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EVERY GOOD BODY DESERVES FAVOUR : 4A : CRAM AND PUNISHMENT

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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Except for the soft rustle of paper, the scratch of pens, the
classroom was silent. Meghna sat at her desk by the huge window,
looking out, the end of the pen between her lips. She was utterly
bored. She looked around. Everyone else had their heads down, and were
scribbling away or looking bewildered. Meghna smiled to herself.
Thanks to the very exclusive coaching classes she had arranged for
herself, her work was almost done and she knew it was near-perfect. It
could have been perfect, but she deliberately let in a few errors. It
aroused suspicion when a student who had rarely moved beyond a lowly C
minus or even a D suddenly starting producing straight A's. A discreet
would do for now. By the end of the year, she'd be at the head of her
class.

She smiled, pleased with herself. Till recently, she had never
believed in the trite adage that learning should be fun. She had
always found perfectly beastly. Now she knew just how much fun it
could be. It was just a matter of application.

Meghna slipped into an erotic daydream. She flipped her tongue at the
end of the pen and erotically swirled her tongue over the smooth
metal, nibbling it gently, sucking on the tip. It felt sexy.

Now if only it was a cock. She loved sucking cock and relished the
heat and hardness of a penis in her mouth, the tangy taste of pre-cum
gunk, the hot sting of gunk in her mouth. Her breasts warmed and
swelled under her tunic as the fantasy grew more vivid and she saw
herself lasciviously sucking a cock, pumping it in her fist, her lips
wide, licking and sucking it hungrily. Meghna's cunt tingled and she
felt the first delicious beads of cunt-juice on her thighs.

The last term had been wonderful. Six months ago, she was just another
kid at school, good at sports but not much else. Then, just before her
fifteenth birthday, Alex, the swimming coach enticed her behind the
locker-rooms and fucked her brains out.

Not that she was an innocent about sex, or didn't have risqué sexual
fantasies. It was just that in school, bedding in a dormitory, there
was nothing she could do about it.

To be sure, it was a co-ed school, and there were plenty of handsome
boys around, but she was terrified of being caught. In any case, she'd
decided that she wasn't ready for the fumble-and-shove approach. She
was determined to have a man who could guide her, a man with
experience in fucking women.

What she knew about sex was either clinical, acquired from biology
text-books and surreptitiously read reference materials in the
library, or lurid, gleaned for half-understood conversations with
girls and the raunchy boy-talk she sometimes overheard. Once she'd
learned the mechanics of it, her sharp imagination took care of the
rest. She knew her body was very attractive and, shortly after
puberty, she discovered the pleasures that came of fondling her
breasts and her cunt. For a while, she experimented with the nearest
things at hand -- hockey sticks, shampoo bottles, hairbrushes -- but
constantly, her mind yearned for the real thing.

Alex was the first real man to enter her erotic reveries. He was very
sexy, superbly built and devilishly handsome. Since they always met
when he was in his tight little swimming briefs, Meghna had a chance
to notice the alluring bulge between his thighs. Using the reference
book photographs and textbook diagrams she tried to imagine what his
penis would look like and how it might feel when it went into her
cunt.

Meghna started flirting covertly with him. She would make it a point
to catch his attention, swimming that much more, working that much
harder, smiling winningly at him, moving as close to him as she
possibly could without drawing attention from the other kids. Alex
noticed. She was very lovely.

It took time, and it taught her that she couldn't get anything without
working for it. For weeks on end, she trained with a passion, forcing
her body to its limits. The results showed: She lost her puppy fat and
became fit and her body's curves grew even sexier. He put her name
down for an interschool championship. She won five gold medals, two
silvers and three bronzes. The school got the team trophy.

Meghna was felicitated at school assembly and given a special
certificate. The students clamoured for a party, since this was the
first time the school had so comprehensively beaten its rival. We
handed them a drubbing, sent them packing with their tails between
their legs, did you see the look on their coach's face? The faculty,
immensely pleased, relented. Even the headmaster, an intimidating
ex-Army officer named Martin, succumbed and permitted himself a
congratulatory smile. The school went wild.

They arranged a dance session in the main hall, with its vaulted
ceiling and long wooden rafters. A rock-group was hired. The cooks
went to town and turned out fresh ice-cream and cakes and hamburgers
and fries and sandwiches and there was all the cola they could drink.
Meghna was the star of the show. Every guy wanted to dance with her.
The rock-band called her up on stage while they did 'Smoke On The
Water'. For several hours, she jived tirelessly, thrilled with
herself. There was no dearth of handsome guys vying to be with her.

