his cock was so sore it hurt him to urinate. A fitting climax to a hectic affair, he said to himself. He'd miss Mary, but he knew it could go no farther. It had taken him long days to reconcile to that. And at the back of his mind Harold was positive that Mary would be only the first young twat he'd break in.
After all, if he played his cards right, he had an entire school of young pussy at his disposal. And what could be better than emotionally disturbed girls between nine and sixteen? Heavenly Hills was a depot for disturbed people. All of his aunt's patrons had been from middle-income, divorced families. It wasn't a swanky school. Just adequate. Old buildings kept in good repair and clean living conditions for a modest tuition.
Maybe too modest, Harold thought as he remembered the accounts he had been studying before Mary came to his study. His aunt's operation had always been marginal. No profit to speak of, and debts that she always managed to pay off at the last possible moment. Her insurance money would help retire some pressing bank notes and provide a little operating capital for the coming fall term, but he'd have to do something to turn the school into a profitable business. Maybe upgrade the image. Get rid of some of the old buzzards his aunt had kept on as teachers long after they'd passed their prime.
Yes, there would have to be a number of changes at Heavenly Hills, and Harold Stone was glad he had the summer months to work it all out. If it hadn't been for Mary and the potential of almost unlimited young cunt, Harold would have sold the school. But Mary and her tight cunt had changed all of that.
He fell asleep promising himself that he would have a talk with some of the key personnel the next afternoon after all the girls had left for vacation.
CHAPTER TWO
Melody Martin watched her husband, Ralph, screw the young blonde on the floor in the corner of the room and envied him. She wasn't jealous, although she didn't particularly care for the blonde. The girl was what Melody called a smart-ass, just too confident of herself.
That was something Melody lacked, confidence. She could never thoroughly relax at these swinging orgies. Ralph had the capacity to completely relax and be himself, no matter where he was, even at an orgy. When Melody was being balled by a man, she could lose herself completely. Forget who she was, where she was, even what she was doing. But it was those moments in between. Like now. People were balling all around her and she was odd girl out for the moment.
Not that it was intentional or a deliberate shun. Melody had simply had to go to the bathroom about the time things started happening. And when she returned they were all occupied. Usually Melody was one of the first chosen. She was a beautiful girl, with long blonde hair, pale-blue eyes, a perky nose and dimples which set off her rather sensuous mouth in parentheses. She had a slight but well-rounded figure, with high, pointed breasts, a flat tummy, beautiful legs and an ample ass.
At twenty-six, Melody was still young. But she was beginning to feel old. Sexually, she had been active since she was twelve. Her stepfather had raped both her body and her innocence, forcing her to learn everything about sex during the five months her mother was in the hospital. And after she had learned, Melody couldn't stop. She began balling boys, sucking their little cocks and laying them in junior high school. And by the time she entered college, Melody was finding it more and more difficult to achieve an exciting orgasm with the average man.
She'd mentioned this to Ralph, but he said it was only a phase she was in. Melody wanted to believe him, but she had ideas of her own. A good part of it was with the men. Too many lately were just dull, and dull lays! The rest had to do with forcing her mind to build to the situation. Why did she have to force herself? It hadn't been like that before. Or was she fucked out, like one girl said? It sounded ridiculous, but Melody had to admit she'd been fucking steadily for fourteen years.
She glanced over at her husband and saw him bucking on top of the blonde, his balls flapping as his hips thrust like hard pistons. From the way the blonde's toes were curling and uncurling, Melody knew that Ralph must be tickling the entrance to her womb. His prick wasn't thick, but it was the longest she had ever seen-thirteen inches from tip to base. It was thin and smooth like a candle, but he could probe a girl's soul with it!
Melody sensed rather than felt a presence next to her. She turned her head slowly to see Abe Silver sitting in a squatting position on the floor next to her. A chill touched her heart, but she quickly brushed it aside and smiled.
"Hi, biology," Abe said with a tentative grin crossing his lips.
Melody disliked Abe Silver intensely. He always called her biology because that was her department. She wanted to reply, Hi, Psycho, to the head of psychology, but Melody never had the nerve to express her true feelings.
"Hi," she said as sweetly as she could.
"You a spectator?"
"For the moment. I was in the bathroom when the balling began."
"Better than being behind the door when the brains were passed out!" Abe's laugh echoed through the room. No one, but no one, appreciated Abe's humor as much as Abe Silver. Ralph called him the Bennett Cerf of analysts, but Abe considered that a compliment. He thought Bennett Cerf was the funniest man alive. "Lucky I came along, then," Abe said with a smirk.
It wasn't lost on Melody. He wanted to ball her. She looked down at his limp, wrinkled penis and his sagging balls and had to repress a shudder. Abe Silver was forty-five. At least that was what he admitted to, and his body looked older. He wasn't fat. Melody thought he might look better if he was fat. Instead, his body was flabby, the skin graying and hanging loose on his bones. His hair was graying, not only on his head but all over his body-including his crotch.
He wore thick glasses, even when he was nude, and his fingers were stained yellow from chain smoking. Melody usually noticed a man's hands. Abe Silver bit his fingernails, and his hands looked awful! He was, to her, the typical whacky psychologist. Thus far she had managed to avoid balling him at their faculty orgies, but Melody knew she was trapped now.
Steeling herself by pretending it was a game and she was a professional, Melody reached out and placed her hand on his limp penis.
"Think you can still get it up, Abe?" she said as she wrapped her fingers around his prick and gave it a tiny squeeze. She surprised herself with the remark, and told herself she would have to be careful or she might say something that would hurt him. She smiled, pretending it was a joke.
"Depends on my partner, biology," he chuckled good-naturedly. "An educated mouth can do wonders with that straw." He reached over and casually began fondling her pointed breasts. "Looks like your husband is breaking in our new secretary nicely."
"She'll be lucky if she can walk when he gets through with her," Melody commented sarcastically.
"Well, if she can't, she can park her shoes under my bed. Ha, ha, ha!!!"
Melody tried to laugh, but she could hardly manage a smile. Where did he get those yuk lines? Melody knew that if she didn't get him occupied he'd get started on his old jokes, which she'd heard a thousand times.
"I'm in an oral mood," she lied, giving his penis a squeeze and a stroke. "How about you? Is your tongue in condition?"
Abe hesitated for a moment. He'd wanted to fuck this blonde doll for a long time. She was such a delightful specimen, and her pale blue eyes held delicious promise of a terribly disturbed personality! But kiss her vagina? Abe had never cared for that. In fact, it had only been in the past few years that he could bring himself to let other human beings touch him. He'd been a germ fiend for years, washing every time he inadvertently touched anybody. Then he had decided that a forty-year-old psychiatrist married to his fist was perhaps out of the ordinary, and he worked hard to allow himself contact with other human beings. He began by touching people in his classes-the students. And he held his hands locked tightly in his pockets all day to avoid the almost overwhelming compulsion to wash and sterilize himself after the contacts. It was slow, almost painful, but Abe Silver's will finally won minor victories over his subconscious mind. And gradually he worked his way up to his first coital experience. Today, he prided himself on being a swinger, capable of almost unlimited human contact. But the thought of kissing a girl's vulva, the area where she urinated, was one mountain he had yet to climb. Could he?
"You wouldn't be interested in thirty-seven and a half?" he suggested tentatively.
"Don't you want your cock sucked at the same time?" Melody asked, hoping against hope that he would be satisfied to eat her alone.
"You misunderstood," sputtered Abe. "I meant ... Well, never mind. Actually, biology, I'm not much of an expert on cunnilingus."
"No time like the present to learn," quipped Melody, unable to believe a man of his age didn't know how to eat pussy. Or maybe he had a hang-up, Melody said to herself. That would be great! She couldn't stand the man, and the thought of making him eat her pussy against his will gave Melody a tingle. Besides, it didn't really mean anything. She thought of herself as being in a state of limbo sexually, and this could be a fun interlude. "Interested?" she cooed, stroking his limp penis and giving him a mysterious smile.
"Why ... why, I suppose so," he murmured, wondering if he could go through with it.
"Then stretch out on your back," Melody said, pushing him gently to the floor. She pulled herself up on her knees and moved close to Abe's body. Then, very slowly, she turned around and lifted her leg above his chest. She purposely held herself in the air with her leg high so he would have a long, uninterrupted view of her genitals close up. Melody smiled to herself. If he had a hang-up, or if he was gay like so many headshrinkers, this would really ding him. She even contracted her muscles so that her asshole puckered and quivered as she held herself poised above him.
Then she pulled her body over his and straddled him with her knees. Melody held his cock up and teased it with her tongue for a moment, cupping his heavy sac in her hand and gently squeezing his balls. She held her ass high, poised above his face so he would be staring into her crotch without being able to reach it with his tongue. Get him hot first, she told herself, then make him wallow in cunt! She flattened her tongue out and began lapping the length of his thick penis. Her fingers wrapped around the base in a tight ring and squeezed as she let her tongue run up one side and down the other. Then Melody ran her tongue around the ridge just beneath the head, pursing her sensuous lips and planting tiny hot kisses at the tip.
She smiled to herself as she felt the blood begin to course through the heavy veins along the shaft of Abe's cock. Few men could resist her mouth. Melody had once been proud of that, like the time she had taken on the fifty-year-old man who had been laid three times that night. He swore that he couldn't get hard again, but five minutes in Melody's mouth had him as hard as a rock and panting to screw. Melody had learned to use her hands and mouth together to drive men wild.
Holding his rigid penis in her hand, Melody opened her mouth and began drawing the head slowly between her lips. She sucked and licked at the same time, then dropped her head so that his prick sank deep into her throat. She withdrew quickly, poised so that just the tip was between her lips, then plunged down swiftly again. A dozen strokes like this and Melody felt Abe's balls begin to throb.
Abe was beside himself. He'd had girls go down on him often since he had become a swinger, but nothing like this. Melody's mouth was like a hungry vacuum, pulling, sucking, licking. And the way she used her hands! Her caresses made his balls burn and his cock feel like it would explode and disintegrate! It usually took Abe quite a while to warm up, but here he was hot, just moments after this gorgeous blonde had begun.
Abe had managed to close his eyes to avoid the embarrassing view of her crotch poised above his face. He knew his eyes had tricked him when her asshole winked at him, and it seemed so impersonal to be looking straight into her genital area. Abe had to admit that the blonde-covered slit wasn't unattractive. Then, when he opened his eyes, he gazed in frozen horror as she began to lower it toward his face.
"Come on, Abe," Melody said as she released his cock from her mouth for a moment and began stroking it excitingly with her firm hand, "let me feel your nose and tongue in my cunt!" Her choice of words surprised her, but she knew it was part of her desire to make him uncomfortable.
The odor of Melody's sex made Abe's nostrils flare as she settled her crotch on his face and squirmed her body until the lips of her cunt were open above his lips. Then she began to grind it into his mouth, but she suddenly pulled away.
"Abe!"
"What?"
"Take off your glasses!"
Abe looked up and saw the tiny red marks on Melody's ass where his glasses had pressed against her tender skin. "Sorry about that," he said, trying to laugh off an embarrassing situation. "Told you I wasn't an expert at this sort of thing." He freed one hand and pulled his glasses off and dropped them on the floor.
When Melody heard the heavy, horn-rimmed glasses hit the floor, she again dropped her body so that her crotch completely covered Abe's face. This time she ground her cunt hard against his mouth by way of paying him back for being such a dum dum.
Abe Silver panicked for a moment. She had squirmed her body until she had his nose firmly lodged in her vagina, and her slit completely covered his mouth. He wondered how he would manage to breathe. That was one problem. Another was the overpowering odor. Melody had used a douche before the party, and Abe felt he had his nose in a barrel of pickles-pickles which had in part been cured in heavy urine. Abe Silver was one man who found nothing romantic in the smell of a woman's pussy. He managed to choke back a gag. But the overwhelming sensation of all was the moisture covering his face. He had no idea that Melody wasn't even warmed up yet, that more would come. All he could think of was washing his face and scrubbing away the million germs he knew were playing games on his lips.
"Uummmm! I like your nose, Abe," Melody said softly, stroking his cock harder and harder and squirming to fuck herself on his nose. "The Jewish really have something going for them, don't they? How about your tongue? Use it on my clitoris! I have a fire started in my oven." She gave his balls a little playful squeeze to emphasize her words.
My God, Abe thought in panic, she's going to force me to eat her-torture me if I don't! His nose itched. What a time for an itch! His only relief came from rubbing it against the wet walls of her vagina. Then he tentatively darted his tongue out and let it search in the moist area between her labia for her clitoris. Abe was amazed when he found it. Her clitoris was like a miniature penis! Measuring it with his tongue, he guessed it to be over an inch long-maybe two inches, and it was as hard as a rock!
Melody smiled to herself when she felt his tongue running up the length of her clitoris. Most men were surprised when they first saw it. Few women had more than a button, but Melody's was over two inches long when she was excited. And she was getting that way. This was a new sensation. Most swinging men loved to eat pussy, even if only ten per cent of them actually knew how. But here was a man who obviously didn't like it, had never tried it. And making him wallow in it was exciting.
"Suck it," she said. "Take it in your mouth and suck it like I'm going to suck this gorgeous cock of yours!" She leaned forward again, grinding her cunt against his mouth and taking his hard prick into her warm lips. She'd give him a blow-job he'd never forget, but she was determined she'd have her own orgasm riding his face.
Ralph Martin felt his toes curl and his asshole contract as his rampaging cock began spewing hot cum into the new secretary's belly. She'd only been at the college a week, and this was her first party. For a moment he couldn't remember her name. June, that was it. She'd been hired to help the administrators for the summer term. Ralph had been anxious to lay her since she arrived, but no one knew if she was a swinger. He'd watched her bounce around the office for days, and finally asked her to come to the final faculty party tonight.
Although June had turned out to be a swinger, she was also a disappointment as far as Ralph was concerned. As young as she was, and she couldn't be much over twenty, her tits sagged and her cunt was like a wide well. She'd also evidently become a hardened veteran at an early age, because she was dull to the point of being bored. She went through the motions, just as Ralph did, but there was no excitement. Even his long prick had only brought mild interest when they first began, and Ralph had had to fuck her until his knees were weak in order to get hot enough to climax.
Things were in bad shape when he had to work to have an orgasm with a twenty-year-old strange piece of pussy! Ralph hadn't wanted to admit it, but he was beginning to feel much like Melody did. He had his own concept of what was wrong, though. They had been swinging, attending too damned many orgies, for too long. It was like vacation, one could get too much of it. What they needed was a little rest to get away from it all, and Ralph knew they couldn't do that and remain here at the university.
"You wouldn't have any grass, would you?" June asked as she propped her back against the wall next to Ralph.
"No pot, June," Ralph replied. "We hang close on that in the faculty. Too explosive an issue."
"I just thought this might be a truly liberated faculty," June said somewhat sarcastically. "Anyway, I don't use grass regularly."
Ralph reached for his shirt and produced a package of cigarettes and offered the young blonde one. She accepted and he snapped his lighter while she took a deep drag. Then he lighted one for himself and glanced around the room.
His eyes stopped when he saw Mariane Morton, the thirty-year-old redhead who had joined the theology department at the beginning of last term. She had been a devout Baptist and even ordained before they converted her into a swinger. And now she was something close to a nymphomaniac, unable to get enough and ready for sex at any time of the day or night.
Ralph had laid Mariane several times when she broke in with the group, but now she was too much for him. For one thing, Mariane loved taking on two men at once. She wasn't happy unless she had two hard cocks inside her body. Like now. She was with two of the youngest members of the faculty, Bob and Carl. They were studying for their doctorates and teaching at the same time. Mariane called them her young studs.
She was on her knees with Bob behind her, fucking her from a kneeling position, while Carl was stretched out beneath her. She was sucking Carl's cock as hard as she could while Bob pounded away. Ralph watched as Mariane broke her oral hold on Carl's cock and spoke softly to the two boys. Bob pulled his cock out of her cunt and Mariane turned around so that she was in a squatting position above Carl's prick. Bracing herself with her hands on the floor, she began lowering her body. For a moment Ralph thought she was going to ride Carl, but then he realized she was taking his prick up her ass. It took her awhile to work it in, and the expression on her face confirmed that it was painful for her. But then she dropped her body quickly, spearing herself on his rigid pole.
Bob moved up and took her legs and pulled them out in front of her so that she was stretched out on top of Carl, with his cock running straight up her rectum. Bob held her ankles and spread her legs, then dropped to his knees to mount her. Ralph watched him guide his thick member to Mariane's cunt, inserting it into the gaping red hole.
It was a struggle for a moment while Bob wiggled for position and thrust to insert his penis in the tight opening. Then he jerked his hips and rammed it clear up to her womb with one mighty thrust. Ralph could see Mariane's face. It was contorted with pain as she bit her lips and squeezed her forehead tight as the two hard cocks ravaged her tender body. She groaned and Ralph saw tears well in her eyes and begin to run down her cheeks.
Then, as he watched, her expression changed from pain to pure ecstasy. Her eyes bulged in their sockets when the two men began fucking her in a hard, counter rhythm, and her tongue began racing back and forth across her lips.
"How can she take it?" June asked in wonder, showing her first true emotion since the party began.
"Ever try it?" Ralph said.
"No. My God, I don't think my body would stand it!"
"Ever had it up your ass?" Ralph asked rather crudely.
"No," June murmured softly. "Most women love it."
"I've never tried it," June said, wondering for the first time in her life what it would really be like. "Doesn't it ... doesn't it hurt?"
"Depends on the man. A thick prick can hurt, they tell me, but a thin one is something else."
As they continued watching the trio nearby, June's hand fell into Ralph's lap and she grasped his limp penis with an urgency she had. not displayed before. Ralph pretended not to notice, but he knew June had seen something new and wanted to try it for herself. Maybe her asshole would be tighter than her twat, he said to himself as he tried to make up his mind if he wanted to break her in to the tail game. The expression on Mariane's face was something to behold. If an artist painted that, Ralph told himself, he would title the canvas Pure Bliss.
"Ralph?"
"Yeah?"
"I ... Well, I think it might be fun to try it."
"Try what, June?" he replied, hating himself for being such an utter bastard, but at the same time knowing that this bored bitch deserved it.
"Try it ... well, back there," she mumbled, stroking his now semi-rigid penis.
"You want two men?"
"No, just ... just in my ass. But if it hurts, promise you'll stop."
"No promises, June. If you want it, we'll do it, but you have to take it."
"You're a sadistic bastard," June said with an attempt at a chuckle.
"Take it or leave it," Ralph said smiling. Often that was a bluff, but he was at the point with this girl that he didn't give a damn.
"AAAAiiiiiEEEEEEE!" Mariane's scream of pleasure as the two men reached climax and sent rivers of hot cum gushing into her body split the room. Her arms flailed and her face was a mask of absolute pleasure.
"Oh, God, yes!" June said, her eyes transfixed on the two cocks impaling Mariane's body and her hand working feverishly on Ralph's penis.
Ralph pulled himself up and had June crouch in a kneeling position so he could get behind her. The brown starfish between the cheeks of her ass beckoned to him as he scooted up to her buttocks, and Ralph decided to leave gentleness behind as he guided his long, thin cock to her asshole with his hand and then bucked hard against her. It hesitated only momentarily at the entrance to her rectum, and then shot up inside so that his balls slapped hard against her inner thighs.
"AAAuuugghhh!" June groaned as she tried to fall forward. It felt like a hot branding iron had been rammed up her ass and every nerve ending in her rectum seared with pain. "NO! Please, I can't take it. You promised!!!! Please, PLEASE!"
"I promised to fuck you in the ass, June," Ralph grunted, thrusting his hips and battering her like a rutting animal. "And that's precisely what I'm going to do!"
"NO! OH, GOD, NO!" June screamed. The pain was causing flashes of brilliant colors to race through her head and a pounding surf to explode against the back of her eyes. And no matter how she moved, Ralph and his searing, ravaging cock were right there pressing deeper and deeper into her soul.
Then the pain subsided, gave way to a new group of sensations, some of them the most pleasant and exciting June had ever experienced. A buzzing began racing along her veins, as if she was plugged into a wildly ringing doorbell. The flashing colors remained in her head, but now they were less brilliant, less irritating, more stimulating. And her breasts caught on fire. Her nipples felt like two hot coals. Suddenly, June understood what made Mariane's face register such absolute pleasure. It felt as if Ralph's long cock would suddenly burst into her throat, yet the sensation was terribly consuming and exciting. June hadn't felt like this since her brother had laid her when she was fifteen! , Ralph had to suppress a scream when he felt his balls explode and send their juices rushing up the young secretary's ass. It was so tight! Her rectum grabbed him like a gloved hand and seemed like it was going to pull every ounce of fluid in his body out through the tiny, compressed hole at the tip of his weapon.
They hung there, frozen in air for a long moment as Ralph's balls pumped and pumped cum up her ass. Then they both collapsed in a heap on the floor, too exhausted to move. Ralph recovered slowly and looked at June's inert body. A stream of blood and cum oozed from her ravaged ass, and he knew that she had found something to give her a new interest in sex. He pulled his body free of her arms and dangling legs, and reached for his shirt for a cigarette.
As he glanced around the room, his eyes caught sight of his wife, Melody, in a wild oral banquet with old Abe from psychology. Ralph was surprised. First of all, he knew Melody couldn't stand Abe. Ralph hoped he wouldn't have to hear about that all night long. And Abe surprised him. From what Ralph had heard from the girls, Abe didn't like to eat cunt. But he was sure eating Melody! No doubt about it! He had his nose buried deep in her vagina, and from the way Melody was wiggling her ass, Abe's tongue must have been very busy!
