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FOREWORD
From the outside, it looked like an ordinary, rich man's estate, slightly more austere than most wealthy people could have afforded. Yet this estate, with its orderly grounds, and neat houses, was very special to the locality, for it housed a special school. The estate had belonged to Mr. John, as he became known. Once upon a time he had been a playboy. One night, coming home late from one of his mistress's homes, he had found his wife, dead.
Filled with grief, when he read her suicide note, in which she told him how she despaired of ever mending his ways, he gave up women entirely, looking on them as weak and sinful. He gave up sex and drinking and cigarettes and desserts.
One of his former lady friends, who had become old, joined him, and gradually they formed a community - mostly of older women, who were without men, and young girls with behavior problems whose parents felt they needed the discipline.
And it was a harsh discipline. Women were considered weak, and good for nothing but cleaning, cooking, and perhaps teaching, but always under the guidance of a man. Sex was not to be spoken of, much less indulged in.
Mr. John, having turned harsh and bitter in his old age, ruled the community, called Mr. John's Community with an iron hand. Eventually, he founded a school in the old carriage house, merely because it was a building not being used, and he hated to waste anything. But more important, he felt that the world was being destroyed with sinfulness, especially the sin of sexual indulgence.
CHAPTER ONE
"Stop that talking, Johnny, and go back to sleep," Claire commanded. "And that goes for you, too, William!"
As she spoke, Claire's hands crept underneath her heavy cloth uniform, hidden by her desk, she stroked her soft plump thighs, her flesh quivering. She watched William's sensual mouth as he studied her ample tits rubbing against the coarse cloth until her nipples hardened and were in a painful ecstasy. Her fingers delicately pressed against her tiny undergarment and pinched the ends of the rebellious dark hair which escaped from underneath it.
Her other hand meanwhile reached behind her and beneath her firm, exposed rear with an elegant golden pendant that she normally wore around her neck, but which she often used as now, to play with herself.
Slowly she lifted her knees and the white silk underpants slipped off her and she frantically entered both holes at once.
The cold metal tore at her insides. It pressed in so that it met her finger plunged into her cunt. She churned hard, shaking madly in uncontrollable spasms, the hot clear grease covering her pale hands as they jerked her off.
"Now," she moaned softly and then suddenly stopped, looked around her-no, none of the students had seen her.
She smiled, satisfied.
Claire stroked the still sensitive slit lightly and licked her fingers with care, rearranged herself and called for the class's attention. It was the end of the test period, she declared.
Claire had a bountifully curved, teasingly soft body. Her tits stood fresh and firm underneath her loose garb. Her face was pure and white and sullenly beautiful, her eyes crystal blue in contrast to the dark cropped hair which had once flowed over her shoulders, black and gleaming. The look she gave the pupils in her class was cold and hard.
The premature adolescent girl next to William stroked his ass teasingly and he jumped with pleasure, letting out an involuntary noise. Claire looked menacingly at the culprit, and then at her victim.
"William! For that you have detention after school today for two hours," she said quietly.
He looked at her with irritation. There were stories already of Claire's strangeness among the members of her new class. The Headmistress, it was said, had even been told last year and was keeping a close watch on her, but, of course, she was peculiar, too.
William was a lively golden-haired sixteen-year-old, small for his age but well-formed. Claire smiled at him, before hurriedly looking away.
At lunch, Mr. Thomas, a proud, austere man who had taught at the school for many years, sat down with Claire.
He was kindly and paternal. He advised her to watch her ways; the Committee was watching her.
She looked hurt and contritely laid her hands over his; a tear slipped down her cheeks to her lovely lips.
"Mr. Thomas, I'm trying, really I am." She thought of the fall that had led her to this strict institution. When she was only sixteen she had been walking with a friend to school. Two young men stopped them near the edge of the woods and led them to an isolated part of the forest.
She remembered her friend had felt afraid and so had she, but she was excited as well. Her pants were wet by the time they got there. One of the boys tied her friend's hands behind a narrow tree and stripped her from the waist down so that only her long shirt covered her up.
"Do you want to feel your friend up?" the boy asked her.
She shook her head.
Meanwhile, the other boy had unzipped his pants and was stroking his penis until it was stiff sticking out so that she longed to clench it.
"My friend is going to make her suck him off unless you play with her," the first boy said. Her friend was long and tan. Her hands strained at the ropes that held her. Her supple body squirmed in horror. "Please, don't, Claire," she implored. Claire gazed for the first time at her friend. They'd known each other for a long time but she'd never really seen her cunt, or the little tits that one could barely see under her blouse. Did Marilyn wear a bra, she wondered.
The first boy approached Marilyn. "Let me look first, please," Claire asked timidly. Carefully she lifted Marilyn's shirt tails.
"No, Claire, oh, please no!"
It was beautiful. Ringlets of light brown hair, not fully grown scarcely hid the long, wide arc of Marilyn's cunt. "Let me lick it just once," Claire begged. "Then maybe they'll leave us alone." Marilyn tried to squirm away, but Claire gripped her sides and held her.
One of the boys laughed. "She really wants it."
With the edge of her tongue, Claire gently soothed her friend's opening. Soon her tongue was sticky with Marilyn's liquid. "Oh, Claire," she purred softly.
"Can I help you?" one of the boys asked.
"Oh, would you suck her tits, please?" she said, and blushed.
He unbuttoned Marilyn's shirt and as she writhed in shame and passion, he tied it like a mask over her eyes.
Claire stepped back and stared at her friend's inviting body. Her tits quivered, as blindly her friend thrashed about, unable to see what be done to her next.
"Lay her on the ground, on those twigs," Claire pleaded. The sharp thorns must have hurt Marilyn, for she screamed out as she was shoved down, and her body pressed against the cold earth and the wood splintered against her bare flesh. The boy crouched over Marilyn inserted his prick into her mouth, which Claire pried open. "Suck him off, Marilyn," she whispered. The boy leaned over and with a leaf he had picked up tickled Marilyn's pink nipples.
The other boy lifted Marilyn's legs up so that the light brown hair could only be seen covering up her friend's anus. She inserted her finger into the hole.
"Claire, don't let him do that!" Marilyn cried, mistakenly. Claire inserted another finger and forced it all the way in. Claire felt the skin ripping. Marilyn was screaming with an agony and pleasure that she'd never experienced before.
The three of them plied her body as she moaned and twisted in useless protest. Against her own will, she began to roll her tongue over the boy's prick her hands tied behind her pressed against the scratched cheeks of her bottom which Claire rubbed with thorns and earth until drops of blood emerged and Claire then eagerly licked the blood off.
Suddenly the boy withdrew his cock from her mouth and as Marilyn came, her body jerking with shame but unable to contain itself, his white sperm was gratefully emitted, covering her face.
Of course, crying and ridden with guilt, Marilyn had told her parents of the incident the next day, placing the blame as much on Claire as on the boys. Claire, who lived alone with her stepmother, was forced "to go to the institution where she was now employed. There she had been for more than ten years during which time she had become a member of the ascetic community and was now an elementary schoolteacher.
But she wasn't satisfied.
The excitement with Marilyn and the boys when she was only fifteen had never died though she wished feverishly that it would. She had never been entered herself, but as she grew older, her luscious bosom and the soft tantalizing plump flesh between her legs had developed wonderfully. At night, watching herself in the wall mirror of her bare room, she dreamed of the stiff rod violating her ultimately and the white cream coursing through her body. With her own hand she would twist and pull and stroke the black fur which now hid the entrance to her passion and reached up to her pale abdomen and curled naval; and it was usually very late at night when she slept on stained sheets, her frustrations never abated.
Mr. Thomas slowly became conscious of Claire's hands pressed against his. He was an old man yet at times his cock seemed to bulge underneath his trousers as in his youth.
His knee rested against Claire's thigh beneath the table. He tried to pretend he could not feel the heat and aroma coming from between her legs, behind her frock.
Claire smiled to herself. She sighed and looking away, saying, "Mr. Thomas, I want to confess to all of my sins. I am evil. I need to be cleaned. Please, now, come with me and cleanse me."
"I will restore you, my child," he replied gravely.
Mr. Thomas led her to the huge silent meditation room, where the members of the community tried to purge themselves of their human, sexual mores. They stood, heads bowed before a picture of the Founder, a grim-looking old man.
"What have you done, Claire, to which you wish to repent?" Mr. Thomas asked.
"I want to be loved," she whispered.
"We are all loved by him," he said, pointing to the picture of Mr. John.
"Sometimes I feel a longing, you know where, Mr. Thomas, between my legs. I want a man inside of me."
He didn't say anything.
"Don't you feel that longing, too, sometimes? When I was young, my mother, who lived alone most of her life, came to me sometimes in the middle of the night to lie in bed with me. She would tell me of my father. He was strong and good. She would ask me to feel her tits, and her big, brown nipples. "That's what you'll be like some day. Pinch them, feel them everywhere, so you'll know," she told me.
"She breathed heavily when I did that, of course. I didn't understand. I was only a little girl"
"Then she would say, 'You used to suck at your real mother's nipples when you were a baby, Claire. I've brought you up. I've worked hard for you. Won't you suck mine, too?"
"My mouth was small and her tits, oh, Mr. Thomas, I mean breasts, they were so large, but I would hold one at a time in both my little hands, and would run my tongue over them.
"Then my mother would put her hand on the insides of her thighs and stretch her legs far apart holding them tense.
"She would say, 'Look at my vagina, Claire.
It's dry, make it wet.' She had taught me how to examine her wide opening and to pinch the fleshy mounds on both sides of it until it became moist and sticky.
"Then she would say, 'See how many fingers you can get in it. Now that it's so nice and damp there.'
"You know how children are. I tried to get my whole fist in. It was like a game. She would cry and thrash about. 'Oh, don't stop, Claire, that's a good girl." I would try to get farther and farther in.
"Once I felt a small lump outside her. When I touched it, her body jerked, hands which I saw were now stroking her own hard brown nipples, moved faster over her whole body.
"She cried out, 'Hold it in your hand, Claire.' I pushed at it with my fingers. It was like she was having a fit. Her round massive chest dripped with sweat, her mouth which was red and thick so that I wanted to bite it, lay wide open.
"Finally, I would get ahold of that elusive ball, then I would playfully jerk it up and down, and squeeze. 'Oh, Claire, I'm coming, I'm coming!' She would scream as her hands pushed against her thrusting tits until I thought they would burst.
"Then I felt her cunt, opening and closing over my hand, gripping it like a caress from my mother."
Claire looked up again at Mr. Thomas and smiled innocently but coyly. She couldn't help but notice his physical discomfort, and the unmistakable swelling near his zipper.
She repeated her question of before. "Don't you feel that way yourself, Mr. Thomas? My stepmother was no younger than yourself, you know."
Mr. Thomas blushed and shook his head, but Claire reached forward and with her long fingernails scratched up and down his zipper. "Haven't you ever played with yourself when you were alone? When he wasn't watching?" she murmured, glancing again at the picture.
"Claire!" he commanded "take hold of your senses."
Claire cupped his dangling balls in one hand and with the other fondled the tip of his penis gently. "Oh shit!" he groaned as if to himself while his cock throbbed and grew even larger in her delicate white fingers.
Claire smiled.
With quick movements she threw her dull gray, loose-fitting dress over her head and stood before the man dressed only in a silken bra from which two small pink nipples protruded. Her black pubic hair was drenched with her own liquid, curling from the dampness and lifting just enough to give Thomas a glimpse of her little throbbing pussy.
She turned, and propping herself up, plunged one outstretched hand between her legs and while still grasping Mr. Thomas's penis led him closer and closer to her.
Slowly she unzipped his trousers and examined his small virgin prick, red and moist. She fingered the slight opening at the end of it, and longed to see his white sperm pour out.
"You've masturbated, haven't you?" she whispered. She took one of his hands and guided it to his own cock.
Mr. Thomas sighed and as Claire wriggled on her hand, plunging it into her body again and again until she screamed with the hurt and delight of it, he stared at her quivering flesh and rapidly massaged his own penis. Claire, satiated, rose and held the cumbersome fabric up around his waist, drawing another wave of excitement to her secret place, from the sight of his bare ass jumping and spasming uncontrollably and his turgid rod filling with seething sperm.
His skinny aging body pulsated violently, his ravenous eyes watched as Claire, rotating her hips and sobbing gratefully pushed down her delicate bra and seizing her breasts pushed them upward toward her face and kissed her own sweet nipples.
"Ooooooh," she moaned "I'm coming...please forgive me."
Calmly, Claire returned to her feet. Mr. Thomas still clenched his penis and gazed at her luscious cunt longingly. The only thing in the world he cared about at that instant was the filling of that mysterious cavern with his male power.
"Help me come," he begged.
Claire unclasped the laced harness exposing her body completely. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize...." her voice trailed off sadly.
Without another word she took the sweat-ridden brassiere and slowly stroked the man's cock with it until he gasped with pleasure like a child. "Look at our leader," she commanded.
He began to whimper, while Claire bent down and tickled his balls with the hard and wet tips of her pear shaped breasts.
"Look at Mr. John," she ordered.
Reluctantly he glanced upward.
"He loves you, Father Thomas, as I do." She fingered her dripping pussy and smeared her cream on to the tip of his prick. "He wants you to love, to climax, as I do. Kneel down before me, Mr. Thomas, and suck my black fur and my jelly. Suck me dry and pure, and be relieved."
She undid his trousers, and let them fall to the ground. She pushed him down before her, his' boney knees brushed against her heavy shoes.
Mr. Thomas' face was shoved into her thick black bush, timidly he massaged her pussy with his dry tongue. "Lap it up," Claire said sternly.
Obediently Mr. Thomas sucked harder, his eager tongue exploring each crevice of Claire's pussy. The warm fluid poured forth anew, staining his thin lips.
"Now empty yourself off in front of me and after you come, lick the sperm from my hands." The good man, unconscious of everything but the feel of his own hands pushing and pulling his slender prick, let Claire cup her hands underneath his cock, and he ejaculated pure white semen into them, and when she offered her splattered hands to his mouth, he gladly cleansed them.
Claire smiled.
"You won't let the Headmistress make trouble for me, will you?" said Claire quietly as she refastened her bra and parted her hair.
Mr. Thomas shook his head meekly. "No, my child," he replied.
As she was walking back to class, Claire was met by Robert O'Conner, a teacher employed by the school. The community was so strict it did not attract many followers to carry on their work of teaching that the flesh is evil and the mind is good. He was tall, with an open handsome face, and his body seemed to be as broad and powerful as when he was an All American fullback back in his college days.
Claire, however, had instantly taken a deep dislike for him, and always greeted him with her most stern expression.
"Good afternoon, Claire," he said with a polite smile. "May I speak to you for a moment?"
"I'm busy right now Mr. O'Conner," Claire said severely.
"Please call me Rob, come on, it will really be only a second." Taking her arm he steered her toward the far end of the hall.
"I wanted to invite you to my house for dinner this Saturday night."
"Oh nothing like that I assure you. My sister and I are heading a charity drive for the school this year, and we wanted to meet with a few of the members of the community to discuss our plans. The Headmistress herself specially asked that I ask you to come."
Claire glared at him angrily. "Well in that case, for a worthy cause I mean, I'll be glad to come, Mr. O'Conner," she said. "Will it be at your sister's house?"
"Yes. We live together you see." He grinned. Neither of us have been able to find the proper mate I guess but you wouldn't know about such problems would you?" Claire was sure that he was looking directly at her bust when he said that.
"No I wouldn't," she responded haughtily. Much to her dismay she felt her nipples stand up stiff scratching against her robe. She was sure he could see their outline. "I don't think about such things," she said. Her pretty face turned pink.
He laughed. "Of course, of course. I'm not ashamed to tell you that I've known many women like you whose souls could not bear any of the physical pleasures of life."
"Mr. O'Conner, please!" said Claire, shocked.
"Claire, I wouldn't dream of offending you, I apologize if I've said anything indiscreet."
"I have to go now."
"I'll be expecting you then Saturday?"
"Yes of course," Claire's eyes rested gently on his groin.
"Fine, see you then." Claire stole a fleeting look at his strong thighs and broad back as he walked away and returned to her classroom, with an icy look in her eyes.
After school Claire stood before William in the detention room. William's grey eyes were expressionless.
"Now William," Claire said sweetly, "you know I don't like to punish you but you have challenged my authority as a teacher. I can't allow that." From the desk behind her Claire picked up a long wooden ruler. You should be punished, William shouldn't you?"
A look of curiosity crossed William's face. "Yes, Miss Claire."
"I want you to take off all your clothing, William."
The teenage boy smiled in confusion and embarrassment and slowly undressed, but tried to show a bravado he hoped would shock her. "Put your hands over your head William," Claire declared.
William's small naked white penis barely dangled between his shivering legs. His pubic hairs, golden and short were the only things that masked his bare flesh. His balls were like pliable white marbles.
"Have you noticed you are growing hair there?" Claire inquired, indicating the boy's genitals.
William laughed uneasily and nodded his head.
Claire without warning grabbed one of the longer strands and yanked it.
William howled with pain and indignation.
"William if you yell you will be punished more. You're a bad influence, William. I'm going to shave one of those hairs off, William, so you'll remember to show me some respect."
William's face grew contorted. He was too proud to humiliate himself with awkward protests or to pull his pants quickly and run like a scared child. Besides the prospect of Miss Claire touching him in such a place was very appealing.
One by one Claire grasped each of the hairs with a pair of tweezers and snipped them off. Soon only William's pure flesh remained around his limp tool. By the last one he was fascinated with the sight of his total nakedness and his face was filled with intrigue.
After a few minutes Claire asked if he wanted her to blow the cut golden hairs off his white body. William nodded his head, suggestively. His cock was glistening resilient.
"But that's evil William. You really are an evil boy. She reached forward and clenched his little nuts in her fist and squeezed.
William gasped and tried to push her away, taken by surprise. "Be silent!" she cried.
William tensed and held his breath. Squeezing his naked scrotum harder and harder, Claire whispered, "do you like to touch yourself William? Do you remember how much you liked it when your mother used to wash you there? Do you want me to stop holding it William?"
The young man whined, "no, I don't want you to stop, Mrs. Claire, please."
Claire raised the ruler. "So you like it, William? Since you've been such a lustful young man, William, I'm going to have to teach you a few more things." Stretching her arm around him Claire guided the wooden measure into his smooth brown anus. William hollered out at the first pain and tried to break loose, but as Claire held his penis fast, his struggles only increased the sensations which were growing increasingly more and more pleasurable.
Farther and farther she pressed the wood in until it would go no further. She waited for a few seconds for William to savor the new feeling in this virgin place. Gradually he seemed to become used to the hard object plunged into his body and a strange smile flickered on his lips, as his breathing grew heavier.
She then let go of his penis and placed her other hand behind him, holding the ruler with it as well. With both hands she twisted the ruler inside him as he begged for more, insisting that he had learned his lesson if she would just put her mouth on him and let him come. He would do anything she wanted.
Claire smiled.
"I'll let you go for now, William. But if you misbehave again, I'll show you what it really feels like to be teased."
"If you are respectful in class on the other hand, you may merit some private tutoring from me that you'll never forget, do you understand?"
"Yes," said William, contracting his strong ass muscles against his rough dungarees and struggling to close his tight jeans over his hard on, "I understand, don't worry I'll be good."
CHAPTER TWO
That night Claire was awakened by a somewhat hesitant knock on her door. She opened it to find a tall black woman, Linda, standing in only her nightgown shivering in the hall. "May I please come in Claire?" she asked timidly.
Claire took notice of her compatriot's vigorous healthy body which seemed ready to burst from its bright white shield. Linda's powerful thighs rounded nicely into wide round hips stretching the gown almost to its sparse limits. The sloping crevice between Linda's voluptuous breasts were bare, black as a cave, and leading obviously to untapped treasures. She seemed young and afraid. Her broad negroid lips trembled slightly and her eyes shone in the night with fear.
"I'm sorry," Claire said, "you know we're not to have visitors now." Mr. John, our leader says the night is for sleeping alone and meditating.
"I'm afraid of the dark tonight Claire. I've never been afraid before but for some reason tonight. Let me stay for just a while until it passes please."
"No Linda, it's impossible. I won't break the rules. The rules of the community say that women are weak and worthless and must work harder to achieve some semblance of a man's virtue for we are here to serve and to sacrifice for the good of society. I will not disobey our laws. Hell awaits if I do."
"And does hell await you at night when you're all alone here, Claire?"
"I don't know what you mean, Sister, but you must leave. I'm in the middle of meditation."
"Claire I've heard you at night. I lay awake listening to the tossing in your bed, the aching sounds that grow louder and louder and never seem to die."
"I try to be good," she continued with a smirk, "but sometimes...just listening."
"Last night Claire, I watched you through a slight crack in the wall, where I used to hang a large picture of Edith Cavell who served society."
"I watched you massaging your thick dark hole until I couldn't stand it. Your tits are magnificent. So white and full. And the nipples. When you sucked them they shined like the sweet pink flesh of a baby's. Do you think your tits are as large as mine though?" she asked defiantly.
Slowly she lowered the top part of her robe making the starched white material scrape against the length of her tits. Her dark brown points stood up stiff and proud.
"Let me in Claire. We'll see whose measurements are bigger. Besides it is cold out here with almost nothing on."
"You're so black," Claire muttered with distraction as her eyes fixed on Linda's animal like tits.
Linda peered at her disdainfully and went in. "Oh, you have a mirror," she said, surprised.
Claire answered shyly, "yes, it helps sometimes. It's so lonely being here all alone at night." Confusedly she undressed and turned toward Linda who had gone to the bed and was lying on it eyeing her.
"You're so much taller than me, it's not fair to compare our sizes." She smiled and teasingly pulled one of her rouge nipples in the direction of Linda.