She took a break at eleven o'clock and sat sipping a cold Coke. The
hall was hot and stuffy. Meghna went out. The night was cool and clear
and she took several deep breaths, smiling to herself.

Meghna would never know what made her stroll out to the pool. She
walked slowly around the dark, silent water, ruffled by a cool breeze,
and hugged herself with excitement. It was wonderful to be recognised
and honoured like this. Suddenly, she was glad she'd stayed on in
school.

When she and her sister, Kanan, a year older than herself, were nine
and ten, they'd been packed off here. Kanan hadn't been able to handle
it. Some kids just couldn't. Kanan was miserable and lonely and, a few
months later, went home. Meghna enjoyed the freedom and distance from
the horrid house in Bombay, all stuffy and gloomy with no books or
good music or sports facilities she could use. She had always enjoyed
this school and now she was truly happy. She started back to the hall.

"Meghna."

Startled, she stopped, whirling around, looking into the darkness. A
figure stepped from the darkness behind the locker-rooms.

"Who's that?" She asked anxiously.

"It's me, Alex."

Meghna smiled in relief. "Alex. You scared me." She walked towards
him. "Why aren't you at the party?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No, it's not for us. It's your night,
for you and your friends and the kids in school."

"But the other teachers are there! And you, of all people, you, Alex,
you earned it! We -- I -- could never have made it without you."

"I know. But it's you, and the rest of the team, that did the work."

"Rubbish. Come on, come with me. I'll dance with you." She took his
hand in hers.

His fingers tightened in hers, he didn't move. She turned.

"Come on, Alex! Don't be such a ninny!"

"Meghna."

Something in his voice made her stop. "What?"

"Meghna, I --"

"What, Alex?" She said softly, looking concerned.

Alex groaned and grabbed her and pulled her to him and kissed her hard
on her lips, holding her tight. Meghna froze under him, her lips
clamped shut in stunned disbelief. She could feel the throbbing
hardness in his crotch.

"Oh god, Meghna," he said hoarsely and they broke apart. "I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Please -- don't tell anyone -- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
done that. Oh god. Please. Forgive me."

He buried his face in his hands. Instinctively, Meghna went to him and
put her arms around him and held him close, comforting him. His head
jerked up in surprise.

"Alex." Meghna's voice was soft. "Kiss me again."

He stared at her for a long minute, their eyes locked, time standing
still. Slowly, he pulled her closer and bent his head to hers. This
time, when his lips met hers, she responded and parted her lips. His
tongue slid into her mouth. Meghna felt dizzy with excitement. It was
happening! It was happening at last, and tonight of all nights! It was
perfect.

He kissed her gently and deeply for a long time, and her mind leaped
in joy at the realisation that she was French-kissing this man. At
last, their lips parted.

"Oh god, Meghna. I can't tell you how long I've wanted this."

"I never knew."

"You never asked."

"I tried. I tried in a hundred ways. Why didn't you see?"

"I must have been blind!"

She smiled. "Yes. You were. I've wanted this, too, for a long time. I
did this, all this swimming, only for you. Because I wanted this to
happen some day."

"My god!"

"Isn't it perfect, that it's happening tonight, of all nights?"

He smiled and kissed her again, gently and deeply. This time, when
they stopped, she clung to him, her fingers scrunching his shirt, her
head bowed on his chest.

"Alex," she mumbled softly, her voice trembling as he caressed her
hair and back gently.

"What?"

"There's something else."

"What?" He tried to lift her face, but she resisted.

"I -- I want -- I want to --" She looked up, flustered and nervous,
blushing furiously.

He smiled, understanding and pleasure in his eyes. "Do you mean that?"
His voice was soft.

She nodded silently. He chuckled softly.

"So do I. Very much. I have, for a long, long time."

"So have I. More than I can say." Her voice was muffled by his shirt.
"Will you?"

"Yes. Is it your first time?"

She looked up at him anxiously. "Yes. Does that matter?"

"Sometimes it hurts a bit the first time."

"I don't mind. But I want it to be you."

"You won't tell anyone? Not your friends, not any of them?"

"No one," she promised, her head lifting. "It will be our secret. Just
ours. But you will have to help me."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely, completely, without doubt?"

"Yes. Yes I do."

"You'll do as I say?"

"Yes. I'll do as you say."

"Even if I say things, ask things, do things you may not have thought
of?"

"Even then."

"Let me hear you say what you want, Meghna. I must hear you say it."

She hesitated for a second and then, her heart thumping, took the
step. "I want you to sleep with me, Alex. That's what I want."

He shook his head and smiled. "No, Meghna."