Of course Melody could hardly say she wasn't enjoying herself. From the way she was gobbling Abe's rod she had to be turned on! Why the switch, Ralph wondered? Just this morning Melody had been talking about changing schools, getting assignments at some other college to break away from this group. And secretly, Ralph agreed with her. They needed a change.
Melody hadn't particularly wanted to come to this farewell party for the two members of the "fucking faculty," as they called themselves, who were leaving to take jobs in the State Department. But she was usually like that. Ralph always had to talk her into orgies, and she generally went along with the scene when he wanted her to. He felt that not coming tonight would look bad, especially after the great times they had all had together since they formed the orgy group.
The idea had come from a student who placed the suggestion in the suggestion box that the faculty go fuck themselves. The enterprising student had added that they should have regularly swinging faculty orgies to relieve their tensions and frustrations.
"I'd invite you to student orgies, but I'm afraid you'd turn our friends off," he said in closing. The suggestion had caused somewhat of a scandal with the square members of the faculty, but to those who had been swinging students not too long ago, it made sense. The chief of chemistry, Peter Huff, jokingly said they should try it, and the orgies were born.
In any event, Ralph could see that Melody was well occupied. She had her nose buried in Abe's hairy crotch and his cock was racing in and out of her mouth like a kid might attack a popsicle on a hot day. And if Ralph knew Melody, Abe would have his insides sucked out before she'd turn him loose. In all of their swinging, Ralph had never met another girl who could suck a cock like Melody. It wasn't only technique. Plenty of gals had good technique. But Melody seemed to have a natural affinity for giving a blow-job.
Once, in an off-guarded moment, she had admitted to him that she did not like fucking. She said she had learned to suck cock to keep from having to fuck all the time. Of course, Melody was drunk when she said it, and denied it completely the next day. It may have been one of her subtle gags. She never had a great sense of humor, but she sometimes worked in a subtle gag or dig and kept to it no matter what. Ralph was the first to admit that he did not understand his wife. It was like the bit with her stepfather. She hated him so passionately that she'd freeze up if Ralph even mentioned the man's name. It was so unreal! Ralph even wondered if she might not be provoked to violence if she ever saw her stepfather again-and Melody was one of the most non-violent persons he had ever met.
Melody glanced up and saw Ralph fucking the blonde in the ass. That was something she would never consent to, even at swinging parties where practically everything went. But Ralph enjoyed it, and some of the women here liked it. Take Mariane, Melody . told herself with a shudder creeping through her body at the thought of the sexual abuse that girl took, and actually asked for. She forced Mariane from her mind and concentrated on the cock she had in her mouth.
Melody was surprised to find that she was quite excited. It was obvious Abe didn't like to eat pussy. Every time he could he stopped, and she had to prod him on by a none too gentle squeeze of his testicles. But Melody even enjoyed that, forcing the man, and she wondered what it would be like to rape a man. To strip him, tie him to a bed, suck his cock until he was good and hot, and then climb on top of him and ride him exactly as she wanted-with no thought or worry about his climax or even how he felt. It was a dream she'd often had, one she always felt guilty about. But in a small way, that was exactly what was going on with Abe Silver. She could tell he was hot, not far from the point of orgasm, and she slowed down to make him wait for her.
Abe was beside himself. There were moments when he thought he would vomit from the horribly strong smell of her sex permeating his sensitive nostrils and the heavy taste of salty urine and sex which filled his mouth every time he licked her hard clitoris. But he forced himself to be perfectly objective and scientific about what he was doing and he somehow managed to control himself.
When the change took place, Abe was at a loss to say. It was something rather subtle, something damned near impossible to define. One minute he was disgusted, and the next he became excited. At first, he thought that maybe he was becoming accustomed to eating pussy, but then he realized his attitude hadn't changed that much. It was something else. Every time she squeezed his testicles to make him continue, Abe experienced fantastic stimulation. He became so aroused he had to control himself rigidly to stop from having a climax. And it wasn't that what she did with her hand on his nuts felt good. On the contrary, it hurt like hell! Then why did he become so excited when she did it?
The same thing happened when she ground her pussy hard against his mouth, or rubbed his nose around inside her vagina. And none of those things were at all pleasant to Abe Silver. Or were they?
No, he told himself.
Melody slid her hand down inside the crevice between the cheeks of Abe's hairy ass and glided the tip of her finger to the opening of his anal canal. Some men liked this, but Melody felt almost positive that Abe would not. It would be out of character, unless he had a hard core gay streak in him. Then, when he stopped licking her again, she jabbed her finger up inside his ass to the first joint and began scraping her nail lightly around.
"Uummmppphhh!" Abe's groan was muffled by Melody's soft crotch, but the pain shot through his system. The stupid bitch, he told himself, doesn't she know most psychologists have piles? But even in the intense pain, Abe felt his balls throb with an urgency he hadn't experienced in years. It seemed that whatever she did to him, it excited him all the more.
Melody rode Abe's cock with her hungry mouth and jabbed her finger deeper and deeper into his ass as she felt him begin sucking and chewing on her clitoris in response. She hadn't truly expected it, but she was very aroused and realized that she was close to climax. So why not? Why wait for him? Melody bore down on his face, grinding her cunt back and forth over his lips and contracting her muscles to pull his nose as deep into her vagina as possible.
"A A A A HHHHhhhh!" she gasped as she straightened her body and rode his face in a marvelous moment of total orgasm. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes shut tightly as her body was gripped in spasm after spasm of joy. The only part of Melody's body that moved was her hand, and that pumped Abe's cock like a piston. When the spasms stopped, Melody began to lift her crotch from Abe's face. Her body was so relaxed and at peace she couldn't stop the soft fart that escaped from her bowels.
Abe was staring directly at her brown bud when it puckered and the gas rushed out. It was so humiliating, so base, yet his cock surged and his balls ached for release as his excitement seemed to double when the blonde farted in his face. As she began pulling her cunt away, Abe had an idea.
"Biology, please piss on me," he said, not believing the words had come from his own mouth. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever uttered. Even the very thought was alien to him. He had studied cases of urolagnia, cases where disturbed people could only find sexual release through a urinary act, but those were textbook cases! Did he really mean it? Was it his subconscious?
Melody heard the faint words and froze. He had said it softly, but she knew there was no mistake. The idea disgusted her, yet it was something she had always dreamed of doing, especially to someone she didn't like. Could she? Could she force her muscles to relax enough to allow her to pee in his face? Then she remembered the fart and smiled. But that had been an accident.
She couldn't avoid the temptation. It was too strong, stronger than any she could remember. Melody balanced herself, looking back to make sure she was poised directly over his face. Then she relaxed her body and began straining her muscles. For a moment, Melody thought it wouldn't work, that she'd never be able to force herself to relax enough to do it, but then it came gushing out. She felt the heavy stream flow from her body and she became aroused and excited all over again.
Abe forced himself to watch. He stared up at her cunt and saw her balance herself and aim. He wanted to scream at her that he was only kidding, that he didn't mean it, but he couldn't force himself to let the words escape from his mouth. He saw her muscles strain and felt the energy her body was exerting. Then the flower of her cunt opened ever so slightly before his eyes. A section of her vulva dilated. Abe could see it, and he felt his pulse quicken to the point where he might have a heart attack.
Then it happened. A heavy, strong, hot stream of yellow liquid came gushing from her cunt and covered his face. It was hot enough to make his skin feel that it had been scalded, and the odor was acrid and strong. It covered his eyes, his nose, his lips, and ran in streams down his cheeks and over his chin. Would she never stop? It just kept coming and coming. And so did Abe. He felt his balls quake and quiver, then erupt, and a geyser of hot cum spurted from his erect cock in Melody's hand.
Abe Silver's head was resting in a puddle of piss, but the happy, warm glow covering his face left no room for doubt that the psychologist had at last found himself.
Melody jumped up and ran to the bathroom, her face the color of a beet. She wondered how many had seen what she had done. What in the world had possessed her? Melody knew one thing. No matter what, she could never face Abe Silver or anybody who had been in that room again!
Ralph saw what happened, and could hardly believe his eyes. It was so unlike Melody! That cinches it, he said to himself as he grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom. We've got to get away from this! I'll answer that ad from Heavenly Hills Girls' School, and if that fails I'll put in for a grant to do a special study in some foreign country. We both need a rest. I wonder what it will be like teaching grade school and high school?
CHAPTER THREE
The summer had agreed with Harold Stone. His forehead was smooth and the lines in his face had disappeared. His carriage was more erect, and his eyes shone with the brightness of purpose. For the first time in years he had become active with a design. Instead of just drifting from term to term and job to job, Harold now had a responsibility. Heavenly Hills was his, a place he could sprout roots and call his own, and Harold was determined to make a success of it.
He spent the balance of June working closely with Cary Waller, analyzing the entire operation of the girls' boarding school and evaluating the personnel carefully. Mrs. Waller agreed to take on two additional classes, and Harold assigned himself the task of teaching a majority of the history and literature classes. That allowed Harold to eliminate two members of the teaching staff, which would go a long way toward improving the profit situation of Heavenly Hills.
Even that had not been possible without a dramatic and somewhat hilarious incident. The day after the girls had left for summer vacation, Harold and Mrs. Waller had a clash. Harold knew it was inevitable, and he decided to bring it out into the open as quickly as possible. He hardly knew Cary Waller, but what he did know he didn't like. Personality aside, Harold had a suspicion that she was valuable in running the school. Yet with Harold assuming the helm, he wanted it on his own terms.
The incident took place almost accidentally. Harold had planned to talk to her the next day, but circumstances made their talk unnecessary. Feeling sexually abandoned after Mary left, Harold was walking down the hall when he saw Mrs. Waller bending over a low shelf of books near the reading room. Her straight, muscular legs were spread provocatively, and her ample buttocks strained against her dress. He walked up quietly behind her and reached down to run his hand up her leg like he had done so many times with young Mary. At the touch of his hand, Cary Waller turned around and slapped Harold's face so hard it turned bright red and stung for fifteen minutes afterward.
"Don't ever touch me again, you horny swine!" she said in a voice that literally dripped authority and menace.
"Mrs. Waller," Harold began in an angry voice. He wanted to tell the bitch to pack up right then and leave, but he fought for control of his temper. "Mrs. Waller, I assure you it was a friendly gesture...."
"Reserve your friendly gestures for young tramps like Mary," Mrs. Waller interrupted.
"Mary!" Harold said, unable to believe she actually knew what he and Mary had been doing over the past few months.
"Yes, Mary. I know all about it, Mr. Stone. And if the girl is willing, I see no objection. Some young girls have no sense or taste at all. That's no concern of mine. But you keep your hands off me!"
She knew, and she didn't object! Amazing! Maybe there was hope after all.
"Cary, I was just hinting to you that the two of us might have some wonderful times together. It was a compliment. Perhaps poorly executed, but a compliment nonetheless. I think we could improve on the relationship you had with my aunt...."
"Never!" Mrs. Waller's voice rose a full octave when Harold mentioned his aunt. "And if you know about my relationship with your aunt, you must know that you can't give me what she did. I'll never touch another man as long as I live!"
Harold had to bite his tongue hard to keep from roaring with laughter. A Lesbian! And probably a bull dyke at that! And his aunt a femme! What you never guessed about people, even those close to you!
"But, Cary, I have an educated tongue, probably even better than my aunt's," Harold said, amused at seeing the old gal blush a bright red. "You might find I could give you even more fun than my aunt."
"And expect something in return I would never give. No thank you, Mr. Stone, no thank you."
Harold stared at her for a moment in silence. She held his eyes without flinching. "All right, Mrs. Waller, I'll certainly respect your wishes," he said slowly. "And as long as we understand each other, I'm sure we'll be able to work together beautifully. Perhaps we can even share some of the more promising young girls here next term."
"The girls!" Cary Waller never blinked as she stared at him, but a flush flooded her cheeks.
"Of course. Their nubile little bodies are ripe, so clean and innocent. And they learn quickly, so very quickly. By working together, I'm sure we can help each other. I'll pass along hints about some delicious little ripe bodies anxious to learn the secrets of love, and you do the same for me."
"I ... I never ... Why, I mean...." Mrs. Waller stuttered.
"Never mind, Mrs. Waller. Just think about it, and how nice it would be to have a warm eager body to share some of your secret moments, and I'm sure you'll see the wisdom of what I say. After all, we're not corrupting the girls. If we don't teach them, they'll learn from some nasty, dirty little boy in the back of a car at some drive-in movie. Don't you agree? But just think about it and we'll not mention it again."
From that moment on they devoted themselves to rearranging the administration and policies of Heavenly Hills. Harold had to admit they made a very effective team. Mrs. Waller knew things about the school Harold wouldn't have learned on his own for years. She was not as quick to recognize the weaknesses, but she proved valuable in advising Harold on some of his proposed new policies.
The first thing they did was place ads in several journals for new teachers. Harold wanted a younger staff to improve the scholastic image of the school. As the replies poured in, he and Cary studied them carefully. They immediately eliminated a number on salary requests, and finally decided on a young married couple, Ralph and Melody Martin. Couples often had a difficult time finding teaching assignments together, and therefore would accept smaller salaries. Mrs. Waller was hesitant about the Martins' experience in the grade and high school levels, but Harold argued that they could learn quickly, and by offering them room and board at Heavenly Hills they could be hired for what he would have to normally pay one teacher. Melody could take all of the science courses, which meant they might be able to eliminate one more member of the staff.
Harold was pleased when he received a letter from Ralph Martin accepting the positions for both of them. It would be tricky and marginal, but Harold decided to try to get along with two additional teachers, and settled on two young socialites who had just received their teaching certificates. Their inexperience worried him a little, but this was offset by the fact that the girls were prominent in their respective societies and could bring new students from above average income families with them.
That was part of a campaign Harold devoted a good part of the summer to. Sixteen girls had graduated this year, and an additional twelve had requested their records, indicating they were enrolling in another school. New registrations were slow, but Mrs. Waller assured Harold there was nothing unusual in this. She pointed to the fact that traditionally, registrations came in the week before school opened. Harold, however, was determined to fill the roll as quickly as possible. He also noted that over the past six years registrations at Heavenly Hills had been steadily declining, and he was anxious to reverse that trend. If he didn't, the school would soon become a losing proposition.
He contacted a publicity man he had attended college with, and together the two of them studied the Heavenly Hills situation hour after hour. Harold wanted to make the school a social institution to attract children from wealthy families, but his friend pointed out that the physical facilities simply wouldn't stand up to this. Harold reluctantly agreed, and they arrived at the same conclusion his aunt had some years before, that Heavenly Hills had to appeal to the middle-class family. And to have a middle-class family spend money for a boarding school, there had to be a valid reason.
Broken homes, of course, was the answer. Either broken homes or homes with problem children. This was precisely the area from which Heavenly Hills had been drawing its students. Harold's friend claimed that this was either by accident or word of mouth, that the school had never advertised to this particular area. And after spending countless night hours writing carefully worded ads, they came up with a campaign they were proud of. Harold's degree in sociology was used-a little exaggerated-in the ads designed to attract families with problem girls, and they coined the motto, "Heavenly Hills, a home with security," which was used throughout the advertising program.
Harold gambled half of his aunt's insurance money on a heavy magazine exposure of the campaign, and sat back with his fingers crossed. In his new brochure, he increased the tuition one hundred dollars a year. Mrs. Waller fought that, and Harold finally relented by agreeing that old students could enroll at the old tuition.
The results were so gratifying Harold went out and bought a bottle of champagne and he and Mrs. Waller celebrated by tying one on. They had so many applications they would never be able to accept all of the girls. Mrs. Waller said that it would be the first time in the history of Heavenly Hills that they would be able to pick and choose their candidates. They immediately set about weeding out some of the undesirable girls from the current student body, notifying the parents that due to a number of changes they would be unable to accept their children for the coming term.
Ralph and Melody Martin arrived the agreed two weeks before term. At first they found the school depressing. The old, just adequate buildings seemed so dull after their relaxing summer on the warm sands of Daytona Beach, Florida. Both of them were a golden bronze color after sailing, surfing, swimming and fishing for almost nine weeks, and they looked forward to their new positions.
"Really, Ralph," Melody said on their third day at Heavenly Hills, "these gray walls depress the hell out of me. Do you think Mr. Stone would let us paint our apartment?"
"He's been so busy I haven't had time to talk to him much," Ralph replied, "but he seems like a reasonable man. Why don't you ask him?"
"You don't think he'll feel we're pushy or demanding?"
"I don't think so. Besides, we can buy the paint ourselves. These quarters won't take more than a gallon and a half, I'd say."
"Can we afford it?"
"Of course we can afford it. Living on the beach all summer, we spent hardly anything. And while we won't retire on the salaries here at Heavenly Hills, we have our room and board free. What the hell, Melody, we agreed this is just an island in the sea to let us get our bearings before we start fighting the surf again. We're not going to spend our lives here."
"Then maybe we shouldn't spend the money on our apartment."
"Look, we've signed on for a full term. So we'll be here come hell or high water until next summer. Why live in something that depresses you? Get Mr. Stone aside and ask him. I'll buy the paint."
"Why don't you ask him?"
"He's got me working with Mrs. Waller on the new texts. The shipment came in yesterday, and I understand we're missing half of what they ordered. I have to go downtown and take an inventory, then get the distributor on the wire and see that we receive the rest before term starts. He also asked me to purchase supplies and set up a small store for the students, to save having them ask permission to go to town all the time."
"Ralph," Melody said, putting her armful of books on the mantel and walking over to sit in the one comfortable chair in their tiny living room, "how much trouble do you think these girls will be? I mean, their advertising seems to appeal to families with problem children."
"I've been wondering the same thing," Ralph replied, lighting a cigarette and sitting on the edge of the table. "Mrs. Waller told me they've had very little trouble over the years, but she admits that they're attracting more of the problem kids this year. I thought I'd buy a book on child psychology with disturbed children today and bone up. Anyway, honey, it will be a challenge. Something new for us."
"You can say that again! Get two of those books. I have a feeling we'll need them."
"Sorry you came?"
"No, not at all. We had to change, Ralph, you know that. And I'm looking forward to all of this. Maybe I'm scared, I don't know. Perhaps it's that I worry about us trying to find ourselves in the middle of a bunch of emotionally disturbed children."
"It could be the best thing for us. We spent the summer doing absolutely nothing, and we came no closer to understanding ourselves or deciding what we really wanted."
"I think we lost ourselves in too much introspective thinking. Got too close to the forest to see the trees."
"Exactly! And work may be the answer. If we get busy enough, maybe we'll forget about our own problems and through our work see everything much more clearly."
"I hope you're right. At least I know we'll be busy! Have you seen the registration book?"
"Yep, Mrs. Waller showed it to me with pride yesterday. They're so full Mr. Stone's building bunk beds."
"But is he going to hire more staff?"
"I doubt it," Ralph replied, standing and crushing his cigarette out in the lid from the coffee can they used for an ash tray. "Mrs. Waller said he's trying to make the school show a profit for once, and I suspect he'll try to get by with the minimum staff as long as he can."
The days passed quickly as they all worked to organize the school for the fall term. Melody painted their apartment in shades of pastel blue and yellow, while Ralph helped organize the school library and inventory the new school store. At Melody's suggestion, Harold Stone hired a painting crew to repaint the classrooms, and he had Melody choose pleasing pastel colors. The two young teachers arrived and immediately pitched in with the general sprucing up of Heavenly Hills. The problem of textbooks became critical, and Ralph had to fly to New York. His instructions were to bring the texts back and pay air freight on the shipment. He was also given permission to change texts, if he found it necessary because of supply. This was something Harold's aunt had always handled, and Harold simply started too late, but he placed full confidence in Ralph Martin.
Just before he left for New York, Ralph and Melody had one of the worst fights of their marriage. As with most domestic squabbles, their argument started over nothing and built to something just short of physical violence. In fact, had Ralph not left on the afternoon flight, there well might have been physical violence. Both of their nerves were on edge, and they threw at each other an accumulation of years of frustration.
The fight began in the school library and ended in their apartment, and was overheard from beginning to end by Mrs. Waller. Cary had accidentally come upon them just after they exchanged the first few angry words, and she carefully retired from sight but remained in hearing distance-even to following them to their apartment and listening at the door. Without a moment's hesitation, Mrs. Waller immediately reported the fight to Harold Stone. She capsulized what she had overheard, justifying her position by claiming that as the Martins' employer, he had the right to know everything that might affect their performance.
Harold thanked Cary, pleased at the way their relationship was developing, and told her he would handle it and warn the Martins that he expected a great deal of them at Heavenly Hills.
As soon as Mrs. Waller left his study, Harold Stone sat at his desk and carefully considered the value of this intelligence. What he hadn't told Mrs. Waller was that he felt a tremendous attraction to Melody. Ever since their first day at the school, Harold had watched Melody with lust growing in his mind and body. She was ravishingly beautiful to Harold. He loved her long blonde hair, her high, pointed tits, those gorgeous, rounded legs, her provocative ass, and most of all her lovely face. Several times he had caught guarded glimpses of Melody's thighs as she bent over, and he had to remain seated to conceal his hard-on.
Just what did this argument between the Martins mean to him? Could he cash in on it? Cary said Melody was furious when Ralph called her a frigid woman. Would she perhaps be anxious to prove herself with someone else? Of course, he was a good deal older than she, he told himself. But what about young Mary? It would have to be handled carefully. The Martins were perfect for the staff, and he couldn't afford to lose them now. But how much did they need the job? They had to need the position to accept the low salaries he was offering.
Harold smiled to himself as he rose from his desk and stood before the mirror to adjust his tie. He had the perfect plan, and there was no better moment to strike than when she was still mad at her husband.
Taking care that Mrs. Waller and the new teachers did not see where he was going, Harold Stone went quietly to the Martin apartment on the second floor.