"You couldn't have seen my pussy last night very well. Do you think it's pretty?"
Innocently Claire squeezed her cunt and wiped her hands on Linda's breasts. Linda shuddered.
"Lie down next to me Claire," she said firmly. "I do think you're lovely, but I also think you're evil. I saw what you did to William today."
Linda rolled on her back, her massive chest shaking and spread her legs apart on the bed. "Claire, you are going to suck me if you can. If not you may choke till I forgive you."
Quickly she grabbed Claire, pulling her down, and trapping her head in a vice-like grip between her knees.
Claire wailed, her ears rang out with pain from the pressure. "If you try to break free, or to hurt me," Linda intoned, "you'll never hear again." , Claire looked with horror at Linda's tremendous slit. With her tongue she parted the wiry hair out of its way exposing it to the air so that Linda involuntarily shivered. Gently, Claire stroked its length, her eyes rooted on the damp black skin.
"Oh, dry it honey," Linda wailed, relaxing her hold.
Claire opened her mouth wide and sucked her off, the honey filled her mouth, as Linda grinned with joy, watching as her cunt grew wetter, excited by the new saliva dripping from Claire's mouth into it.
Finally with an animal grunt the black girl came, her vaginal lips fluttering wildly around Claire's grateful tongue.
"I'm sorry, honey," Linda apologized, "but you know you was wrong with that young man, beside, you been working me up to such a state these past nights, I'm about to plum explode."
Claire stroked her soft mound and sighed in frustration.
"What's wrong? You don't come huh?"
She shook her head sadly. "You're right about William, but sometimes it's so hard. I don't know what I'm doing I guess."
"You a virgin, now ain't you child?"
"Yes," Claire pouted, and went to her drawer. "I used this," she said displaying an electric vibrator that she'd recently purchased. "Would you like to try it?" You've reminded me not to be evil, please stay for a while. She cupped her breasts in her hands, "we still haven't proven which of us is bigger."
Linda took the vibrator and stared at it like it might hurt her.
"I'll show you." Claire plugged the device in and flicked the switch making it whirr and vibrate rapidly.
"Claire massaged her cunt a little with her finger until satisfied it was saturated and plugged the machine inside her.
Her voluptuous hips undulated frantically as Linda watched in amazement.
"Hold it for me," Claire begged, falling on the bed in a quivering heap.
Linda took hold of the machine and thrust it deep into the oozing hole of her next-door neighbor. She felt her own pussy grow excited, seeing Claire's jiggling tits dripping with sweat, the pink nipples glistening, but madly as she began masturbating with her free hand, she wanted to feel the cold steel vibrator inside her own body, teasing the sensitive satiny lining deep inside her.
Claire's eyes were pressed shut, oblivious to everything around her, her hands clenched her wonton hips steadying her sweet charms, and spreading her legs farther and farther apart, but she didn't come.
Linda shut off the machine and, her soft brown eyes gazing gently into Claire's, kissed the latter's pale lips, and long arching neck, while she also pried her fingers into the excited pussy, probing Claire's clitoris, jerking it easily in her finger-tips as Claire's back arched toward her.
"You going to come honey," the black girl whispered, slipping another hand under her buttocks and insistently pressing it into her brown hole behind.
"That old machine ain't no good. What you need is some regular love," she whispered, and bent down licking the insides of Claire's pretty white thighs.
"No, don't," Claire begged, as Linda's broad tongue penetrated her tangled black pubic jungle and explored deep inside her.
"Oh, I can't..." Linda's finger glided up her anus, her tongue encircled the hard vulnerable center of her groin, and with a splendid rush Claire moaned one last time and came.
"You are a pretty girl," Linda sighed, wiping Claire's drenched body off. "I'll tell you, between you and me, that William deserved some of the treatment you handed out to him."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know whose been bringing up that boy, but he sure knows a lot more than he's supposed to." I got this girl in my class, Theresa's her name. Last week she came running up to me, her clothes all tussled and bleeding and all. It took me more than an hour to drag the story out of her, she was so scared and distracted, you know.
"It seems that William spied her coming out of the library, and took a fancy to her. I can't say that I blame him, she's a well developed sixteen year old, already wearing a bra and all, and has the prettiest blonde hair you've ever seen."
"He drags her across the park you know, and calls over a few of his buddies over."
"This here William tells her to take her clothes off. Of course she thinks they're joking, but she makes believe she's angry at them teasing her that way and tries to go. William, she told me this, hysterical, pulls her down to the ground and commands his friends to hold her down."
"She kicks and struggles but to no avail. He removes her blouse, rips it all up, and starts fondling her breasts, just little things, you know. She showed me. They was all scratched up like she'd been in a fight with a lion or something."
"One of the boys gets his knees on her shoulders, pinning her down, while the other hikes her skirt, so as William, the monster, can examine her pussy. He spreads her legs wide apart and starts probing inside with his fingers.
By this time she's crying, poor thing, and begging him to let her go. Promising them each a feel of her tits, you know, if they'll only not touch her there."
"Then William takes off his pants, and strokes his prick till it stands way up."
"He mounts her, and pushes his prick in all the way, till she screams in agony, bleeding and all."
"Finally he's done, but that's not all. He invites each of his pals to do the same, while he forces her to suck him off. When they're finally through, each one of them satisfied, they laugh at her and let her free. That's when she runs into me."
"Honey, now you know why I didn't stop you when I did see what you was doing to that boy. Somebody's got to learn him a lesson."
"I called him into my office, naturally, the next day, course I had no mind to punish him all too severely. But would you believe it? he started making up to me with Theresa there and all. And honey, I gotta confess, he turned me on so that I forgot everything. And this school ain't supposed to have anything to do with sex."
"I sat him on my lap, you know, and told him what Theresa had said to me."
"Now I want you to apologize to that girl, I warned him."
"Then he slipped his hand somehow, between my legs, smiling like a little darling at the girl, and telling her how sorry he was. I took his hand away and slapped it viciously. He started crying you know, and threw his arms around me. The little monster must have felt me getting excited. I put my hand there between us and he started rubbing his little bottom up and down and over my fingertips."
"Why did you hit him?" Theresa asked, while William is feeling up my tits. She comes over and starts stroking his shoulder, and flirting with him. God, that little tyke was an expert, believe me. He sort of stroked me right around my nipples and affectionately fondling me underneath, till I was beside myself.
"Before I knew what was happening he'd got Theresa to help him. She undid his pants and started fooling around with his balls, kind of jiggling them in her hands till he got an incredible hard-on, his prick pressing into my stomach and jerking up and down like it was made of steel, you know. Mr. John must have turned over in his grave, sex being so evil and all."
"Then they started really working on me. She did this slow strip for my benefit, purring like a cat, and squeezing her pink nipples and letting William put his hands into her underpants and play with her pussy."
"Let him screw you, Linda," Theresa whined. "It feels so good. Let him put his cock into your slit and push it in and out, and wiggle it around."
"William grinned at me, knowingly. You know, for an instant there I thought he was actually not a young boy at all, but an old man playing an act, you know, preying on us all for some devious reason. Of course that's ridiculous, but still Linda glanced down at Claire who was lying on her stomach on the bed beside her, and was surprised to find that she had ceased to listen. Her tender behind was grinding back and forth, urged ort by the sound of Linda's voice as well as her hands that were buried beneath her.
Linda smiled. "Honey, you ain't through yet are you? My, my, but ain't you a sight?".
And without further ado, the black girl, her tremendous breasts swinging freely toward Claire's smooth back, parted her friend's buttocks, and obligingly lapped up the puckered brown crack between them.
"Fuck me," Claire whined.
"Sure honey." Linda turned her over like a sack of potatoes, and mounting her, rubbed their pussies together until they had both come.
* * *
The wind howled outside the confines of Claire's room, shadows darted across its bare walls from cars that rushed to unknown destinations below it. Claire lay contentedly on her back. Linda snuggled against her. The warmth of her tamed body, so massive and savage before, kindled feelings of tenderness and kindness in Claire's heart.
"How did you ever come to see me that first time with William?" she asked, playfully nibbling Linda's big tits.
"I see all that goes on around here," Linda said proudly. "I'm not nearly as bad as some of us that's in here that's for sure."
"You are a naughty girl aren't you?" Claire lightly touched her lips to Linda sloping neck.
Linda chuckled. "You think what we made us do to each other was bad. Let me tell you I've done worse than that to other's and I've witnessed even worse than that."
"Last month, I was feeling really bad, you know, and I went to the old wine cellar to relax and all. I was just to go through the door when I heard this moaning and whispering going on. I stopped to listen for a while, you know to see if I could find out who it was. There were two people I'm sure of that. In the dark I could barely make them out even though I went as close as I possibly could without being caught."
"God, I saw that big cock coming in and out of her."
"Who were they?" Claire asked excitedly.
"She was crouching on top of him facing his feet and jerking his huge tool inside of her like she was churning butter or something. She looked familiar but for some reason I just couldn't place her. I want to have her, he was saying to her. You'll never have me again, remember, if you won't help, and he pulled out his cock all of a sudden."
"She couldn't stand it. Oh I need more I'll go crazy, she said twitching about and - trying to grab it and force it back in, herself."
"I'll screw you and suck off your grey old cunt when you say you'll help me," he answered and he took his cock in his hand and jerked it in front of her a bit.
"Then I must have moved cause that old wooden floor squeaked. She turned around like nothing flat and said in a real hard voice, who is that! Whoever it is I better not find out or you'll be in real trouble. Children know better than to be in here!"
"She must have thought it was some pupil who had wandered in, but from her voice I knew who it was. The Headmistress herself. I couldn't believe it."
"I was so scared that I ran out of there, but when I got to my room I was so damp, you know, I hardly even started to rub my pussy against the sheets before I came."
"Are you sure?" Claire asked feverishly.
"Oh it was her alright. I could; never mistake that horrible voice," Linda declared.
"What did she look like without her clothes, I mean?"
"Well I couldn't see very well, you know, but her breasts were kind of little and pointy, and her hips seemed pretty wide. She sure wanted it bad."
"And the man? You have no idea who he was?"
"No, but I'd love to find out. His rod was like steel it seemed. She poked it up her cunt like it was a coke bottle or something. I've seen pictures of men before, you know, but nothing like him."
Claire smiled.
"Maybe we could find out. After all the Headmistress might be persuaded to tell us."
"Claire, you can't mean it? Linda's voice rang out with a mixture of fear and involuntary delight. "She'd kill me if she ever found out I was the one who saw."
"No she wouldn't kill you, Linda," Claire whispered ominously. "Besides, I think we ought to teach her a lesson. That old whore must be horny as hell to beg for it, sneaking around in that cold black cellar, now that I think of it I'd like to examine her pussy myself, and have her play with herself while we fucked her beautiful boyfriend."
That would be so lovely, Linda squealed and in her" excitement at the prospect almost unconsciously plunged her finger into Claire's crack so that the latter cried out with pleasure.
"Not now," Claire commanded gaining control over herself. We mustn't tire ourselves out. I have a lot of plans for tomorrow. I think I know how we can convince the Headmistress and perhaps save William at the same time. I fear his innocent soul is still liable to corruption and it is our duty to steer him in the right direction, don't you agree?"
Linda nodded her head vigorously. "Oh yes."
"The Headmistress is supposed to visit my class tomorrow. Terrible people have been spreading stories about me. We'll put an end to that though. We'll show her that the children are in danger of hell fire if we don't purify their tainted hearts, so susceptible at this stage of temptation. After all, that's why Mr. John founded the school even though he feared the danger of being contaminated by the outside, world of flesh."
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Mr. O'Connor sat with Linda and Claire in the dining hall for breakfast.
"How are you my dear ladies this gorgeous morning?" he said, ravenously gulping down his fried eggs and toast. He glanced at Claire from the side and grinned as though there were sonic secret that they shared which was very amusing at that moment.
Claire, however, simply glared in front of her and didn't answer.
"It is a fine day isn't it though?" Linda chimed slyly batting her long eyelashes in Mr. O'Conner's direction invitingly.
"I trust you both slept well enough," Mr. O'Conner remarked. "You look so fit, Linda. The life you all lead seems so austere to me that I'm really amazed how you retain such a healthy color."
Linda blushed as if she'd been caught breaking the harsh rules of the community.
"Living a life of the intellect is the healthiest life I can imagine, Mr. O'Conner," Claire said sharply. I should think even you could understand that.
"Yes that is so," Linda stammered.
"Of course, of course," Mr. O'Conner said jovially, "but surely at times the flesh overpowers the soul and it is a strain to keep it in its place."
His eyes darted knowingly over Linda's full body as if he were mentally undressing her and taking her right there in front of everyone.
Claire couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy. He seemed to ignore her completely.
Linda, on the other hand, almost melted from his attentions. Pursing her lips coyly she said quietly, "we all try to be good in our own way, Mr. O'Conner."
"Oh I agree certainly. I'm sorry I forgot your name.
"Linda....we've never been introduced, but I've noticed you often."
"Yes I've wanted to meet you for a long time." he smiled. "But what I meant was that I just don't understand how you amuse yourselves all alone out here? I pray as often as the next man, but between you and me, there are times when a man has to relax and enjoy himself, you know what I mean."
Linda chuckled, furiously Claire pushed back her chair and got up to leave. "I won't listen to this. You should be ashamed talking this way Mr. O'Conner, and as for you Linda you'll hear more from me about your behavior."
"Come Claire, we meant no harm," Mr. O'Conner said his eyes twinkling into her angry face.
"No I won't be subjected to this kind of conversation," she insisted, but she allowed herself to be settled back into her chair by Mr. O'Conner's calm confident hand. "I won't make a scene," she explained to him lamely.
"Thank you Claire. I appreciate your good intentions but as you know the truth is sacred above all else."
Claire felt Linda's hand under the table brushing against her thigh as it journeyed somewhere else. Linda's face shone with joy and Mr. O'Conner's body appeared to stiffen for an instant, though he continued to speak as if nothing was happening. His eyes rested gently on Claire's buxom breasts.
"We all have hidden thoughts which build up and can drive us wild if they're not allowed in the open," he continued.
Claire heard the faint sound of a zipper being opened. Linda's eyes shut slowly and her breathing increased to the point where Claire grew worried that someone might notice. Linda's arm was obviously jerking up and down uncontrollably, as if cranking some invisible lever. Mr. O'Conner, however gave no indication of what was being done for his benefit.
"Some things, I think, are best left in ourselves," Claire muttered stealing a look at Linda's beautiful face trembling with ecstasy oblivious to anything but her strong hand gripping Mr. O'Conner erect white cock, which was throbbing in her black paw, ready to explode.
Despite herself, Claire imagined Mr. O'Conner's naked body smothering her, his huge breaking open her quivering cunt seething with lust, his torso crushing her milky tits, while his fingers clenched their hardening pink nipples. She stared into his dark face longingly for a brief second.
He shuddered and Linda squirmed and softly purred. "Oh I can feel it," under her breath, they are all silent.
After a momentary pause Linda seemed to recover and bringing hand above the table filled to the brim with white thick cream she giggled, "they sure don't clean this furniture too well. Look what I happened to find under there," and still smiling she rubbed it off on the table between the three of them, and satisfied, remarked, "well I'd better be going. I do have a class to teach. It was so nice meeting you, Mr. O'Conner."
"The pleasure was mine I assure you," Mr. O'Conner said heartily, "we'll see each other again soon, I'm sure."
Claire nervously arose also. "I meant to ask you, Mr. O'Conner," she said offhandedly, "may I suggest a pupil to represent the school in the charity drive. He's a wonderful boy, William Bunker is his name. Perhaps you've met him?"
"Yes I taught him last year as a matter of fact. He is cute isn't he? Why don't you bring him along to our meeting and we'll see if he'll do. I'm sure his parents won't mind. I happen to know his mother quite well. She'd do anything to help the school."
"Very well I will;" said Claire, and quickly rushed off. She was late.
The Headmistress was already waiting for her as she hurriedly walked in.
"I've come to observe your class, Claire," she said harshly, "as I told you I would last week. You didn't forget did you?"
"No not at all, Headmistress, I've been looking forward to your suggestions about how to better teach the children in my care. It is such a responsibility and with your experience I'm sure you will help me to steer them in the right path."
The Headmistress was, as Linda had suggested, a very thin bony woman in her mid forties though her buttocks were disproportionately wide in contrast to her flat chest. She didn't see very well and so wore thick lensed glasses which made her face seem much harder than it actually was.
She was known as a strict disciplinarian both with the female members of the community and with the children in their care.
It was said that once in a fit of anger she had stripped one of the women in front of her class for being too easy with them and had whipped her bottom till it had bled. The women said that there was a look of ecstasy in her eyes whenever she punished someone which was absent completely in the meditation hall. When she was purging herself of her human weaknesses through public confession, she took it out on someone else.
The Headmistress seemed to be pleased with Claire's response, she bowed her head slightly and said "continue Claire," and marched to the back of the room where she sat to observe.
Looking at the Headmistress, Claire almost became suspicious of Linda's story. It certainly stretched the imagination to envision such a stern sexless creature begging to be screwed in the wine cellar. However at the same time a picture of her principal as a woman crept into Claire's mind. She wondered what her colorless skin and scarecrow body with its golden fleece would look like naked and panting for love.
Claire's plump delicious body turned to the class and she began the lesson, out of the corner of her eye she also watched over the figure in the rear, who was such a sterling representative of this community whose ideal of life was total selflessness and total self denial.
When the bell rang signaling the end of class Claire was approached by the Headmistress and asked to come to her office. "I wish to speak to you of certain rumors which I've heard about your performance with the children," the principal said frowning.
Claire gazed at her angelically. "I have many questions I want to ask you also," she replied mysteriously.
The Headmistress's office was fairly large but very sparsely furnished. There was but one huge desk and a narrow chair which Claire's plump rear barely managed to fit into.
"I understand," the principal began standing over Claire, "that you've been rather zealous in punishing certain of your pupils. Of course it would not be at all proper to be too easy with them yet still one must be merciful as well. Is that clear? Now, tell me is there any particularly troublesome student in your class this year?"
"Yes there is Headmistress," Claire answered timidly. "He's a good boy at heart I think, but he is sometimes led to do evil things. I've tried to correct these tendencies in him, but still I don't think he's learned yet."
"Do you mean William?"
Claire nodded her head.
"Yes I've noticed him myself, he's a cute little fellow isn't he?"
"I was wondering," Claire said sweetly, "if perhaps you might have any suggestions about how to deal with him. He's a very disruptive influence in class. I haven't spoken to his mother as yet, but if things keep up I may be forced to."
"I see. Well, in order to show you how to instill the correct attitude in a child like William, how would you like to observe me punishing him right now?"
"That would be very helpful I think," said Claire sincerely.
"Go fetch him....he should be just leaving about now, and bring him in here and we'll see what we can do. You have to be careful, Claire. I know you mean well, but you have to learn to handle these things a little more secretively. William told his mother about you and she called me up in such a state that it was all I could do to calm her down a bit. I've arranged a conference between the three of us and I hope that you'll be able to explain to her the need to punish her darling son."
"I thought he might have lied to her about me," Claire said. "I recommended him, for that reason, to Mr. O'Conner as the child to head the charity drive for the school, I'm sure his mother will realize from that I'm only acting for the boy's own good and that I'm not mistreating him at all."
"Very good, Claire. I think I've misjudged you. Now go get William and we'll all have a nice chat."
Claire found William talking to a group of his friends near the entrance to the building. "William," she commanded, "come with me. The Headmistress and I would like to speak with you."
"William's slender body seemed to freeze, but he allowed Claire to lead him away to the principal's office.
"You've been telling tales about me haven't you William? People shouldn't lie, you should know that. I've only tried to help you but I can see that there's nothing to be done with you but punish you more. You must learn to be good. Don't you know that if we don't teach you not to sin then you will be damned to eternal fire and you'll wish you had listened to me then, William?"
"Yes, Claire," the boy answered coyly.
"You'll tell the Headmistress that you were an evil boy and that you've learned to be good again," Claire continued and clenched William's fist meaningfully.
"If you tell her your filthy lies we'll have to punish you again and this time I know you won't get off as easy as the last time. Do you understand me, William?"
William's pale face turned bright red. "I won't tell them anymore, Claire," he promised.
"Now that's better," she said, and relaxed her grip just as they reached the door to the Headmistress's room at the far end of the long corridor.
"Ah, there you are William," the Headmistress said rather maternally. "Claire has been telling me that you've been disrespectful to your teacher and that is very wrong, William." As she spoke the principal waved a narrow strip of leather from side to side gently slapping it against her fleshy thighs.
Claire felt her luscious breasts tingle at the thought of her with some man in the dark cellar and envied Linda's fortune at having been able to observe her panting with sex.
"Now lower your trousers William. I'm going to whip you so that you understand not to disobey your elders as you have."
"Claire, hold the boy down so that he doesn't escape any of his due punishment."
Eagerly Claire grasped William's skinny ankles as he lay on his stomach on the cold wooden floor. She couldn't help but gaze at his rear tense with the expectation of the leather strap piercing its pure white skin.
The Headmistress didn't mask her anticipation either. Her eyes shone with anticipation as she stared at the vulnerable body lying before her.
Ignoring William's feigned muttering protests she raised her whip and struck him on the pudgy cheeks of his bottom.
Claire's hands crept between the boy's thighs, pinching them so that he groaned out loud, and forcing his legs to spread out far apart. The whip easily landed again on his exposed rear. The Headmistress gazed at him with her mouth wet with excitement.
"You let those little vixen females play with your penis in the bathroom don't you William?" Claire asked fiercely....again the whip struck its target. "I'll never do it again I swear, the boy moaned. His perfectly smooth ass twisted from the sharp pain.
"Answer your teacher," the Headmistress ordered again and again.