"What?" Meghna looked puzzled.

"Not 'sleep with' or 'know' or 'take' or 'be with' or anything
delicate like that."

"What then?"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you. Use the word. Fuck."

She looked at him and for a moment he thought she would turn away.
Then a slow, sexy grin split her face and her eyes glittered with
excitement and he knew he had done the right thing after all. She
understood perfectly the implications of what he meant.

"Yes," she breathed. "That's what I want. I want you to fuck me. Here.
Now. I want to be fucked. By you. Again and again. I -- I -- I want
your cock in my cunt!"

Alex stared at her incredulously for a moment and then shook with
silent laughter. She smiled with him.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Everything. This. You and me, and all this. One minute
you're a schoolkid and the next you're using words like a two-bit
whore!"

Meghna cuffed his face, grinning at him. He laughed and pulled her
closer and they stumbled into the shadows behind the locker-room.
There was a small, grassy tuft there and they fell on it, with her
body over his.

"Come on, bitch," he chuckled. "Tell me what you want -- whore!"

"Say that again," she said softly. "Call me that again. It's sexy!"

"I know. I can see it turns you on. Whore! Bitch! Slut! Tell me what
you want again!"

"I want your cock," she said softly. "I want your cock. I want to be
fucked."

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where do you want my cock, bitch? In your mouth or your cunt?"

"In -- in -- both. Wherever it's best."

"Where?" He rolled her over and straddled her on his knees, holding
her wrists in his arms, pinning her to the ground.

"In -- in my mouth -- and in my cunt --"

"Ever seen a cock before?"

She shook her head. He grinned.

"Okay, here you go then!"

Meghna would never forget that wonderful, magical night when a man
fucked her for the first time in her life. Alex's cock was the most
beautiful thing she had seen, better than anything she had imagined
one to be. He unzipped his trousers and made her hold it and jerk it
and it grew hot and hard in her fingers and he had what she knew was
called an erection. When she told him that, he laughed and told her
that most whores usually just called it a hard-on and since she was
now his whore, she should call it that, too. Meghna did.

Then, on the grassy tuft behind the locker-rooms, Alex fucked her.
Slowly and gently, he caressed her, stripping off her T-shirt and
jeans and underclothes till she lay naked under him. Then he caressed
her again and his hands were gentle and tender and her body trembled
and quivered at his touch. Her breasts swelled and grew hard and he
kissed her and then bent his head to her breasts and sucked on them
and made her gasp and moan and arch as the hot flames of lust leaped
through her body.

Alex aroused her slowly and unhurriedly, fondling and caressing and
kissing and licking her body from head to toe. When he moved to her
cunt, instinct guided her and her legs opened wide for his tongue.
That first tongue-fuck almost made her pass out with ecstasy. Deftly
moving his tongue and fingers in her slit, he brought her to the brink
of an orgasm and abruptly abandoned her. Meghna was panting with lust
like a bitch in heat when he stopped. She moaned and begged him to go
on. He chuckled and said it was her turn.

"Suck my cock, bitch," he grunted softly. "Go on! Suck my cock!"

The words burned in her ears and aroused her even more. He stood up
and she knelt before him and again, for the first time, took a penis
in her mouth.

It was wonderful, better than anything she had imagined it to be. His
cock was hot and hard and the musky smell and taste of it made her
dizzy. Gently guiding her, he showed her how to jerk his cock, to use
her tongue and lips and teeth. Pre-cum gunk spurted into her mouth.
She gagged, and he forced her to swallow it and Meghna discovered the
pleasures of drinking jizz. He fucked her face slowly, murmuring his
approval, rocking her head back and forth with one hand till he was
ready. Then he pushed her head away and they went down on the grass
together and Alex moved over her, between her thighs, moving his
cock-head to her cunt-lips. Meghna thirsted and ached for it inside
her. Instinctively, her fingers held it.

"Fuck me!" She gasped in his ear. "Fuck me Alex! Fuck my cunt!"

His buttocks flexed and his cock squeezed slowly into her flesh.
Meghna gasped and cried out and her body snapped in a bow under his.
She would never forget that first extraordinary, erotic, tingling
sensation as his hard, hot, throbbing penis tunnelled into her cunt,
squeezing her inflamed clitoris and generating all kinds of wonderful
feelings in her flesh.

"Meghna. Are you done?"