CHAPTER FOUR
Melody barely concealed a long, deep sigh. She was impatient with Mr. Stone, or Harold, as he insisted she call him. He was so obviously drunk! And she wanted to be alone tonight of all nights. She had come close to understanding something about herself in her fight with Ralph that afternoon. It was as if she'd seen the key to a locked door, and then lost it!
More than anything, she wanted the time to carefully remember everything Ralph had said. Not to haunt him with his words later on, but to try to analyze if they could truly make it together as a couple. Moments after he had left, Melody had come close to packing a suitcase and leaving both Ralph and Heavenly Hills forever. But one couldn't throw away a marriage, or a teaching position, that easily. Oh, there was so much to think about! And here was her employer babbling on and continuously offering her champagne! He said he was celebrating his successful reorganization of the school, and Melody agreed that after all the work she had seen him accomplish, he deserved to celebrate. But why tonight? And why here with her?
"Mr. Stone, it's getting late. Don't you think...."
"Harold. Mr. Stone was my father. Call me Harold, Melody. Just a few more drinks left, and then I'll be on my merry way."
His words were slightly slurred and he had a silly grin etched on his face. Melody watched him aft the heavy magnum of champagne and wondered how he possibly hoped to finish that much wine.
"Whooooops!" Harold exclaimed as he spilled some of the wine on the table when he filled Melody's glass.
Melody jumped up and went to the kitchen. "Never mind," she called over her shoulder. "I'll bring a dishcloth." Melody stood by the cabinet in the kitchen and laughed silently when she realized that she was tipsy. It came as a surprise, because she had been seated all the time she sipped champagne with her employer. But now that she was up, it was obvious that she was definitely a little tipsy. Her vision blurred momentarily and she had a slight dizzy feeling as her balance came into question when she reached up to take a dishcloth from the rack. Well, maybe I needed this, she said to herself, returning to the room and blotting up the small amount of wine he had spilled. When she finished, she picked up her glass and drained it. Even if I have a hangover in the morning, she told herself as she watched him again refill her glass, there aren't any classes, and I can sleep as late as I want.
Melody flipped on the radio as she returned to the kitchen with the damp rag. Slow dance music immediately filled the room, and when she came into the living room again she met Harold Stone at the door.
"Les' dance," he said.
Melody certainly did not feel like dancing in her condition, but how could she refuse? Before she could say a word, she was in his arms and they were swaying to the music. Melody was surprised to find that Mr. Stone was a very good dancer, and that dancing with him was fun.
Harold's blood was pounding as he pulled Melody closer and felt her pointed tits dig into his chest as they danced slowly around the room. I mustn't rush it, he cautioned himself. Play it right and this gorgeous blonde is all mine.
Melody knew the minute she felt his body rub sensually against hers. Harold wants to lay me! Her body automatically stiffened and she felt him pull a fraction of an inch away. The horny old bastard, she thought, the minute Ralph leaves he's up here with his penis in his hand!
Her head spun as he whirled her about in a series of turns, and Melody told herself she would have to be careful. After all, he was her employer. And if she handled it poorly both she and Ralph might lose their jobs. She also had to remember that Harold was very drunk. He had arrived at her apartment that way and had been drinking champagne steadily ever since. He wasn't completely responsible for his acts. Melody doubted he'd even remember all of this the next day.
She probably wouldn't either, for that matter. Keep him drinking, she told herself, that's the safest thing. Maybe he'll pass out.
"How about some more champagne, or is the bottle empty?"
"Never empty, never empty," Harold said, weaving convincingly across to the table and lifting the bottle. His head was light, but he was far from drunk. Harold congratulated himself on his acting. He had her convinced he was blotto. "Here we are," he said gaily as he handed her a brimming glass of the sparkling champagne. As he poured himself another glass, Harold reminded himself to start taking it easy on the wine or he would ruin the whole thing.
They drank and danced and drank some more, laughing and relaxed as they clung to each other for support. Then Melody became dizzy and they sat next to each other on the couch. She held her face in her hands as she tried to stop her head from spinning, and Harold lightly placed his arm around her. Suddenly Melody became very sad and began to cry. Harold pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes.
"I ... I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I...." Melody couldn't finish her sentence because Harold's lips were pressed against her mouth and his tongue had inserted itself between her lips.
"Oh, please ... please don't...." she sobbed as he broke their kiss.
"Shhhh!" Harold said. "You're so beautiful I simply had to kiss you. And what harm will it do if we enjoy ourselves?" Boldly, he placed his hand on her right breast and began caressing her nipple. Before she could protest, his lips were once again pressed against hers. And as he kissed her, his other hand boldly moved up her leg. Flicking her skirt up, he slid his fingers along her smooth thigh. It was a slow, deliberate, teasing movement.
Melody wanted to fight him, to push him away, but his words echoed in her ears, "What harm could it do?" That, and what Ralph had said about her being frigid, caused Melody to relax a little. After all, what harm would it do? She and Ralph had laid dozens of people, so she wouldn't truly be being unfaithful to him. The fact that she didn't feel particularly attracted to Harold Stone didn't bother her. In her present mood, Melody knew that she wouldn't have felt attracted to anyone. Harold wanted her, and that meant something. It meant that she was still attractive to men.
Harold was beside himself. When his fingers reached her crotch, he realized she was wearing no panties. Just like he had trained young Mary! His ringers slid back and forth over the silky down covering the lips of her vagina and Harold thought his prick would break through the material of his slacks. He hadn't been laid since Mary left, and his balls ached with the load they were carrying.
He inserted his finger between her cuntal lips and his mouth fell open when he felt her long clitoris. It wasn't erect, but he had never felt one like this before! For a moment Harold worried about why her clitoris wasn't erect, but then he shrugged it off. After all, she wasn't fighting him. He rubbed her button while his fingers increased their tempo at her sharp nipple and his mouth nibbled at her sensuous lips.
Melody let him undress her slowly, lifting her body so he could remove her skirt and sweater, and kicking her shoes to the corners of the room with a giggle as he stood and quickly pulled his clothes off. She stared at his erect prick when it sprang free of his undershorts. Compared to her husband's "soul prober," it was short, but Melody knew that Harold's penis was average. It seemed a little thicker than most she had seen, and the heavy, throbbing veins which stood out along the sides fascinated her. She almost giggled when she asked herself if that was what they called a French Tickler.
Harold stood above her, feasting his hungry eyes on her naked body. Her tits were among the best he had seen, and he was amazed that they were still so firm at Melody's age. She wasn't old, but only the very young girls in Harold's experience had firm tits. His eyes moved along her flat tummy and caressed her luscious pubic mound. Harold had seen very few true blondes in his life, and the sight of Melody's golden curls covering the pale-pink slit between her creamy legs sent little chills rushing down his spine.
"Want me to pose for you?" Melody asked, wanting to bite her lip after the words had slipped out of her mouth. This was his seduction, and she had to be careful what she said and did or she'd ruin it for him.
"Would you?" Harold asked breathlessly. "I mean ... well, if you really want to. I mean, if you don't mind."
Melody smiled at his awkwardness and slowly stood up. She motioned Harold to the couch and had him stretch out on his back. Then she climbed up on the couch and stood over him, striking several coy, cover-girl poses, with her hands making a small effort to cover her breasts and crotch. She saw he was becoming impatient and she spread her feet apart so that she was straddling him, and then walked forward until he was looking straight up into her cunt. She cupped her breasts in her hands and teased him by making the nipples pop out. Then she turned around slowly so he had a full view of both her butt-cheeks and her crotch. There was no mistaking the effect this had on him. Melody watched his cock twitch and quiver, and smiled. She was a good judge of men.
Harold couldn't believe his good fortune as he stared up into the gorgeous blonde's cunt. He knew she was high, maybe even drunk, but this! Why, she was the answer to his prayers! And the view! Her legs were spread so that her beautiful thighs went at an angle to her blonde pubic mound, and the lips of her cunt were open so that he could see the soft pink flesh and the dark red circle that outlined the opening to her vagina.
Then, when she turned, Harold was almost beside himself with excitement, for now he could see her dark brown anus nestled between the white cheeks of her ass! Would she let him fuck her ass? He loved that! And, as he watched, Melody bent down so he could see her tits between her legs. Her lips spread even further apart and he was staring directly into her womb. She smiled at him, her face upside down between her legs, and reached out and took his thick-veined shaft in her hand.
Melody's balance was precarious at best in her present state, and the couch didn't help. She decided to drop to her knees, still straddling Harold's prone body, before she accidentally fell down. As she did, she leaned forward and let his rigid cock slip between her warm lips and into her hot mouth. Melody's head was spinning, but sucking cock was automatic to her and she started in on Harold's with her most exciting technique of holding it just inside her mouth while she used her hand to pump the shaft up and down.
Harold thought he would explode the minute she slipped it into her mouth, and he felt his blood pounding in his chest. He looked at her body squatting on his chest and reached out to place his hands around her narrow waist. Her skin was not as tight as Mary's had been, but it wasn't flabby or sagging.
Applying pressure to her waist, Harold managed to make her move back and sit on his face. Then, when they were in the perfect sixty-nine position, he began licking, kissing, nibbling and chewing with abandon.
Melody had given herself over completely to sucking cock. Her head was bobbing up and down over Harold's crotch like an oil rig out of control. She had one hand between his buttocks searching for his anus, while the other squeezed his testicles in a steady pumping motion. Her tongue butterflied the tiny hole at the tip of his swollen cock, flicking back and forth as she moved her mouth up and down the length of the shaft. Blood was rushing through the thick veins along his penis, and this somehow excited Melody. She felt it throb against her tongue, and race in circles around the thick shaft.
"Easy," Harold whispered as he withdrew his face from her crotch for a moment. "Easy! EASY! I'll come!!!! JESUS! Oh, OH! Damnnnnnnnnnn!"
A warm glow spread through Melody's body as thick, heavy cum spurted into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, pulling the salty liquid into her stomach. He hasn't been laid in a while, she said to herself as his cock continued spurting into her hungry mouth. No wonder the poor guy was so horny!
Harold honestly believed his toenails were curling as his balls seemed to be pumping the very life out of his body. Even the soles of his feet tingled and his ears flushed as he continued draining into her fantastic mouth. He hadn't wanted to come so soon! Save it and make a real night of it, fuck her silly, but it had been so long and his boiling point was just too low. And what a mouth! Whoever had taught her to suck cock was a Picasso of sex! Never had he experienced a mouth like that!
"I'm sorry," he apologized as Melody gave his balls a final squeeze and sucked the last drop of honey from his drained cock. "You were just too good for me, and my control wasn't good enough."
"Why be sorry?" Melody asked, wondering what it was that sounded different about Mr. Stone's voice. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Of course! It was ... well, fabulous. But at my age, Melody, one time a night is often the limit. It's not desire, mind you, just a small matter of a hard-on. And after the way you drained me, I don't think anybody could get it up."
"Want to bet on that?"
"You'd lose, my dear."
"How about a hundred dollars a month? I win, you give us a raise. I lose, we take a cut," she said laughing.
Harold's success with the school made him reckless. "You have a bet," he chuckled.
Melody had made the offer playfully, yet a hundred dollars a month more meant a good deal to them. She only wished that she was perfectly sober. She stroked his cock absently as she thought about what she would do. Melody noticed that it stayed limp, but she was sure she could make him hard again. After all, there were no rules. She could do what she wanted, and Melody decided to use her knowledge of men and their desires to the fullest.
Pulling herself up from Harold's prone body, she climbed to the end of the couch and propped herself up against the arm so that Harold was staring straight at her. Some men reacted to seeing a girl play with herself, and Melody instinctively thought Harold Stone just might be one of these.
"You left me a little frustrated," she said with a wicked smile on her lips. "I hope you don't mind if I take care of myself before we go on."
"Of course not!" Harold said, unable to hide the interest in his voice. He remembered how he loved to watch Mary play with herself, particularly when she masturbated all the way to orgasm. "Just pretend I'm not here."
Melody cupped both breasts in her hands and began rolling her nipples between her fingers. She glanced at him as she worked her nipples to a semi-erectness, and was pleased to see his eyes were fixed on what she was doing. She deliberately lifted her knees and spread her legs so her cunt was in full view, then pretended to breathe faster as she played with her breasts. After a few moments, she began to squirm, giving the impression she was becoming aroused. She even managed a convincing moan and ran her tongue across her lips.
"I need something in my cunt," she sighed, hoping he reacted to the four-letter words. "Oh, God, I need something in my twat! Have you got a candle, a big, thick candle I can fuck myself with? Anything!"
Harold almost jumped when he rose from the couch. Watching her play with herself had placed him in something of a trance, and he rushed to the kitchen to find a candle. If they were only in his studio where he had all the special candles he'd used on little Mary to expand her young cunt to fit his cock! Searching through the drawers frantically, he finally located a large serving spoon with a thick wooden handle.
Melody relaxed while Harold rushed to the kitchen, then quickly resumed her act as she heard him returning. She almost laughed when she saw the serving spoon he was carrying, but she took it quickly in her hand and began inserting it into her vagina. She was dry and it hurt, but she was careful not to let Harold see that.
Harold quickly propped himself up on two pillows he pulled free from the back of the sofa, and fixed his gaze on the gorgeous young blonde playing with herself. As he watched, the smooth wooden handle of the spoon slowly disappeared into her cunt. Her face was rapt, a starry gaze blinking in her pale blue eyes, and her nostrils flared. God, she is hot! he said to himself. She was using both hands on the spoon now, riding it as she moaned and squirmed against the arm of the couch. Harold felt a stir in his loins, but he'd already completely forgotten about their bet.
Melody kept stealing glances at his crotch, watching to see the first reaction. She smiled to herself when she saw him squirm and his cock begin to quiver. She wished he would hurry. She hated what she was doing, and the spoon handle actually hurt. Then she saw his cock spring to life, and Melody knew it was time.
"Oooohhhh," she groaned, "this isn't enough. I need a cock, a good hard cock, to satisfy me. God, I wish Ralph was here!" Melody was certain this would have its effect. No man could fail to react when his masculinity was in question, even subtly. She groaned again, watching Harold carefully.
Harold couldn't stand it. He pictured himself a knight in shining armor coming to the rescue of a fair damsel crying for help. And his lance would serve him in this combat. It was long and hard now, ready to do service. He reached forward and pulled on Melody's arm, bringing the spoon handle from her vagina with a slurping noise.
"You don't need that, or Ralph," he said. "I can take care of you."
Melody felt a glow of satisfaction sweep through her body as she let him pull her body down on the couch. She'd won, and it had been so easy. Men were like putty in her hands, and Melody felt so superior in her triumph. Then, when Harold pulled her thighs apart and positioned himself between her legs with his rigid prick poised at the entrance to her vagina, Melody suddenly realized the price she would have to pay for her victory. She didn't want him to fuck her. Melody never truly cared for fucking, and her cunt was already sore from the handle of the spoon.
"No, please. Not now," she said. "I don't want it now. We'll just call the bet off and forget it. Please!"
"Don't be coy with me," Harold said, holding his prick pressed against her cunt and rubbing it as hard as he could. "You won and I'll keep my bargain. You've got your raise, but I'm going to get my part by fucking you to death!"
"No, please, Mr. Stone. You don't understand. I don't like to fuck. Honestly. Please, no. NO! OOWWWWWWW!"
Harold ignored her and placed the head of his swollen cock in the entrance to her vagina, then shoved forward as hard as he could. It ripped into her with the force of his hips and Harold was pleased to find that she had a relatively tight cunt. Not as good as Mary's tiny shaft, but not all stretched out of shape by babies.
Melody was filled with both pain and revulsion as she felt his penis ram into her tender body. She remembered her stepfather, and had to swallow to keep from gagging. If only she could become excited and enjoy it! But no matter how much she tried, it was always the same. And this time it was worse because she hated herself for the filthy games she had been playing with the man.
Forcing herself to think logically, Melody realized that the only way to end this was to make him reach his climax as quickly as possible. She ground her hips against the couch with a rhythm that countered the piston-like strokes he was thrusting into her belly. She even brought her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back, then rode him with all the fury she could muster.
Why doesn't he come? Melody couldn't understand it. He had been fucking her as hard as he could for what seemed like ages. Why didn't he come! Maybe he's waiting for me, she thought. Melody increased her tempo and began beating her hands against his back.
"OOOoooohhhhh!" she groaned. "I'm commmminggggg!"
Harold's blood pounded in his ears and he felt his balls swell as the gorgeous blonde beneath him began to squirm and moan. He had intended fucking her in the ass for his climax, but he was too excited to stop now. Pulling his body up on his knees, he began thrusting into her with all of his strength. His thick shaft flew in and out of her tight canal, his balls bounced against the cheeks of her ass, and he rubbed his hairy chest against her upright nipples.
When he exploded, Harold's asshole puckered and strained. This second climax was even more consuming than the first-if that was possible-and he felt a sensation of pain as he strained to shoot what fluid was left in his body into her womb. Her legs were locked around his waist and she ground against his crotch as he spurted the thick juice up inside her. Then he slowly withdrew and collapsed on the couch, panting for breath.
"You didn't come," he said accusingly, as he finally caught his breath and sat up to look at Melody.
"Too much, I guess," she sighed, wanting him to get dressed and go away and leave her alone.
"I'll bet you never make it fucking," Harold continued, getting up and searching for his pipe in his coat pocket.
"I do," she protested, "but it's late and I'm a little tight and pretty tired. That's all."
"Knock it off, Melody," Harold said a little more sharply than he would have liked. "Basically, you're a cold woman."
"Look, you've had your ashes hauled, now why not get your ass out of here?"
"Is that any way to talk to your boss, Melody?"
"I don't give a shit, just get dressed and haul ass. You've got a lot of nerve calling me a cold woman after the way I've drained your nuts!"
Harold lighted his pipe and puffed thoughtfully a moment before crossing to sit on the arm of the couch.
"Know what I think?" Harold said pensively.
"No, and I don't care!"
"I think you're gay and won't admit it."
"Gay!"
"Yeah, a Lesbian. Just like Mrs. Waller and my aunt."
"Mrs. Waller!" Melody said incredulously.
"Sure, she's a titty sucker and pussy lapper from way back. She and my aunt used to have lunch at the Y together all the time, and Mrs. Waller is going to sample some of the young gals this year. How about you, Melody? You want some of that action? I dig it myself. The young ones have pure bodies and tight little snatches."
"You ... you've ... fucked your students?" Melody couldn't believe her ears. It was like a nightmare and she was certain she would awake any moment.
"Of course. That's my thing, Melody. Each of us has his own thing. Want to sample some of the young cunts? They're fresh, soft white skin, pink slits covered with silky fuzz. Delicious."
"You're kidding! You have to be kidding!"
"No, Melody, I'm perfectly serious."
"You beast! You miserable beast!" Melody screamed. "Get out of my sight! Now! As soon as Ralph comes back, we'll leave your filthy school."
"Simmer down, Melody. Maybe you don't want to face the truth about yourself. That's okay by me. And if you don't like what I've told you, that's your business. But you and your husband have signed a contract. If you pull out now, I'll see you never work in a school again! Just think about what I've told you. Talk to Ralph. He's a reasonable man, he'll see my point."
"Get out of here! GET OUT OF HERE!" Melody screamed, sobbing and holding her face in her hands.
Harold Stone smiled, picked up his clothes and slowly dressed.
"You'll have your hundred-dollar raise," he said as he walked to the door. "You've earned that. And if things get tight, maybe we can have another little session together." His laugh cut through Melody like a knife, and she sprang to her feet and searched for something to throw at him. But it was too late. The door closed behind his evil laughter and Melody slumped to the couch in tears.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Honey, calm down and try to make sense!"
"Ralph, I'm perfectly calm," Melody said as she tried to sort her mind. "And I thought I made sense."
"So far you've told me that you let Harold Stone lay you, that we're getting an extra hundred dollars a month because you're a whore, that Mrs. Waller is a bull-dyke Lesbian, that Harold Stone diddles his students, that Mrs. Waller breaks some of the girls into being little Lesbians, that she and Mr. Stone's aunt were gay lovers, and that Harold Stone thinks you're a Lesbian and wants you to lay some of the little girls. That makes sense?"
"But it does, Ralph! Maybe I haven't expressed myself well, but that's all true."
"Melody, you're hysterical."
"I'm not, Ralph, I swear I'm not. It all happened. Every bit of it! Why won't you believe me?"
"Well, if you insist it's all true, I suppose I'll have to. How about a drink while we try to sort this all out?"
"Anything. Strong. Something to relax me. I haven't slept since you left."
Ralph's mind ran in circles while he poured two double bourbons on the rocks. Unless Melody had cracked up, Ralph knew her well enough to know she was telling him exactly what she believed. He returned to the living room and handed her a drink.
"Okay," he said as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall, "let's take all this and analyze it. We'll take things one at a time. What's first?"
"Oh, God, I don't know. I suppose that I laid Harold Stone," Melody replied with a sigh. "It was the night you left. I was terribly blue and depressed and he came up here with a magnum of champagne...."
"A magnum?"
"I think that's what you call it. Anyway, it was the biggest bottle I've ever seen. We danced and I got tight. Then he made a pass at me and I took him up on it."
"Okay, so what? I laid a secretary in New York last night," Ralph said. "You and I have always believed in sexual freedom, and God only knows how many people we've both laid. So what was so special about Harold Stone?"
"I knew you'd say that," Melody replied with a sigh, "but it isn't that I feel guilty about laying him. It's ... it's my attitude. You see, I didn't want to lay him. He wasn't the least bit attractive to me, but I went ahead anyway. Then I deliberately led him into that bet about getting him hard again. I mean, Ralph, that's being a whore!"