Claire, in the meantime, pried her hand between the floor and William's hairless balls. Lightly she stroked his developed cock as he was until to her surprise and delight she felt the thing growing and hardening in her soft white palm.
The Headmistress unaware of William's dilemma patted his exposed rear, ecstatically listening to his breathless murmurings.
"Let me have the whip now," Claire begged. "I think I know how to show William he mustn't give in to his evil fleshy nature.
Her eyes rooted on William's bottom, the Headmistress unwittingly yielded her weapon to Claire. William silently looked up at Claire pleadingly, and to his delight she nodded at him meaningfully.
Rising to her feet, Claire walked calmly to the door and bolted it shut.
"What are you doing, Claire," the Headmistress said sharply. "If you are unwilling to punish your pupils then of course they will disobey you."
"You've been very bad to William, Headmistress." Swiftly Claire grazed her fingers over her principal's tiny breasts. She shrieked with horror, Claire's lips so red and angelic tightened with anger. The Headmistress cowered behind her desk, her arms vainly trying to protest her.
"You see William," Claire said confidently, "the Headmistress has been bad also....she too likes to feel a man's cock just like you like to feel your own. She goes down to the wine cellar and lets a man play with her cunt, and enter her. She begs him not to stop, she likes her dirty pleasures so much."
"So it was you who saw me," the Headmistress whispered her body trembling wildly in fright.
"Do the girls love to let you see them naked, William? Do they ever let you play with their little pussies?"
William's eyes darted with uncertainty from Claire to the principal. "Answer me?" Claire said...."don't be ashamed."
The boy hesitantly nodded his head, yes.
"Well then would you like to feel the Headmistress's cunt."
"Insurrection!!! Mr. John would be horrified." The principal cried and approached Claire determined to leave.
Claire again whipped around and caressed the Headmistress's unprotected breasts so that she recoiled back with the shameful pleasure lingering in her chest. "Now be still," Claire commanded. "Well William?" she asked. The boy burst into laughter. "Now now," Claire said tenderly, "she is a nice lady and I know you've thought about such things. Here, first you can feel me up and if you like it the Headmistress will undress and you'll be able to do whatever you like with her. I'll help you."
Claire knelt down and pressed William's hands against her lush curved bosoms. The lad eagerly pinched her nipples through the thick cloth of her garment, his cock jumped with unhidden ecstasy.
"Here, reach under my dress William," Claire sighed. She lifted her skirt so that her delicate nipples peeked out from underneath it tantalizing the boy His shaking hands now reached to clutch them in his mitts."
She purred softly as his experienced fingers explored the pink circles surrounding the bumps which stood out stiffening at his every touch.
The Headmistress looked on, shocked, but didn't dare to move.
"Now William you must feel up the Headmistress's cunt, as I said before. "You must undress now Headmistress," Claire said quietly, "so that William may punish you and you will suck him as well so he understands how much you really love his little penis.
"No please Claire...I must go..." The Headmistress whined.
"I'll have no more of this nonsense from you!"
Angrily Claire cracked the whip against the Headmistress's face, expertly knocking her glasses off which fell to the ground and shattered into millions of slivers of shining glass and plastic.
"I can't see...." the principal cried out helplessly. Blindly, she stumbled toward Claire who pinched her once more on her vulnerable breasts sore all ready from the stroking of her wanton fingers.
She screamed and unable to see she madly tried to escape, racing in the general direction of the bolted door.
Claire laughed. "Catch her William and I'll show you what a power you have over such evil woman."
The boy, his senses reeling from the delicious touch of Claire's magnificent tits, obediently chased the principal and as if he were playing football out in the yard tackled her by the legs so that she tripped wildly on the floor. Proudly he held her down for Claire, who languished over the principal's panting breasts yet again.
"No don't..." the Headmistress sobbed uselessly as Claire raised her dress and covered her head with it revealing her pallid legs wriggling in protest, her white drawers were already stained with her excitement.
Claire's knees held down the Headmistress's shoulders as William gleefully examined his principal's vulnerable body.
"It's alright to feel her up, William," Claire said reassuringly. The Headmistress's screams were muffled by her dress covering her squirming head.
Gleefully William pulled off the wide underpants which shielded the Headmistress's writhing cunt.
"Feel how wet she is, William?" Claire said. The little boy's inexperienced hand reached out and grabbed the mysterious patch of hair soaked with the Headmistress's juice. Meanwhile Claire herself unable to restrain herself, displaced the older woman's bra and bit the hard brown nipples that almost seemed to jump out of their casing.
The Headmistress thrashed about, but plied by William's tiny fingers which now hesitantly entered her narrow hole, her back arched upward urging him to plunge his hand all the way in. Joyfully he began licking her off, her plump ass rotated wildly spurring him on until he felt her explode inside filling his mouth with hot sticky liquid.
"Now you know what its like for an old woman to come," Claire said happily. "Now you can watch her make me come too, and I'll suck off your cock as a reward.
Removing the dress from the Headmistress's face, Claire pushed her thick black bush into her open mouth before she could recover from her passion.
"Come to me William."
The Headmistress's tongue unwillingly forced it's way into Claire's parted slit and to Claire's surprise worked furiously inside of her sucking her jelly blissfully.
Claire gently inserted William's erect prick into her mouth and playfully ran her tongue around it all the while staring at his burning visage.
"Kiss my tits...oh William...come," she cried as the Headmistress massaged her clitoris. The boy suddenly jerked and in unrestrained ecstasy his white cream spurted out and was swallowed by Claire who sucked the very last drop of it out and swallowed it as with a rush she covered the Headmistress with the spendings of her own passions.
So much for the bitter, woman-hating Mr. John's theory that the ideal life is a sexless one. His teachings, within the walls of his own estate from which he had banished human love, had spawned excesses, which were the result of excessive, narrow-minded obstinence.
CHAPTER FOUR
Claire had known her father only briefly before he left the house with another woman. Her real mother had died giving birth to Claire and so she was brought up by her step-mother.
Claire, however, often thought of him when her loneliness crowded in on her to the point where she grew mad with grief and remorse. He was a kind gentle man who had taken her to the circus, the carnival, the zoo, who had told her stories of the faraway places he had traveled to, wonderful tales of strange people and thrilling adventures. He was always the hero for her and she, the beautiful maiden who he saved from dire perils and swept away to an exotic kingdom where all was peace and tranquility.
She never really understood why he had left her, alone with a foreign woman who was as weak and repulsive as he was noble and strong, she had retired into herself hidden beneath the blossoming shell of womanhood which had evolved into a lovely outer form, but which belied the twisted haunted soul of a deserted child.
She learned quickly how to exact the price from those around her for her delicious fruits. She was at one and the same time amazed to see her flat chest overnight almost develop into firm majestic breasts, and delighted to urge the adolescent boys to chase her for just a brief caress, under her starched blouse after school.
She teased them and tempted them and defied them to violate her yielding flesh, driving them wild with lust but she never submitted to their ultimate desires.
When she was merely sixteen the fell madly in love with her history teacher, a tall bronze man who reminded her so much of her departed father. All ready by that time her hips had widened forming a soft wide curve about her maiden's cunt, her breasts were small succulent mounds that penetrated through her blouse, the young nipples indenting the cloth with the shamelessness of the innocent. She was too young to wear a bra her step mother would say when she'd come home crying from the boy's pinches and the unabashed glances filled with lust that emanated from strange men on the street.
The history teacher, Mr. Brewer, was kind to her. He took her to his house to meet his wife, a plain mousey woman, and their two boys. They were like the family she'd never had, a father and a mother who loved each other and didn't leave their babies unprotected.
One day she went to visit them as she often did after supper to escape the torments of her demanding step mother. Mr. Brewer greeted her at the door, but for some reason he didn't seem pleased that she had come.
"I have to speak to you Claire," he'd said uneasily about your coming here."
"Have I done something wrong?" she asked. "Are you angry with me? I've done all my homework and I've done the dishes for my mother. She doesn't mind, really."
"It's not that Claire. I don't think it's a good idea for you to see us so much."
Tears rose in Claire's pure blue eyes. Mr. Brewer avoided looking at her as he spoke.
"Don't you like me any more?" she asked. "I know I'm not always good, but I will be from now on....really I swear."
"No, dear it's not that....I...we love having you here....but you're a big girl now, almost a woman and this is a small town. People are talking...."
Claire didn't understand him for an instant. No, Mr. Brewer was strong and good, what could people say that would make any difference. Suddenly she became painfully aware of her woman's body which seemed to burst uncontrollably from her pale tee-shirt and faded jeans and she hated it. Once again she was rejected by her father, her stomach tightened into a hard iron ball choking her, but the energy inside slowly turned into fury at the weak male standing there so prone to his neighbors that he would take away his affection.
"And you taught us how it didn't matter what other people thought just as long as we did right," she sneered. "All those heroes we read about you said didn't listen to silly gossip. They were courageous and sure that they were doing good and that was what mattered." She laughed in his face which now disgusted her...he was weak and pitiful like all men. She'd get even.
A few days later he called her at her house and tried to apologize. Calmly, she agreed to talk it over with him that night. "Please, come over here for dinner," he said. "Let's just forget what happened the other day for now."
Claire heard a new note of urgency in his voice and she sensed its meaning.
She smiled to herself.
"Of course," she answered. "I acted like a baby....I'm not a child anymore, Mr. Brewer. I know you have to keep up your reputation. I've heard people myself say the most awful things around here about what goes on and even though I'm sure it's not true, everybody believes them."
Claire spent the longest time dressing before leaving the house, paying no attention to her step-mother's constant complaining downstairs.
She gazed at her emerging figure in the mirror, stroking her neck and the faint line between her pure white tits wishing that it was more pronounced.
After trying on all sorts of clothing she finally chose a tight fitting black sweater that exposed clearly her curved adolescent body and a matching black skirt that went down just past her plump white thighs.
Underneath her flesh lay bare unhindered by any underwear so that when she lifted her knees even slightly as she sat, one couldn't help but notice her pretty ass naked and free leading to her virgin cunt, covered by a fine layer of black mossy hair.
With her finger she probed for the first time inside her tight hole until she grew excited by her own touch and her pussy grew damp. She might have played with herself and forgotten Mr. Brewer completely but her step-mother's yell managed to penetrate the thin walls of her room making it possible to enjoy her new found game.
She smeared a tiny bit of dark red lipstick on, and powdered her cheeks.
Her step-mother, a prudish woman, looked shocked when she saw her. "What are you so dressed up for?" she asked disdainfully. "You look like a dirty little slut."
"I'm going to Mr. Brewer's," Claire said. "They invited me to dinner tonight."
"You're not going looking like that," my step-mother screamed. "Like a tramp with your face covered with lipstick and almost nothing on. You're staying here with me."
Claire saw her step-mother's eyes melt looking at her young tender body. "You're jealous, aren't you mother?" she asked quietly. "Mr. Brewer's very handsome. You wish you were going there instead of me don't you?"
"Don't you talk that way to me or I'll send you up to Mr. John's Community House for some proper training."
"Come here mother. I don't have to go for a few minutes. I know you're lonely here and you need me. Come up stairs with me. I have something I want to show you."
Claire's step-mother was a big fleshy woman in her late forties. Her face was broad and slightly paunchy, but one could still tell that she had been beautiful in her youth. Now it was lined with years of loneliness and regret, and seemed almost noble. The freshness and vibrancy faded away with the inexorable time had been replaced by the loveliness of grief and of unrequited longing.
Her enormous breasts sagged in front, barely hidden by the loose bathrobe that she wore constantly it seemed. Claire had often watched her pinching them and rubbing her stiff brown nipples, moaning with pleasure, and as she was to tell Mr. Thomas, when she was very little she had helped her mother quell the pain of age and of being without a man.
Claire led her upstairs to her bedroom, her pretty swaying temptingly under the short black skirt.
"Lie on the bed mother," Claire said.
Her mother sighed heavily but she did what she was told. Her eyes never left Claire's firm young body.
Careful not to mess herself up Claire spread her step mother's thick huge legs wide apart opening the bathrobe and exposing the immense field of dark hair that covered her stomach and her long gaping slit all ready wet in anticipation.
"You were such a good little girl, Claire," her step-mother murmured, her heavy body tensing as Claire ran her dry tongue over heaving breasts sending shivers through her body.
"Lie still," Claire whispered, "you'll feel better in a minute."
She grasped the mounds of wet flesh on either side of her step-mother's juicy cunt and opened them apart. Gradually she tightened her grip and pulled them farther and farther apart, as her mother's moans increased and her soft ass lifted off the bed toward her daughter urging her to massage her hole.
"Oh Claire it feels so good," she sighed feverishly. "I've loved you so much....given so much for you'" her voice choked with excitement. "Let me suck you off too," she begged breathlessly. "Let me feel your young pussy. You're almost a woman now....you're going to be so beautiful, you know...like your father..."
"No," Claire answered and playfully nipped the edge of her step-mother's slit. "I have to save myself tonight for Mr. Brewer. He's an evil man. I'm going to show him!"
Sweat dripped from her step-mother's forehead. Her panting was loud and sensual, her leathery hands cupped the swaying breasts which were no longer held by the loosened robe.
"Look in my drawer, Claire," she wailed. "There's a bottle there I use. You're old enough now."
Claire anxiously got up to retrieve it, she'd never seen her step-mother masturbate that way before and she almost regretted her decision to wait to see Mr. Brewer.
Her mother immediately plunged her fingers into her slit and rapidly rubbed the inside of her cunt preparing it for the entrance of the big glass object.
When Claire returned with it in a few seconds her step-mother was all ready jerking frantically on the bed her magnificent body twisting urgently making the bed squeak and groan beneath her.
Around the edge o f the bottle was pasted a strip of soft brown fur which Claire couldn't resist briefly running up her naked legs, imagining how good it would feel inside of her.
Containing herself, however, she watched compassionately her step-mother's writhing movements.
Slowly she inserted the bottle into the wet mass of hair until she felt it slip into the crack.
"Oh...yes...yes...." her step mother cried as she forced it farther and farther in rotating it all the while so that the fur tickled the skin.
Dreaming that it was Mr. Brewer's erect cock she jerked the bottle wildly plunging it deeper and deeper as her step-mother screamed with ecstasy the cold glass throbbing and stretching her hole to its limit, and with a final rush tears streaming down her worn face, her step-mother's greasy cunt fluttered around the hard object and she came, smearing the long neck of the bottle so that the liquid dripped all the way to Claire's white hands which gripped it tight.
When Claire arrived at Mr. Brewer's house her face was still flushed hot with excitement.
His wife met her with her customary warm smile which not long ago Claire had loved. "My, you look pretty tonight Claire," she said in her high breathless voice. "Please come in, you're just in time for dessert."
Mr. Brewer sat at the long kitchen table with the two children drinking his coffee and eating a dish of ice cream. "Ah, there you are, Claire," he said lightly, "what took you so long, we'd almost given up on you."
"Oh, I had to help my mother with a few things, you know." Claire shrugged her shoulders casually. "I'm sorry I'm late."
"Yes...well sit down. Would you like some ice cream?"
"No thank you. I can't stay long. I don't want to disturb you," she said politely but with an obvious trace of sarcasm. She couldn't help but notice that Mr. Brewer was staring at her as if he'd never seen her before. Taking advantage of his distress, she sat down and crossed her legs where he couldn't help but see her dress hiked up revealing her white tender calves smooth and unblemished which tapered down to form slender innocent legs, his wife seemed worn and old in comparison.
"I would like some coffee though, if you don't mind." She leaned forward so that her firm little breasts pushed tantalizingly through her sweater and played with Mr. Brewer's baby daughter. "Oh she's so adorable," she cried, tickling it underneath its pudgy chin so that it cooed joyously.
"Well its time for her to go to bed," Mrs. Brewer remarked. "You'll have to excuse me for a minute. I have to tell them both a bedtime story or they'll never go to sleep. Come on Johnny you too."
"Aw it's too early," the boy complained, but after much insisting he finally allowed himself to be led upstairs.
As soon as they were alone Mr. Brewer laid his hand on Claire's. "I'm sorry for what I said to you, you have to believe that," he whispered. "I wouldn't hurt you for the world, you know that."
"I told you," Claire answered petulantly, "I understand your position, Mr. Brewer. I only came tonight so that I could say good-bye and to promise you that I won't visit you again."
She was pleased to see an unmistakable look of disappointment cross his face, his hand, as if acting on its own, rubbed gently against hers. For a moment she almost felt sorry for him. He was so handsome and commanding and his wife, well, she was nice enough but she could hardly satisfy him. But her plans for vengeance soon overtook all her feelings of sympathy.
"Come with me to my den," he said, "we'll be able to talk more easily there. I don't want to explain this to you. You're still very young, Claire. Why, you're no more than a child. When you're a little older this will all seem very funny to you, but I'm not so young. I do care about you and I am responsible for helping you to deal with any problems that you have when you're so impressionable."
As they were walking out the kitchen, he put his arm around her. She put her hands to her eyes and began to quietly sob. "I thought you liked me and wanted me," she cried burying her face in his strong shoulder.
"Now, now," h e sighed paternally, "you know I like you very much Claire," he patted her gently and soothingly rubbed the small of her back, his hand lingering for an extra instant at the point where the strap of her brassiere should have been edged closer toward her arm nearer to her young breasts.
The den was surprisingly well furnished, a marked contrast to the rest of the house which was generally rather bare looking. Claire had never been in this room before. It was here that Mr. Brewer did his research for a book that he was planning on some phase of American history. The walls were covered with books all the way up to the ceiling. The floor was thickly carpeted in a subtle weave of black and gold. In one corner was a huge Victorian desk, the kind that rolled down, and facing it on the far end of the room was a beautiful leather couch where Claire went to sit. Mr. Brewer automatically went to his desk which was open and was almost hidden by a mad disarray of papers and pencils and Random Books.
"I may as well tell you," Mr. Brewer began with an air of sincerity, that I lied to you before. It had nothing to do with our neighbors, really, that I asked you not to come here in the future. Oh, they gossip about everyone I suppose, but I've learned to accept such things. I've come to the conclusion, however, to tell you the truth at this point. You see, I didn't think you'd be old enough to understand, but I can tell that you're grown up now." His eyes examined her body carefully with unmasked longing. "My wife is rather jealous, you see, and it was actually she who thought...well you know. It's ridiculous of course. I'm old enough to be your father." He glanced at her with uncertainty. Claire tried not to show any expression on her sweet young face, urging him silently to continue to where she was sure he was heading.
"I got into a little trouble once when I first started teaching, and my wife has, unfortunately, never forgiven me. But that was some time ago when I first started teaching. I was a professor then, and had a rather bright future if I might say so myself," he seemed pleased to be recalling his past.
"There was a young girl in one of my classes, The History of the Civil War, I think it was. She was very beautiful, somewhat like you Claire, and my wife was pregnant with Johnny."
One day she asked me to come to her apartment to discuss a paper she was working on at the time for me. When I got there she offered me a glass of wine with something mixed in it. A white powder which was folded in a tiny piece of white paper. She said it added to the flavor and would make the liquor taste much better. I was very innocent in those days. I'd led a rather sheltered life, always engrossed in books. The first woman I slept with was Martha, my wife, and when she became pregnant I didn't think twice before marrying her."
"The powder was a drug, Claire, believe me. Soon I didn't know what I was doing. It was wonderful. The girl seemed to melt in front of my eyes, her skin glowed, her eyes seemed to beckon me further against my will. Oh, I knew better even then, but I couldn't resist. She began touching herself, all over, you know, begging me to satisfy her. I could hardly unbutton her blouse, which appeared to be some lovely liquid flowing in my hands. She forced me to do things I'd never even dreamed of before. All my inhibitions disappeared like magic.
"I undressed her until all that she had on was her underwear, but when I tried to take them off she stopped me, momentarily. 'Give me your hands" she commanded. I was like a slave. She had a kind of medieval torture rack on her wall supposedly for decoration, but I soon learned better. She tied my hands and legs to knobs which were connected by a metal rod that could automatically stretch them apart, sliding along a wooden groove that ran up the length of the wall. When she had done tying me up, she gazed at her handiwork, scrutinizing it to see if she was thoroughly satisfied. Her eyes gleamed with such cruel sensuality that I grew terrified and tried to break free, but the rope held me fast. Unable to move, I was forced to watch her impotently as she slowly slipped out of her underpants, and rubbed her bush against my cock.
"Because of the drug, you know, it felt like an electric charge was coursing through my body."
At this point Claire noticed that Mr. Brewer's hand lightly stroked his penis underneath the desk and she squirmed in anticipation.
"Of course, I got an erection. I was helpless, you see. But she w is merciless. There was a lever which was hooked up to that informal machine. She pressed it lightly and the knobs moved ever so slightly along the wall, one toward the floor, the other toward the ceiling, stretching me out until I felt a ripping pain in my arms and legs which were pressed together crushing my stiff penis. At the same time she played with herself tantalizing me cruelly. I moaned in pain and begged her to release me, but she only laughed.
"Then she unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. I had nothing on underneath and that seemed to amuse her even more. 'Now Mr. Brewer,' she sneered, 'we don't want to come too soon, do we?' She was chiding me as if I were a child. She took a small piece of rubber tubing and tied it tightly around my cock so that the sperm could not escape even though I felt it rushing up my rod. 'That's very cute, I think,' she laughed. 'Don't you think so, too?' When I didn't respond, I was blushing with shame. She pressed the lever again until I thought my body would be literally ripped apart. 'Don't you agree?" she repeated. I would have said or done anything to rid myself of the pain. I nodded my head, limply. 'That's better,' she said and playfully pinched the tip of my penis and delicately massaged the hole with her thumb nail, so that I involuntarily sighed with delight."
Claire shifted on the couch and lay on her back. Her skirt was raised up so that Mr. Brewer could easily view her naked cunt underneath, which she was pleased to see he was eyeing as he told his story. Claire, herself, imagining the scene he was describing, was growing hot and wanted to at least masturbate to the lovely sound of Mr. Brewer's deep, honest voice as he told her his story, but she didn't dare.