Meghna's head whipped around. The math teacher stood over her, looking
down. She flashed a smile. Last evening, this man had been a rutting
stallion, fucking her cunt demonically, pounding his penis into her
flesh repeatedly, fucking her for over her an hour till he was sated.
Meghna rubbed her legs provocatively together. He noticed and she
grinned at the sudden intake of his breath. Holding his eyes, smiling
saucily, she ran her pointed tongue-tip over her upper lip. Golwalkar
frowned and looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
His eyes darted back to her and she flicked her tongue erotically over
the end of the pen, as though it were a penis. Slowly, she arched her
back, almost casually, thrusting her large breasts up and out. The
teacher stared. She stretched and pretended a yawn and looked at her
watch.

"Five minutes, sir, Mr. Golwalkar," she murmured. "That's all I need."

"Meghna!" His voice was slightly hoarse. He didn't miss the innuendo.

"Yes, sir?" She looked up, all innocence.

"Hurry up," he muttered. "Finish it. I'll be up all night correcting
these."

He turned and stalked away and Meghna smiled to herself, her eyes
dancing with mischief. Oh yes, sir, you will be up all night, or most
of it anyway, but not correcting these. Not if I have anything to do
about it, she said to herself. She bent her head and finished her
work.

A few minutes later, just as she was done, the bell rang. The other
students slammed their books shut and scrambled out, handing their
work to Golwalkar as they left. Meghna waited till the room emptied.
Slowly, she got up, collected her books and walked up to him.

"Here you are," she murmured. "Thanks." She handed him her work and
started out.

"Meghna."

She stopped and turned, hiding a smile. Golwalkar wanted to fuck her.

"Yes, sir?" Again, she wore an expression of angelic innocence.

"Don't 'yes, sir' me like that, you impudent imp!" He snapped.

"Then how should I do it, sir?" She walked up to him quickly and,
dumping her books on his desk, standing very close, squeezed his penis
through his trousers. "Like this?"

His penis responded immediately and she didn't take her hand away and
he didn't move. She smiled and squeezed it affectionately again. It
was a long, thick cock, and he used it well. He was in his late
forties, slim and trim, with dark, heavy features, clean-shaven. His
body, she knew, was lean and hard, the torso covered in a mat of fine,
soft hair. Her fingers crawled up and she pulled down the zipper of
his fly and slid her hand into his trousers and under his shorts to
squeeze his penis.

He gasped, his eyes glittering with excitement. "You'll get us into
trouble!"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Adventure is the spice of life."

"You're mad!"

"I agree. Especially about your cock. I want to suck it. And then
you're going to fuck me."

"No! Not here!"

"Yes! Here! Right here."

She fell to her knees and deftly undid his trousers. They puddled at
his feet. Pulling out his cock, began to suck it quickly. It ballooned
in her mouth, growing hot and hard. Golwalkar groaned and gasped as
she jerked and sucked his penis hard. Her tongue was cunning and
clever and he couldn't help himself. He gave in and began to fuck her
mouth with jerky motions of his hips. She looked up and smiled
knowingly as she licked his gorged cock-head. His penis swelled and
grew harder and hotter in her fingers and mouth and she sucked it
hungrily, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his legs.
Her fingers and lips grew sticky with his jizz. His cock throbbed
ominously in her mouth. He groaned loudly.

"Ohhhh uhhh yes -- suck it -- yes -- suck my cock, Meghna -- ohhh
yes!"

"Wanna cum in my mouth? You know I like that. Then you can lick my
slit. I don't mind."

The math teacher groaned, torn with indecision.

"Hurry up, it won't be long now," she warned. "My friend here's about
to blow his top."

Golwalkar decided. He pushed her head away. Meghna smiled knowingly
and stood up.

"Somehow I knew you'd want that," she murmured and, rising on her
toes, kissed him wantonly, arching her tongue into his mouth, her
fingers still jerking his cock. "Come on, now, stuff my slit with your
fat cock, sir!"

Meghna hopped up on the desk and, shucking off her panties, lay on her
back, opening her legs and lifting her tunic high over her hips.
Unbuttoning the tunic, she lifted her bra over her breasts and
squeezed them with one hand, opening her cunt-lips with the other.

"Come on, sir, fuck my cunt!" She murmured, smiling lasciviously. "My
slit's all wet for you!"

With a groan, the math teacher moved between her legs and, bending
over his fifteen-year old pupil, quickly squeezed his eight-inch long
cock into her cunt. She moaned softly and arched, her hands under her
swollen breasts.

"Mmm -- yes -- that feels so good, sir -- come on -- fuck me! Fuck me
hard!"