"I'll admit that was out of character, but remember you were drunk. People do funny things when they're tight. Besides, the raise will help us. I'm sure that had something to do with why you did what you did."
"Oh, Ralph!"
"Be practical, honey," Ralph said softly. "Anyway, let's move on to the next thing."
"The fact that we're working for a bunch of weirdos?" Melody said sarcastically.
"Perhaps, but you're labeling. Now, take Mrs. Waller and Mr. Stone's aunt. What's so unusual about them being gay lovers? You've always felt that gay people had every right to their belief."
"I know, I know," she responded softly, "and I can't understand why that upset me so."
"After all, Melody, there are millions of homosexuals in the world. It's common, and there's nothing wrong with it. You've said so yourself a hundred times." He stood up and walked over to put his arm around his wife's shoulders. "You know, I think what dings you is Harold calling you a Lesbian. This is maybe a poor time to talk about it, but we should air it out. I've often wondered if you weren't gay."
"Ralph!"
"Well, it's true. Have you ever reasoned it out in your own mind? You don't like intercourse, isn't that true?"
"Does that make me a Lesbian?" she demanded, her body tense.
"Not necessarily, Melody, but it opens the door to it being possible. Surely you can see that. And if you are, what difference does it make? Have you thought that out?"
"Ralph, I don't want to talk about it!" Melody pushed his arm away and stood up to walk to the kitchen to refill her drink. She couldn't bring herself to tell him that she hadn't been able to think about anything else since that night-that Harold's words rang in her ears every moment of the night and day. She poured herself a triple and walked slowly back to the living room.
"Well, if you don't want to talk about it, what else is there?" Ralph said. "The fact that Mrs.
Waller plays with some of the girls and Mr. Stone lays the willing ones bothers you?"
"Yes, Ralph, it does. Doesn't it seem ugly and terrible to you?"
"Not really. Oh, I know there's supposed to be something sacred about the sex life of a kid. But a lot of that is Puritan bullshit. Kids are horny little human beings. At least some of them are. And the horny ones will haul their ashes with or without the help of an adult. You know that. The innocent ones won't, and no adult can make them. So if these two are seducing little girls, they're seducing the ones who want to be seduced. And if they don't, the kids will get it on their own."
"You honestly believe that?"
"Of course I believe it," Ralph countered, walking to the kitchen for a refill on his drink. "And if you're honest, you'll admit that it's true," he called as he poured the amber liquid into his glass.
"Would you lay a little girl, Ralph?" Melody asked, walking into the kitchen and sitting on the stool by the sink.
"Yes. Sure I would, if the little girl wanted to be laid and I was attracted to her. After all, I'm fixed so I can't knock a female up, so that danger isn't present. And I think in some cases it does a lot of good."
"My God, how?"
"If the adult knows what he is doing, he can teach the child all the joys of sex without creating some of the stupid hang-ups they get in the bathroom or the back seat of a car. You've had basic psychology and you know how tied up in knots an individual can become from some stupid concept of sex gained at an early, impressionable age."
Melody stood up and shrugged her shoulders. Ralph's argument was in a way valid, she knew that. Yet it still seemed wrong, dirty and ugly. "Then you don't think we should leave Heavenly Hills?" she asked, leaning in the doorway to the living room.
"No, Melody, we can't leave. Not until we complete our term contract. He has us where he wants us."
"Even if we exposed him for what he is?"
"And how could we prove it? It would be our word against his, and he'd win. You know what something like that would look like on our records. If we leave, we cash in on our teaching careers, believe me."
Melody knew he was right, no one would ever believe them. She walked slowly into the living room and slumped down in the large chair.
"Oh, Ralph, I'm so miserable!"
"I know you are, honey. Look, I think we have to stay."
"That's easy for you to say."
"Sure, but I also believe that if you bury yourself in your work you'll be able to work this out. And do us both a favor and read up on sexual psychology. Maybe you'll find the answer there."
"I don't have much choice, do I?"
"You can leave if you want."
"Alone?"
"I don't think I can give up my teaching career, Melody. It's all I have."
"I'm sorry, Ralph. Really I am. I don't mean to put our marriage to a test. This is my own ghost, and I'll have to learn to live with it."
"Or destroy it, and I'll help you all I can."
"But if that ugly bastard comes near me again, I'll kill him. I swear I will, Ralph."
"I'll talk to him and tell him I know everything. Clear the air, and let him know where you stand. Don't worry, he won't bother you again."
CHAPTER SIX
The term began and Melody found herself so busy she was completely exhausted at night. She was grateful for the heavy workload that eased her personal tension, and she dedicated herself to her tasks with a certain amount of enthusiasm. She even accepted a certain amount of supervisory responsibility which was not a part of her position. Ralph complained that she would work herself into a nervous breakdown, but Melody assured him she felt much better when every minute of her day was occupied.
Other members of the staff at Heavenly Hills were not as content with their workloads, and the first staff meeting, one week after the beginning of the fall term, was a stormy confrontation for Harold Stone. He argued only half-heartedly, for he knew that the school was overcrowded and that the supervision problems were too much for the present staff. The girls were talking long into the night, smoking, playing pranks on the younger girls, failing to keep their rooms neat and clean, and becoming rebellious. Several of the girls, Harold suspected, were smoking marijuana. The cook told him they had tried to get her to add some "special herbs" to some brownies she was making.
He agreed with Mrs. Waller that they needed at least two people for strictly supervisory work with the girls. And it was obvious that some of the girls needed to be split up, but Harold wanted a hand in that. He'd already spotted several likely candidates for his own special brand of sex education. As the conference came to an end, Harold announced that he would accept the staff's recommendation and hire at least one, and perhaps two, assistants to help with supervision.
Thirteen local women answered his ad, and he carefully interviewed them all, finally selecting a forty-seven-year-old divorcee who looked like a strict disciplinarian, yet whose personal morals were questionable in Harold's judgment. The woman had left the door open wide for an affair with Harold, which told him he might be able to control her. He certainly didn't want to lay her, but he wanted to be certain she would give him no trouble if she happened to learn of his little sport with the students.
"Well let Mrs. Jones take care of the problem girls," he told Mrs. Waller as they sat going over the list the next evening. "By giving her the west wing and transferring the ones who make trouble over there, we should be able to establish some order. Lord knows, we have a few bad apples this year!"
"It's those ads you ran. I knew this would happen," Cary Waller retorted.
"But you'll agree that if we can handle it, we'll have solved the problem of the school making money. Now, you've been closer to the girls than I have. Where are our real trouble spots?"
"Well, let's see," Cary replied, taking her pencil and starting down the list. "This Adams girl wets the bed...."
"How old is she?"
"Nine...."
"Let's skip over the younger ones. I think Miss Mellon and Miss Carter can handle them. The problems I'm referring to Eire rebellious in nature."
"Well, what about the Andrews girl? She's the one who took the marijuana to the kitchen."
"We're not sure it was marijuana, Mrs. Waller, but I agree. Put the Andrews girl in Mrs. Jones' wing."
"And Dora Wilkenson, she's the one who put the saran wrap on the toilets. The girls wet all over themselves. And the Conner girl. The Conner sisters are pretty bad, too. And Jane Burnett...."
"Transfer them all. I agree."
"What about Sylvia Southwood? And Catherine Abbott?"
Harold stood up and walked to the desk for his pipe. "Not Sylvia. She's a little wild, I'll admit, but I have an idea she might just be a playmate for me, Mrs. Waller. And Cathy, well ... You should study Cathy, Mrs. Waller. She's a terribly quiet girl, and, unless I miss my guess, Cathy might be a perfect companion for you."
They finished the list in a tacit peace, but Cary Waller was disturbed as she returned to her room. She had tried to hide from what Harold Stone had said during the summer, pushing it strongly out of her mind each time she felt it creeping in. And now here it was again. She and Reda Stone had enjoyed a marvelous relationship, and every time Cary thought about the exciting things they had done to each other she shivered with desire and delight. Yet she knew she was too old to seek a new lover. Who would have her? Who indeed?
"Mr. Stone wants these girls changed tonight," Mrs. Waller told Miss Mellon. "I'd appreciate it if you would give me a hand in getting them settled."
"Glad to," Miss Mellon replied with her usual enthusiasm. "Who will be den mother to these monsters?"
"A Mrs. Jones. Mr. Stone hired her this afternoon and she's down fixing up her room in the west wing."
"I wish her luck!"
"She'll need it with a couple of these," Mrs. Waller agreed, "but a little strict discipline might straighten them up in no time. Let's get started with the girls. Girls being transferred from the west wing over here will be arriving any minute."
For a while everything was complete confusion as girls moved in and out of rooms. Friends helped them carry their clothes and personal belongings, and the two women kept a mild form of order in the halls. Assignments got mixed up and Mrs. Waller had to make a room by room tour to make sure the girls who had come over from the west wing were in the correct rooms. She dismissed Miss Mellon as she moved to the last three rooms on the hall.
Mrs. Waller heard the sounds of sobbing as she approached the last door on the hall. She listened for a moment and then knocked softly. The sobbing stopped and she heard someone blowing their nose.
"Come in," said a soft voice.
Cary opened the door and walked in. "Why, Catherine, I didn't know this was your room."
"It wasn't. They moved me here tonight, Mrs. Waller," the girl said with a dejected look. "Two girls who moved over from the west wing wanted to room together, and Miss Mellon asked me if I minded moving down here to let them have my room." Tears welled in her eyes and began to leak onto her cheeks.
"Well, there's no reason to be so sad, Catherine," Cary said, taking a fresh Kleenex out of her pocket and crossing over to sit beside the young girl on the bed. She was deeply touched by the girl's sadness. And Catherine was such a pretty child with gleaming auburn hair that hung below her waist, pale green eyes that usually gave her the appearance of enjoying a private joke, and pearl-white skin, soft and delicate to the touch. "Are you afraid to be alone?"
"No, ma'am. At least I don't think so."
"Who was your roommate, Catherine?"
"Susan Andrews."
"And you liked her?"
"Oh yes! She was so nice, and so much fun. She made me feel alive. And everybody liked her. We always had a crowd in our room. Why did they move her, Mrs. Waller?"
"Well, you dab your eyes with this and I'll try to explain." She handed the girl the Kleenex and watched her rub the tears from her cheeks and eyes. Catherine's face promised great beauty when she matured. She had high cheekbones which accentuated the soft oval shape of her face, and her lips were full and perfectly curved without being sensuous. Catherine reminded Cary of Maureen O'Hara. Even in her body. She was only twelve, but her breasts were already larger than many women's ever become. Yet there wasn't an ounce of fat on the girl. She had a tiny waist that flared out to full hips which were well-rounded without being heavy. Her legs were long and tapered, and she had tiny feet.
"You see, Catherine...."
"Call me Cathy, please, Mrs. Waller. All the kids do."
"All right, Cathy. Susan has been somewhat of a problem the past few days, and we felt that perhaps if we moved her where she could have more direct supervision, she could avoid getting into serious trouble."
"But the things she has done have been harmless. She didn't mean harm."
"We know, Cathy, and we know that Susan is basically a good girl. We just want to give her a chance to make good. We all like Susan just the way you do, and maybe if she's good we can bring her back over to this wing again soon."
"And would she be my roommate again?"
"We'll see. I think that might be arranged. Now do you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you. Mrs. Waller ... I ... "
"What is it, Cathy?"
"I ... I guess I am afraid of sleeping alone. I've never slept alone in my life. At home, I slept with my sister and we kept the light on all night...."
"Would you like me to sleep with you?" Cary asked, her breath catching in her throat and her hands trembling in her lap.
"Would you? Oh, I mean if it isn't any inconvenience for you."
Something deep inside Cary told her to jump up and run, but she couldn't move her body. Her eyes were fixed on the lovely child's full body heaving beneath her flannel pajamas, and Cary knew the sensation coursing through her body was lust.
"But there's only one bed," Cary said, making a last bid to free herself from something she dreaded.
"I don't take up much room," Cathy said, jumping up and placing herself on the very edge of the bed to emphasize her point. "Please, Mrs. Waller. I have strange dreams that scare me sometimes."
"Well, all right, Cathy. Just this once, though. You take off those pajamas and make ready for bed while I make a last check in the hall."
"What?"
"You don't sleep in those pajamas, do you?"
Cary threw over her shoulder in what she hoped was a casual voice. "No wonder you have bad dreams. The heat of the garment isn't good for your sleeping body, dear. Always sleep naked. That's the key to good health." She opened the door and stepped quickly into the hall, breathing a sigh of relief that Cathy hadn't wanted to argue.
Cary Waller could hardly control the trembling of her hands as she opened the door to her room and stepped quickly inside. She stripped quickly and pulled on her bathrobe and slippers. She knew she should stop and think, but Cary was now ruled by something far more powerful than her mind. It had been so long, so terribly long. She closed her door firmly and walked silently down the hall to let herself in at Cathy's door.
Cathy was in the bathroom and heard Mrs. Waller let herself into the room. She was so glad she had Mrs. Waller, such a fine woman! Cathy thought of her as a mother. Not her mean stepmother-her real mother. The one who had loved her so much that she had died so that Cathy could be born. That's what her father told her, and Cathy had a picture of her beautiful mother she carried near her heart in a locket her father had given her for her tenth birthday. Cathy knew she was silly to be afraid to be alone, but she couldn't help it. She'd been alone too much in her life.
What she'd told Mrs. Waller about sleeping with her sister at home was a lie. Cathy had no sister, and she'd always slept alone. But since she'd been here at school she'd had Susan in her room. Those eight wonderful days. No more loneliness. Kids in the room all the time, and Susan to talk to at night.
Cathy finished brushing her teeth and put her toothbrush away. Then she pulled off her flannel pajamas. She was embarrassed about letting Mrs. Waller see her naked, but Cathy knew the older woman knew what was best. Besides, like Susan said, it was time Cathy grew up. She turned out the light in the bathroom and walked into the room.
Cary was under the covers and pretended to be reading a magazine as Cathy walked in from the bathroom. But her eyes fixed on Cathy's beautiful body and wouldn't move. She followed Cathy's movements and saw the young girl blush, but she couldn't take her eyes off the gorgeous body parading before her. Those boobs, like large, ripe pears. So full and firm, and crested with fresh strawberries for nipples. And the girl's skin, like pure cream without a blemish. Just a silken tuft of bright red hair curled teasingly over her mound, and the lips of her vulva were covered with a small growth of red fuzz.
Cary was on the outside of the bed and Cathy had to climb over her. As she did, her breasts swung free and the lips of her pussy opened slightly, and Cary felt her pulse double. Then, when Cathy climbed under the covers and her soft skin rubbed against Cary's naked body, Cary had to grit her teeth to keep from trembling with excitement.
They talked for a few moments and Cary was careful not to move. She knew if she touched the child she would rape her immediately. Her entire system was filled with lust, and it was all she could do to talk in an even voice.
"We'd better go to sleep now, Cathy. It's late and you have classes in the morning."
"Yes ma'am. Do you want me to turn the light out?"
"You said you like a light, and it doesn't bother me. So we'll leave it on." Cary didn't want the light out. She wanted to see every inch of this child's body.
"Good night, then," Cary said softly, kissing Mrs. Waller on the cheek.
"Good night, Cathy dear."
The next thirty minutes were a living hell for Cary Waller. She listened to the twelve-year-old child's breathing carefully. And when she knew Cathy was asleep, she waited an additional fifteen minutes to be certain the child was in a deep slumber. During that time Cary Waller did not move.
When she was at last certain of Cathy's deep trance, Cary reached out and gently began caressing the child's shoulder. It was to reassure her, prepare her for the contact to come. Cathy sighed and moved closer to the older woman's body. Smiling, Cary dropped her hand to the child's breast. At first, she cupped and caressed it very lightly, the blood in her own body raging and pounding against her skin. Then she rolled the firm little nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began rubbing and teasing it. She was gentle and took great patience and time, in an effort not to awaken the young girl, and satisfaction poured through her as Cathy began to squirm and her nipple became erect and hard beneath Cary's fingers. Cathy murmured, sighing in contentment as Cary kept up her adroit manipulation of her breast and sensitive nipple.
Using great care, Cary pulled the covers back from the child's sleeping body. As she looked at the innocent naked form before her, Cary had to rub her own mound to satisfy momentarily the growing itch in her loins. She leaned over and let her tongue lightly cover the surface of Cathy's young breast, allowing it to linger over the luscious nipple for a long moment. Then she covered Cathy's nipple with her mouth and began sucking and licking gently.
Cary couldn't believe how hot and demanding her body had become. It had been too long, much too long, and her desires were every bit as strong now as they ever had been. Perhaps even stronger. Or was it this gorgeous, young, nubile girl?
Cathy was moaning and sighing steadily now, and Cathy smiled as she saw the young girl's hand reach down between her legs. So she knew about playing with herself, did she? Well, if Cary's plan worked, she wouldn't have to play with herself any more at all! Cary increased the tempo of her sucking and let her hand drop to Cathy's crotch. Gently, very gently, she began pushing the child's thighs apart.
When she had Cathy's legs spread, Cary moved down and placed herself between the twelve-year-old's thighs. Her hands trembling with anticipation, she leaned forward and brought the tips of her fingers to the thin lips of Cathy's pussy. As she spread them, Cary noted with satisfaction that they were covered with drops of moisture. She was excited, Cary sighed to herself as she brought her head to the child's crotch. Her hungry lips fastened on Cathy's labia, and her starving tongue slipped between the folds of tender flesh and sought the tiny button hidden above the child's vaginal opening. The taste of Cathy's virginal, young sex sent Cary's mind reeling. It was like eating honey from a comb!
Cathy thought she was having one of her strange dreams. Her entire body seemed to be tingling and hot, and something strange was happening to her secret place. It felt so good! She could hear her heart beat and it scared her. It sounded like it was a racing locomotive. She pictured herself warm and comfortable on a soft white cloud, floating through space with her lovely mother at her side.
But the pounding of her heart became louder and louder and the thing that was happening to her secret place was driving her crazy.
Suddenly her eyes flew open and the light rushed in. It scared her, and she had to force herself to remember where she was. She was about to sit up when she saw Mrs. Waller on her knees between her legs. Cathy wanted to scream. Mrs. Waller had her face buried in Cathy's most intimate place, and she could feel her kissing her there.
The child didn't know what to do. What was Mrs. Waller doing to her? What would she say if she knew Cathy was awake? And it felt so good. Cathy knew it was naughty, but it was so exciting. She decided to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep. It wasn't right, but Cathy didn't want her to stop.
Cary Waller glanced up and saw the child's eyes open. Good, she's awake and enjoying it. Cary let her tongue flutter against Cathy's erect clitoris like the wings of a hummingbird. Cathy's body squirmed and she moaned softly. When Cary looked up, the child's eyes were closed and she was pretending to be asleep. Cary used her hummingbird treatment until Cathy's innocent body was writhing, then she suddenly stopped and pulled her head away from the child's crotch.
Cathy wanted to die! Why did Mrs. Waller stop? Her eyes opened and she blushed when she found Mrs. Waller staring straight into her eyes.
"Do you like that, Cathy dear?"
"Oh ... oh, yes. What were you doing?"
"Kissing you down there, Cathy. Because I love you."
"But isn't that wrong ... I mean...."
"Of course not, silly," Cary said lightly. "We're both girls. It isn't wrong when girls do that to each other. Only when a boy does it to a girl if they're not married. But if you don't like it, I'll stop."
"Oh no! I mean, if you love me and want to, I guess it's all right. After all, we're both girls, like you say."
Cary smiled in triumph. It had been easier than she thought. The child was so pure and innocent, almost totally naive. Now she would take this divine creature to a land she never dreamed of. Dropping her face again to the child's crotch, she licked the length of Cathy's young slit. Her tongue coursed the thin lips of the child's vulva and then darted in between the soft folds of tender flesh and drove beyond the entrance to her vagina. Curling her tongue to make it rigid, she probed an inch inside Cathy's vagina, rubbing the walls in the exciting way Reda Stone had taught her.
Cathy knew she should close her eyes, but she couldn't take her gaze away from the lovely head moving between her thighs. No matter what Mrs. Waller said, Cathy knew this must be naughty. Nothing in life that felt this good could be. right. Her young body was burning up, and she wondered if Mrs. Waller would become angry if she reached up and fondled her boobs. They were so warm and the nipples almost ached. She didn't care, she had to do something to her breasts.
"Here, Cathy, let me do that for you," Mrs. Waller said, firmly removing Cathy's hands from her breasts and taking one in each of hej own hands to roll the nipples between her fingers while her mouth continued its hungry ravaging of the twelve-year-old cunt.
"Oh! Oh! OH! Gosh! GEEEEE! AAaaahhhh!"
Cathy moaned as her body writhed out of control across the width of the bed. Her youthful orgasm gripped her so that her entire body trembled and quaked. She bit her lip and flailed her head back and forth across the pillow as Mrs. Waller's demanding mouth gave her no mercy. She wanted it to last forever, and she clasped her hands over the older woman's hands gripping her breasts and held tight.
Mrs. Waller was beyond herself in excitement. She locked her hungry lips tightly against Cathy's virginal cunt and sucked for all she was worth. When Cathy climaxed, Mrs. Waller drove her tongue deep up the virginal vagina and nuzzled the young girl's clitoris as hard as she could with her nose. Her fingers were rolling and pulling on the tender young nipples, and the touch of Cathy's hands on top of hers made Cary's head pound with desire.
She felt it coming. The child's body quivered and spasmed, then a discharge flowed from the virginal cunt into Mrs. Waller's greedy mouth. It was small, but Cary was glad Cathy was one of the rare females who discharged. Her tongue lapped and lapped to catch every last exciting drop as the girl writhed and squirmed on the bed.