Suddenly, Mr. Brewer seemed to be conscious of what he was saying to her, and looked about the room hesitantly. "Perhaps I shouldn't go on" he said questioningly. "You're very young. I shouldn't take advantage."
"No, please don't stop." Claire replied sweetly and with just a trace of urgency in her girlish voice.
"Well, before I continue, why don't we take these," Mr. Brewer said eagerly. "It will make it easier," he handed her a dark purple tablet and filled up two glasses of water. "Swallow it down and then I'll continue" he said smiling as if he realized all too well her own excitement.
Claire had never taken drugs before. She didn't know what to do, but urged on by Mr. Brewer, she abandoned all caution and took the pill. Not feeling anything right away, she calmed down, deciding that there really wasn't much to it.
"She was a very pretty girl, like you Claire." Mr. Brewer continued after a slight pause, "But she was evil. My cock, turned red and seemed to be about to burst with pressure, but the tubing held everything in. She wanted to humiliate me because she knew I'd wanted her. I guess I'd felt guilty, you know, about my wife, and I'd given the girl a bad grade the previous semester to ease my conscience and she wanted to get back at me. She let the straps of her brassiere fall over her shoulder, but she wouldn't undress completely. She was soft and lightly tan. She caressed her whole body temptingly until she grew wet and eager. "You're going to fuck me, Mr. Brewer," she declared, and if you're good at it and make me come at least once, then maybe I'll untie your pretty cock and let it spend itself.
She stood up on a stool facing away from me so that her gorgeous rear stood directly in front of my face and reaching behind her she separated the firm white cheeks exposing her anus. She leaned forward still and gripped the lever so that I knew she could still stretch me farther apart; my body was already taut and helpless.
"First you have to lubricate my hole, Mr. Brewer" she taunted; "You like big words like that, now don't you? And I'm sure you'll oblige me" she pressed her rear against my mouth and at the same time nudged the lever. My cock fluttered underneath her between her legs, dangling helplessly. Bending down, she playfully slid her tongue up and down its length, until I found myself straining to make her suck it; but she wouldn't."
"Now don't be a naughty boy, Mr. Brewer," she chuckled, realizing my desire. We may have time for that later, if you're a good boy. I knew what she wanted. Eagerly, I plunged my tongue into her dark brown crack which smelled sweetly of some perfume. Perhaps it was the drugs, I don't know, but it tasted wonderful. She wriggled delightfully spreading her cheeks wider and wider apart as I explored every crevice of her lovely little anus."
At that very moment, Claire's perceptions seemed to suddenly become strange, her head felt like it spinning ever so slowly, or else the room was, she wasn't sure. The room became a series of different abstract shapes shimmering in various hues of blue and amber and green. Nothing seemed solid. The ceiling which she happened to be gazing at, seemed to disintegrate into different microscopic sections, and to undulate, like a huge wave approaching the shore and then retreating back into the crystal ocean from which it came.
She looked over at Mr. Brewer. He no longer appeared the same. His brown eyes peered at her with fierce intensity like a blinding flash of light from a god, while the rest of his face took on a black menacing color. Terrified, she got up hurriedly and stealthfully began to creep toward the door. His voice was filling the whole room, ringing frightfully in her ear.
At that very moment, Claire's perceptions seemed to suddenly become strange, her head felt like it was spinning ever so slowly, or else the room was, she wasn't sure. The room became a series of different abstract shapes, shimmering in various hues of blue and amber. Nothing seemed solid. The ceiling which she happened to be gazing at, seemed to disintegrate into different microscopic sections, and to undulate like a huge wave approaching the shore and then retreating back into the crystal ocean from which it came.
She looked over at Mr. Brewer. He no longer appeared the same. His brown eyes peered at her with fierce intensity like a blinding flash of light from a god, while the rest of his face took on a black menacing color. Terrified, she got up hurriedly and began to creep toward the door. His voice was filling the room, ringing faithfully in her ear.
"Where are you going, Claire?" he said sarcastically. "I haven't finished my story yet." It was like a nightmare. She lunged toward the door, but he grabbed her hard by the shoulders, gripping them like a vise. She started to scream out when without warning the door was flung open and standing in front of her, bristling with anger, Mrs. Brewer stood, towering over both of them like an avenging angel.
"Well, Henry. I can see you're up to your old tricks again," she scolded. "I hope he hasn't hurt you, my dear," she said addressing Claire. She shook her head. "No, that isn't this way, is it darling?"
Mr. Brewer's visage was considerably altered. He looked at his wife with fear, his hold on Claire's shoulders trembling with fright.
For the first time, Claire became very aware of the drug, which she assumed was LSD, and it had taken its effect on him, too. Claire was somewhat surprised to find that Mrs. Brewer didn't appear as mousey looking and plain as usual. In fact, she thought her body was magnificent. She wanted to reach out and touch her thighs and squeeze her ripe bosom which heaved up and down furiously.
"It's not the way it seems," Mrs. Brewer. "She tried to excuse herself, fumbling for words. Mrs. Brewer snorted self-righteously.
"You're a tempting bit of meat, my dear," she said knowingly peering at Claire as if she were a stranger whom she'd just met. "I'm sure Henry was telling you about his first extra-marital experience. That's the way he always does it."
Claire didn't understand, but there were such a flock of hallucinations just then that she made no effort to follow the course of Mrs. Brewer's words very carefully. More and more she was seized with the idea of making love to Mrs. Brewer, who just kept talking.
Claire's legs grew hot and clammy.
"Henry has those fantasies quite often, but you mustn't take him seriously. He's not a bad fellow. He just likes young girls like yourself, but you must not let him ruin you like he did to me. I'm here to prevent that."
Without warning, Mr. Brewer jumped up. "Don't listen to her Claire," he hollered. For an instant Claire was shocked into reality. What were they talking about she wondered, before going back into her drugged state, her whole attention concentrating on Mrs. Brewer.
Not knowing what she was doing, Claire immediately darted forward and she squeezed Mrs. Brewer's nipples. "My," she laughed, "you certainly are worked up, aren't you?" She smiled, shrewdly. "Come and suck my husband's cock before he jerks himself off at the sight of you and makes a mess."
"No," Claire said petulantly. "I want you!" she implored.
Mrs. Brewer seemed very pleased with this. "Did you hear that Henry?" she asked proudly.
Mr. Brewer was behind Claire so that she couldn't quite tell what he was doing, but she felt her skirt being lifted up and a stiff fleshy object rubbing against her rear. Without thinking she clutched his cock between her legs and, as if offering it as a present, pulled it toward Mrs. Brewer. Mr. Brewer yelped weakly in pain.
Naively, Claire bent his tool and pulled the grayish hair that was like fleece covering his balls. Like a puppy, she looked up at Mrs. Brewer for some sign of approval. The cries from Mr. Brewer seemed to egg her on, for they obviously pleased his wife greatly.
"Now, now Claire," Mrs. Brewer chided. "Don't hurt him too much. We must teach you how to give a man pleasure, not pain. Stroke him lightly, like this." Her plump white hand, reached out lightly, pulling on her husband's rod. His screams quickly turned to sounds of joy. Claire cupped his balls in her palm and fingered his scrotum. Claire watched as suddenly he grew rigid and as his wife snickered the white cream spurted out.
Mr. Brewer slumped onto the floor lying on his back trying to catch his breath. Claire looked up at Mrs. Brewer, deep longing still reflected from her child's eyes.
"How old are you?" the older woman asked.
Claire imagined that Mrs. Brewer's clothing was swirling like liquid over her curvaceous body clinging to it and dripping in multi-colored dots onto the floor, which itself seemed to be undulating beneath her.
Mrs. Brewer knelt down in front of her urgently kneading her husband's thighs.
"No, please! No more," he begged her wearily, but before he could escape, Claire clenched his bare ankles tightly holding him down.
"Thank you, my dear," said Mrs. Brewer. "Now come, Mr. Brewer doesn't want me, but you do, don't you? You want him to make me happy, don't you?"
Like a slave Claire dumbly nodded her head.
At that point the Brewer's German Shephard, a strong healthy animal wandered into the room and as if sensing the mood of the people began sniffing at Claire's black stockings. His nose snuggling between her legs and pressing against her damp underpants.
Unconsciously, Claire felt herself growing aroused. Embarrassed, she tried to shove the dog away. The dog accidentally nudging Mr. Brewer's limp cock, squealed and went to Mrs. Brewer.
"There, King! We'll satisfy you as well." Mrs. Brewer shuddered. "Get up, Henry, I have a show planned for you. Let him up Claire, like a good girl."
"Henry," she whispered when he came to her. "What did you give that girl, even the dog turns her on."
"Just some acid," he confessed, "and just a touch of cocaine."
"King is horny, none of the bitches have been in heat for a while," Mrs. Brewer said.
"No you can't," Mr. Brewer cried. "There are limits, Martha. She's no more than a baby. As old as our children."
"And how do you know how experienced our children are?" she fired back, raging! "It gets very lonely here all alone while you chase every teenage girl in sight. And speaking of your sex life and my morals, who the hell brought her here and drugged her half out of her mind in the first place?"
The argument might have continued further, but their attention was abruptly averted by King, who suddenly began whining.
Claire, unnoticed by either of them had managed to get the dog on its back, its legs wriggling helplessly as she patted and scratched his stomach. Then she had started pinching the tip of its cock and had stared in wonder as it stiffened in her grasp.
"Mr. Brewer was the first to react. "Claire!" he hollered. "You'll sleep here tonight, and right now. I'll fix up the bed in the guest room and tomorrow I'll explain to your mother that you were tired and couldn't get home."
"Henry, be quiet," Mrs. Brewer said.
She went up to Claire and huddled with her over King. "Come on, boy," she whispered. "We'll fix you up tonight," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and undoing her bra straps. Playfully King's tongue lapped at her dark, brown nipple, and explored the contours of her breast.
Mr. Brewer watched, disgusted but fascinated.
Claire jerked the dog's cock wildly. Mr. Brewer went behind his wife, and pulling her panties down to her knees, plunged his cock into her cave from the back. She howled with the hurt and delectation. The dog writhed on the floor below them and as Mrs. Brewer sighed, feeling her husband's sperm coursing through her body, it yelped and came in Claire's ever tightening grip.
When Claire woke in the morning, with a terrible headache, the night before seemed like some kind of nightmare.
As she dragged herself wearily homeward, she swore to herself that never again would she get herself into the clutches of any man-ever!
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda and Claire became friends over the next few days. They learned quickly the many ways to give each other pleasure and having so openly given their bodies, they found it easy to speak freely to each other about their feelings.
Unlike Claire, Linda had been brought up in the city, in a ghetto, where heroin, prostitutes, and poverty were common, yet surprisingly perhaps, she had had a more innocent childhood than her friend, and it was by her own volition that she had come to Mr. John's community, filled with loathing at the sexual and drunken life around her.
In contrast to her massive, lovely frame, Linda had been a quiet, studious girl, interested in her studies and totally unaware of the attractiveness of her black body. Her first and only experience with sex, prior to her night with Claire that is, had taken place after she had come to the Estate.
She had gone to visit her father who was sick and was in danger of dying.
Heedless of the danger, as she always was, Linda had taken a very late bus home, not arriving till after midnight. At the corner of her block there was a gang of boys hanging around at the local bar, their arms encircling a few whores, who draped themselves all over them.
Linda was going to hurry by without looking when one of the boys called out her name and raced up to her.
"Hey, remember me? We went to school together," he shouted. "Linda Baker, dig it!" he said, turning to the crowd. "This chick and me, man, we used to be friends." Linda recognized him, but they'd never been friends. In fact, he'd always struck her as an obnoxious bore.
"Come on," he said, grabbing her arm and leading her toward the bar. "Let me introduce you to everybody. I had some wild dreams about you."
Linda could smell the alcohol on his breath and could see that they were all drunk.
Awkwardly, Linda nodded as he began reeling off their names. They snickered at her dress. "What do you look like underneath that penguin suit," one of the girls asked slyly and pinched her rear.
"Hey man, did you ever get into her?" somebody asked the former schoolmate.
Another boy, who'd apparently had enough reeled forward, and Linda without thinking caught him just before he hit the ground.
"Man, you can see what she wants," the whore cried.
"Honey, put your arms around me," a huge fellow whispered and grabbed her.
"I really have to go," Linda stuttered, "my father's very sick and I have to see him."
"Linda, honey, now why you want to treat us like that?" the skinny boy jived mockingly. "Now that just ain't polite. You a fuckin' old maid, now you supposed to love us. Maybe you think you too good for us. That it, baby?"
"No," Linda wailed, terrified. "But it's late and I need to go," she repeated.
"Hey, don't you like us?" the prostitute asked. "Man, she is too good for you. You got to pay or you don't get nothin' right?"
"Shit," she don't scare me," another girl said and slapped Linda across the face. "Whatsa matter, you scared of me? Come on!" she grabbed Linda toward her so that her giant tits rubbed up against Linda's. "Let's see if you're so pure," and despite Linda's protests she dragged her to an alley adjoining the bar where hidden in the darkness Linda was to be abused.
As two of the boys held her squirming body down and the prostitute leaning over her with a knife threatened to slash her throat if she made a sound, the biggest boy and the strongest, unzipped his pants and revealed an enormous cock.
The skinny boy eagerly lifted up Linda's cloak and ignoring her pleas, undid her stockings and ripped off her underpants.
One after another, the boys mounted her and plunged their pricks into her cunt which was soon moistened by not only her irrepressible excitement, but also her virgin blood.
The prostitute delicately started cutting Linda's dress. Carefully she cut out two circles around Linda's breasts, leaving them shielded only by the white bra.
The whore rapidly massaged her own exposed slit as she did this and urged Linda to mouth it as she squatted above her.
Linda, the knife near her skin, was afraid to refuse. Her eyes closed, she forced herself to lick the hole that hovered over her, which soon wiggled uncontrollably accompanied by urgent moans from the girl.
Linda had never told the story before and Claire, who had listened to her, felt a surge of sympathy and friendship well up inside of her.
They had both led lonely, sheltered lives, though they were brought up miles apart, and both had paid for the sins of others while still young and inexperienced. Claire had never had a close friend, someone she could talk to freely, and who cared for her and needed her. Though they were different colors, they were sisters, laughing, playing, loving and confiding in each other. A small piece of the bareness of the Estate was filled for each by the other.
About the only thing the two sisters disagreed about was Mr. O'Conner, who Claire thought a smug, self-satisfied man of questionable character. Linda, following the rather unusual incident in the dining room, had fallen madly in love with him, but during the next couple of days he seemed to completely ignore her.
"If I could only be alone with him, outside the Grounds," Linda complained. "He would see that I'm worthy of him."
"I can't understand why you would even bother," Claire remarked disdainfully. "As far as I'm concerned, our Mr. O'Conner is an impolite arrogant bore. I only wish I could get out of going to the party, but I don't want to upset the Headmistress. I doubt if she's recovered from our last little meeting and would probably seize the first opportunity to kick me out of here before I tell anyone about it."
Claire had already observed Mr. Thomas and the principal whispering together outside her office and she feared the worst. Each certainly had the motive, if not the nerve to make trouble for her provided she didn't talk. Besides, she sometimes thought nervously, who would believe her even if she made public what had occurred.
"I wish I'd been invited," Linda complained. "I often wonder how he lives outside of here."
"Why don't you come then," Claire said, smiling. "Perhaps we could solve all our problems in one fell swoop."
"I don't understand," said Linda.
"Well, listen. You're falling in love with Mr. O'Conner, right?"
"I suppose I like Him very much."
"And I want to escape from here without a scandal," Claire continued, swept up by her own thoughts. "Everyone will be there, even the parents. Suppose we worked it so that they got to see some of the things that go on around here, without implicating us. Then the Headmistress would never be able to blame me, and I could leave here without a bad name and you might even have a chance at Mr. O'Conner."
"You mean involve the parents so that even they wouldn't talk?"
"Exactly, but of course if it doesn't work than everything will come out and we'll all be in trouble. We could even be arrested."
"Yes, but how am I going to get invited?" Linda asked. "The Headmistress would never ask me ahead of some of the others. A black, old maid with all those middle-class white mothers. She wouldn't dream of it! After all, they support the school."
"I think I might be able to persuade her," said Claire slyly.
The following day, Claire made a trip to the Headmistress' office.
"Come in," the older woman said. "What can I do for you?"
"It's about William. The young man that we punished the other day."
Yes, how could I forget. I don't know what came over me. I hoped that we would never even mention the matter again, do you understand?"
"Of course," Claire answered. "I realize that there are times when we all act very strangely. After all, we're human. Only men who are good and wise always have the right to judge."
"How true how true! Never forget it, Claire!" the principal cried, her face turning red with anger. "I've made my confessions and have been purified by humiliating myself and I hope you do the same at the next meeting."
"Well," Claire said, "I wanted to, you know, but I was thinking, what if the news got out. I mean, people do judge us, and why, your whole life could be ruined if they ever found out. I don 't speak of myself. I'm just a humble servant."
"We are all humble servants to Man," the Headmistress said sharply, looking intently at Claire.
"Yes, but what I mean is, you've attained a position of authority here, whereas I'm still young. You have a lot to lose, so I was afraid to confess what had happened to anyone here."
"That was very smart of you," the principal whispered, glaring at her threateningly.
Claire retained a pleasant, detached manner. "Why, if any of the parents somehow discovered what we did to William, they might not understand that he was a bad boy and had to be taught a lesson. You know how parents are where their children are concerned. They have no objectivity. Why William's mother, she is going to be at the fund raising party, isn't she? She might be very upset at the measures you took to correct his errant behavior."
"I!" the Headmistress shouted. "Just remember that you had a part in the whole thing as well as I did. We know about your past. I could mention certain incidents that might even lead people to suspect that it was your doing altogether, and if anything, it was I who tried to prevent you from abusing that child that you were blaming me only from the spitefulness that marks a girl of your sort. Do you believe they would take your word over mine?"
"Oh, Headmistress, you must have misunderstood me," Claire said with innocent horror at such a thought. I wouldn't think of telling anyone. I was just telling Linda last night, how you weren't yourself that afternoon and that it was certainly no reflection on your ability to run this institution."
"You told someone else about it!" the principal sputtered.
"You needn't upset yourself. Linda's a sweet girl who respects you. It would never enter her mind to say anything. It's funny though that she wasn't asked to that fund raising party, you know, for the charity drive at Mr. O'Conner's house. She admires him so much that it's a shame she can't come. You know, she's one of the few black girls here and I'm sure it would indicate how unprejudiced .this community is, how truly we believe that all people are equal, even though some of us live more grossly by the flesh than the spirit."
"Well," the Headmistress said, "it may have been an oversight not to have asked her."
"Yes, you know she's led an exemplary life. I mean, I've gotten to know her quite well and there isn't a trace of evil in her."
"Yes," Claire, I suppose we'll send her an invitation and she might help with the serving. Now you have to go. I have lots of work."
"Don't forget," Claire said cheerily, "she'll be disappointed if she can't come."
CHAPTER SIX
Linda was overjoyed hearing the news. "Are you sure?" she asked Claire repeatedly. "It's only in four days. Can they ask someone that late?"
"You should be getting the card today," Claire assured her. "Remember, we have to free ourselves from this prison. I was wrong to join it. When I think about it, in fact, I wonder how much there is about this so-called virtuous community that should be hidden.
You know, there was a peculiar look in her eyes with William, as if it weren't all that new or shocking to her. She seemed to urge me on as much as I did her. Sometimes I'm not even sure who seduced whom.
Linda added. "How many people do you figure will be at the party?" she asked.
"I don't know. I doubt if it'll be big. Maybe fifteen. There'll be some buffet food and everyone will sit around discussing how to raise as much money as possible. By the way the Headmistress mentioned that she might want you to help with the serving. I guess she thinks you're experienced or something because you're black."
Linda laughed. "That might help us though," she muttered mysteriously. "You know we're gonna have some problem making the Headmistress do anything in front of all those folks, let alone them doing anything themselves. Now if we knew who the Headmistress was with that time in the cellar, you know it might help. It could start things off."
"I don't follow you," Claire said.
"Man, you should have seen how much she wanted it from that guy. Now if we could get him to help us and believe me he don't like her any more than we do, then at least we have a chance."
"Linda," Claire answered annoyed. "She's not going to let herself be seduced right in front of everyone."
"She will with the proper stimulation."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you know that drug you told me Mr. Brewer gave you?"
"Yeah."
"Remember what it made you do? Well, the skinny boy who I knew in high school, the one with that gang of boys that attacked me? I ran into him again, the last time I visited home. You know, he had the nerve to apologize to me."
She paused collecting her thoughts.
"I was pretty angry, you know, so I started screaming and stuff. Anyway, he told me that they weren't drunk that night, but had taken some drug that some long-haired kid had given him, not LSD but something else, some other initials. It's supposed to make you love everybody you see, like you can't control yourself or anything. He said in a crowd if someone just starts everything going, like that whore did than you can't resist going it yourself."
Claire smiled.
"I didn't believe him. I thought he was just trying to make excuses so that I wouldn't go to the police. He challenged me to try some. I refused. I had enough of him and his friends."
"Tell you what," he said. "Tonight we're having a party and we'll be taking some of this stuff. Now you don't have to take any, but you watch and see what happens, and you'll believe me."
"I must admit that I was kind of curious so I agreed to come, but only for a few minutes, and I warned him if they tried anything again, I'd see they were in jail for a long time."
"He gave me the address and I told him I'd meet him around nine, when things should be moving pretty fast."
"There were about fifty people there when I arrived, in this deserted warehouse down the block from my house. They'd set up a record player, and some weird lights that kept flashing in the darkness and all so you could hardly see except for quick flashes, but by the time I'd arrived things had already started swinging."
"I was feeling kind of lost, and I still thought they might try to do something to me, so I kind of went to a far corner."
"It was pitch black, but I could make out this young girl who'd happened to wander toward me, sort of dazed. She was a Puerto Rican and innocent-looking like she wasn't quite sure what was happening to her. I didn't say anything cause I was there to watch."
"She lay down on her back like she'd passed out so I went up to her to see at least if she was all right. When I got closer I saw that she'd hiked up her skirt and spread her legs and was masturbating right there. She didn't even notice me. She was stroking the insides of her thighs and whimpering to herself. Man, she was really beautiful! Her tits were tan and were heaving like huge mountains during an earthquake. Each time the lights flashed I could see her and then it would be dark again so it was like seeing still pictures of her."
"The next time the lights flashed I saw this big black guy towering over her. The same guy who raped me, and when I recognized him I sort of gasped in fright."
"They didn't say a word to each other. The next thing I saw, he'd made her get on all fours like an animal, still rubbing her thighs, but he wouldn't let her touch her own pussy. When she tried I saw him grab her hands preventing her."
"She started whining something in Spanish and pressing her palms against her breasts so that they bulged from underneath her arms. Her hair was jet black and went all the way down to her rear which stuck out so that I could see her bright, red panties that were soaked from her cunt."
"The boy grabbed a few strands of her hair and pulled her head toward his cock. Eagerly, she unzipped his pants and took out his massive cock and started sucking."
"Just then, a girl, tall and slender and black, came up to them with a vibrator."
"The Puerto Rican didn't see her, but I'm sure the boy did. She pulled down the girl's panties and without warning pushed the steel into her from behind."
"That poor girl was beside herself, moving in and out like she was going to die. She must have come three or four times."
"The boy made her take her clothes off and touch herself in front of them while they fucked. Then the black girl had her eat her while the boy pushed the vibrator up her ass."
"At that point I had enough. My finger was into my cunt, working, looking at those lovely boobs which stuck out stiff as nails and her beautiful cunt. I myself must have come about three times."
"I never did wait to find out what happened to them in the corner. I split and went home and the next day I confessed to the community that I longed for bodily pleasures and had masturbated. I'll never forget that party."
There was a knock on the door and the two women turned in horror.
The door opened and Mr. Thomas of all people walked in, his face displaying some inner tension that might have meant that he'd been listening to their conversation. It was hard to tell whether he was angry, or simply determined to tell them something. But whatever it was he looked sterner than they'd ever seen him. His normally gentle mouth was pursed and his eyes stared ahead of him without so much as glancing at Claire or Linda.
"Mr. Thomas," Claire whispered, "what are you doing? If you're caught here-"
"Sometimes the rules are less important than doing good," the kindly old man said. "I had to speak to you, Claire, to warn you to be careful. You don't know what you're getting, into. Leave this community at once and you too, Linda. You're in danger."
"We know that, Father," said Linda. "But the Headmistress-"
"Be quiet, Linda," Claire interrupted. "The Headmistress?" the old man asked. "Suppose you tell us what you're talking about," Claire said.
"You don't understand, my child. I must go. Remember what I said and leave this place at once for your own good."
"Wait," Linda said smiling and taking hold of the man's arm. "Nothing will happen to you here. I'll lock the door."
"No, please."
He struggled to get away but Linda, treating him like a child, wrestled him to the floor, pinning his shoulders down with her knees and looking down on his visage.
"I think we should tell each other the truth, Mr. Thomas," Linda whispered bending toward him, her breast nudging against the old man's chest.
Noiselessly, Claire unbuckled the old man's belt and lowered his pants, exposing his white legs and an ever emerging bulge underneath his underpants, which Claire playfully pinched with her fingers.
"No, don't! You don't understand. They'll get you too, as they have me."
"Who'll get us?" Claire asked, lowering the underpants so that Mr. Thomas' erect penis sprang up toward her mouth like a wound spring.
"If they found out, they might kill me."
Linda pulled her dull dress over her head and threw it to the side of the room. Mr. Thomas gazed at her black tits, the brown nipples hardening before him and cupping them in her strong hands she squeezed them sensually as Claire gently prodded the tip of the old man's prick with her lithe tongue.
The old man rolled his head from side to side on the floor trying to resist. Claire grasped his small tool in both her hands and gently jerked it up and down as he whined.
"All right, now tell us," Claire demanded and squeezed his cock hard so that he yelped in pain.
"They'll kidnap you," he whispered. "You must get away. I heard her talking."
"Who, the Headmistress?"
"No, it's-"
Three sharp raps were heard on the door, and they all turned.
"Get in the closet," Claire whispered. "Who is it?" she inquired.
"Mrs. Bunker, William's mother," a low melodious voice responded from the other side of the door. Linda felt Mr. Thomas' body shudder, noiselessly they hid him away as Claire went to let Mrs. Bunker in.
"William's mother was a tall, dark woman, with high cheekbones and a lush, sensual mouth. She was dressed in an elegant purple suit which amply displayed her lovely tits and enticing hips.
"The Headmistress said that you might explain to me the treatment of my son. It seems he thinks it's unfair and rather harsh. Of course, I realize how adolescent boys exaggerate, but such stories, why-they were rather fantastic," she smiled at them politely.
"Perhaps I'd better go." Linda remarked.
"No, please stay.. You're Linda, aren't you? I was meaning to see you as well and while I'm here," she said smoothly, "I may as well get you both."
They all laughed a bit awkwardly.
"Oh, nothing like that," Mrs. Bunker continued. "I just wanted to invite you to the party this Saturday. Miss O'Conner, Robert's sister is a good friend of mine and since I was coming her anyway, she didn't think you'd mind if I asked you for her. You know how these things are, one of us must have forgotten to send a card out to you."
Her eyes wandered strangely over Linda's body as if examining her, so that Linda squirmed uncomfortably.
"Now Claire."
Claire glanced at her uneasily.
"I realize that William's an impetuous boy, given to many outbursts and I fully sympathize with their problems you have with him in class."
"He's really a good boy at heart," Claire responded immediately. "You must understand, Mrs. Bunker, that I can't risk disrupting the whole class on account of one boy. What measures I take are for their own good as well as your boy's."
"I fully understand. Believe me! I don't blame you. In fact, I was wondering if you might suggest something I might do for him. I notice that, well, he seems to be a bit premature in certain respects. He has a great interest in the young girls, and I must say, them in him as well, and yet he's so young and innocent. Why the stories he made up about you, Sister, even though they could not possibly be true, seem to indicate that his mind is going off in an altogether wrong direction I quite understand how he might wish that you'd done what he'd said," Mrs. Bunker patted Claire's shoulder. Claire smiled.
"I'm one of those modern mothers," Mrs. Bunker continued, and, you know, I lost my husband in the war and have had to bring the boy up myself. Perhaps I've been too lenient with him. I sent him here for discipline. I thought that since in his own way he's been trying to tell me how much he likes you, that you could perhaps come by our house tomorrow and the two of us could have a long talk with him a id see if anything can be done. I'd appreciate it if you'd come, too, Linda. Miss O'Conner will be there and the Headmistress said you might help with the serving at the party. I like to get the two of you together as much as possible," she laughed.
"Of course," said Claire. "We can go right after class."
Linda looked rather displeased for some reason.
"By the way," Mrs. Bunker asked as she was departing. "Have either of you seen Mr. Thomas recently?" . "I'm sorry, no," Claire said. "You see, we've been in here for a while and of course men aren't allowed here."
"Of course. I was just wondering. I have to see him about a matter of some urgency." Her eyes searched theirs for a moment, but apparently satisfied she left, her rear swaying tantalizingly as she walked.
"I don't like her," Linda growled as the two of them made sure that Mrs. Bunker had left and quickly retrieved Mr. Thomas from his hiding place.
"Well," Linda chuckled, "you're having quite an exciting day. When was the last time you had to hide away in a woman's closet."
Mr. Thomas seemed in no mood for jokes. "I must tell you," he murmured to himself.
"Why don't we all get comfortable first," Linda screamed gleefully and putting action to words stripped down to her underpants and bikini.
"Come lie beside me," she said to the old man, "and tell us what is so dangerous in the lives of two innocent girls like Claire and I."
Soon the three of them nestled together on the bed, Claire's ripe body on one side of the old man, her pink nipples nudging against his bare chest and Linda, black and voluptuous, curled up on the opposite end.
"My children," Mr. Thomas began, trying to ignore Claire's white hand which strayed over his body. "When I first came here I was a proud idealistic youth who wished only to serve Mr. John who has created such an ideal community. My first night here and the following ones for ten years were spent in blissful contemplation of the ideal life. Then one night I was visited by a woman. Not very young, but very pretty. She is now our Headmistress."
"Go on," Claire whispered, and bent down to grasp his tool which hardened miraculously at her touch.
"You might not believe it looking at her now, but then Katherine was a lovely creature. Her eyes were pure and guiless as the blue sea, her hands were like lilies.
She said she had to speak to me, she had no close relations she told me, just as you two don't, and she was afraid for her life.
"I can't talk to you here," she said, trembling with fright. "Come to the wine cellar."
"What was I to do? The poor child was in a state."
"I went with her, my arm around her soft shoulder giving her support, for I thought she'd faint."
"In a low sweet voice, she told me that she was in danger, just as I've told you. She said that the Community was a front for white slave traders. What better place than here where homeless, virtuous girls are sent because of one misdeed; young, beautiful girls who are than forgotten by the world, as you two are as well. They were going to take her, she cried in fright, unless I helped."
Claire, lying on her stomach, her pretty ass sticking out invitingly, put her hands underneath her, between her legs and slowly rubbed her cunt against the sheets, sighing blissfully.
"Mr. Thomas," Linda murmured, "look at poor Claire and you haven't even told us most of your story."
"It's not just a story," the old man screamed, "it's true!"
"As she talked she was getting very hot down there in that dank, humid room. "Mr. Thomas," she said, "I'm going to die of the heat. Let me take my clothes off, but don't look."
"I looked away and heard only the rustling of her staid, shapeless dress dropping to the ground in the darkness. "That's much better," she sighed. "I can trust you not to see me naked."
"Why do you think these things, my child?" I asked her. "What makes you think anyone wishes to kidnap you?"
"I thought, of course, that she was mad."
"A man came to me last night, and warned me," she whispered in a low, smooth whimper. 'A young man just out of the army with a lovely wife. He warned me, but I didn't believe him. And now he's dead, murdered this morning. His wife is a mere baby, only seventeen with a two-month old baby, named William. Now she's all alone."
"I confess, I hardly listened to her," Mr. Thomas sighed. Neither of us were exactly children, but the presence "-of her satin white skin just behind me was maddening. As she talked I was sure that her hands were accidentally brushing against me because of the lack of light, but the tension inside me was unbearable. I couldn't contain myself. I turned, and in the shadows I saw her frantically trying to cover herself up. I tore her hands away, pinning them against the wall, and gazed at her magnificent body, her young firm breasts, so white, like small dunes of sand.
I took control of myself for one instant and let her go, but she didn't run in fear as I expected, but hurled herself at me, ripping my clothes and moaning with the innocent passion of a virgin."
"As I entered her I felt the blood running over my legs, she twisted and turned, but finally came wildly thrashing underneath me. I fell asleep huddled in the warmth and dankness of her womanhood."
For almost two years after that we met in the damp cellar and made love. I knew I was doing wrong, but I loved her madly, perhaps I still do. Nothing had come of her story and so I dismissed it as the wild tale of a frightened imagination."
"We never spoke of it until one night long after. She told me that Mrs. Bunker, for she was the young wife, as you may have guessed, had come to her that evening."
Linda gasped. "You mean, Mrs. Bunker was the one. She killed her husband?"
"Exactly, my child." answered Mr. Thomas. "Katherine informed me that they knew of our affair and now demanded our complicity in the whole thing or else they would expose us."
"I want to go immediately to the police, but Katherine, she loved me so much! She wouldn't let me! 'We can't ruin your life, because of me!' she cried. 'It's my fault, I haven't been careful!' "
"Since then we've been forced to provide young girls for their evil purposes. Young girls, who no one will miss, who we can claim have died or run away from here, without anyone questioning it. For who would suspect Mr. John's Community. They are taken to foreign lands, are raped or if they are lucky, are made slaves bought and sold by rich noblemen, robbing them of their beauty, until if they are no good for their evil pleasures anymore, use them as cooks, maids, or even for the sadistic delights of the common populace. They die young of overwork, syphilis, or simply despair, far from home, never knowing anything but abuse."
Claire, face down, her ass climbing up and down, suddenly groaned with ecstasy. "Help me, Mr. Thomas!" she implored.
"Pretty Claire," Linda whispered, and turned Claire on her back so that the two of them could watch her fingers exploring her own clitoris, shaking in brief but wild spasms, her lovely pussy wet with the thrill of her fingers searching inside her, her pale tits, full and ripe, dripping with sweat, her red mouth obliviously lying open as she panted. "Now!" she screamed.
Mr. Thomas, timidly at first, knelt down toward her, and gently licked her black hair which like thick moss, covered her pussy, while Linda urgently sucked her friend's taut pink nipples, nipples, nipping them lightly in her teeth. "Eat me!" Claire begged, removing her own hand she steered the old man's mouth between her legs as ho plunged his tongue inside of her until, wailing with lust, she came, filling his throat with warm liquid.
Linda, ignoring her, turned to the old man. "Me, too," she grinned. "You ain't young anymore, honey, but you sure make up for it in experience."
Mr. Thomas shook his head sadly and tried to recover his composure. "You must not go to Mrs. Bunker's home tomorrow. I'm afraid you'll never come back."
"Have you been sent to fetch us then?" Claire asked.
"No. I'm not much use to them anymore. You see, my job was to test out the various girls, so to speak."
"You mean you seduced them?" Linda exclaimed joyfully. "You got to tell us some of your other tales some time!"
"I condemned them to the most inhuman life. Can't you understand that you too will be taken. I like you both. You're not suited for an ascetic life, but your basically good girls, who've been led astray. Claire, I know what you've done to that child. That was wrong."
"I know, but I am so lonely here. I still don't see how you even know of their plans, Mr. Thomas," she continued.
"I happened to overhear Mrs. Bunker and Miss O'Conner discussing it in the Headmistress' office. I had to go see her about something. She wasn't there but they were, and they noticed me when they came out. I'm no safer than you. They've never trusted me."
"We'll fix them, don't worry about that," Linda said proudly. "Claire and I have a-"
"Be quiet, Linda," Claire commanded.
"But hone-"
"Let's not go into that nonsense again."
"What nonsense is that?" inquired Mr. Thomas.
"It's nothing," Claire laughed. "You know, just a game we play with each other. Thank you for the warning. We won't go anywhere that they can take us, and we'll be gone shortly from this place. I hope you make out as well."
"But tell me of your plans," the man said in desperation. "You obviously don't realize-"
"We'll be all right, I tell you. I really think you should be going. By the way, is Mr. O'Conner involved in this?"
"I would believe so, both he and his sister are the worst of the lot. As you might suspect, he's taken over my job."
"I see."
"I advise you to stay on the Estate. If you're lured outside, it may prove fatal."
"You mean you shouldn't go to the party," asked Linda, pouting. "No. When you don't show tomorrow they'll know you've been warned. They can be quite cruel. I'll be around tomorrow to make sure you're safe, but don't open your door to anyone."
"Goodbye, Mr. Thomas," Claire reiterated.
"Oh, not yet," Linda moaned. "You know, Mr. Thomas," she whispered, confidingly, "Claire has never been entered by a man. Can you believe it? That's why she can only play with herself or me. I'm not so pure though." She undid her bra, letting it tumble to the floor and lay down on her back, her strong legs stretched wide apart, like an Amazon princess.
"Fuck her, Mr. Thomas," Claire commanded, pushing him on top of her.
"I can't," the old man stammered, "as you can see." He pointed at his cock which was as limp as a babe's.
Claire smiled.
"We'll fix that."
From out of her desk she removed a large dildo. "The least you can do is suck Linda off while I use this," she remarked.
The old man's eyes lighted on Linda who was squeezing her erect nipples, her torso moving slowly on the bed with anticipation.
Mr. Thomas knelt over her, pulled down her drawers and began nibbling at the tangled mass of hair that hid her entranceway, which in no time had moistened with his saliva and its own natural lubrication.
Despite Linda's apparent pleasure as her thrusting buttocks and blissful sighs were indicative of the old man's prick still remained motionless. Linda reached forward and grasped it in her huge paw, but still nothing!
Claire, in the meanwhile, tugging at the black hair around her pussy, and stroking the pliable mounds of flesh underneath, watched them lazily, not allowing herself to come again until the right moment when her friend would be satisfied as well.
She observed Mr. Thomas' bare ass squirming from the pressure exerted in front of it by Linda. Taking the dildo she rubbed it between her legs greasing it with her spendings, and rubbed it to make sure, licking it all around as if it were a popsicle, or for that matter, a real cock.
Without warning she grabbed the cheeks of Mr. Thomas' rear and violently pulled them apart. "No," he yelped in pain and tried to break away, but Linda's grasp on his , limp tool prevented him from moving.
Slowly, Claire probed his anus with the hard rubber cylinder, gently rotating it and moistening it with her own tongue. Grinning, she also began probing the vulnerable chocolate hole with her index finger, plunging it further and further in, until the old man raised his head from Linda's cunt.
"Not finished yet, Mr. Thomas?" Linda whined, and still holding onto his penis which for the first time showed signs of renewed life, she forced him back toward her and ordered her to lick her well, or else she'd just have to ask Claire to try yet another finger.
"Do you think there's enough room, honey?" she chuckled. "Man, you're good, don't stop now!" Mr. Thomas spurred by this, plunged his tongue deeper inside her crack until his lips were pressed against her pubic hairs. He, himself, began stroking his penis, hoping to make it rigid, but still it failed to completely stiffen.
"That's okay, Linda," Claire moaned with excitement, seeing those big black tits of hers soaking wet with sweat, heaving with passion, "the good man will be able to fuck you," and she rammed the dildo all the way in with all her might, concerned only that someone might notice his piercing yell for help.
Miraculously, as Claire moved the tool in and out of him, deeper and deeper with each thrust, Mr. Thomas' cock sprang up, its tip, ruby wet, glistening in Linda's hand.
"Screw me, please!" the big, black girl implored.
Obligingly, Claire, as if she were operating a puppet on a string, pushed the old man's body, maneuvering it with the aid of the insistent dildo, on top of Linda's begging body, and the latter steered his cock in and very soon thereafter came.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What did you think about what Mr. Thomas said," Claire asked soon after the old man exited from the room.
Linda, whose body lay outstretched still on the bed, rested her head on her hand and sighed. "Man, and I thought all we had to worry about was the Headmistress. It's sure lucky he warned us, though I'm not leaving this room till I leave it for good."
"If we'd gone through with our plan, though, where would we get that drug you told me about."
"Oh," Linda grinned, "Richard, that skinny boy, you know, gave me the address of this hippie who sells it. We could have had us a good time, too."
"Let's go there tomorrow after classes then. I want to get to the bottom of this."
"What do you mean, 'the bottom of this? Are you crazy?"
"Listen, Linda, Mr. Thomas isn't very good at lying. He obviously wants to scare us into staying here and I want to find out why. First of all, there's no way he could have overheard anyone in the Headmistress' office, there's a huge waiting room between it and the hall, second of all, if there's any place they would kidnap us it would be here and not in Mrs. Bunker's house. Why, this lonely place would be ideal don't you see? What are they going to do, drag us off, screaming our heads off in the middle of town. Don't be ridiculous. If anything they want to make sure we stay here and don't reveal anything."
"You mean there's no white slave trade going on?" Linda asked.
"There may be, but I just can't believe that Mr. O'Conner's involved in it. I mean, I admit I don't like him, but still I just can't believe he could do something like that."
"I agree."
"And it's interesting that Mr. Thomas made sure that he'd be the one person we wouldn't say anything to."
"I say we get that drug tomorrow," Linda declared, "and then check out the little gathering at Mrs. Bunker's. If we see any trouble coming, we slip them a little and get out. If not, maybe we'll find out the real truth. But I sure do hope Mr. O'Conner ain't one of them cause I'm not sure I could resist going anywhere with him."
Linda and Claire were both so worked up by the day's events that that night they had to satiate each other several times, before they finally could get some sleep.
The next day they went to the address given to Linda, which happened to be nearby. It was a large, brick mansion on the top of a hill overlooking the valley where the convent was located.
The thick wrought-iron door in the front which Linda timidly knocked on was immediately opened by a tall, elegantly dressed butler who stared at the two of them with a mixture of surprise as well as disdain.
We don't give charity here," he said, and started to close the door.
"This is a personal visit," Claire declared. "We'd like to see the master of the house."
"Who shall I say is calling?" the butler responded.
Just then, a gaunt young man with blond hair that tumbled in waves below his shoulders approached them. He was dressed in a purple silk robe, even though it was the early afternoon. Clenched in between his teeth was an elegant silver pipe which didn't contain tobacco.
"Man," he said. "I don't give charity, if you can dig it, chicks. I just can't afford the bread."
"We don't want charity," Linda said, "we want this drug you sell. Richard Gibson told me all about you. We want to buy." She leaned forward so that he couldn't help notice her breasts staring at him.
"Far out," the boy whispered. "Far fuckin' out. Everyone is getting into it. Come right in and I'll fix you up with anything your little hearts desire. I'll even charge you my special rate for those in educational services."
He led them into a spacious richly-decorated room, in the center of which was the biggest waterbed either of them had ever seen. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said, continuing to shake his head. "Have a sample toke on me," and he handed Linda the pipe.
Linda took a long drag on it and handed it to Claire, who naively imitated her black friend.