Then Cary moved up and held the girl tenderly in her arms. They remained that way for long minutes, and Cary felt the itch in her body grow as she became more and more aware of the nubile body pressing so tightly against her. She wiggled so that their breasts touched, and the nipples rubbed against each other.
"Oh, Mrs. Waller, I love you so," Cathy said softly, cuddling as close as she could to the older woman.
Cary pulled Cathy's young face up and planted her lips against those of the twelve-year-old virgin.
She darted her tongue out and began running it along the edges of Cathy's full lips, then pressed until Cathy's young mouth opened. When their tongues met, Cary had to fight to control her excitement. She cupped a youthful tit in her hand and rubbed and caressed it until she felt the virginal nipple quiver and come to life. Cathy pulled closer and rubbed her nubile body against the older woman as her passion grew.
"Do you want me to kiss you again, Cathy?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Do you love me, too, Cathy?"
"Oh yes! I love you very much."
"Then, don't you want to kiss me that way, too?"
Cathy hesitated for a moment. She was frightened because she didn't know what to do. It was all so new to her.
"I don't ... know ... how," she stuttered.
"Just do what I do, Cathy dear," Mrs. Waller said softly, pulling their bodies apart and turning Cathy over on her back. As soon as she had Cathy stretched out with her legs spread wide apart, Mrs. Waller climbed over her and straddled the gorgeous young body, with her knees pressed tightly against Cathy's sides. She pulled the petals of the young girl's virginal cunt apart with her fingers and quickly darted her tongue inside. She flicked it against the tiny clitoris and smiled when she felt Cathy quiver. Then she began lowering her body to bring her crotch down to Cathy's young face.
Cathy swam in the electric delights which flooded through her young, innocent body. How could anything be so wonderful? Was this what Susan meant about growing up and being more mature? Would Susan do this with her? Her entire body was tingling when she opened her eyes and saw Mrs. Waller's pussy descending on her face.
It was so hairy! A mass of black curly hair tinged here and there with streaks of light gray. And the thick lips. They reminded Cathy of an open valise.
She panicked for a moment, and the ugliness of the pubic jungle approaching her mouth gave the young girl goose pimples. But she wanted to give Mrs. Waller the same wonderful feeling the older woman was giving her. She wanted to make her skin catch fire and have the rockets go off behind her eyes.
The odor of Mrs. Waller's sex excited Cathy. It smelled ... well, naughty! She closed her eyes just as the thick, matted pubic area touched her face. Fighting back her panic, Cathy slowly opened her mouth and forced her tongue out between her lips. Tentatively, she began to explore the damp jungle which completely covered her young face. Cathy realized that all she could do was imitate what Mrs. Waller was doing to her, so she slid her young tongue inside the thick cuntal lips of the older woman and began searching for that secret little button which gave a woman so much joy.
Mrs. Waller's heart beat so rapidly as she felt the child's tongue enter her cunt, that she was afraid she might have a heart attack. In her entire life she had never experienced anything so exciting! Even in their wildest moments, she had never reached anything like this with Reda Stone.
Cary set the pace, finding that Cathy immediately copied everything she did. It was, in a way, like being able to eat yourself! She let her tongue roam the sweet, virginal young cunt with abandon, and she buried her nose in the entrance to Cathy's womb as she nibbled and chewed lightly on the delicious meat of her young clitoris.
They both climaxed three times before they fell into an exhausted sleep, and Cary woke the young girl at three in the morning to again eat her to a fantastic orgasm. By dawn, it was all they could do to pull themselves out of bed. They ached, but it was the most beautiful, satisfying ache either had ever experienced.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sylvia Southwood had a reputation in Peoria, Illinois, her hometown. The boys called her PT, claiming she was the biggest prick teaser in the city. And naturally Sylvia's reputation soon began circulating among the girls and eventually reached the parents. It was all the more believable because Sylvia was a beautiful girl with a very sexy figure. She was tiny, just barely five feet tall, and had matured in body not long after she began menstruating at the age of eleven. By the time she was thirteen, Sylvia looked like a miniature Raquel Welch. Her breasts sat high on her chest and were full and pointed. Her buttocks had a saucy tilt which Sylvia managed to exaggerate by swaying as she walked, and her legs were perfectly formed.
She had long black hair which hung to her waist, and her face was an artist's dream. Heart-shaped and perfectly proportioned, it reminded one of a cross between the Spanish Madonnas and an Ingress imp.
Sylvia's behavior contributed to her reputatipn. Secretly, she hated all men, but she delighted in teasing them, flirting, displaying her body provocatively, even petting until the boy was beside himself with desire. Then she would leave him high and dry, laughingly delighting in his pained frustration. Sylvia knew people thought she was a slut, and she delighted in that, too. She never denied anything they threw at her, always mocking them with an enigmatic smile.
At the end of their patience, her parents decided to bundle her off to a private girls' boarding school. Sylvia accepted her fate calmly, but when she arrived at Heavenly Hills she recognized with a certain amount of bitterness that her entire life style would have to change. There were no boys to tease and torture, and Sylvia hardly knew what to do with her time. In fact, there were only a few males on the entire staff. Sylvia noted the gleam in the headmaster's eye her second day at Heavenly Hills, and she immediately set out to tease him. It was to her only a small game to help break the boredom of her new routine.
Harold Stone watched Sylvia carefully that first week, and his imagination went wild when he pictured her in Mary's place visiting his studio every night. This one was twice as sexy, and look at that body, he told himself daily.
Setting up an elaborate ruse, Harold summoned Sylvia to his study the afternoon after the girls settled into their new rooms. He took great pains to make it at a time when the rest of the staff and students would be busy, and he arranged the room to keep the young girl completely off balance psychologically during the early part of their interview.
Sylvia was a little frightened as she went to the headmaster's office. She knew that her teasing had had its effect, because she had seen him watching her body almost constantly, but Sylvia was worried that she might be in trouble over the marijuana she had brought to Heavenly Hills. She'd done it as a joke, a prank, because she never used it herself, and now she feared that some of the girls might have carried it all too far and the headmaster knew that it was her responsibility.
Harold let her in the study and kept her standing in the center of the room while he pretended to finish reading and signing some papers. It was all part of his calculated routine, and he knew the girl was terribly uncomfortable. Finally, he turned, and without inviting her to be seated, began talking to her about her home, her studies, and her first week at Heavenly Hills. As they talked, Harold took in her entire body. She wore a tight sweater and a very short miniskirt. Her legs entranced him. Harold felt he had never seen such a set of beautiful legs in his life.
Sylvia saw his eyes undressing her and gained confidence. Even if he did know, she thought she would be able to tease him along and make him forget the marijuana incident.
"May I sit down, Mr. Stone?" she asked with her enigmatic smile beaming a wealth of mysteries at him.
"Certainly, Sylvia," Harold replied, pretending to be embarrassed by the oversight in his courtesy.
Sylvia chose the sofa directly opposite the headmaster and sat as far back as possible. She let her miniskirt hike up to a point where it barely covered her young pubic area. It was obvious that he could see her sheer panties, and that was exactly what Sylvia wanted as she left her thighs provocatively apart.
"Sylvia," Harold began softly, "I'm sure you know that there has been some marijuana circulating among the girls this week. This is terribly serious, and I'm afraid I will have to contact the police. As you undoubtedly know, marijuana is against the law. We can't have anything like this here at Heavenly Hills."
He knows! Sylvia's mind raced over the possibilities. He's telling me he'll have me arrested and thrown in jail. For once in her young life, Sylvia Southwood actually regretted something she had done. What in the world made her bring that marijuana to school?
"It...."
"Yes, Sylvia?"
"It was all a prank, Mr. Stone. Honestly. I had no idea this would happen. I've never touched the stuff myself. Honestly."
What in the world was she trying to tell him, Harold wondered? Was she the one who brought it to Heavenly Hills? Harold couldn't believe his good fortune. Why, he'd have her eating out of his hand and conquer the pot problem all in one swoop!
"Oh?" he said softly, using his silent technique to allow the student to tell her story.
"I admit I brought it to school," she said, deciding that she would have to tell the truth and use every ounce of ingenuity to talk her way out of this mess. She kicked off her loafers and pulled her legs up on the sofa, arranging her body in a starlet pose with her legs stretched out and her skirt raised to her waist so that her sheer panties and crotch were in plain view. She even propped her elbows behind her so that her youthful breasts jutted out even more. "But it was just a joke," she continued. "A bad one, I guess. I had no idea the girls really used the stuff, or that it would make trouble. It was just a little bit, Mr. Stone, very little."
Harold saw the invitation she was giving him with her pose, and couldn't believe his luck was so good. There was no use prolonging it. The invitation was plain enough, and Harold's body was filled with a pounding lust for this dainty morsel. He rose and walked slowly over to the couch, making no effort to conceal the bulging hard-on trying to burst through the fabric of his slacks.
"How much, Sylvia?" he asked as he sat beside her on the sofa and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Half a ki," she murmured, pleased to see him react to her tease. She knew she would have to let him pet her, cop a few good feels, as the girls said, but she was certain it would get her out of a bad situation. She moistened her lips and smiled at him. "That's not very much, and I think I can get at least half of it back and bring it to you."
"You certainly are a gorgeous little girl," Harold remarked, running his hand across her soft cheek. "It would be a shame to send you to jail."
"You wouldn't do that, would you?" she asked in her smallest voice.
"I'd hate to," he replied, dropping his hand boldly to her breast and cupping it in his palm. He squeezed and let his fingers begin rubbing the nipple which pressed against the tight sweater. When she didn't protest, Harold leaned down and placed his lips against hers. His tongue found her warm mouth open as it darted out between his lips, and an ache began throbbing in his testicles.
He's just like all males, Sylvia said to herself with a little disgust as she let his tongue roam around in her mouth and felt his heavy hand on her breast. Teasingly, she placed her young arms around his neck and returned his kiss with pretended passion.
Harold was overjoyed, but a cloud covered part of his pleasure. The way she was reacting, it was doubtful she was a virgin. And Harold delighted in virgins, breaking them in and teaching them to love all the things of sex he liked. He brushed this fear away, telling himself that it wasn't important. There were other girls he could train, and tonight he would let this one carry him through passion canyon.
His hand dropped from her breast to her legs. He caressed her young thighs and then brought his sensitive fingers up to her crotch. Tracing the outline of her slit through the sheer nylon panties, Harold kissed her as passionately as he knew how. He delighted in the way her body squirmed under his touch, and he slid his fingers under the elastic leg band of her panties and brought it to the soft folds of her cuntal lips.
This has gone far enough, Sylvia told herself as she felt his finger begin prying the lips of her sex apart. No boy had ever touched her bare skin like this. He'd had his feel, now he could go jack that nasty thing off in the bathroom.
"Oh, Mr. Stone," she gasped, breaking their hot kiss, "we can't do this! Why, I'm still a minor, and you're an older man. It just isn't right." That should cut him down, she laughed to herself.
"The law is strange, Sylvia," Harold remarked, keeping his probing finger inside her panties. So all of this was a tease, he told himself. If she hadn't admitted her part in the pot, he'd have to quit right now. "The public is so worried about drugs right now that they're cracking down very severely. Possession is one thing, but supplying is far more serious. A girl who brought it to school and distributed it might get as much as five years in a reformatory."
"You know what they do to men who molest children, Mr. Stone?" Sylvia said desperately. This wasn't going at all the way she had planned.
"Yes, but I wonder if they'd believe a girl who was caught with marijuana and turned in by the man she accused," he smiled, digging his finger between the lips of her cunt and inserting it in the entrance to her virginal vagina.
"Ow!" she screamed. "Stop that, you filthy old man!"
"Sylvia, my dear," Harold said calmly, forcing her arm to the couch as she tried to slap his face, "I'm going to fuck you silly tonight. And if you're a good girl, I'll try to forget about the marijuana."
"Never, you filthy bastard! NEVER!" Sylvia was truly panicked. Never had a man placed his finger inside her, and she hated the crude intrusion of her young body. The blood rushed to her head and she began to fight. She pushed him away from her with amazing strength and leaped up from the sofa to run toward the door. Anticipating her move, Harold was after her in a flash. He caught her halfway across the room and jerked her arm behind her back. Sylvia turned and swung at him with her free arm. She hit him on the neck and managed to rake her fingernails across his flesh.
Harold lost his temper and hit her in the stomach with his doubled fist. He heard the air rush out of her lungs and saw her double over in pain. But when he bent over to see if she was truly suffering, Sylvia kicked him as hard as she could and missed his balls only by a fraction of an inch. Harold's hand shot out to protect himself and Sylvia swooped down and sank her teeth into the flesh of Harold's wrist.
Blood began oozing from the two points where her teeth broke his skin, and Harold lost his temper completely. He swung hard at her face and his fist connected with her chin in a glancing blow that sent her flying to the floor. He quickly loosened his belt and pulled it free of his pants, and began whistling it through the air above her body.
Sylvia saw it coming and then felt the burning sting as it lashed her exposed thighs. She cried out, but he wouldn't stop, and the belt left welts up and down her legs. Suddenly he threw the belt aside and reached down and grabbed her by the hair and jerked her to her feet to propel her toward the couch.
"Now take your clothes off, you bitch," he commanded. When she hesitated and stared at him defiantly, Harold picked up the belt. "I'll whip the skin off your body if you don't do exactly as I say!"
The belt whistled through the air and lashed hard against Sylvia's bottom. When she saw his arm raise again, Sylvia knew he meant what he said. She began slowly pulling her sweater over her head.
"Faster!" Harold commanded, raising the belt once more.
Sylvia moved quickly to avoid another stinging lash. She dropped her sweater to the floor and unfastened the catch on her bra. Then she unhooked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties even as she stepped out of her skirt, and she stood before him completely naked and helpless.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a tiny voice, her entire body trembling in fear.
"Make a woman out of you," Harold replied, motioning her to stretch out on the couch while he quickly pulled his clothes off.
Sylvia gasped when she saw his thick penis spring free of his underpants and stand straight out before his muscular body. It was so huge! He couldn't put that inside her body! And ugly. A tear seemed to hang from the tip like a tiny icicle.
"No, no-please," she begged as he walked up to her and stood above her body. "I'll do anything, but not this-please."
Hearing her beg like this added to Harold's excitement. And when he saw the look of revulsion on her face as she stared at his cock, he couldn't resist bending down and smearing the tip against her tear-streaked face. She shuddered and pulled away, trying to press her body into the back of the sofa, but Harold followed her, kneeling on the sofa and crudely grabbing her full breasts in his hands. He squeezed them hard and she cried out. When he laughed, she grabbed his hand with renewed strength and tried to bite him again.
" Harold was amazed at himself. She had turned him into a brute animal. He pulled his hand away and brought the other in a mighty arc that sent the flat of his hand crashing into her cheek.
"Your teasing days are over, you little bitch!" he snapped, grabbing her shoulders and turning her over flat on her back. When she resisted, he slapped her twice, and his blood raced as he saw the tears streaming down her red face. Then he positioned himself between her straining thighs and quickly brought his raging cock to the entrance of her vagina. Before she could move, Harold reared back and thrust against her helpless body with all his might.
"AAAAUuuuuugggghhhhh!" she screamed as she felt his penis batter its way into her body. The pain caused her vision to blur, and she struggled to free her young body.
Harold held her arms pinned behind her head and jerked his cock hard into her. It moved by fractions of an inch, and the friction hurt his sensitive member, but he was beyond pain as he ravaged this beast of a child-woman. He even loved the way she struggled, and every time she moved, he managed to sink his prick a little deeper into her helpless belly. Then he withdrew slowly and poised his cock at the entrance to her vagina, and with a cruel thrust of his hips sent it racing up her. This time he reached her hymen and was overjoyed to find that Sylvia was a virgin.
Sylvia was sobbing and tears blurred her vision completely as she struggled with every ounce of energy she had against this rape of her virginity. The pain was unbearable and the thought of the dirty, filthy thing he was doing to her made her want to vomit.
"AAAiiiiEEEEE!" she screamed as he pierced her hymen with a sharp thrust, and pain seared all the way to her brain. Her body arched and Harold sent his weapon raging all the way up her. Sylvia felt his hairy balls scrape against her ass and she couldn't believe this terribly filthy thing was actually happening to her. Mustering her final strength, she spit at him.
Harold ignored her and concentrated on the ache in his groin. Her cunt was even tighter than Mary's! It was all he could do to move his cock in and out as he began fucking her with a sawing motion. It felt like he had his prick caught in a vise!
Sylvia almost lost consciousness as the pain in her vagina seared through her body and set each nerve ending ablaze. Somehow, she would make him pay for the way he was torturing and humiliating her! Then gradually the pain began to subside and her muscles relaxed. She stopped gritting her teeth as a new sensation began to take hold in her young body. Sylvia couldn't define it because she had never experienced anything like it before in her young life.
It was a fire-a hot, blazing fire-but it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt good! Sylvia fought it at first, cursing her body for reacting to this disgusting thing that was happening to it. But soon she was unable to control herself. The fire was raging through her without mercy. Her breasts, her nipples, even the tips of her fingers were consumed with this unbelievable new pleasure.
Harold saw it happen and smiled to himself. He watched her nipples become hard and even more pointed as her breasts heaved up and down, saw her body begin to quiver and quake as he set up a firm fucking movement that kept his prick racing in and out of her tight canal, watched her face change from hate and disgust to love and hedonic pleasure, and he knew he had one of the hottest bitches in the world on his hands.
"AAAAhhhhhhh!" she sighed as her body began to quiver and spasm. "OOOOOoooohhhh! Now! NOW! AAAAaaaaiiiieeee!" Her body arched up and she ground her pubic mound against Harold's as she exploded into a mass of electric sparks.
Harold met her stroke for stroke, his balls flapping against her ass in a loud slapping sound that seemed to set their tempo. His ache was overpowering, all consuming, and he dug his toes into the fabric of the couch and pounded her without mercy. His prick exploded as she arched her body at the height of her orgasm, and Harold felt his cum racing into her womb. He flooded her, his cock jerking and pumping as his testicles expanded and contracted, until he fell on top of her, completely drained and weak.
They both drifted off into an untroubled sleep, Harold's prick still lodged in Sylvia's thirteen-year-old cunt. He awoke first and she stirred beneath him as he slowly withdrew his limp penis.
"NO!" she protested sleepily. "I want more!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Although they were quiet and circumspect about it, Ralph noted the affairs which had begun between Mrs. Waller and Cathy, and Harold and Sylvia. He noted them because he watched them carefully. Ever since Melody had told him about Mrs. Waller and Harold Stone, Ralph Martin had been anxious to confirm their behavior. He was anxious because an opportunity existed for him that had his mind reeling.
Ralph had never considered young girls sexually, always taking his fill of women his own age. But since the night Melody had told him everything, he looked at his students in a completely new light. And an eleven-year-old in one of his classes was driving him crazy. Her name was Margie Kesler and she was the apple-pie American version of the girl next door. With short blonde hair and a freckled face, Margie was Ralph's idea of a Lolita nymphette.
She had a boyish figure, with two small mounds beginning to bulge in her blouse where her tits would one day be, but there was something terribly feminine and sexy about the way she carried herself. It was a wholesome sexiness that appealed to Ralph, and he began to watch her closely. What he saw sent butterflies to his stomach, for Margie exhibited the classic syndrome of the young girl madly in love with her older teacher. He had seen it a dozen times in college, but this was the first time the love had been directed at him.
Under normal circumstances, Ralph would have shrugged this off. But he kept imagining Harold Stone laying some of the girls, and he wondered what it would be like to introduce young Margie to the delights of sex. And the more he thought about it, the more exciting the idea became. Finally it became an obsession with him, and the minute he knew that Harold was laying Sylvia every afternoon, he made his plans to seduce Margie.
He began by encouraging Margie's obvious affection, complimenting her and telling her how beautiful she was. Then after class one morning he whispered in her ear to meet him in the library after dinner that evening. The library was locked at eight o'clock, but Ralph had the key. He covered Margie's absence from her room by telling Miss Carter that he was going to work with her for several hours to bring her grades up.
Knowing how children loved secrets, Ralph ushered the young child into the library with a cloak of urgent secrecy, closing the heavy door quietly and locking it with a flourish. Then, holding his finger to his lips for silence, he led her to the back wall behind the last row of shelves. He knew that a light there could not be seen from the window, and that the books and walls of shelves would muffle any sounds they might make.
"What is it, Mr. Martin?" Margie asked eagerly as they finally stopped behind the shelf of novels.
"I just can't hide it any longer, Margie," Ralph said in an earnest voice. "You ... that is, I feel...."
"Oh, Mr. Martin!" Margie beamed. "I was hoping you felt it, too. I knew it that minute I laid eyes on you, and my heart has been breaking every minute we're apart. Do you feel the same way?"
"Yes, Margie. Yes I do. You mean so much to me, and I just can't go on like this. I had to find out if you felt the same way." Ralph found himself beginning to enjoy the game, and had to caution himself not to overplay the part. He opened his arms and she flew into them. He had to bend down while she was on tiptoes for their mouths to meet, but they embraced in a long, wet kiss. He forced her mouth open and flicked his tongue inside. Margie learned quickly, and was soon running her tiny tongue inside his mouth.
"Here," he said, pulling her body down, "let's sit on the floor." Ralph had put a blanket on the floor before dinner and they sat next to each other as he held her in his arms. They kissed and kissed, and Ralph felt her body tremble with desire as he reached down and began gently rubbing the little bumps that one day would be her breasts.
"Do you love me, Margie?" he asked softly as they broke a long kiss.
"Oh yes! With all my heart," she replied, placing her hand over his on her young chest.
"If only you were older," he sighed.
"I love you, isn't that enough?"
"And I love you," he sighed, "but you're probably too young for our love to be complete."