"I want you to know, your lungs are now filling up with the finest opium this side of Turkey," the boy grinned.
As the pipe went full circle, Linda and Claire became loose and giddy, giggling for no reason at all and bumping into each other and the boy.
"You know, now dig this," the boy exclaimed laughing. "I've never really observed one of Mr. John's community this close up."
"Now honey," Linda scolded, "you know you just ain't tellin' the truth when you say that."
"I mean I've seen 'em on the streets and shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't say things like that-"
"It's okay," Claire whispered seductively glancing at the boy's legs under his robe. "Do we look okay to you?"
"Heavy man."
"Heavy?" Linda complained. "Now you been smoking too much of this stuff." She inhaled deeply. "I'd say it's affected your eyes. I mean, we may be endowed, but I'll be a fox in a chicken coop if you can say we're heavy."
At this the boy broke out in a peal of laughter.
Claire, giggling, turned to Linda who stared at him uncomprehendingly. "Linda, don't you know anything? It's an expression."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, the pipes dead, man" the boy broke in.
"I just know I'm not heavy," Linda declared, ignoring him. "I'll prove it. No skinny-assed white boy's going to say something like that without seeing the evidence." And without another word, she grabbed the boy's hands and led them underneath her skirt.
"Now," she demanded, as he began to feel her tits. "You know that ain't fat," she sighed.
"I'll tell you," the boy said. "Your boobs feel mighty firm, but you know it's hard to tell just by feeling. Why don't you lie down. Lift that thing you got on you. You got to be the weirdest chicks I've ever run into."
"Now that's fine with me."
"What about your goods?" Claire asked, seeing the stiff line underneath the purple material of his robe and running her hand through his thick golden hair. "I'd say we should make it a contest. I'll be the judge of which is finer."
Linda had already lay down and hiked the woolen skirt up so that her breasts, the nipples dark and hard, peered out. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra that day, to Claire's joy.
The two of them simply gazed at her for a few moments, and she in turn smiled back, like a proud baby revealing herself to two admiring adults.
"Stand up," Claire said to the boy, "and let us take a look at you." Without any ado, she deftly undid the boy's robe, revealing a taut and unusually big cock, which he himself stroked with admiration.
"I don't guess you two see much of this sort of thing?" he grinned. "How is it?"
"I'll be the Judge," Claire repeated, and as if she were examining a flower at a contest, she cupped his balls in the palm of her hand, testing their weight as the boy involuntarily trembled with the delight of her cool, soft hand.
"Not bad," Claire muttered trying to remain dispassionate, her hand drifting up along the full length of his rod which seemed to flutter at her crotch.
Linda, in order to see better, stood up as well rocking the waterbed so that the waves rippling underneath their bare feet almost knocked them off balance. Falling forward, the boy's arms encircled Linda's broad shoulders in an effort to remain upright, his cock pressing up against her cunt.
Claire held them apart. "I haven't finished with the contest," she declared.
"I can't believe your tits," the boy gasped, his eyes bulging at the sight of Linda, who smiling, cupped them in her hands and pulled her nipples toward him.
Claire, continuing, got down on her haunches between them and ran her tongue over the tip of the boy's penis, while above Linda's thick, negroid lips parted, her gleaming white teeth shining through the slight space, kissed the boy's neck and journeying downward, sucked at his pink flat nipples, as the boy's arms scratched urgently at her back.
"Very nice," said Claire. "But we don't want him to come just yet."
Rising slowly, Claire plunged her index finger into her friend's moist cunt and pressed sensually as Linda whined with pleasure. Lifting Linda's dress, which had fallen down over her ripe black tits, she squeezed each of them in turn, as the boy, watching feverishly began jerking himself off, almost unconsciously to their rhythm.
Claire played with Linda's pussy, then lightly bit each of her nipples, and then squeezed them hard. "That isn't fat," she declared turning toward the boy and smiling. "But there's only one way to really judge. You must fuck! Whoever comes first is the loser! Glancing at the two of them, Claire wasn't sure if either could possibly resist for more than a few seconds, but as it turned out the boy had more will power than she would have imagined.
Claire guided his penis into the wide, black hole, as they both sighed with relief and desire.
Kneeling underneath them to get a better view of Linda's animal flanks undulating rapidly to the boy's relentless strokes, crying with passion at his merciless thrusts which seemed to rend her apart, Claire was unable to control her excitement. Feverishly, she lapped like a dog, at his dangling balls, covered with a fine layer of hair, various strands of which she also clenched in her lips.
Then she turned to Linda and stroked the insides of her thighs, wrenching them farther apart to better see the white cock churning inside of her.
Suddenly the boy's movements went out of control. "Shit, I'm coming!" he moaned, plunging deeper into the black jungle.
Linda, her eyes shut tight, screamed in ecstasy and as the white sperm coursed through her body like hot acid, the boy felt her wide cunt flutter violently, almost clutching his rod as she too, came with a low animal groan of relief.
The boy, after recovering his senses, still stared at the women in their drab community uniforms.
"Man, you two are unreal!"
Linda looked down sympathetically at Claire, her plump white body still trembling with unrelieved desire.
"Now, honey," she chastised, "we can't have poor Claire remain in that state. Why, it ain't fair."
Claire looked up at them silently pleading.
"I know just the ticket for you friend " the boy exclaimed and leaped from the bed toward a long cloth string that hung from the wall. "I do this service for you two because you're both far-out chicks," he remarked.
In a few brief moments, during which time the boy, his arm falling lovingly on Linda's shoulder, snorted some white powder which he then handed to Linda who he gazed at, love-struck, a pretty girl of about nine-teen, walked into the room. She was dressed in a cute little maid's uniform, her short skirt nicely setting off a pair of curved hips and an equally impressive pair of tits hung almost over her waist.
Just after that the butler, still dressed in his formal black tux also entered.
"You called, sir?" he said with dignity, trying hard to avert his eyes from Linda's naked torso leaning against his exposed master.
"Right on, Joseph. This good woman," he went on, indicating Claire, "requires the services of both you and Susan. You are to do whatever she requests."
The maid giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "But sir," the butler responded.
"Man," the boy threatened. "I don't want anymore shit from you. I'm going to be here with this incredible chick," he playfully squeezed one of Linda's tits, "to make sure you obey."
"Very good," the butler said.
"He's really not a bad sort," the boy whispered confidentially to Linda. "You'll get used to him."
"Use to him?" Linda said. "Now honey-"
"You're moving in, like as soon as it can be arranged, you know," the boy exclaimed. "If you want, we'll be married, but man, I know you dig me, and man it's just too far out."
Linda looked at him, her huge brown eyes soft with love and nodded her head. "Honey, you know I think you just might be right."
They both returned their attention to Claire, who had immediately y began arranging her temporary servant to suit her purposes.
The butler was on all fours on the floor still dressed except for his pants and undergarments, which Claire had tossed to the side, his long stiff cock hanging free between his legs.
The maid, who apparently disliked her snobbish fellow worker, expressed her pleasure at this arrangement by giggling under her breath.
"You like that, don't you, Susan?" Claire asked.
The maid bobbed her head and laughed.
"Let me see your pretty little cunt and maybe I can help you get even with him."
Timidly, the young girl lowered her underpants, but kept her skirt on, hiding her cunt.
"Are you shy?" asked Claire.
Again she silently nodded her head, afraid about what might happen to her, yet obviously thrilled as well.
"Play with yourself, that always relaxes me," Claire gently suggested. "Just look at his penis and imagine it's inside of you."
The girl, urged on by Claire's low soothing voice, allowed her hand to creep up her skirt between her fleshy thighs and shielded by the dress, she silently masturbated, her eyes closing with the sudden rush of released pleasure which she afforded herself.
Claire grew hot with anticipation seeing this and once again felt the juices welling up in her pussy.
"I'll show you what to do with Joseph," she said and then, "if you want you can do the same."
The butler snorted with anger, which seemed rather amusing, considering his undignified position, causing the boy and Linda to chuckle to themselves.
"Now, Joseph," Claire warned, "you're to be a good boy, otherwise you know I can hurt you, and so saying she quickly pinched each of his bare buttocks causing him to gasp for breath trying not to scream in pain.
"Give me your hands," she ordered.
Obediently, Joseph brought his arms behind him toward Claire who taking them, placed them on the cheeks of his rear. "Now spread them," she said, "I want to eat you out ."
To Claire's surprise he did as he was told. She stole a glance at Susan who was watching the scene open-mouthed, her hand rapidly .stroking her pussy which she now proudly displayed, a long moist crack, in which her finger went all the way in, covered by a thick mat of brownish hair that was almost up to her navel.
"Come here, Susan. So you can see better," Claire suggested.
The young girl rushed toward her side.
"Have you ever sucked a man off?" inquired Claire.
"No, Miss," she answered hesitantly, looking fearfully at Joseph.
"Lie on your back underneath Joseph," Claire went on, "so that he can eat out your cunt while you suck him off and when you both come you'll be ready for me. Now open up, Joseph," she barked. "I'm going to lick your ass clean." She playfully squeezed the butler's dangling balls.
Susan's head soon appeared in front of her as Claire began running her tongue inside Joseph, who in the meanwhile, stared at the maid's pussy, her hand still jerking herself off.
"Come now, Joseph," Linda laughed. "You can't expect that girl to do everything."
Giving her a fearful look the butler began licking at the moist slit. Susan's plump white ass tensed and strained up toward his tongue, which was soon covered with her sticky goo.
Susan, whimpering in ecstasy, grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth, and the butler, seemingly so disgusted by the whole scene, shocked everybody by coming immediately, almost gagging the poor girl, who showed her mettle by swallowing down his sperm and smiling as she moaned and covered the butler's face with kisses mixed with come.
When the three had untangled, Claire disrobed, and began stroking her luscious body, getting it ready for the servants.
Susan was ordered to suck off her nipples as she stood while Joseph was to kneel before her and eat out both her ass and her cunt until she said to stop.
As Claire squirmed uncontrollably the two went about their appointed tasks. The three were drenched in sweat before Claire came.
Claire was very happy for Linda when she informed her of her intention to move in with the boy, who's name was Joshua.
"But first," the black girl said to her new lover, "Claire and I have a problem we have to solve and we need your help."
The two told Joshua the whole story.
"Sure man, I'll lay the dope on you for free," he said. "You have to get it in some liquid though, like coffee," he laughed. "I'm going with you. The whole thing sounds weird. What if that old guy by some chance is telling the truth. Then you may be fucked."
"I know Mr. O'Conner wouldn't do that," insisted Claire.
"Sounds like you're kind of hung-up on the dude. Get your head together," he gazed at her fresh white body. "I dig you and I don't want anything happening to you."
Claire blushed at Joshua's implication about Mr. O'Conner. "Actually, Linda's the one who's hung-up on him," she remarked.
"No more, honey," the black girl stated, looking at her new love.
"Here's the thing," the boy went on. "If we can check out the scene this afternoon and find out who's in the clear at least, who we can trust, then we might be able to pull off your far-out plan with the dope at the party. I have friends, believe it or not, among the cops around here. They let me do my business so long as it isn't anything like smack, you dig? They take a little bread off the top. It's like part of my expenses."
"You mean you don't sell any really bad drugs?" asked Claire. "That's a relief."
"Mostly grass and some hash and acid. Anyway, I was thinking we could like tell the cops the story, you know, they won't believe us. These people sound like fine upright citizens and a Headmistress and old man, that's just too much. But like we say to them to come and see for themselves. I'll mix up such a beautiful concoction that they won't only be loving each other, they'll be telling their fucking life stories."
"We'd better be getting to Mrs. Bunker's" Claire exclaimed.
The three of them crowded into Joshua's Austin Healy and leaving a good deal of rubber on the road, sped off to their destination.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The house they stopped at was a large, plush suburban dwelling, replete with an inviting swimming pool in the back, and a sprawling garden containing lovely red and violet flowers, as well as a tennis court.
The door was answered by Miss O'Conner.
"Why, it's you," she said in amazement, but then smiled graciously and invited them in.
Miss O'Conner, who bore a striking resemblance to her brother, was a tall, lithe redhead, with bright blue eyes and the graceful, rhythmic, willowy movements of a professional model, which, in fact, she was. She wore a very tight fitting V-neck sweater which clung to her breasts, and neatly extended over a pert ass clad in green bell-bottom pants.
"Mr. Thomas told us you wouldn't be able to make it. I'm so glad you changed your plans," she said, ushering them in.
"This is Joshua Springer," said Linda. "He was kind enough to offer us a ride, so we didn't think you'd mind us asking him to come along."
"Not at all," Mrs. Bunker cried. "Miss O'Conner this is Linda, the girl who will help you with the serving and this is Claire, William's teacher."
"It's nice to meet you both," Miss O'Conner said in a soft voice.
"We were all going to take a swim," Mrs. Bunker said, "before getting down to work. Would you care to join us?"
"We'd love to," said Claire. "But well, the rules-"
"Oh, don't worry about that, of course I have some extra suits. That should fit, don't you think," again she eyed them as if examining their bodies very closely. "Mr. O'Conner and Mr. Thomas are going to come.
I'll just give them a ring and see if they can bring one for your friend."
"That would be lovely."
Mrs. Bunker disappeared leaving Miss O'Conner in the role of hostess.
"Robert's talked so much about you," she said to Claire, as the four of them seated themselves in the living room, "that I feel I've gotten to know you."
"Oh really, actually we've only conversed a few times."
"Yes I know, but you see my brother takes an instant liking to certain people, and then he can't talk enough about them. He's rather shy, I'm afraid, so I doubt if you'd even known what a hit you'd made."
"Tell me," Claire said politely, "what did Mr. Thomas give as the reason why we weren't coming today?"
"Oh he told us some dreadful story about somebody you thought you were scared of.....oh, I'm sorry, perhaps it was true, but he thought...well you were imagining things. He suggested you'd been working too hard. I probably shouldn't tell you this but he's thinking of letting you take some time off. Perhaps to do missionary work outside the convent."
"He was?" Linda said angrily. "That's interesting."
"I don't follow. You must admit, that it is rather farfetched that someone would like to kidnap you. Why what possible motive would there be?"
"How the hell do you know Mrs. Bunker?" asked Claire. "She told us yesterday that you two were very good friends."
"No, I must say that's an exaggeration. We actually only met last week. It seems she's very interested in the school and wanted to know a few things about the teaching methods from Robert. We've spoken a few times but no we're not really close friends. Why I don't know anything about her, except that her husband was killed in the war, and she's had to bring up her boy William all by herself."
"You know, I believe she's telling the truth," Linda declared.
"Well of course I'm telling the truth," Miss O'Conner gasped with surprise, "why should I lie to you?"
"We don't mean to offend you, Miss O'Conner," Claire said, "but we have reason to suspect that Mrs. Bunker killed her husband."
"Killed him? Why you two really are crazy, Mr. Thomas was right. I don't think its over work though, this is worse than that. I think you two should be put away."
"Take it easy man," Joshua broke in. "Listen to what they got to say...."
"And what's that?" the sweet voice of Mrs. Bunker broke in. "I would be very curious. Someone was murdered?"
"Oh it's nothing. Sheila really. These good women have an over active imagination, it's really not worth going into."
"Oh well. Anyway Robert and Mr. Thomas should be here any minute with the suit and then we can all take a nice swim. Here's your suits would you like to try them on. I'm afraid they're a bit small, you know, but I'm afraid I've always been a fool for the latest fashions."
"Honey, we ain't ashamed of our bodies," Linda snorted. "Let's try these things on Claire." And so saying the two made their way upstairs.
When they came down Mr. O'Conner and the priest were all ready there, talking to the two women.
Linda wore a yellow bikini that was at least two sizes too small so that it pressed in her enormous tits which threatened to burst from their enclosures, but for the moment at least only bulged on top, delineating her cleavage even more clearly than usual.
Claire, on the other hand had been given a strange new one piece suit which had a triangle cut out of the center and back and nicely revealed her pure white abdomen, and even the fine strands of pubic hair that strayed just below her navel.
Mr. O'Conner's eyes gazed at her with unmistakable lust as she slowly descended the stairs and coldly greeted him.
"We'll go in now," Claire suggested, "while all you change."
"Fine," he whispered, "we'll be only a second."
Before long the five of them were together in the pool.
Miss O'Conner in a striking black swim suit and Mrs. Bunker offered a striking contrast.
The former's red hair flowed down over a bare back that was long and slender and promised to be loose and easy swimming in the clear blue water. Mrs. Bunker on the other hand, equally tall and graceful, was dark and walked somewhat stiffly, as though not quite as relaxed that naked. Her full breasts, and the outline of her nipples, despite her age, were still firm and stood up on their own. Claire longed to see the two of them suck each other off and grew wet with anticipation thinking about their plan for the party, but it was Mr. O'Conner, whose powerful thighs, and broad chest contained no flab whatsoever, who made Claire's finger go inside of her suit under the water, stroking her clit urgently, trying not to reveal her excitement as he in turn, smiling confidently swam toward her.
"Come and join us," he said to her, "we're going to play a game, I think you'll like it."
Claire noted that Linda and Joshua had left the pool, and had departed back to the empty house. She envied them. "Sure, what kind of a game?" she asked.
"You'll see."
They swam to the side of the pool where Mrs. Bunker and Robert's sister, her bright hair glowing in the sun, awaited them.
"Claire's willing to play," Mr. O'Conner announced.
"Fantastic," Miss O'Conner laughed, "she'll do very well."
"The idea of the game," Robert explained, "is to find this handkerchief. Since there are four of us we have to decide on one who doesn't know which of the other three have it, I suggest Mrs. Bunker what do you say?"
"Okay," she whispered, "that's the best part to play," she said suggestively.
"I don't get it," Claire complained.
"Well dear," Miss O'Conner said, "we three choose one of us to hide the handkerchief, Mrs. Bunker, of course won't know which one?"
"But where would you hide it?"
"Well anywhere in your suit."
"I see, so Mrs. Bunker tries to discover the handkerchief."
"That's it, Mr. O'Conner remarked," now Sheila why don't you get in the pool?"
Mrs. Bunker, her shoulder strap falling over her shoulder so that the soft inviting whiteness of her breast just above the nipple was temptingly exposed dived awkwardly into the water.
"Let me have the flag," Miss O'Conner whispered.
"Okay," Robert and Claire agreed. "Now," he said to Claire, "remember we have to make believe we have it," he said to Claire.
Miss O'Conner, laughing lightly turned to Claire, "help me with the hook, I'm going to slip it in my top."
Claire's fingers fumbled with the tiny silver pin, her eyes staring at the long slender back. Unable to contain herself, she let her hand wander, brushing Miss O'Conner's shoulder.
The tall lithe woman turned to her suddenly, her tiny breasts bare in the glowing hot sun, her light brown nipples glistening from the water, were erect and pointed.
"You put it in," she said, "hide it well, we don't want it found very soon, now do we?"
Claire rubbed the white cloth against her bare breasts, lightly soothing the nipples before beginning to replace the top.
"Oh, don't stop," Miss O'Conner murmured under her breath.
"They're waiting for us." Claire glanced at Robert, who was staring at his sister's breasts in a very unbrotherly manner. Claire smiled at him, and pointed at his sister's shadowy cleavage, where the handkerchief was stuffed, rolled into a tiny white knot.
Miss O'Conner slowly lowered herself into the cool water, at the shallow end of the swimming pool. The water lapped against her smooth thighs. She shivered as the water soaked the fleshy mound between her legs. Claire stood above her watching the slender body, still excited, pushing against the side of the pool, lifting up and down in the water rhythmically. Gradually wetting her groin and leaving drips of water on her rounded belly and finally arching her back and slipping her tits underneath the surface.
Claire sat down at the edge of the pool for a minute dangling her shapely pale legs in the water. Mrs. Bunker swam toward Robert who, his broad shoulders churning just above the surface made as if to flee.
"You have it don't you Rob?" Sheila cried chasing him until he was trapped right near where Claire was seated.
As if trying to save him, Claire dived into the water pulling Sheila with her.
Mrs. Bunker, under the water, groped between Claire's legs, which were wet from more than just the water.
As the two of them rose to the surface, Claire could still feel her long delicate fingers searching under her suit, until, unseen by the others, Claire felt her virgin pussy being entered.
"Which one of you have it?" Mrs. Bunker demanded, as she felt Claire up, who began to moan with enjoyment. The finger plunged deeper in, rotating constantly gently nudging her clitoris until Claire fearing that she would come broke away and swam off, panting with desire, toward the waiting figure of Jan O'Conner.
As Mrs. Bunker returned her attention to Robert, her small breasts almost escaping from the tiny suit, and Claire swam off to the deep end. Claire felt her pretty rear with her hand, prying it underneath the tight cloth, gently soothing her crack and guiding her along away from the others.
Jan, moaning with pleasure, turned on to her back, floating, as Claire grasped her by the ankles, gazing at the soft wet mound the thick red pubic hair faintly visibly on the insides of her slim thighs.
Diving underwater, Claire deftly lowered Jan's pants and feverishly played with the red pussy that fluttered at her touch.
Hidden by the water, Jan's own finger strayed to her cunt, helping Claire.
"Please, jerk .me off," Miss O'Conner whispered, "oh please, now....I'm going to come!"
"They'll see us," scolded Claire, and laughing replaced the pants, covering the red pussy once again and swam away like a coy lover teasing his mistress.
Besides herself, Jan obediently followed her toward the other two, who were still struggling for the hanky which was nestled in the model's cleavage.
As they approached them Claire observed gleefully that Mrs. Bunker had Robert's bathing suit half off, her hands searching inside for the missing handkerchief supposedly apparently had found something of much greater interest.
As the two of them struggled, Claire dived underwater and her eyes open, joyfully watched Sheila's nimble hands cupping Robert's tool which stood up enormous and erect.