"I'm almost twelve!" she protested, a note of panic ' creeping into her voice. "And I'll do anything-anything!"
"Is your body excited, darling?" Ralph asked, massaging her tiny nipples and blowing softly into her ear.
"Yes-Oh, I'm so excited! I love you so."
Ralph dropped his hand down to her young thigh and traced tiny circles on her skin as his fingers moved to her crotch. When he reached the V where her young legs met, he inserted his fingers between her thighs and gently pushed them apart.
"Oh! Should we? I mean, darling...." Margie said in a frightened voice.
"Maybe you're right," Ralph said in a serious tone. "I thought you were too young for our love."
"I didn't mean that," she protested, fighting her conscience. "I just meant here in the library."
"Do you want me, Margie, darling?" Ralph asked.
"Oh, yes!"
"Then we couldn't be in a better place. No one can see or hear us. If you want our love, really want it, then take off your clothes."
Margie was scared to death, but she obeyed him, afraid that she would anger him and lose him forever. She blushed as she stood up and quickly pulled off her dress and undergarments, then hid her face in her hands as she stood before him completely naked and exposed.
Ralph's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the child's lovely body. And he realized why she had always appeared so sexy to him. Margie had all the curves of a woman. Her back swooped in gracefully to her waist, then jutted out for her buttocks and made a graceful fall down her legs. She had a child's tummy which protruded slightly and emphasized her pubic mound. Ralph's eyes fixed on the V between her legs and his tongue moved slowly out to pass over his dry lips. Margie had no hair at all. Her slit was naked of fuzz, and the pink lips seemed to pout at him.
"Aren't you going to undress?" Margie asked in an embarrassed voice.
"Of course," Ralph replied, pulling himself to his feet and quickly taking off his clothes.
"OH!" Margie gasped when she saw the full thirteen inches of his stiff penis standing out from his crotch. It held her eyes like a magnet.
"Come here, darling," Ralph said to the child as he took her hand and pulled her closer to him. "Feel it," he whispered, placing her tiny hand on his surging shaft. Her youthful touch sent birds racing through his stomach. "Pull the foreskin back like this," he said, showing her how to move the skin back and forth. The head of his penis popped out of its protective covering.
"Oh!" she gasped, pulling the foreskin back even more and bending down to see the full glory of his huge sex in her hands.
Ralph reached out and touched the tiny mounds of her breasts. They were little more than nipples, but he knew that one day she would have a proud set. He played with them and caressed them as she ran her hands over the new toy she had discovered. Then, when he felt his excitement begin to climb, he took her hand and drew her down to the blanket and locked her in a tight embrace. The feel of her young, nubile body pressing against his sent chills racing through him. And as her tongue eagerly explored his mouth, Ralph reached down and pulled her thighs apart to allow his fingers the discovery of a tender cunt. The feel of her soft, hairless mound electrified him. He traced gently the outline of her slit, bringing his fingers back and forth over the mound as he explored her vaginal opening.
Margie felt terribly naughty, awfully mature and grownup, and blissfully happy. She was at the age of sexual curiosity, and Ralph's genitals fascinated her. While he kissed her and played with her body, she reached down and began holding his penis. Then her hand explored his testicles. She was amazed at how big they were, and Margie wondered if all men were as big as Ralph. She knew better; Ralph Martin was super in all things.
Although she had no idea what she was doing, Margie's hands were driving Ralph crazy. That, and the touch of her tender, virginal body. He kissed her again, this time inserting his finger just inside the opening to her vagina. Then he dropped his head down her body, trailing hot little kisses as he passed, and placed his head between her soft thighs.
"What are you going to do?" Margie asked.
"Kiss you like a lover kisses his love, Margie. This is a sign of true love. Spread your legs as wide apart as you can. That's it."
His fingers gently spread the lips of her youthful sex and he brought his mouth to her thin lips. His tongue lapped her caressingly, covering her entire cunt with each pass. Then he located her tiny clitoris and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. When he felt her body quiver, Ralph pulled the small button into his mouth and began sucking it.
"Ooooohhhh! Oh, that's so good!" Margie moaned, leaning back on her elbows so she could watch his precious head buried between her legs. Now she knew what the poets meant by a lover's kiss. No wonder it was so important and so beautiful. She had no idea anything could feel so good.
Ralph nuzzled the button with his nose as he dropped his tongue to the tiny red hole deep in her slit and began inserting the tip just inside the opening. It was small and tight, but the taste of her sex was intoxicating. It was like eating vanilla cream. He felt her squirm and he raised his tongue to her clitoris again and began sucking it as hard as he dared.
"OOOOHhhhh!" she moaned, her body twisting on the blanket and her hands digging into his hair as her body erupted in a series of spasms for her very first orgasm. She was so happy, so much in love, tears welled in her eyes.
"Did I hurt you, Margie, darling?" Ralph asked, seeing the tears run down her cheeks.
"Oh no! It was the most marvelous thing I've ever had in my entire life," she responded. "Do all lovers do that to each other?"
"If they're really in love. Do you want me to make love to you now?"
"Oh, yes, whatever you want, darling."
Ralph pulled himself up on his knees and lifted Margie's young legs up so that her heels were resting on his shoulders. He knew he would need every bit of leverage he could get to penetrate her young body. He took his surging cock in his hand and guided it to the red dot snuggled between the thin cuntal lips. Using one hand to spread her lips, he placed his cock at the hole and shoved gently. It did not enter. He pushed again, but still failed to get it beyond the opening.
Then, with a hard thrust, he heard his cock plop inside the barrier. He looked down and saw that just the head was lodged inside her belly.
"Does it hurt?" he asked as he saw her gritting her teeth.
"A little, but please make love to me. I'm old enough. Honestly, I am."
Ralph had to smile and admire her courage. He gathered his strength and tried to push it in gently, but it wouldn't budge. The head seemed to be locked just inside her cunt. He gave it hard jabs and long thrusts, but it still wouldn't move. Tears were once again streaming down the eleven-year-old face, and Ralph knew he would never be able to penetrate her until her vagina was expanded to accept him. He pulled it out and felt her muscles relax as her body fell slowly to the floor.
"We can't do it today, Margie," Ralph said dejectedly. "We'll have to work on your hole, make it large enough to take me."
"Oh, darling, I'm sorry. How can we make it bigger?"
"We'll use candles every day. Each time, we'll use a little larger one and soon it will grow big enough for my penis."
"But ... but now. What about now? You must feel terrible."
"It does ache a little," he said, stroking his prick as she watched.
"What can I do, darling?"
"Well, you could kiss me the way lovers do," Ralph suggested.
"But I don't know how!" she protested.
"Get on your knees between my legs and I'll show you," Ralph said. He scooted the blanket around until he was seated with his back against the wall of books. Then he spread his knees and pulled Margie between them. He had her stroke his prick with her hands while he explained to her how a girl sucked cock. She listened carefully and then lowered her head and began licking the long smooth shaft like a candy stick, the way he told her to.
It had a strong salty taste, but that didn't bother her. Margie wanted to do to him what he had done to her, to show him how much she loved him. Pulling the foreskin down with her hand so that the head popped up, she lowered her head and captured the swollen bulb between her young lips. Her tongue immediately found the tiny hole at the tip and she darted it inside. Then she pulled more of the huge penis into her mouth, her tiny cheeks puffing out as it completely filled her mouth and slid down into her throat.
Ralph's blood pounded in his ears as he saw the cute little impish face with its cheeks puffed out and its mouth straining as his huge member disappeared between her lips. She was so darling, and Ralph loved the way she was attacking his cock with everything her eleven-year-old mouth would give. He told her to play with his balls with her free hand while she sucked, and when she began, Ralph knew he would not be able to last long with this darling child-woman.
Margie managed to get half of his cock in her mouth, and she used her hand on the base to stroke him the way he had showed her. She almost gagged when it filled her throat, but she was terribly excited. She could feel his balls swell, and although she had no idea of what was taking place in his body, she knew she was responsible for the groans and moans of pleasure escaping from his lips.
"Suck it!" he whispered hoarsely. "Now! NOW! A A Arrrggghhhh!" His balls exploded and Ralph felt the white-hot liquid race through his shaft.
Margie was surprised when the head of his penis began spurting the thick, salty liquid down her throat. She stopped breathing to keep from gagging, and sucked as hard as she could. Instinct had her squeeze his balls and grip the base of his cock as tightly as she could, and she ran the flat of her tongue along the underside of his penis as it continued exploding in her mouth.
"God, that was great, darling!" Ralph sighed as she drained the last drop from his deflated nuts. "Come here. Kiss me." He pulled her up and planted his mouth firmly on hers. Their tongues met and she held on to him as tightly as she could. "Did you like it?"
"Yes ... Did you?"
"It was marvelous," Ralph sighed deeply. "We'll do that to each other every day while we work on your pussy. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes, my darling!"
Ralph held her tight, wondering if all eleven-year-old girls could give blow-jobs like that.
CHAPTER NINE
Within a month both students and faculty at Heavenly Hills had settled into a routine. Mrs. Jones proved her merit by bringing order to the west wing, and Miss Mellon and Miss Carter gained invaluable experience in handling young girls. Harold let them make mistakes without correcting them, believing they would profit from the experience, and he was generally correct.
Melody buried herself in her work, and for a while was completely oblivious to what was going on around her. The most painful time for Melody was late in the evening when the day's work was finished and her mind was at last free to dwell on her own problems. She followed Ralph's suggestion and read everything she could get on sexual psychology and behavioral patterns. But in her mind it all became a confused mess.
Then suddenly one afternoon she saw Sylvia Southwood sneaking along the corridor toward the stairs, and Melody followed her. She saw the young girl knock at the headmaster's study and enter silently. Melody listened quietly at the door for a moment, but all she could make out were muffled voices. Sylvia didn't come back downstairs until an hour and a half later, and Melody didn't need more than a glance at the child's contented face to know what she had been doing. Melody had seen that look on a girl's face too many times at swinging parties to mistake its meaning.
Her mind tuned into the realities around her, Melody began watching Mrs. Waller. And it wasn't long before Melody was certain that Cathy Abbott was having an affair with the older woman. Melody felt little reaction to her knowledge of what was going on between Sylvia and Harold Stone, but Cathy intrigued her. Her mind pictured the things they might be doing to each other's bodies, and she wondered how Cathy felt about it.
Melody did not notice her husband's affair with eleven-year-old Margie, because she was fascinated by Mrs. Waller's conquest of the beautiful young girl with the Irish face and full-blown body. Finally, Melody had to force her mind back to her work as the monthly examination period approached. She began helping some of the slower students with their studies and preparing her class exams.
"Did you hear about Cary Waller?" Ralph asked as he finished the tuna casserole Melody had prepared for supper.
"No, what?" she asked suspiciously.
"She's had fainting spells lately and the doctor ordered her into the hospital for a thorough checkup. She left today."
"Do they think it's serious?"
"They don't know. The doctor suspects it might be hypertension. If so, she'll need a complete rest."
"Who will take her place here?"
"Temporarily, Harold has brought in a post graduate student from the university. He'll fill in days for her for a couple of weeks. The girls in her wing are well-behaved, so Harold probably won't have to do anything about night supervision until we know if it's serious. He told me the doctor said Cary could be back on the job by the end of next week. Just depends on what the tests show. Harold also asked me to have you take a peek in Cary's wing every night. Maybe several times, just to keep the girls on their toes."
"Okay. I certainly hope she's all right."
Melody cleared the table and washed the dishes while Ralph went down to give his nightly assistance to slow students. She knew from experience he would be gone for an hour or more, and decided to make her first check of Cary's wing.
She walked down the hall slowly, glancing into the rooms. The girls were studying, talking, reading magazines or listening to the radio. Several stopped her and asked how Mrs. Waller was, and Melody told them she would give them a report the minute she knew anything at all.
She found the last door on the hall closed, and she heard the sounds of soft sobbing inside the room. Melody had no idea whose room it was and decided to see if she could help. She knocked softly and then opened the door.
"Why, Cathy, what's the matter?" Melody stepped quickly into the room and closed the door. The young child was stretched out on her bed in nothing but a sheer pair of panties and a bra. Her young face was red and tear-stained, and her gorgeous auburn hair was a mess of tangles.
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Martin," Cathy sniffled as she made a small effort to dry her eyes. "Nothing ... really, nothing."
Melody laughed and walked over to sit in the chair by the table that served as Cathy's study desk. "Girls cry, I know, but there's always a reason. If I'm being nosy, just say so. But I might be able to help."
"I'm just terribly depressed, that's all."
"Is it your schoolwork, the coming exams?"
"Partly, I guess. I'm not very bright and quick like some of the others, and I've been having trouble."
"Is your teacher helping you?"
"No."
"How about your roommate? Where is your roommate, by the way?"
"I don't have one. Mrs. Waller has been sleeping with me, but now she's sick. I pray she'll be all right. I love her so."
"I'm sure she will," Melody said reassuringly, realizing for the first time since she entered the room that this was the girl who was having the affair with Cary Waller.
"She's also been helping me with my studies," Cathy sobbed, "and now the exams are coming."
"Don't be frightened of examinations, Cathy," Melody said, crossing the small room to sit beside the young girl on the edge of the bed. "If you've studied well, the exams will be easy. They're just a review of what you've had all month. Maybe I can help you."
"Would you?" Cathy replied, brightening noticeably. "I mean, if you could...."
"Of course I will, Cathy. Come on, let's take a look at what you've been studying."
Cathy jumped up and bounced over to the study table and began showing Melody what she had been studying. Together they worked on Cathy's math until Melody felt she knew it well enough to pass the first exam in the morning. Then Melody began reading a list of questions on history and Cathy supplied the answers. Melody had to correct and help the child several times, but soon Cathy was displaying a basic knowledge of her history text.
During all of this, Melody was acutely aware of the lovely child's body. She couldn't help but think that Cathy would be the hit of any swinging party with her voluptuous figure. Those gorgeous boobs, so full and pointed for a child of her age. And her legs!
"Feel better now, Cathy?" Melody asked, forcing these thoughts from her mind.
"Oh yes! I was worried that I would get bad marks and let Mrs. Waller down. She's been so good to me."
"I'm sure she'll be proud of you, Cathy. Does Mrs. Waller sleep here every night?"
"Yes. I'm afraid to be alone, and she sleeps with me. I guess it's all right to tell you, but we don't want the other girls to know. They'd be jealous, you know."
"You can tell me anything, Cathy. I'm your friend, and whatever you tell me will be between us alone." Melody couldn't help it, her curiosity was killing her. "You said you love Mrs. Waller, Cathy. Does she love you?"
"Oh yes! We love each other."
"And what do you do to each other?"
"We love each other, the way two girls who are in love do."
"Every night?"
"Almost every night, Mrs. Martin. It's so wonderful!"
"Tell me what you do," Melody said, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes again fixed on the beautiful child's body.
"Oh you know, we kiss and play with each other."
"Kiss on the mouth?"
"There and all over. Don't you know how two girls love each other, Mrs. Martin?"
"No, Cathy, I guess I don't. Is it nice?" Melody couldn't understand why the blood was pounding in her ears, or why she kept this conversation up. But she couldn't seem to stop. She knew she should leave, but she couldn't bring herself to go.
"About the most fun there is, I suppose. Gee, Mrs. Martin, you're so pretty! I wish you were my teacher."
"And I wish you were my pupil, Cathy. You're a beautiful girl. Mrs. Waller is very lucky to have such a lovely friend."
"Mrs. Martin," Cathy said, standing and walking over to where Melody was standing, "do you think you could spend the night with me? I get so terribly lonely when I'm all by myself."
Melody felt her pulse quicken and her heart constrict for a moment as she gazed up into the pale green eyes of the lovely child standing beside her. She was particularly aware of the girl's full breast poised just inches from her face. Melody knew what the invitation meant, and it excited her. She had been studying all about this, but she wasn't sure where she stood. Could she risk putting herself to a test? Besides, perhaps the child was simply lonely and needed company for the night. Maybe Melody was reading things into this which didn't exist.
"I ... I think I could, Cathy. Yes, I will. I'll have to go to my room and leave a note and pick up my things."
"Oh, super!" Cathy exclaimed, placing her hand on Melody's shoulder and squeezing in a very affectionate manner.
"I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, you make ready for bed."
Doubts assailed Melody all the way back to her apartment, and several times she turned to go back and tell Cathy she couldn't spend the night with her. But she knew that breaking her word to the girl would be very bad in the child's emotional state. She wrote Ralph a note, "Spending the night in Mrs. Waller's wing to keep the peace. See you in the morning." She placed the note on top of the table in the hall and picked up a nightgown and toothbrush and left the apartment quickly before she lost her nerve.
She checked the hall carefully, noting that all of the girls had their doors closed, before she slipped into Cathy's room. Melody chided herself for being so secretive. After all, she was simply spending the night with a lonely child.
When Melody entered the room, Cathy flew at her and threw her arms around her neck.
"Oh, I was so afraid you'd change your mind, Mrs. Martin," she said breathlessly, planting a moist little kiss on Melody's cheek.
"Call me Melody, Cathy. We're friends, aren't we?"
Melody had to bite her lip to keep from exclaiming out loud when she realized that Cathy was stark naked! Her little body was so tender and white, and those luscious nipples which capped her full breasts!
"Do you sleep nude, Cathy?"
"Of course. Mrs. Waller says it's unhealthy to sleep with clothes on. Besides, your body feels so much more natural in the nude. Don't you sleep naked, Melody?"
"I ... uh, I...." Melody stuttered at a loss for words.
"And I love your name," Cathy continued in the nonstop exuberance of youth. "Melody; it's so beautiful! I wish my name was Melody."
"Cathy is a pretty name, too. Now get ready for bed, young lady."
Cathy bounced into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and Melody stood by the bed for a long moment. What had she gotten herself into? Was she supposed to climb into bed naked with this child? Melody had been a swinger far too long to hold any false modesty about nudity, but with this child? Or was she still creating something that wasn't there? Was she making it a big scene when it was actually as innocent as could be? Melody shrugged her shoulders and began undressing. She was down to her panties and bra by the time Cathy came bouncing back into the room. She looked at the young naked child and saw her heavy boobs bounce playfully against her chest and felt a tiny spark touch her skin.
"Here, let me help you with your bra," Cathy said, coming up behind Melody and working the catch with her small fingers. "I'm dying to see your breasts. They look so beautiful. Mrs. Waller says I have lovely breasts. By the way, Melody, do you like the inside or outside of the bed?"
"What ... whatever you're used to, Cathy," Melody said, her mind reeling as she felt the child touch her skin.
"Mrs. Waller likes the outside, so I'll let you have that if you want."
Cathy jumped on the bed and rolled over playfully, her lovely young cunt fully exposed to Melody's fixed stare for a long moment. Melody thought the tuft of red hair and the red fuzz covering the thin pink lips was precious. She smiled and turned to go to the bathroom.
Melody took a long time brushing her teeth and removing her makeup. Her mind was a battlefield of mixed emotions, and she felt terribly guilty for the thoughts she harbored about this gorgeous child. Finally, when she knew she could stall no longer, Melody turned out the bathroom light and walked into the room.
"Oh, you have a gorgeous body, Melody!" Cathy exclaimed. She was tucked under the blanket like a kitten, with just her chin resting above the folded sheet. "Don't turn the light out, please. Mrs. Waller and I always leave it on because sometimes I have bad dreams and am afraid of the dark."
"You mean you sleep with the light on?"
"Yes, will it bother you?"
"I don't know," Melody said, climbing quickly under the covers. "I've never slept with the light on. Let's try it, shall we? If it bothers me, I can turn it out later."
Melody became acutely aware of the young girl's body as Cathy moved over and began cuddling her.
"Are you cold?" Melody asked.
"No, not really. Don't you like to cuddle? Melody, do you like me?"
"Of course, Cathy. Would I be staying here with you if I didn't like you?"
"I mean really like me?"
"Of course I do," Melody replied, reaching out to place her hand reassuringly on the child's shoulder. Melody's arm brushed against the young girl's breast and the touch seemed to scorch Melody's skin.
"Do you think you love me? I mean, would you like me to love you, Melody?"
"Do you want to?" Melody responded, hoping her voice didn't break or the thunder that was breaking in her ears carried to the young child.
"Oh, very much. You're so pretty, and it's so much fun."
Before Melody could reply, Cathy placed her arm around the older woman and brought her eager young mouth to Melody's lips. Her lips were warm and moist, and she kept her mouth opened as her tongue ran teasingly along Melody's lips. There was something about the eager enthusiasm of the young girl that appealed to Melody. She was so natural! Melody had always thought of Lesbians as hardened women, dykes and femmes, and that repelled her just as blatant male homosexuals repelled Ralph.
But this was different, Melody told herself as she opened her mouth and let Cathy's young tongue dart in to send warm tingles running through her system. She met Cathy's tongue, and they rubbed each other with a deliciously warm moistness.
Cathy remembered that Melody did not know what girls in love did to each other, and she decided she would have to lead and teach her, just the way Mrs. Waller had taught her. But Melody was so much prettier and her youthful body excited Cathy. She couldn't get over how lucky she was that Melody had come by.
Reaching down, Cathy took Melody's right breast in her hand. The touch of such firm flesh delighted her. It was so different from Mrs. Waller! And when she began to fondle and caress the nipple, she was amazed to see how quickly it became firm and erect.
Melody's body responded instantly, but her mind was filled with conflict. Kissing this child was exciting, wonderful, and the feel of her young hand on her breast was even more exciting. But could Melody go through with it? If it feels good, why fight it, she asked herself? It was the hedonist's philosophy, yet why indeed should she fight something as natural and exciting as this? Melody's logical mind argued strongly in favor of giving herself in to what was happening, but something deep inside her continued to fight.
Cathy was not'torn by any such emotions. What she was doing was completely natural and normal to her, and she found the twenty-five-year-old Melody far more exciting than Mrs. Waller. As her excitement grew, Cathy broke their passionate kiss and let her tongue trail slowly down Melody's chin, neck, and chest. Then she moved quickly to the breast she held in her hand. Squeezing Melody's breast so that the nipple popped up, Cathy dropped her mouth until it encircled the hard little bud. She ran her tongue around the nipple, then flicked it back and forth rapidly before she brushed her teeth over the surface as she sucked it into her mouth.
Melody couldn't control the moan of pleasure which escaped from deep in her throat as the child sucked her tit. This was the most exciting kiss she had ever had on her breast; no man could ever know how it felt, and a girl knew exactly the proper pressure to apply and where to apply it. This was even more exciting than the vibrator Ralph occasionally used on her nipples to excite and stimulate her! She reached out and cupped one of Cathy's breasts in her hand, surprised at how full and firm they were on such a young child. The girl's nipples were already erect, and Melody began massaging the small, pointed bud between her finger and thumb in a slow rolling motion.
Cathy was proud that she had excited Melody. She could tell. Her nipples were erect and her breathing had become irregular. And now she was playing with Cathy's breast, a sure sign she was becoming very excited. Cathy wondered if Melody would kiss her pussy. She didn't care. Often she was content just to lick Mrs. Waller without being licked in return, but the thought of having Melody's lovely tongue buried between the lips of her pussy excited her. As she continued sucking and licking Melody's breast, Cathy trailed her hand down the older girl's body. When she reached the junction of Melody's legs, Cathy ran her fingers lightly through the soft pubic hair. It wasn't wiry, like Mrs. Waller's, and Cathy loved the soft touch.
If I'm going to stop her, Melody said to herself, it will have to be now! Cathy's fingers had already worked inside Melody's lips and she was fondling her clitoris. But before Melody could do a thing, Cathy lowered her head and quickly pushed the covers aside. She kissed Melody's belly button, licking it and inserting her tongue impishly. Then she pulled Melody's thighs apart with her tiny hands and dove her face into Melody's crotch.
Melody looked down at the lovely child's gorgeous hair fanned out over her tummy, and a sweet, peaceful feeling flooded her body. For the first time, Melody's muscles relaxed. But as she felt Cathy's tongue probing her labia, Melody again became tense. What in the world was the matter with her?
Cathy couldn't believe her eyes! Melody's clitoris was so large! It stood straight out and throbbed as Cathy tickled it with the tip of her tongue and then sucked it into her mouth and treated it like she had Melody's nipple. It was so ... so sexy! Holding it in her mouth, she brought her head down further and nestled her nose in the opening to Melody's vagina. This was what Mrs. Waller had taught her, but with Melody it was so much more exciting!
When Melody felt the child suck her clitoris into her mouth and begin caressing it with her young tongue, all reservations in the older woman's mind disappeared. Her body was on fire and she pushed everything but its gratification from her mind. She wiggled her bottom to fuck herself on Cathy's nose and began squirming and writhing as her passion grew rapidly.
Cathy loved what she was doing. It was so exciting, so satisfying, but an itch had begun in her own groin and she needed something. Cathy knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel Melody's tongue between her legs. Why not, she asked herself? If she doesn't want to, III understand. But why not try? Shifting her body, the young girl threw her leg over Melody's prone figure and pressed her body on top of Melody's writhing flesh. Then she scooted back until she knew her cunt was poised just above Melody's face.
Melody stared up at the twelve-year-old's cunt and felt her blood course more rapidly through her veins. It was so gorgeously pure, with soft, thin lips and just the hint of red fuzz outlining her slit. Even the odor was fresh and sweet to Melody's nostrils. Obviously, the girl wanted her to return the favors she was bestowing on her vulva. Could she, wondered Melody? She'd never done anything like this before. Without a moment's hesitation, Melody reached up and pulled the girl's crotch to her mouth. She explored the tender virginal region with her fingers, then pulled the petals of Cathy's cunt open and darted her probing tongue deep inside.
Cathy's young body quivered as Melody located her clitoris and began sucking and nibbling on it. Then both of them attacked each other with animal vigor and hunger. Cathy scraped her teeth up and down Melody's enlarged clitoris, sending electric shocks racing through the older girl's body. And Melody rolled her tongue and shot it deep inside the tight canal of Cathy's virginal vagina.
"OOOooohhhh!" Aaaieee! NOW, NOW!" Cathy chanted as her hungry mouth raced up and down Melody's slit.
Melody felt the girl's discharge flow into her mouth and could no longer hold reign on her own climax. Her body arched, and she drove her clitoris into Cathy's mouth as every pore in her body opened and her orgasm sent her into sharp spasms.
"Wow! Wow! OH WOW! Harder! NOW HARDER!" she moaned as every muscle in her body quaked and her nails dug into Cathy's tender buttocks.
They gripped each other and their mouths continued sucking, chewing and nibbling long after their orgasms were over. Then Cathy turned around and they lay in each other's arms and kissed for long, tender moments. All inhibitions had left Melody, and she held the child tenderly. Cathy's hands would not be still. As they kissed, she played with Melody's breasts and nipples until she had the older woman excited all over again.
Melody became a woman possessed. She wanted Cathy now, like she had never wanted a man in her life.
"Suck me, Cathy," she whispered. "Suck my cunt until you have my clit good and hard. Then we'll do something different." She pushed Cathy's shoulders until the girl was positioned between her widespread legs. "Suck it, darling. Chew on it, get it hard!"
Cathy dropped her head and began her task. Melody watched the auburn hair fan out over her thighs as the cute face was buried in her crotch. She placed her hands on Cathy's head and pushed her closer so that her nose was buried in her pubic hair and her mouth was working up and down on Melody's two-inch clitoris. It was hard in no time, but Melody didn't stop the child. She even considered having a climax this way, but she forced herself to remember what she had always dreamed of doing. Finally, she lifted Cathy's head gently and had the child stretch out on her back on the bed.
Melody climbed over the child's leg and went down on her knees between Cathy's thighs. She reached down and teased the young girl's clitoris for a moment, even bent down and kissed it until the child was moaning, then pulled back and began to mount Cathy in the manner a man would. She wiggled and squirmed until she managed to insert her enlarged clitoris into Cathy's vaginal opening. At the same time, she brought her pelvic bone down on Cathy's young clitoris. And then Melody began fucking the twelve-year-old child.
It was a sensation Melody never dreamed existed. Her clitoris penetrated just the opening to Cathy's cunt, but the feeling of the warm, moist skin of Cathy's canal surrounding her clitoris was almost too much for her! It felt like she was plugged into one thousand vibrators running at full speed! And as she moved it in and out, the friction against the sensitive skin of her clitoris made her feel she was on fire.
"AAAaaaahhhhh!" Cathy moaned, finding this new sensation more exciting than anything she had ever experienced. Melody's pressure against her young, tender clitoris almost hurt, but it was a delicious pain! And what was happening to her vagina! This was more exciting than any finger ever could be.
Melody leaned down and brought her sensitive, erect nipples in contact with Cathy's as she continued fucking the innocent child. She swore she saw sparks as they touched, and she began rubbing them as hard as she could. Cathy's legs flew up and encircled Melody's waist as their bodies arched high above the mattress.
"MELODY!" the young girl cried in a gasping scream. "OH MY GOD! OH! OH! YES, YES, YESSSSSS!"
Melody locked her mouth against Cathy's to muffle her own cries, as the most fantastic orgasm she had ever experienced gripped her mind and body. Their tongues ground against each other and their bodies arched as Melody bucked into the twelve-year-old's crotch as hard as she could. They hung suspended in air for long moments, then collapsed to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Cathy held her legs gripping Melody's waist and wouldn't let go as they began a long, passionate embrace.
It was a long night for the two girls, who found they could never seem to get enough of each other, no matter what they did or how many times they did it.
CHAPTER TEN
"I'm a Lesbian."
"Uh-huh."
"Ralph, listen to me! I said I'm a Lesbian. A flaming dyke!"
"So what else is new?"
"Ralph Martin! Be serious, please."
"Okay, Melody," he said gently as he put his exam papers down and walked across the room to stand by her side. "So after one night with young Cathy Abbott, you've decided you're a Lesbian. What do you want me to do about it?" His tone was sympathetic and serious, and his hand rested on his young wife's shoulder.
"Don't you want a divorce or something?" Melody asked.
"Because you like girls doesn't necessarily mean you hate men, does it?"
"No, of course not."
"I'm serious, Melody. Could you still suck a cock and enjoy it?"
"I think so. I don't suddenly hate men, if that's what you mean."
"And you never cared for fucking, right?"
"Right."
"So what's changed about you?"
"When you put it that way, nothing, I suppose. But what are we going to do? Ralph, this is a big thing in my life. Right or wrong, I never experienced anything like what I did with Cathy. And right now I'm dying to be in bed with her.
What are we going to do?"
"Before I answer that, let me tell you something," Ralph said, going on to relate to his wife the full story of his experiences with young Margie.
"You fucked an eleven-year-old girl?"
"Yes."
"How could you?"
"What is so different between my fucking Margie and what you're doing with Cathy?" Ralph demanded softly but firmly.
Melody hesitated for a moment. "When you put it that way, I suppose it's roughly the same. Oh God, Ralph, I'm so terribly mixed up!"
"On the contrary, I think you've finally found yourself, Melody. Think about it for a moment. You know this homosexual thing must have been present in your personality for some time. It's just that you've finally admitted it to yourself, and you're doing something to satisfy a natural desire. Tell me, would you be happy living with another Lesbian?"
"Oh, God, no!" Melody replied with a shudder. "I could never parade myself before society as a Lesbian."
"Okay, then we may be on the trail to a solution to what we'll do. Now that you've found how great a young girl can be, you don't want to give it up, do you?"
"I couldn't, Ralph! I couldn't...." she sobbed softly.
"Don't cry!" he said firmly. "Let's consider this objectively. The answer should be plain. We stay on right here at Heavenly Hills and we'll both have a supply of young girls."
"You make it sound so ... so cold-blooded!"
"Sorry, but that's essentially the truth. You know you can't spend your life with a twelve-year-old girl, any more than I could marry an eleven-year-old. So we must treat them as delightful little episodes, interludes in our lives. It will be the same for the girls, and they'll be free to choose what they want later on without the influence of an emotional involvement. Surely you can see that is much fairer for them."
"I suppose so...." Melody admitted.
"And if we work together," Ralph continued, "we can give them a sample of both types of love."
"What?"
"Well, you can break them in to the gay scene, and I can then give them a taste of the straight scene. That way we won't be guilty of prejudice," he chuckled.
"You're being funny, but you're right," Melody admitted, poking him in the ribs.
"We'll conduct our own special course in sex education," Ralph added, standing up and pretending he was writing on an imaginary blackboard.
"Lesbian I and Straight II," Melody responded with a laugh. "Oh, Ralph, there are times when I don't know what I'd do without you! Of course I can't become emotionally involved with a twelve-year-old girl. Why didn't I see that? But this way we can have our fun while we work."
"Eat our pussy and fuck it too. Earn while we learn!" he said with an imitation of Professor Higgins from My Fair Lady. "And wait until you meet my Margie. She has a little girl's body with a woman's mind. Her cunt is smooth as silk, and her mouth is educated, believe me!"
"I can just see you with Cathy!" Melody added, joining his game in spite of herself. "She has a woman's body with a little girl's enthusiasm for games. And her mouth! Wow! Can we, Ralph? I mean, can we really?"
"Of course. Why don't we have a party here with our two little friends?"
"But Cathy will need some convincing to let you lay her. And how do you know Margie will play gay games?"
"We'll booze 'em out of their gourds!"
"I could maybe sic Cathy onto Margie and have her break your little one in. I think Cathy could turn any woman gay. And maybe you could put a word into Margie's ear to work on Cathy to be laid."
"It's a challenge, so let's do it!"
"I'll start tonight!" Melody said gaily.
"And so will I," Ralph added. "When shall we have the party? I'm dying to lay your Cathy!"
"And I'm dying to lick your Margie! Oh, Ralph, isn't that awful!"
"Not at all. What's awful, indecent even, is to feel it and not say it. Let's plan the party for Saturday night. That way their hangover won't be noticeable in class."
"Two days! All right. Wish me luck, darling." Melody kissed him and grabbed her toothbrush to run to Cathy's room.
Ralph walked to the library for his evening session with Margie, his mind working a mile a minute. Breaking Margie into a gay session with Melody wouldn't be easy. Of course Cathy would be a big help, especially if she could seduce Margie first. His task was to lay the groundwork to have Margie accept Cathy's seduction. As he approached the library door, Ralph came up with what he was certain would be the best approach.
Ralph and Melody sat at home the following evening on pins and needles, wondering how their two young girls were getting along. They imagined every possible situation and both had to take sleeping pills in order to get some rest.
When Cathy innocently reported absolute success with Margie to Melody, Melody squealed with delight and ran to tell Ralph. Then together they began planning their Saturday night party down to the very last detail. Saturday afternoon, Melody mixed a special fruit punch and Ralph went to town to buy two bottles of brandy and a bottle of rum. Melody fixed hamburgers and the girls arrived at six.
Cathy, one of the most natural girls in the world, seemed completely at ease and relaxed from the very beginning. Margie, the youngest and a basically shy person, was stiff and nervous all through dinner. She fidgeted with her hands and blushed often, her face registering her discomfort. Ralph felt sorry for her and sat next to her, reassuring her all he could with affectionate pats and squeezes.
Ralph's attention, however, was almost entirely directed at Cathy, one of the most excitingly gorgeous young girls he had ever seen. He'd noticed her at school, of course, but the knowledge that she was an uninhibited sexual personality added a new dimension to her as an individual. He was enraptured by her long auburn hair and her full breasts which rose and fell beneath her sweater. Her pale green eyes sparkled and gazed back at him impishly, and Ralph could hardly wait to take her in his arms and make love to her.
Melody reacted in much the same way to Margie, but the girl's obvious discomfort worried her. Cathy had told Melody that Margie was reluctant at first, but had enjoyed their lovemaking once she relaxed. Would she be the same with Melody? After all, Cathy was a peer, and children often did things with their peers they wouldn't dream of doing with adults. But the child intrigued Melody. She held such promise of a voluptuous woman when she matured, and her pixie face made her doubly attractive. Melody could see what Ralph meant by a child's body. Margie's figure had yet to fill out, yet it was at that ripe, budding stage. How she longed to hold the child naked in her arms and quiet her fears with her affectionate tongue!
"Come on," Ralph said after they had finished the hamburgers and cleaned up the kitchen, "let's have some punch!"
Melody turned on the radio and they all sat about in the living room drinking punch and talking. Ralph encouraged the girls to keep drinking the delicious, fruit-tasting punch until Melody worried that the young girls would become too intoxicated to do anything but go to sleep.
Cathy had a case of teen-age giggles, laughing at anything and everything as the liquor permeated her young system, and Margie's speech became blurred. While Ralph was urging more punch on them, Melody rose and quickly took the bowl to the kitchen. She signaled Ralph with her eye and he came to the kitchen door.
"They've had all their little systems can hold!" she said firmly. "Do you want them to pass out?"
"Okay, okay. What now?"
"Why don't we start out normally? You begin with Margie, and Cathy and I will warm up. They'll feel more relaxed that way, and then we can switch partners."
"Okay, chief," Ralph said, the alcohol obviously having taken hold in his body as well. He walked back to the sofa and put his arm around Margie, letting his hand drop to her tiny bulge of a breast.
"I'm feeling terribly sexy, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear. "How about you?"
"Yes," she murmured, placing her hand in his lap and rubbing his penis as she brought her lips up to meet his. Their tongues met in a warm, moist kiss and Ralph deliberately rubbed her nipple in a massaging motion which he knew excited her young body more than anything else they did together. She moaned and grasped his growing penis in her small hand as her body arched against his.
Margie was reluctant, but as he excited her she allowed him to begin undressing her. Before long her nubile body was completely naked. She had her arms entwined around his neck in a fierce embrace, and mashed her warm body against his as they kissed passionately.
Ralph shot a glance down at the sofa and was pleased to see Melody in the final stages of undressing Cathy. His eyes glued on Cathy's voluptuous body and Ralph found it hard to believe she was just a child. Her breasts were larger and better-formed than those of many swinging girls twice her age!
"Can't we go somewhere?" Margie moaned in Ralph's ear.
"Why?"
"I mean ... well, your wife and all...."
"Look at Cathy and Melody," Ralph said, turning Margie's head so she could see the two girls at the other end of the sofa. Margie gasped and Ralph smiled. Both Melody and Cathy were stark naked with their heads buried in each other's crotch. From their position, Ralph and Margie could see Cathy's young tongue ravishing Melody's vulva.
"Oh!" Margie said, her face rushing with blood to a light blush that made her look doubly appealing.
"They're having fun. That's the idea of a party, for everybody to have fun," Ralph said. He smiled as he saw that Margie's eyes were glued to the scene. He felt her breathing increase and he knew she was stimulated watching the two girls make love to each other. It probably brought back memories of what she and Cathy did to each other the day before. "Doesn't that look like fun?"
"Y ... yes," she admitted, grabbing his cock and pumping it as her eyes remained fixed on the scene. Margie felt so strange. Her body had been warm, so warm, since she had tasted the punch, and her mind was foggy. This was the first time in Margie's life that she had been bathed in the golden glow of alcohol, and she did not understand what was taking place in her mind. All she could see was the exciting physical acts taking place, and her young body reacted.
Ralph had to struggle to remove his clothes while Margie clung tightly to his neck. When he finally managed to pull his pants off, he brought Margie's writhing body on top of his own so that her crotch was poised just above his mouth. Their work with candles over the week had expanded her vagina to where it would accept his penis, but Ralph knew she had to be good and lubricated before he attempted to fuck her. He pulled her hairless slit to his mouth and let his tongue cover it with warm, moist kisses, darting it inside the thin lips to caress her sensitive button. He felt her squirm, and doubled his attack to stimulate her juices as fast as he could.
Margie needed little encouragement when Ralph's long, slender penis was poking straight into the air just inches from her face. She knew how much he loved to have her lick and suck him, and her tongue immediately began lapping the long, smooth shaft. She cupped his balls in her hand and slowly drew the head of his swollen weapon between her warm lips.
Melody pulled Cathy up into a sitting position, playing with the girl's nipples while she quietly pointed to Ralph and Margie at the other end of the couch. Cathy watched with fascinated eyes as she saw Margie's young cheeks puff out as Ralph's long penis slid in and out of the young girl's mouth.
"Is that fun?" Cathy whispered to Melody. "Marvelous fun," Melody replied. "Want to try it?"
"I don't know," Cathy responded, her mind also clouded in an alcoholic haze.
"Look!" Melody whispered, turning Cathy's head back to where she had an unobstructed view of the other couple. Margie had changed positions and was now sitting on top of Ralph. Her body straddled his waist, and she had his long prick in her hand, guiding it to her small vagina. As Melody and Cathy watched, Margie lowered her body, spearing her pussy with the slender rod. They saw Ralph's cock slide inside, then move inch by inch up into the girl's womb. Melody had to push aside an urge to go to the couple and lick Margie's button while Ralph's cock speared her body.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Cathy asked as she watched the long prick disappear into the young girl's cunt.
"It hurts, Cathy, but the pain is one of the sweetest things a girl can experience," Melody lied, knowing how much she hated to fuck. "Look at Margie's face. Does it look like she's in pain?"
Margie's face spelled rapture. Her eyes were glassy and her tongue kept running back and forth across her young mouth. She had an impish smile on her lips that told them she was in true ecstasy.
Melody reached down and inserted her finger in Cathy's cunt, simulating stroke for stroke Ralph's fucking of Margie. She felt the young girl's body begin to respond, her hips swaying and bucking to feel the finger deeper and deeper inside her. She noted that Cathy's eyes remained glued to the spectacle as her body vicariously enjoyed the same sensations experienced by the other child. Melody increased her tempo as she saw Ralph's hips begin to buck, and she finger-fucked Cathy to orgasm at the same moment Margie reached her climax.
"OOOOhhhh!"
"AAAAHHHHhhhhhhh!"
The room was filled with groans and moans of fulfillment as Margie, Ralph and Cathy all came. Melody was left out, but she knew her turn was coming. And the thought of ravishing Margie's tender young body with her mouth kept Melody on a high plane of excitement.
"Do you want to try that?" Melody whispered to Cathy.
"I ... I don't know. Would you care, Melody? I mean, I've never...."
"Of course I don't care, silly," Melody said, giving Cathy's breast a squeeze. "In fact, I want you to try it."
"All ... all right. If your husband wants me to."
"He does, believe me, Cathy darling. But he'll be soft now, and you'll have to suck him until he's hard again."
"But I don't know how!" protested the twelve-year-old girl.
"Don't worry, he'll show you how. He's a great teacher. Ralph, Cathy wants to try that with you."
"Oh, Melody!" Cathy said, blushing.
"Don't be embarrassed, darling," Melody said. "How about it, Ralph? I'll keep Margie company."
"Fine," Ralph replied casually. "Okay with you, Margie?"
Margie nodded her head drunkenly. The combination of her intense climax and the alcohol had left her in a daze. She didn't know what was happening, and she didn't really care. Her body was still on fire, and all she could think of was satisfying her urges. She allowed Ralph to lift her and lean her against the back of the sofa. Her head was swimming, and she had to close her eyes for a moment.
"Here, let me get her some coffee," Melody said, walking to the kitchen, thankful that she had plugged in the electric coffee pot. She poured a steaming cup and walked back to sit beside Margie.