She rose to the surface, and as if to pull his adversary away, deftly undid Mrs. Bunker's top. Her tits, tan, and ripe, were big pear shaped, delicious morsels which Claire eagerly grabbed hold of, pinching the nipples hard.
"No fair," Mrs. Bunker laughed, blushing as Mr. O'Conner did little to disguise his interest in her full boobs.
Claire tossed the top to him, as Mrs. Bunker vainly tried to cover herself up.
"Let's strip her completely," Jan cried happily, and grasped Sheila's bikini bottom before she could get away, pulling her legs up as her body, turned on its back so that the hard nipples could be just seen above the surface, while Robert eagerly felt her pussy inside.
Mrs. Bunker thrashed under the water, as Jan ripped off the pants leaving her naked and breathless by the time they let go.
"Okay," she panted still trying to get her wind, "if you're going to gang up on me like that, I'll show you....now where's that hanky."
She reached out and grasped Robert's trunks before she could get away, and laughing with delight, took hold of his stiff cock.
"My, my," she exclaimed, "as Robert tried to break loose, this game is exciting, come here Jan, and just look at this." She pulled hard so that Mr. O'Conner cried out in pain, and turned over so that his bare penis stuck out of the water like a pole.
Jan looked at her brother's prick with wonder.
"Have you ever seen your brother sucked off Jan?" Before the gorgeous redhead could answer, Sheila's head had lowered toward the water, her mouth enclosing the waiting cock, as Mr. O'Conner writhed in pleasure, Jan reached around Mrs. Bunker's ample waist, inadvertently straying across the black mat of pubic hair that covered her groin.
Her fingers immediately plunged inside.
"I'm coming," Robert screamed, "now, now!" And in a minute Mrs. Bunker looked up at his sister and swallowed down the sperm, as if it were a fine dessert.
Jan felt Sheila's buttocks rubbing against her pussy and became excited. In the meanwhile as Robert swam away to watch the three of them. Claire swam in front of Sheila and after delicately pinching her bare breasts, so that the nipples became stiff, eagerly nibbled her tits, as Jan played with her.
"Wait," Robert cried, "let me fuck her please."
As Mrs. Bunker moaned with disappointment, they let go of her, and faint with excitement let herself be dragged toward the side of the pool, and be hoisted up shivering out of the water, where she lay, breathing heavily, splendidly naked.
Robert's cock hadn't grown erect as yet, but as he stared at her huge tits heaving up and down, and the soaked hair that hid her long tempting crack, his cock, like magic, rose toward his bare belly.
Jan, ignoring him took hold of Claire and swam with her to the far end of the pool. Claire just caught Robert mounting Sheila, who cried out in pain as his huge tool tore her apart, before Jan had slipped off her pants revealing once again her lovely red cunt, begging Claire to eat her out.
They got out on the opposite side and as they heard Mrs. Bunker yelling with delight, Claire gladly sucked off the inviting pussy, until she almost choked from Jan's coming.
When she was done, Claire gazed at the outstretched figure of Robert's sister, unsatisfied herself.
Her hand quickly darted to her own luscious breasts, her pink nipples still hidden from view by her bathing suit, though they could be seen sticking into it. She rubbed her tits urgently hoping to quell her desire, staring intently at Miss O'Conner's little boobs encased in the bra of her bikini, her torso completely naked below still undulating from before.
Suddenly the figure of Robert loomed over his sister in front of her.
"You seem to have done a good job," he laughed, and playfully put his big masculine hands underneath his sister's trunks, and pinched the nipples beneath, so that the slender body came to life again whimpering with pleasure and shame, as the three of them watched her brother manipulating her.
"No Rob," she implored turning red hot in front of them."
Claire felt Sheila's hand groping under her suit, squeezing the cheeks of her pleasingly plump ass.
"You're beautiful, my dear," she heard her whisper.
By this time Jan was wildly thrashing on the hard gravel as her brother insistently plyed her tits, lowering the bra so that her brown nipples peeked out as did the sought after handkerchief.
"So you had it," Mrs. Bunker exclaimed, grabbing the cloth.
She tied it over the model's eyes blissfully blinding her while they each began soothing her body.
As her brother sucked her tits, Mrs. Bunker and Claire spread her legs apart and pulled at the wonderful red hair until the pussy became soaking wet. They alternated jerking Jan off while the other masturbated.
Suck your brother, Sheila commanded squeezing Jan's clitoris, her cunt arching toward her.
For the third time, Robert's tool was up for the job.
Jan felt the warm stiff fleshy pole in her mouth and while Claire sucked out her cunt for the second time, and Sheila, her finger feverishly exploring her own majestic cunt, came, she sucked her brother off until with a pained expression of thrill and shame, she gulped down his hot white cream, and herself came for a second time.
As the four of them tried to recover themselves, they were surprised to see the small figure of William racing up to them shouting wildly.
He apparently was used to seeing his mother stark naked and knew what to do in such instances.
"Are we going to play one of those games, mother?" he asked her eagerly, his cock waving in the air, and hands on his hips.
His darling face suddenly took notice of Claire whose presence obviously pleased him and frightened him a bit. His insolent eyes were attracted to her large tits which more than adequately filled her bathing suit, and traveled down to her white tender thighs, and the mound in between them.
"How do you play, William?" asked Claire sweetly, "maybe you and your mother can teach us all."
Mrs. Bunker chortled uneasily. "Oh, it's just a silly game. We've played since he was a child, you know."
"Let's play," cried William, and without any warning he aimed his penis toward his mother's awaiting hole, before she could stop him.
Before, Sheila could break away, Jan grabbed her pretty rear and held her still. Obligingly Claire pushed William forward so that he could enter her, stroking his balls so that his rod would be sufficiently erect.
"Ohhhh," he yelled as his prick found its way in. Robert felt his mother's buttocks involuntarily squirming with pleasure.
"Can I play too William?" he asked seriously.
"After me," the boy said, obviously enjoying himself, oblivious of his mother's consternation as she meekly tried to order him to stop, while sighing at the feel of his cock inside of her. "No William, please, don't want you now," she moaned weakly.
"Have you ever played this way William?" Robert said, and bending down he spread the cheeks of his mother's ass apart, licked the wide brown crack with his tongue, until she panted with lust, her hips rotating around her son's cock, and then entered her from behind. William watched over his mother's shoulder as Robert's cock slipped in and out of her burning ass, and she groaned at the two-pronged attack.
Crouching underneath Claire and the boy, Jan, licked William's balls until with a low grunt his ripe supply of sperm made its way into his mother's wide cunt, as Robert moistened her rear. Trying hard to contain herself, Sheila gave up and hugging her boy, tears of shame dripping over her cheeks, she came, wetting his cock with her spendings.
"Let me clean you off," Jan cooed, after the boy, still smiling at his mother smugly, had withdrawn his limp penis. She slowly licked it off, her own red bush moistening in the process.
"Let's play another game," Claire said to the boy. "Remember what we did to the Headmistress. Make believe you're a dog and lick off Miss O'Conner."
The lad gazed down at Jan's lovely cunt, which she now rubbed frantically with her whole hand.
"Get on all fours," continued Claire sweetly, and steered William so that his face was just above Jan's trembling pussy, and his penis, still in her mouth, her tongue rolling around it, till it stiffened once again.
On his knees, William played with the red hair, fascinated with the new aspect of this old game, barely aware of the thrill he was causing in Jan, whose narrow hip flailed about wildly to the touch of his wild fingers.
"Make believe you're a friendly puppy," Claire suggested.
"Eager to please," William lapped at the greasy slit, Jan's whimpers urging him on, until to his joy, he felt his mouth fill with her liquid.
The boy seemed stunned, but had soon regained his composure. Mrs. Bunker snatched up a towel and, in a huff, wrapped it around her ravishing body, and stalked off, nearly dragging the reluctant boy along with her.
Robert coolly lit a cigarette eyeing his sister and Claire. But the three of them were interrupted by footsteps-Mr. Thomas, who had for some strange reason had not showed up with Robert as had been expected, raced up to them, his widened face, red and sweaty with the effort entailed.
"I have to speak to you," he said to Mr. O'Conner, ignoring Claire entirely.
"Okay, I'm sorry ladies, but you'll have to excuse us. Truly I'm sorry," he repeated confidently resting his eyes on Claire's succulent body clinging to her wet suit. "Maybe you should come with us," he decided, addressing her, "this may be of interest to you as well." His eyes now darted to the old man who hesitantly nodded his approval.
"I'd be glad to," Claire muttered, "I have a few things to say to the good man myself."
"That will all be straightened out, I assure you my child," he answered.
"We'll see."
"Jan, who had coquettishly covered the stunning red triangle naked between her legs, with her thin hand, smiled and ran off to get dressed, while the three of them headed back to the house.
As it happens, they entered the master bedroom, where they were met by the peaceful figure of Linda and Joshua, snuggled in each other's arms in the enormous bed.
Linda woke, startled, and yawning, stretched her arms so that one black tit escaped from beneath the sheets, resting on the plush blanket above it.
She woke Joshua, who grumbling a bit at this intrusion, was also invited to participate in what turned out to be a rather revealing discussion.
"The kidnapping is scheduled for tomorrow night," Mr. Thomas explained to Mr. O'Conner who gave me his undivided attention. "They'll offer to drive Claire and Linda home....but....well, they'll never get there."
"I see," Robert responded thoughtfully. "We'll have to alter our plans, but at such short notice it'll be tough to actually discover the leader, damnit!"
"Don't believe him, honey," Linda burst out, "he up to no good himself..."
"And how do we know we can trust Mr.
O'Conner," Claire protested. "Be quiet, Linda."
Robert smiled. "She's the smartest of the lot," he said in admiration. "Here's all my credentials, they should convince even a clever girl like you." He opened up his wallet to her, and revealed his police badge. "I came here to break this case. I'm afraid I'm not really cut out to be a teacher, as I once tried to tell you."
"Far fucking out," exclaimed Joshua. "And they say they're never around when you need them. But man, from what these good ladies (and they are fucking good, if you don't mind me saying so) have told me, I suggest you check out this dude here," he pointed to the old man, "before you take his word for anything." He has been known to alter the truth, my apologies if I've offended the upstanding member of Mr. John's Community.
"So you knew I was lying," the old man sighed happily. "I was hoping I wouldn't be too good at that sort of thing anyway. I never was involved in this whole thing til now," he said sadly, "they forced me to tell you that. I had no idea why, til I talked to the detective here, believe me. They said it was a joke. Still, I refused, but they did threaten to expose me and the Headmistress, so I relented. I'm truly sorry. Now I suppose it'll all come out anyway."
"I don't know," remarked Robert, "I would never mention it, would you ladies?"
They all shook their heads, sympathizing with the frightened old man who they realized had meant no harm.
"And I thought you was testing out all them pretty girls," Linda sighed, disappointed, "now I'll know better than to believe everything I hear."
"Who's in on this thing then?" Joshua asked.
"Well at this point, we're sure of Mrs. Bunker and I'm afraid, the Headmistress, who fed the information about the girl. But there's someone else. Someone also on the inside who's been organizing the whole deal. Someone whose been there for some time, and I'm afraid has been testing out the prospective girls, some of whom apparently were really enjoying his company. What gets me is, I've thoroughly checked all the male teachers, even the janitor, and even some of the better looking females, they're all clean, though I might add, I've heard some stories that might even shock you. This place is a regular den of sin, or free love as the case may be. At any rate, we're back where we started from.
"So that's why you said those things to me," Claire remarked, "you upset me. Of course I'm different now."
Yes, I can see that," he chuckled.
"Linda and I thought up a way of exposing the culprits at the party tomorrow, maybe it'll also show us who the leader is," Claire suggested.
"I'll listen to anything at this point."
Claire, with help from Linda and Joshua, explained how they were going to drug the food, and take advantages of its powers.
"So you're the peddler around here," Robert grunted, looking at Joshua, who grinned at him impishly.
"Man, I was just thinking of going straight," he said hurriedly, "help my father with the business, you know."
"Sure kid. I suppose I'll believe you for now."
"What about Mrs. Bunker's husband," said Linda, changing the subject as quickly as possible. "Did she really kill him, or was that just another lie?"
"That's another mystery to this business," Robert muttered with obvious frustration, at his inability to get to the heart of the matter, "we checked army records and couldn't find anything for a Martin Bunker. It seems that Mrs. Bunker made up that story to account for little William, but if she ever did really have a husband, God knows where he disappeared to."
"There may be another mystery yet," Claire remarked suddenly. "Pardon, my indiscretion, Mr. Thomas, but when was the last time...when did you finally break off with Katherine....the Headmistress that is?"
"Oh that was long ago, my child? And now that I realize what she's been doing, the very notion would disgust me."
"Remember, you told me about the Headmistress in the wine cellar, Linda? If that wasn't Mr. Thomas than who was it?"
"Honey, I'd forgotten about that?"
"About what?" demanded Mr. O'Conner. What are you two talking about, anyway?"
"What was he saying, Linda. I want to have her wasn't it? Maybe he meant me, but the Headmistress refused because she was frightened about what I knew of her. Couldn't that be it?"
"You saw the Headmistress fucking with someone," Robert exclaimed, "why, that may be our man."
"I couldn't tell who he was though, darn it," Linda complained, as I said to Claire it was too dark. All I could make out was this little prick.
"Wait you said it was huge," Claire interrupted.
"I just wanted to get your juices flowing, Claire, I exaggerated, but his is important. The thing that amazed me was here's the Headmistress begging for it, right? And all I can see is this little tool going in and out of her, and ordering her around and all in this squeaky voice."
"Man, it could have been a pupil," Joshua said, tossing some hair out of his eyes.
"No, honey, this dude knew what he was doing. He got me pretty worked up myself. Beside, the way he talked, you know, it was weird, but not like a child's. Not like anything I've heard before."
"Man, I need something to drink," Joshua exclaimed, and left the room, only to return a moment or two with five glasses of sherry which he'd poured courtesy of Mrs. Bunker's bar. "Don't this heavy scene make you thirsty," he explained as each of them gratefully helped themselves to the clear pink liquid. "Here's looking at you."
"Try to remember," Robert was saying to Linda, "some small detail that could give us a clue."
"It was too dark," she insisted, "and beside, honey, I was frightened, seeing them, and all."
"Oh, it's no use."
"Well man," Joshua chimed in, "I guess that leaves us with our original plan, dig it. Man, all you got to do is plant some of your people there, make sure they don't drink any coffee or nothing, and you'll find out all you have to know."
"I don't think so....it sounds risky, an overdose, a scandal (imagine if someone found out the police were using drugs)."
"Man, just leave that to me. Nobody's going to die. Just think of all the sweet girls these people have abducted to be slaves somewhere far away, to die, with no one knowing they even lived, man, if you could say they did live. By the way, man, how come you've never married?"
To his extreme embarrassment Robert stole a look at Claire, who was fidgeting nervously with her bathing suit for some reason, when his member came to life like a swelling volcano under his trunks.
Claire's crystal blue eyes seemed to be twinkling at him, inviting him, tempting him to take her right there in front of everyone, when his mind should be concentrating on the case.
Linda was the first to notice his predicament, and giggling whispered something to Joshua.
"I thought you might have some doubts about the dope," the long haired boy remarked, "so I thought I'd give you a free sample, with your sherry.
At that moment, it became apparent that Claire was also behaving rather strangely. A wet spot appeared miraculously at her groin, which she found herself fondling obliviously.
The two of them experienced an overpowering longing for each other, unlike any normal sexual desire. The love that grew inside of them soon spread beyond their own persons to one another, like a tree spreading out its leaves in spring, and then it burst forth, encompassing all mankind. They wanted to embrace everyone. All was peace and harmony and brotherhood.
"You're spaced out, man," said Joshua, "do you love each other?"
"Nothing ever happened to me like this," Claire whispered, gazing with undisguised adoration at the tall manly figure of the policeman.
"To me either," he answered and slowly lowered his trunks and stroked his pulsating cock, lovingly, offering it to Claire as one would a present.
"May I suck it?" Claire asked in a dazed voice, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, or the emotions grinding inside her.
"Why don't you assist them?" Joshua laughed nudging Linda, who was as turned on looking at them as they were themselves.
"Shit! I don't know where to begin," she squealed gleefully. "Let me help you out of that suit," she whispered, and lowered the straps baring Claire's gorgeous shoulders. Robert stared at her hungrily hand still jerking his cock.
Claire lowered her head and lightly ran her tongue over its tip spreading his legs apart with her arms. "Lie down," she whispered passionately, letting her top tumble down, so that her tits came out, two white delicious packages, Claire rubbed each of her nipples against his moistened prick. "Don't say anything," she cautioned, "just enjoy."
Robert closed his eyes, and blissfully let her manipulate his body.
"Suck him off, Linda," she murmured "while I get some supplies, but don't let him come, whatever you do."
In a flash Linda's mouth was fastened to the throbbing cock, Linda withdrew it, despite Robert's protests, only when it seemed he could endure no longer.
When Claire returned with a drunken Jan alongside her, the drug had reached its peak, and Robert was certainly ready for anything she might have planned for his entertainment.
CHAPTER NINE
Jan, who had already received her instructions, blushed at the sight of her brother's vulnerable body. She herself wore only a see through blouse, minus a bra, a pair of sheer stockings, which showed off the elegance of her tapered legs, and a pair of red panties that Claire had already scissored at the groin so that her bright red bush could be seen in all its splendor. In her pussy was inserted a glowing metal cylinder, like a cigarette dangling from a fiery mouth, which she twirled inside her rhythmically, while her boyish chest jiggled to the motion of her swaying, lust-filled body. The steel straw dripped with her hot grease filling it.
"Suck it out Robert," she said timidly offering him the other end. The cold metal entered his mouth. He looked up at the tangled mass of orange hair surrounding it, the lips wet and inviting and inhaled, so that the lips closed around it, and his lovely sister writhed in ecstasy.
Claire only watched them for an instant, and satisfied that her darling Robert was being properly taken care of at that end, as his rigid cock clearly indicated, enlisted Linda for the next phase of the operation. Handing her a sponge she ordered her friend to wipe off the whole of his powerful body, with the hot water that she had brought for the occasion. Linda readily fell to the task, massaging his muscular thighs, gliding up between his legs to his balls dangling freely as he instinctively lifted his knees so that she could get to his rear, and then the dark crack just above, causing Robert to lift even higher so as to be entirely explored there by the warm soothing cloth.
"You just like a baby, bathed by his mammy, now ain't you, Mr. O'Conner," Linda beamed.
Claire strolled up to Joshua who had developed quite a hard-on himself, his chin resting on his hand, he watched the scene bemusedly from the bed.
"Would you like to feel my pussy?" she asked him, and led his hand to her sopping cunt. "You have to help us though."
Joshua fingered her black bush detached at first, but as Claire's naked body began to undulate before him, her ripe tits waving in the air brushing against his face so that he finally was impelled to catch one of the succulent pink buds in his mouth nipping the nipple as his tongue licked up the yielding mountain of throbbing flesh surrounding it.
Claire gripped his long blonde hair tightly in order to hold herself in from his dual assault. Her hot cunt was about to explode. Not yet, she thought, and seeking to deflect the boy's direction, pushed him down and lunged toward his turgid prick, gobbling it hungrily. His hips rocked to her searching tongue, and the movement of her full red lips that coursed evenly up and down his cock. She rubbed the tip with her lips, and smiling, looked at him with assurance that he was in her hands.
"Have you ever ass fucked a man, Joshua," she inquired. "I want to watch you screw Robert for me, I'll get him ready."
Like a young nymph, she leaped from the bed toward Robert, whose low gurgling moans, mingled with those of his sister's whose red bush was now raging with lust from his sucking at the cold steel straw, and Linda's high pitched giggle as she spurred them both on. "Suck harder," she uttered into his reddening ear, "your sister's just about ready now." And she dabbed his straining neck with the sponge to cool him off, as he worked.
"Darling don't come," Claire murmured, blowing on his throbbing cock, which she nimbly tied with a satin ribbon just below the near to bursting head, thus cutting off the insistent flow of his seething semen.
Claire lifted his trembling figure up to his knees, and like a nurse with her patient, carefully smeared his rear with cold cream, wrenching the cheeks of his ass apart, and with her index finger smearing the cool ooze inside his previously lubricated ass. Robert's hands strayed to Claire's short black locks, caressing them gently, and steering her head down to eat him out.
"Not yet darling," she scolded mildly, "Joshua's going to help too." She handed the long haired boy a dildo and, testing Robert's anus herself to make sure it was thoroughly ready, by inserting two of her fingers, which easily glided in, she demonstrated to Joshua what to do. The boy, feverish with excitement himself, clumsily took hold of the imitation cock, and forced it into Robert's brown opening, dripping from the cold moist cream.
"Claire, my love...." he whimpered, as his sturdy hips rotated about the hard object intruding into this new place, never previously penetrated. His cock, swayed madly before him, decorated with the colorful ribbon. Linda gripped it like a rein on a horse, and steered his tool toward her mouth and with her broad darting tongue curling about it, nestled her warm lush tits on either side of the shaft, the hot sponge laying dripping between her legs.
"Aaaarrrrghhhh!" Jan screamed. Her voice raised to blood curdling pitch, her hand raised to her pert red mouth held it in her teeth her eyes filled with terror. "Help!" she fell to the floor in a faint, as Claire rushed to her side, sprinkling her nude body with water.
All became mass confusion, as shocked back into their senses the four of them disentangled their soaked bodies, gathering up their clothes and other paraphernalia they lay in heaps, strewn about the room.
Robert, the policeman by trade, and Claire seemed the only ones who maintained any calm, the latter authoritative voice immediately took command. Linda held tight to Joshua's arm.
"What was it, honey?" she asked in a hush tone as if some mysterious intruder had entered the room and might overhear.