Ralph sat down next to Cathy and placed his arm around the beautiful young girl. "Do you like parties?" he asked softly, winking at her.
"Yes," she said with a wry smile, "especially this kind of party. I feel so funny-strange, wonderful, excited. This is what it must be like to be drunk, isn't it?"
"You might say that, Cathy," Ralph chuckled. "I put a little something in the punch to help you feel more at ease."
"So I'd let you make love to me?"
"Yes," Ralph admitted, a little surprised at the girl's directness.
"But I want you to do that to me," she said. "Only I've never done it with a man before. Did you teach Margie?"
"Yes, and we do it almost every day."
"Will you teach me?"
Ralph smiled and cupped her beautiful young face in his hands. Slowly, he pulled her to his body and planted his mouth over her warm lips. He felt her tongue dart inside his mouth and Ralph reached for her tits. Her full, firm mounds were like ripe fruit as he began caressing them and rolling her pointed nipples between his fingers. She arched her body and pressed it against him as she began to respond to his caressing fingers.
"Melody said I would have to suck you hard," she said in her small voice, "but I've never seen a man's thing before." With the enthusiasm and curiosity of youth, Cathy let her body slide to the floor so that she was on her knees between his legs.
"May I play with it?" she asked, reaching forward and taking it carefully in her tiny hands.
"To your heart's content, Cathy darling," Ralph said, leaning back on the sofa and scooting his tail forward to allow the child complete access to his genitals. She asked question after question about the male sex organs, and Ralph answered as best he could, teaching her slowly how to use her hands to stimulate a man. Cathy leaned forward and planted tiny kisses on the partially erect shaft, and Ralph began telling her how to suck a cock.
Holding it between her fingers, Cathy slowly inserted the head between her lips and sucked it into her mouth the way he told her to. At first, she didn't like it because it was so big and she had to strain her young jaws to get it between her teeth. But this passed and Cathy found the taste of the remainder of his cum and Margie's juices exciting as she licked and sucked. Even more exciting was the fact that it grew in her mouth. She could feel the blood pounding along his shaft and it kept swelling. Soon her mouth and throat were full, and her cheeks puffed out as she sucked.
His excitement growing rapidly, Ralph pulled the young redhead to the sofa and made her spread her legs so he could lick her. Cathy's pussy fascinated him. It was in that state between child and woman, not bald like Margie's or bushy like Melody's. He dove his face between her young thighs and ran his tongue up and down her slit. She reached down and used her fingers to pull the lips of her pussy apart, and Ralph let his tongue flick back and forth across her small clitoris.
"Oh, you're good!" Cathy exclaimed, surprised that a man could lick her almost as well as Mrs. Waller could. "More, and chew on my button a little. Oh yes! That's it! Don't stop. I like that! Oh, please, don't stop!"
Ralph smiled as he pulled his head up and positioned himself on his knees between the twelve-year-old's thighs. Her juices were flowing freely, and Ralph had an overpowering urge to sink his prick in the gorgeous young girl's belly. He held his cock in his hand and leaned forward to bring it between the thin lips of her sex. Holding it firmly, he wiggled the head of his penis back and forth across her clitoris. She squirmed and writhed at the contact, arching her hips to bring him even closer. Ralph guided his surging cock to the dark red hole in her slit and pressed hard.
For a moment, Ralph thought he had another Margie on his hands. The hole was so tight his cock perched at the entrance without being able to penetrate the tight ring. But by pressing hard, he managed to slide it inside.
"This may hurt for a few moments, Cathy," he said, "but it will go away and then you'll feel something you've never felt before." Jabbing hard, he used his hips as pistons to thrust his raging cock up inside the twelve-year-old's body. It moved slowly, fractions of an inch at a time, but steadily.
"OOWWWW!" she protested as she felt the shooting pains race through her body. Her small vagina was expanding to six times its normal size as his penis worked its way inside her.
Ralph stopped, holding his penis quiet and steady in her cunt. He didn't want to hurt her, and he knew if she had a moment or two to get used to the stretched feeling of her canal it would be easier on her.
"Do it!" she sobbed. "Put it all the way up me. Fast!"
Ralph never needed a woman to beg him to fuck her. He bucked his hips and ground down into her small body with all his might. His cock stopped when he hit her hymen, but he jabbed hard and shot beyond the broken membrane.
"UUUUggghhhhHHHH!" she moaned as she felt him rip her virginity to shreds. "Stop! Please! Stop, you're killing me!"
Ralph was an animal at this point. He ignored her tiny voice and began fucking her hard. His hips pumped and his balls slapped her tender tail as he ground into her belly with the full thirteen inches of his slender cock. He ground his pubic hair into her tender clitoris as he began a hard sawing motion.
Melody forced the coffee down Margie's throat until the girl's head cleared and she sat up straight. "Better?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you, Mrs. Martin."
"Call me Melody. Your head a little clearer?"
"Yes, Melody. I don't know what happened to me. Everything was so fuzzy and queer. But I feel much better now. Do I have to drink more coffee?"
"Not if you don't want to, Margie," Melody replied, placing the cup on the table and sitting close to the eleven-year-old. She placed her arm around Margie's shoulders and cuddled her. Melody had trouble controlling herself as she looked at the child's lovely body. "You're a lovely girl, Margie. My husband says he loves you. I can see why. I love you, too."
"You do?"
"Certainly, I love everything pretty, don't you?"
"I guess so."
Melody brought her face close to Margie's and stared affectionately into her eyes. Then, slowly their lips came closer and closer until Melody's mouth closed over Margie's lips. She felt the young girl's body go tense for a moment, but Melody darted her tongue into Margie's mouth and began running it excitingly around the girl's lips. Her hand dropped to Margie's tiny breast and her knowing fingers began tracing exciting circles on the girl's budding nipples.
After a moment, Margie's body relaxed and Melody placed her other hand between the child's thighs. Her fingers spread the girl's legs and then began probing the soft skin of her pubic mound. Ralph was right! Margie's cunt was delectable, Melody thought as her fingers probed the slender slit and she felt the warm juices flow into her hand. She darted her finger inside Margie's vagina and dropped her head to capture one of the eleven-year-old's tender nipples in her hot mouth.
Margie was confused. She felt terribly mature with the Martins, yet she did not understand them. Didn't it matter to Melody that her husband made love to Margie, and now Cathy? She remembered everything Ralph had told her about sex and love being two entirely different things, yet it all somehow contradicted her impression of love. And now here was Melody making love to her in the way Cathy had the other night. And Margie's body was responding, despite the confusion which existed in her young mind. She felt her nipples become hot and hard, and there was an itch between her legs as Melody's hand played with her pussy. Give in to the demands of your body, Ralph had said. Sex and your desires are natural, all the rest is false, something man has built to make you feel bad. His words rang in her ears as her body came to life under Melody's expert touch. Margie reached out and cupped one of Melody's beautiful breasts in her hand. It was larger than Cathy's and the nipple was already as hard as a rock!
The pain in Cathy's vagina had subsided. She still felt full and stretched beyond anything she could have imagined, but his surging penis was moving steadily in and out as he rocked his pelvis against her in a lovely motion that sent shivers running through her body. She glanced down and watched the gleaming shaft disappear into her body like a log going into a long tunnel. The sight fascinated her and she glued her eyes to her crotch as Ralph began a new motion. He withdrew his long penis to where just the head was poised inside her vaginal opening, and hovered there for a long moment before thrusting his hips and sending it racing deep into her womb. Cathy couldn't believe that all of his cock could possibly fit into her body, yet he somehow managed to sink it to the very hilt with each thrust. She felt his hairy balls rub and slap against her bottom, and that excited her even more.
Cathy secretly had two small orgasms while Ralph was fucking her, and she prided herself that he did not realize it. But just when she was feeling proud of herself, something happened inside her body. It was like a time bomb exploding-a fire bomb! Inside and out, Cathy was burning. Each stroke of Ralph's prick inside her cunt was magnified a hundred times and her nipples felt like burning coals. It was almost painful, the feeling was that intense.
"AAAAaaaiiiieeeee!" she screamed as her body exploded and her juices began flowing in torrents. Her legs flew around Ralph's waist and she pounded her heels against his plunging buttocks. Her head swung back and forth, and her small fists began beating frantically on Ralph's back.
Ralph had never witnessed such an enthusiastic orgasm. Melody was right when she said that Cathy was completely natural and had a child's enthusiasm. He had been holding himself in rigid control, because even though he had already fucked Margie, Ralph had felt his balls begin to ache almost the minute he entered Cathy's twelve-year-old body. He'd never been like this at a swinging party, and Ralph Martin marveled at how aroused he became with young girls. As Cathy's fists and heels beat tattoos on his ass and back, Ralph doubled his stroking of her cunt and relaxed his control. He was surprised to see how long her orgasm lasted, and his came upon him as suddenly as Cathy's had. It began with a rumble in his testicles. His entire body quaked and shook. His cock seemed to fly in and out of her wet cunt, and then he came unglued. Sperm began pumping through his shaft like a high pressure hose, and he felt it bounce off the walls of her young pussy and come running down the length of his shaft.
"Grrraaaagggghhhhh!" The grunt escaped his lips like the sound of a wild animal mating, which was precisely what Ralph Martin was at that moment. He felt Cathy's fingers dig into the skin of his back as her legs locked around his waist and her body clung to his tightly.
When they finally relaxed, Ralph held Cathy in his arms as they watched Melody and Margie locked in a frantic embrace. Cathy's hand held Ralph's penis and stroked it slowly as they stared at the two girls who seemed to be trying to devour each other with their hungry mouths.
Melody had abandoned her civilized state to become a predatory animal. Eating the child's cunt was the most exciting, all consuming thing she had ever done. And feeling the young girl's hungry, demanding tongue between the lips of her own pussy drove her to new heights. She bit and chewed, licked and lapped with complete abandon, until Margie's entire body was shaking out of control in the spasms of an intense orgasm.
Margie's climax was so intense she could not even cry out. Her groans of pleasure died in her throat or were muffled in the thick hairy mat of Melody's vagina which completely covered her young face. She sank her teeth into Melody's enlarged clitoris and scraped them down the entire bud.
"EEEEooowwwww!" Melody cried as she felt the sharp teeth grind into the sensitive skin of her clitoris. There was a mixture of pain and pleasure which gripped Melody's stomach and made her bowels contract. Her entire being burst into bright orange flames. Her pores opened and sweat poured out to form rivers and streams all over her body. Her tits quivered, rocked and felt like they were ready to disintegrate. And still the hungry child's young mouth kept on scraping and biting! Melody collapsed, a brief blackness enveloping her exhausted body.
Margie remained conscious, but she felt so drained she could not move. Her body was still quivering minutes after her orgasm, and her breathing remained heavy.
Cathy's hand continued stroking Ralph's penis. She smiled when she felt it quiver and begin to grow in her grasp. Adults certainly tired easily, she thought to herself.
Ralph couldn't believe the stirring in his loins. He would have sworn that after that climax he had with Cathy he wouldn't be able to sport a hard-on for a week! But here he was getting hard in the child's hand again!
"The party isn't over, is it?" Cathy asked with wide eyes and the hint of a pout on her lips.
"No, Cathy," Ralph sighed, "the party isn't over."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Do you think he's found out?" Melody asked, wringing her hands and walking nervously back and forth across their small living room. She looked directly at Ralph who stood looking pensively out the window into the school yard. "Well?"
"For the fiftieth time, Melody, I don't know!" Ralph said quietly.
"Didn't he give you a hint? Maybe his tone of voice?"
"Nothing, darling. He simply walked up to me this morning and said he'd like to see both of us in his study tonight. He wasn't smiling, and there was no menace in his voice."
"I think he's found out," Melody persisted. "Maybe one of the girls talked to another girl or something."
"Melody, I think you're working yourself up over nothing," Ralph said softly, walking up to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "It could be any one of a dozen things, even a staff conference. Besides, we both know Harold is laying little Sylvia. So what could he possibly say if he did know?"
"I don't know, Ralph, but I'm worried."
"It's just left over from your Puritan conscience, that's all." He looked at his watch and frowned. "Come on, it's later than I thought. We'll get this over with and you'll be able to relax again."
They walked downstairs to the school yard and crossed slowly. Ralph watched the young girls leaving the dining hall in groups, talking and laughing as they made their way to their rooms. He was pleased that things had been going so well at Heavenly Hills and that he and Melody had fitted into this level of education so readily. It had been hard work and called for a number of adjustments on their part, particularly in their styles of teaching, but they enjoyed the work. It was more of a challenge, and perhaps that was what made it so rewarding in the long run.
Ralph's eyes caught several very cute little figures which were just beginning to bud and he smiled to himself. What he and Melody called their "fringe benefit" of a supply of young girls for sexual training definitely made a difference. They had talked about expanding their activities beyond Cathy and Margie, perhaps even to some of the younger girls, and Ralph was looking forward to this aspect of their life at Heavenly Hills.
Melody fought back panic. She had never been so completely happy in her life, and Melody was frightened that her happiness would be pulled out from under her and that she and Ralph would have to return to the never-never land of bored and boring swingers. And Melody knew she wouldn't be able to stand that existence again. Not after the joy and excitement of working with children. And in the back of her mind Melody was convinced that their sexual adventures with the young girls would actually serve to save the girls from ever becoming the jaded, bored zombies who called themselves swingers. That in effect they were short-circuiting the . cause and effect relationship of the sexual revolution. And through a process of rationalization and justification, Melody had convinced herself that in their case the possibility of an adult warping a child's mind did not exist.
They climbed the stairs to the second-floor suite Harold Stone had reserved for himself and knocked on his study door. He opened it almost immediately, indicating that he had anticipated their arrival. The solemn look on Harold's face sent chills through Melody's stomach.
"Come in, come in," he urged, waving them through the door and closing it securely behind them. "Please sit down. I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"Oh?" Ralph commented in the pause which seemed to call for a cue.
"Yes. They called me from the hospital this morning. Cary Waller died in her sleep last night." Harold crossed the room slowly and pulled the chair from his desk to sit facing Ralph and Melody.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Melody said.
"Yes," Ralph added in a somber voice, "she was a fine woman. Do they know the cause?"
"Unofficially, hypertension," Harold said quietly. "The official cause will probably be listed as a coronary failure. I don't think any of us realized how ill she was."
"We'll certainly miss her here," Melody remarked, her body visibly relaxed now that she knew the purpose of this meeting.
"I'm afraid that is a gross understatement, Melody," Harold said, and he began telling them the entire story of Heavenly Hills and his inheritance. "So, you see, I'm very much a neophyte in this business, and I depended to a great extent on Mrs. Waller's experience and knowledge of the school. That's one of the reasons I asked you to come up here this evening. This gap in our staff will not be easily filled. I feel we face a complete realignment of classes."
"Will you continue to teach?" Ralph asked.
"I don't think I can. With Mrs. Waller gone, I will have to be free for administrative work. Which probably means at least two additions to our current staff, one to take my classes and one to take over Mrs. Waller's responsibilities and classes."
"And one of them will have to be resident," Melody commented.
"Not necessarily," Harold said with the hint of a smile on his lips. "That brings me to another project I feel we should initiate. You see, we're all indebted to Mrs. Waller for a number of things. You, for instance, Melody, owe her a debt of gratitude for the delights you've been experiencing with Cathy Abbott."
"What?" Melody gasped.
"Oh, please don't waste my time by denying it. You'll find practically nothing goes on at Heavenly Hills that I don't know about. Like your affair with Margie, Ralph. By the way, is Margie a good lay?"
"Uh ... why ... yes, quite good," Ralph replied, experiencing a rare loss of his composure. "How in the world...."
"Simple," Harold replied with a wave of his hand. "As you may know, I've been having a lovely time with young Sylvia. And children love intrigue. They make marvelous spies."
"But...." Melody began.
"Please understand," Harold continued, waving aside Melody's intended protest, "that I have absolutely no objections to this conduct. As I told you, Melody, I thought you'd find the gay life rewarding. And Mrs. Waller and I were working together on some planned sexual adventures for our young maidens here at Heavenly Hills. I think we'll get much further if we all admit that we're horny people who delight in the charms of young girls. And if you both are honest enough to admit that, I think you'll be very interested in the new program I mentioned.
"You see," he continued, lighting his pipe slowly, "I want to begin classes in sex education for all of our students."
"Sex education?" Ralph said.
"You mean turn the whole student body on?" Melody asked incredulously.
"No, not giant sex orgies," Harold said with a chuckle, "although the idea certainly has some exciting possibilities. I'm referring to legitimate sex education courses, geared to the various age groups we have here."
"But won't that be adding to the already existing staff problem?" Ralph protested. "It seems to me we're talking about at least one, and perhaps two more for the staff."
"Undoubtedly," Harold replied. "And naturally that distresses me. But with some careful planning perhaps we can combine this with the duties of our staff and the new members we will be hiring. You see, Ralph, I've given this careful consideration. First of all, sex education will prove beneficial to the students. That's a well-established fact. And, second, it is terribly important to the three of us and our own little program. I'm confident that you've both considered expanding your activities. You, Melody, would like new little twats to lick and new little tongues to explore your lovely cunt. And you, Ralph, must wonder if some of the other young girls wouldn't enjoy your particular brand of balling. I myself would like to explore beyond the delightful Sylvia. But selection is a very real problem in our situation. And that's where our new sex education program will prove to be invaluable."
"For heaven's sake, how?" Ralph asked impatiently.
"Well, first we spike the sex education courses with some psychological booby traps," Harold replied. "A series of perhaps half a dozen questions mixed into a normal examination will tell us a great deal about the emotional makeup of the student. We'll be able to gauge her stability and her potential as a sex partner. You'll have to admit that at the moment we're guessing, and we could make a drastic mistake that way."
"God forbid!" Melody replied with a shudder.
"Precisely, Melody, God forbid!" Harold continued. "The ramifications are frightening. But with scientific study we'll eliminate the guesswork. We'll know which girls are our prospects and how they will react, even what method or approach will be most successful in the shortest period of time."
"And we can tell quite a bit by just observing the girls in a sex education course," Ralph added, warming to the idea rapidly.
"Exactly!" Harold responded. "And add to that closer observation of the girls' living habits, and we have virtually eliminated all guesswork to make our potential almost unlimited."
"But with Mrs. Waller gone," Melody said, "how can we get closer observation of the girls in their dorms?"
"Well, if you are both in agreement with me on this program and find it as exciting as I do, I want to ask you to take over Mrs. Waller's wing. Next year, we can build an apartment for you by adding on to the building at the end of the hall. But this year you will be slightly inconvenienced. I'm afraid the best we can do quickly is to open a door between two of the rooms and make you a small apartment without a kitchen. You can eat all of your meals in the main dining room and make full use of the school laundry service. Naturally, there will be a substantial raise involved for both of you. You'll be working harder and taking on a great deal more responsibility, and I will see that you're rewarded. I can't say just how much at the moment, until after we realign our classes and see how many additional staff members we'll have to have. I'd appreciate your assistance on that, Ralph."
"Certainly," Ralph replied. "When do we start?"
"Tonight, if possible."
"One thing I don't understand," Melody interjected. "We'll be controlling Mrs. Waller's wing rather effectively, I agree. But what about the girls in the other wings? If the other members of the staff aren't in on all of this, won't we be risking exposure if we initiate girls who live outside our control? I mean, after all, these girls do talk. Look at what you learned about Ralph and me. What's to stop Miss Mellon, or even Mrs. Jones, from learning the same way?"
"Yes, we'll have to be careful of that," Harold replied with a smile. "But let's use logic for a moment. Our greatest exposure comes in two areas: first, the girl being missing from her dorm to take part in our little games. Once or twice, this can be explained without raising suspicion, but beyond that someone will begin to wonder what the hell is going on. And, secondly, we risk a certain amount of exposure in what the girl will tell her friends and roommates. Both dangers can be eliminated by keeping all of our little girls in one dorm. How many girls will Mrs. Waller's wing hold?"
"Thirty-six," Ralph responded.
"Thirty-two, if we take two of the rooms for our apartment," Melody corrected.
"All right, thirty-two," Harold laughed. "Now, can you imagine us ever using more than thirty-two girls for our little games? Hardly! We won't touch a girl until we have her transferred to your wing. The minute we feel she has potential, we'll change her from her dorm to yours."
"And bounce some girl we feel is a risk," Ralph added.
"Right. We might even call it F Wing," Harold chuckled.
"But what about the different age levels?" Melody asked. "Won't it seem strange mixing the age levels in one dorm?"
"Perhaps, but we'll explain that in terms of emotional development. Now, Ralph, if you think you can spare a few hours, I think we should try to work out our realignment of classes. And when we're finished, we might see if we can bring Sylvia and Margie up here and do a little swapping for some variety. You'll find Sylvia quite a sex machine. And, Melody, I wish you'd spend some time in the wing. You'll have to break the news about Mrs. Waller. I haven't told anybody. Some of the girls felt close to her, so you'll probably have some emotional problems at first."
"Come on, honey," Ralph said, "I'll walk you ' down. If we're going to work on figures and schedules, I need my glasses. I'll be back in less than ten minutes, Harold."
"Fine, I'll get everything out and we'll see what we can do with it."
Melody and Ralph descended the stairs arm in arm and crossed the yard in silence. When they reached their apartment, Melody breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why the big sigh?"
"Oh, Ralph, you have no idea of how tense I was up there. You know how worried I was about Harold finding out what we've been doing. Then, when he told us he knew, I almost had a heart attack. Besides, I'm always uncomfortable around Harold Stone, and don't ask me to explain why."
"Feel better now?"
"Much."
"And what do you think of our leader's plan?"
"Ralph, it's crazy, but I like it!"
"So do I."
"And he's going to give us a raise."
"Screw the raise!" Ralph said with a hearty laugh.