"Keep cool," Joshua cautioned wisely.
The feel of the lovely water, wakened Jan, who startled looked about her madly, her body still tense at her sudden fright.
"What was it?" asked Robert, "did you see something, or what?"
"A creature....an ugly little shriveled monster...it was horrible....he was looking at us through there." Unwillingly she returned her gaze to the spot, her mouth trembling as she violently sought to restrain another shriek, she pointed to the window to the side of the room, which did, indeed over look a balcony. Fleshy goose bumps emerged over the length of Jan's shivering form, her long slender legs tucked underneath her in an instinctive return to the fetal position.
Claire automatically retrieved a blanket, and relaxing her with words of warmth and comfort, spread it over "her limp body.
Who or what could it have been, they each wondered in their own way. Suddenly their plans for the party ceased to seem like a sport. Linda and Claire, who hardly felt her bitter disappointment at the sudden interruption of lovemaking with Robert, and not yet fully comprehending her newly discovered love for a man, for the first time realized the danger that Mr. Thomas had tried to convince them of the day before.
The latter, by the way, as seemed his wont of late, had strangely disappeared some time before, and wasn't to be seen again til the next day.
"Good morning ladies," Mr. Thomas cried as Claire and Linda strolled across the thick lawn toward the classroom buildings. "I trust you slept well." he said walking briskly up to them, "we have a lot to do today."
After a rather long detailed conference with Joshua and Mr. O'Conner, Claire and Linda nervously awaited the party with some trepidation, and yet with the feeling of confidence inspired by thorough preparedness.
Claire was to mix the white powdery drug into the tea that Linda was assigned the job of serving to the various benefactors interested in Mr. John's Community School that were to meet at the O'Conner's home that evening. Among these interested parties were to be five plainclothesmen, fully armed in the event that something untoward might occur. The teacups that were designated for the various people suspected of being involved in the illicit kidnapping ring, these included the Headmistress, Mrs. Bunker, and Mr. Thomas who Robert was not sure of were marked so that Linda would not distribute them incorrectly. Joshua had supervised the dosages to be dissolved in each cup, and had personally mixed the concoction himself so that no mistake could be made with that aspect of the operation.
Each suspect was to be observed by each of them throughout the party, and induced in various ways to reveal themselves, and more importantly, their leader, who Robert claimed had several similar rings scattered around the state that were also being investigated.
Robert shrugged off Jan's attack, as he put it, as a case of nerves aided by too much liquor, but she continued to maintain that she had seen something, if not a monster, as was her first reaction, then a shriveled old man leering at them through the glass, his narrow deformed chest wriggling with lust as he spied their illicit activities unnoticed. Still, if this peculiar event had anything to do with the case, none of t m could figure it out and so it was simply added to the host of mysteries which promised hopefully to be cleared up, or at least dismissed as irrelevant to their primary object, that of apprehending the criminals and restoring the convent to its rightful role as an institution dedicated to the Lord.
Claire and Linda agreed to take William with them to the party right after school, as he was being proposed as the child who would represent the charity drive.
The youth was even more unruly than usual in class that day. His restlessness, no doubt, could be attributed to anticipation at accompanying the two luscious women all the way to the O'Conner's. His eyes blinked with disappointment at the sight of Joshua, who he had not been informed was going to transport them there in his sports car.
The long haired youth met them with his constant smile, ever present since he'd been acquainted with Linda, and the four of them roared off.
Crowded in the back of the tiny vehicle, Claire felt the firm pressure of William's hand squeezing her shoulder, his lively hand straying toward the swell of her firm bosoms that shook with the vibrations of the car under her garb. "I hear you had quite a fright yesterday at my house," he said casually, of course after the stuff at the swimming pool I guess anybody would imagine anything.
"Just remember, that discretion is the better part of valor," Claire warned, though she couldn't help giving him a friendly smile as she gently removed his hand from her tits.
"I'd never say nothing," he assured her, his disobedient hand slipping behind her and feeling its way to her soft buttocks, which he patted unconcerned with Claire's distress, as she involuntarily became wet between her legs, and wriggled at his expert fingers which now rubbed the edge of her rear crack.
"Miss O'Conner said she saw a monster though didn't she?" he asked.
"Yeah, man," Joshua responded, "an old, wrinkled dude, looked like he came right from a fucking horror movie."
Claire noticed William shudder. "A monster huh?" the boy said angrily.
"That's all right honey, no one's going to hurt you," Linda commented sweetly.
"I just don't think its right to call someone a monster just because he don't happen to look like everybody else," the boy explained, "isn't that right Claire?" and without warning he squeezed the cheek of Claire's plush bottom so that she yelped out in pain, and leaning over coolly laid his arm on her breast.
"What are you doing William?"
"You don't have anybody close to you left, do you Claire? I hear your step-mother died last year isn't that right?" He increased the pressure on Claire's rear, his eyes sparkling maniacally.
"What do you mean by asking me that?" Claire demanded her tone at once offended and then frightened as the boy did not ease up his grip.
With his free hand, William reached into his coat pocket and as Claire gasped with terror removed a gun, pointing it directly at her head.
Linda swirled in her seat and glared at him, furious. "What you doing honey playing games like that, now give that over here before you hurt somebody with that thing."
"Everybody just remain calm," William laughed, "and enjoy the horror show."
His hand went to his face which he started scratching wildly until Claire was sure blood would begin dripping from it. Instead it began to fold, like the wrappings on a package, and then to tear.
He ripped the rubber casing that masked his true visage, and finally peeled it entirely off.
Joshua, watching in the rear view mirror, almost went off the road as the three of them were confronted, not with a rather small and somewhat precocious sixteen year old, but an old wizened man, with a child's body.
"Don't be frightened ladies and gentlemen," the figure chuckled, his voice was high and squeaky.
"You the one in the wine cellar," Linda said in amazement, peering at the dwarf. "Oh, honey we in trouble," she moaned to Joshua.
"That's right Linda," he chuckled. "The name's Martin Maison, originally Martin Bunker, but I changed it for obvious reasons. I'll have you know you two are worth a pretty penny to me. I've checked out your goods, and you command a high price. You know, I've been in this business for too long to be outsmarted by the likes of your Mr. O'Conner. By the way my long haired friend, take us to my wife's house, unfortunately the party was canceled due to the sudden accident that unfortunately occurred to its hosts. It is a shame how disaster strikes. One's house burns down, perhaps a careless toss of a cigarette, perhaps faulty wiring, and means the life of two fine up right people like the O'Conners."
"Why you..." Claire shrieked hysterically, at the deformed ugly dwarf, who chuckled insidiously at her outburst, "what have you done to them?" she sobbed.
"You'll see. Don't be alarmed,' please, I might panic and the gun could go off."
"You are a monster," Linda scowled.
The car pulled into Mrs. Bunker's driveway, where they were met by, the kindly figures of Mr. Thomas and the Headmistress who apparently were expecting them.
"Get inside," the dwarf said to them sharply, we don't want anyone seeing us and you stand around like two old morons.
They cringed before the tongue lashing of the grotesque dwarf, and quickly scuffled back to the house.
"Not too bright, but they're good in a pinch, really quite invaluable," Mr. Bunker, formerly William, casually remarked to Claire, waving the gun and thus guiding them also to his wife's dwelling.
The three of them were met in the living room by the invariably gracious figure of Mrs. Bunker. "So glad you could join us," she fairly sang out, "your friends have been waiting expectantly for you."
"Bummer," Joshua muttered as they observed Robert and the detectives tied to various chairs, their mouths tightly bound with cloth so that only an occasional muffled groan emanated from them. "Before you tie us up like that, man, you mind if we have something to drink, he resumed to the dwarf, "you know man, it's a drag being thirsty on top of a bad scene."
"Sure sure" the latter responded heartily, "I may not look normal, but really I'm not inhuman. If there's anything else I can do to make you more at home...."
"Dig it, if there's anything that comes up, man, I'll be the first to let you know. Now about that drink."
Claire, in a flash, realized Joshua's purposes in making such a request.
"Keep an eye on them," the dwarf said to his wife, handing her the weapon, which she held like an expert, and leading Joshua by the elbow led him to the kitchen. "Try anything and of course your friends' lives will end even sooner than has been already arranged.
"Man, what are you going to do?" Joshua said in wonder. "I mean all those corpses, you know, sounds like a fucking mess to me."
"Oh well they'd all come to the party, and unfortunately were trapped in that awful fire. You were there too, naturally."
"Naturally." Joshua chattered on as he got the glasses from the cabinet and began filling each with a fine white wine.
"I'm sure you'll appreciate my selection," Martin laughed, "wouldn't want you to think of blood now would we, at a time like this?"
Suddenly there was a cry from the other room, that distracted the dwarf's attention. Claire had begun struggling with Mr. Thomas who threatened to shoot right then and there if she didn't shut up.
As the dwarfs head was turned Joshua, nimbly opened up his pinky ring, sprinkled a white powder in each of the glasses, there was no room for selectivity now, they'd all have to be under the influence.
"Quiet down in there," Martin warned and returned to the long haired youth. "How about a quick one before we return to our guests, what do you say?"
"You're the host, man. How about a toast?
Here's looking at you kid." and with a dramatic fling of the head they both downed the spiked liquor.
Drinks were passed all around. Claire tried to refuse but the dwarf, already in an unusually jovial mood wouldn't let her. Pinching her resilient cheek, his lips curled in a cruel snicker, he said "you'd better get used to drinking, where you're going you'll need it. You will be sorry to learn, Mr. O'Conner as well as you, my dear little red-headed nymph, that your house is burning right now. We will tie you up there and then, unfortunately, you will also be a bit roasted, medium rare I suspect before the firemen get there. It does seem horrible to deprive ourselves of your sister and these two lovely women while they can still be had for free, don't you agree."
At the sign of the sickly little dwarf's tauntings, Robert turned bright red and struggled mightily with the ropes that held him. "Now, now no need to upset yourself," Mrs. Bunker said, pointing the gun menacingly.
The dwarf, his hideous body squirming a bit, was the first to show signs of Joshua's patented mixture. Giggling, exactly as William might have, his gaze ravenously fell on the group of luscious females before him. Linda, animal like with big eyes, and even bigger tits, Claire, soft and white, making up for a certain lack of brute force with yielding pliable fleshiness, Jan, tall and lithe, gracefully tossing her lovely red hair from her blue eyes, her long sloping back leading to the promise of great sensual passion, and finally the statuesque figure, of his wife, Mrs. Bunker. The dwarfs cock tightened under his belt. "We have some time," he remarked eagerly, glancing at his watch, and rubbing his hands together with glee, "I'm hard pressed to know where to begin. Darling who do you suggest?" he required of his wife. "You're welcome to assist me, of course."
"Til death do us part," muttered Joshua.
The dwarf, obviously giddy, pointed a wavering finger at Jan. "Untie her."
"We don't have time," protested Mrs. Bunker, "but the sight of the model's perspiring white flesh, dripping over her two little tits, as well as the drug soon made her change her mind."
Mr. Thomas was appointed the enviable task of untying the gorgeous young model, who struggled as the old man's hands wandered roughly over her body. The hot fluid poured from between Mrs. Bunker's firm thighs, her mouth parted slightly with lust as Mr. Thomas disrobed Jan. First he lifted her sweater over her head, so that the two little tits sprang out, the red nipples peeking out like the scared eyes of a rabbit.
"Undress her completely," the dwarf ordered, "I'm going to suck her from head to toe, while she looks into my face that she thinks is that of a monster. His beady eyes glittered madly. He gazed approvingly at her breasts. "Hold her head still," he said to Mrs. Bunker, "I want her to see me."
"You" he addressed the Headmistress, take down that mirror so that her brother can also watch us comfortably." The Headmistress duly complied.
Robert involuntarily was forced to see his sister lying prone on the carpeted floor, Mr. Thomas peering over her squirming head, that rocked back and forth to avoid his passionate lips that' sought to kiss her. Only her underpants hid her total nudity.
"I'm going to keep my hands behind me," the dwarf affirmed, and simply use my tongue on this one.
Like a mad dog he knelt before her writhing hips and grabbed the undergarment in his teeth, pulling down the top so that just a bit of fiery red pubic hair was exposed. "Spread her legs apart," he commanded to his wife, who herself had three fingers churning in her own naked, pussy. As she held Jan tightly by the ankles, splitting her like a wishbone, the dwarf ravenously licked Jan's cunt until a greasy goo stained the tiny underpants at the spot.
Deftly, the dwarf, forced his head underneath and gobbled up her cunt, as Jan went insane with lust, the drug affecting her as well as everyone else in the room.
Linda, unable to contain herself started licking Jan's swan like neck, descending down to her collarbone, which she nibbled furiously, to the plaudits of Mr. Thomas who had unzipped his pants and with the help of the Headmistress, who had commenced licking his pale thighs, was jerking himself off.
Heedlessly, Mrs. Bunker forgot about the gun which fell to the couch with a thud, as she stroked Jan's pulsating thighs which she wrenched farther and farther apart, the hot fluid mixed with the dwarf's saliva, dripping down on the carpet until a damp puddle had formed underneath her rotating rear.
Linda's tongue trailed down to Jan's yielding abdomen, slurping the stray red hairs, that like fine lace, covered her navel. She pushed the dwarfs head farther in the red soaking hole, which was undulating uncontrollably.
Claire observed the scene, dazed by the drug, while Mr. O'Conner gazed at his sister through the mirror, his own sturdy cock automatically rising at the sight, throbbing almost painfully at Jan's moans of pleasure, her pussy oozing at the dwarfs persistent tonguing.
Suddenly the dwarfs tongue and Linda's arrived at the same instant at Jan's hardened clitoris, causing a new shriek of delight from the prostrate model. Linda held on to the dwarf's golden hair for support. Jan succumbing to the dual sucking of her vulnerable clitoris spasmed one last time, and had an orgasm so powerful that the dwarf tumbled off her onto the floor rolling in each other's arms, as Jan continued to wriggle insanely like a fish out of water. She came for almost a whole minute it seemed.
Claire grew alert, and with one startled look at the unguarded gun, leaped to the couch just ahead of the staggering Mrs. Bunker, who also realized her carelessness just then.
Robert broke from the rope and leaped toward the two women struggling for the weapon, while Linda buried the dwarfs head in her pussy making him suck her out.
Joshua, who had wisely not taken any of the drug, coolly blocked off the Headmistress and her consort, who had in fact made his way to the gun. Claire emerged with the gun, and shouting furiously ordered them all away from her.
The four detectives were untied and, sighing with some disappointment were instructed by Robert to take the dwarf, his wife, Mr. Thomas and the Headmistress to the police station. Meanwhile, Linda called the fire department, who answered the summons to quench the fire at the O'Conner's house.
With an incredible surge of relief, Claire rushed to the arms of Mr. O'Conner, and snuggled affectionately on his broad shoulder, murmuring of her everlasting love for him.
Claire whispered something into Robert's ear, to which he nodded his head.
Claire smiled.
"Is there any left?" she asked Joshua.
"The dope? Sure, man."
"While we're here, I thought, you know, we might as well make the most of it, this being Linda and my last day as recluses in Mr. John's Community."
"Help yourselves," and so saying, Joshua gave them each a pinch of the white powder, swallowing the last bit himself.
"Let's put on a show, Linda, for our men," Claire said, happily. "I'll get a flashlight."
She returned from downstairs with the metal tube minus its top and hiking up her costume over her thighs and lifting up her legs so that her bare white ass and the long line of black hair that parted it could be observed, urged the wide cylinder into her hole.
Hovering above her, Linda, her own flanks wide apart, squatted down like a baseball catcher and plunged the other end into her pussy. As Linda swirled her hips and crouched lower, the hard cold metal searing Claire's vulnerable pussy, one could see the warm liquid dampening the floor. Claire's face screwed with the strain, her ass was dripping with sweat and her own sweet grease.
Robert and Joshua were fascinated by Linda's black body as she furiously fucked her friend.
Robert raised her costume and examined her animal-like rear, undulating ferociously above Claire, determined as any man with his lover. The gleaming metal flashlight was like a rigid cock pounding into Claire's body, as she moaned in ecstasy, feeling Linda's fluid coursing through it into her own stretched cunt.
Robert pressed his tongue into the black crack and lapped it hungrily. Linda spread the cheeks apart wriggling her dark flesh in delight as the cool saliva entered her rear.
Joshua took hold of the tube itself, taking the pressure of Linda and rotated it in. both the girl's pussies, as their cries of joy mingled with lust, their perspiring groins heaving in wild spasms, only to die down in exhaustion.
Each came, but the drug rushing through them made their cunts itch and their nipples tickle.
"Robert, fuck me!" Claire cried. "Please!"
The tube made a great sucking noise as Joshua removed it from Claire's pulsating cunt, hot with lust and desire, the lips jeweled red with liquid, resembled the ripe inside of a sweet pomegranate.
Joshua continued to press the metal into Linda who lay on her back like a huge animal in heat, her hands stretched over her head as she jabbed it in and out, its sheen now covered with her own cream.
"Do it to me, honey!" she panted, her ass lifting off the floor toward his hands holding the flashlight.
Claire still gasping for breath, lowered Robert's pants, and affectionately stroked his massive prick, wiping her cunt with the back of her hand and spreading it onto his shaft. "I've never been entered by a man," she confessed, reddening prettily and hesitantly eyeing his tool. "Please lick my clitoris first. I want to be ready."
Obligingly, Robert scratched the lips of her soaked pussy, and delicately separated them so as to better excite her.
"Will you marry me?" he gazed up at her for an instant, before slowly lowering his head and lightly grabbing her hard clitoris between his teeth, causing Claire to shriek involuntarily and to come in his eager mouth.
"Will you marry me?" he repeated.
"I will," Claire cried. "I will. Fuck me now, Robert! I want to feel you inside of me!"
Claire undressed in no time as did Robert. Their clothes were tossed to the far side of the room, where Linda and Joshua lay watching, exhausted from their lovemaking. "Honey, you look beautiful," Linda commented more to herself than Claire, whose stomach was tightening at the prospect of finally losing her precious virginity.
Claire was beautiful. Her hair, jet black and cropped short, lay over her forehead, was a marked contrast to her perspiring porcelain white skin. Robert was like a Greek God, bronze and sinewy, while Claire's white skin beckoned to feel its textures and to caress it as one would a new born babe.
He mounted her gently, barely brushing her lovely round tits, so large in comparison to the small pink buds on their tips, with his chest, his own brown nipples barely visible through a dense forest of dark hair.
Claire guided his long thick cock into her hole, her body raging at the feel of his flesh probing inside her , making them one. She felt as though she had to come one with another person. That they were one soul connected, floating in a world of their own, superior to the lone figures around them. She could sense him throbbing in her, she reacted to his least movement with her own, and thought that she couldn't even distinguish which was which.
Deep inside her, Robert began to move up and down, caressing the soft insides of her cunt, soothing it as if it were a deep wound, exploring her with its head like a periscope in a new land, gliding over her contours, a sea of emotion filled her. Her breasts tingled against his hot, rough skin that bore down on her tender thighs encircling his waist and clinging to him as would a child.
His hands groped underneath her rear, finding her other tempting crack and urging his finger into it, till the tightness seemed that it might tear her apart. He lubricated her anus with the grease from her virgin pussy, massaging it all around the edge of the narrow brown enclosure, searching farther inside, feeling the thin wall that separated her two holes, the one stretched by his cock the other by his finger.
Claire's eyes shut tight,, her mind concentrating only on the pulsating machine grinding inside her , urging her hips to arch up to it in perfect harmony. Together, they moved up and down like dancers, the one leading, the other instinctively following.
She imagined that it wasn't Robert at all, but her long lost father, his brown eyes turning gentle with love at the sight of his daughter, his body enmeshed with hers. He'd come back, perhaps to love and care for her as he said he would. His high cheek bones dripping with tears, he would change her miserable existence, by his sheer strength. If only he hadn't left at all, leaving her with that strange woman, who used her to fill her loneliness, and abused her out of spite for her own wasted life.
"I love you," Robert whispered, his low assuring voice filling the void of dreams.
Claire's arms held him tight, pushing him farther down into her cunt.
He pulled out part way and it was like a part of her had been amputated. He moved the head of his cock up and down the lips of her vagina till she cried out at the maddening tickling inciting waves of lust that rippled through her groin.
Her fingers sought his exposed shaft, greased from the interior of her cunt and jerked the loose skin up and down around its iron foundation, increasing Robert's feverish thrusts at her opening.
He plunged deep inside again, so quickly that she gasped in anguish and ecstasy.
And then he was completely out of her, but only for an instant.
"Turn over," he commanded, and automatically she complied.
His cock glided into her from behind as she stood on all fours, her breasts swaying like cow's udders before her, her back drenched with sweat.
He gripped her sides and moved them from side to side around his hard motionless prick. She cupped his dangling balls in one hand as she fondled her nipples each in turn growing erect at the sensation.
Once more he thrust his insistent rod all the way in from behind, taking her breath with him. Her hand on his balls brushed against her own ass. He guided it toward her asshole, and led her eager finger inside.
She explored her anus, warm and tight, clinging to her finger, while his own hand rubbed her black hair in front just below her quivering white abdomen.
He sought her clitoris and rubbed it affectionately at first and then in earnest, her ass on its own swirled around his cock uncontrollably, vainly trying to relieve the gusts of passion now coursing through her body.
His movements were piston-like, forcing its way into her tight slit, breaking a new path into her luscious cunt, and heating up with the maddening friction of it.
"I'm coming!" he moaned, thrusting into her.
She experienced a long tension as though her soul were on the edge of a huge cliff and need only let itself fall and be at peace.
His cock opened and closed inside her as the long drop began. She quaked inside long after Robert had wearily rested his head on her back, her finger sought the farthest depths of her rear, while she continued to feverishly rub her clitoris. And then there was only relief!