His trousers puddled at his ankles, still in his shirt and tie with
just the bottom three buttons of his shirt open, Meghna's math teacher
began fucking her cunt quickly. Bent over her, his hands on the desk,
his head arched back, his mouth open in a wide O, he rocked his hips
rapidly back and forth, thrusting his penis greedily in and out of her
cunt. Meghna moaned and gasped softly, smiling with pleasure, goading
him with obscene love-calls.

"Yes -- that's nice -- ohhhhh yes, sir, yes -- fuck me, sir -- fuck my
cunt -- Ohhh yes -- fuck it harder, sir -- harder -- ram it in, sir --
ram it all into my slit -- Ohhhh yes! Yes! Ohhhh god yes!"

"Ohhhh -- unhhhh Ohhhhhh --. unhhhh OH uhh OHH!" The man gasped.

Golwalkar's penis glistened with their juices as it plunged and
pistoned in and out of the fifteen-year old schoolgirl's sodden cunt.
She gasped and moaned, her body jerking and snapping back and forth on
the desk, her breasts jiggling and bouncing. She squeezed them and her
head rolled languorously from side to side in evident pleasure. Her
hips bucked and heaved under his.

"Yes -- Ohhhh yes, sir, yes! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me!" She gasped.

Golwalkar straightened his back and stood upright. He lifted her legs
high and wide, his hands under her knees, and began slamming his cock
savagely in and out of her cunt. Meghna cried out, her face twisting
and contorting, her face jerking from side to side. Her math teacher's
inflamed penis pounded into her cunt, reaming and ramming into her
frantically convulsing cunt.

"Yes! Ohhhh yes! Take it! Take it, bitch, take!" He gasped, his head
bent, watching the spasms of lust on the teenage schoolgirl's face.

"OHH! OH OH OH OH OH! Oh sir-sir-sir yes Ohhhh god yes!" She gasped.

Her cunt was a tight, hot vortex that contracted and convulsed on his
penis, sucking him in deeper and deeper. Golwalkar drowned himself in
it and thrust greedily into her flesh with ragged gasps of pleasure.
The heat in his loins was unbearable. Their orgasms crashed together.
Meghna exploded, arching and gasping as the lust-heat swamped her, her
breath hissing from her throat, her cunt heaving up to his and sucking
his penis deep and clamping down hard on the hard, thick member.

"OHHHH yes sir yes OHHHH god yes OHH ma uhhh OHHH!" She called.

"Ohh uhh yes! Oh baby yes take it Ohhhhhh uhhh yes!" Her teacher
gasped.

Golwalkar cried out, his face twisting, his cock buried in her flesh
and, seconds later, came violently. Hot jizz spurted from his
cock-head into her slit. He groaned, his head flung back, his hips
twitching at her crotch. Meghna whimpered, writhing erotically on the
desk, fondling her desk, her face radiant with joy as she felt the
sharp sting of his spoot in her slit, jet after jet of hot jizz
spurting into her flesh. Golwalkar emptied himself in his student's
slit and slowly slid out. He began pulling on his trousers. She lay on
the desk, panting and whimpering, caressing her breasts and cunt
dreamily, running her fingers through the sticky gunk in her crotch.

"That was wonderful," she murmured. "Do it again -- fuck my ass."

"Come on, slut," he chuckled, fastening his belt. "Get out of here."

Meghna rolled off the desk with a moan and steadied herself. Her legs
were trembling. Slowly, she straightened her tunic and underclothes.
Her eyes were dazed, and her delectable lips were moist. Golwalkar
grinned at her.

"Come to my house after lights-out tonight," he chuckled softly. "It's
time for your lesson in -- integration." He laughed softly.

Meghna said nothing. She straightened her clothes and walked out. In
the hallway, she stopped and leaned against the wall. Her breasts were
still hot and hard and her cunt seeped and tingled with lust and
excitement. She pressed her legs together, and squeezed her breast
slowly. Gradually, she calmed herself and recovered. Turning, her head
bowed, clutching her books, she walked slowly down the silent
corridor. There was no one to see her small smile of satisfaction.

= o =

Meghna made it to dinner just as the bell rang. The dining hall was
full and, for the next hour, the kids ate and talked and laughed. The
school was liberal in some ways. There was none of the old British
public-school insistence on rigid, inflexible adherence to inhuman
rules of conduct at all times and in all things, like dining in
silence. The children were allowed to dress informally and to
converse, so long as they didn't fight and shout and throw food about.

The entire faculty dined with them, at a long table at the head of the
hall. Meghna flicked a quick look at the High Table, as it was still
called, and smiled to herself. For six months, it wasn't bad going.
She was bedding nine of the sixteen men at the table. There was Alex,
the swimming coach, Golwalkar who taught Mathematics, Ramchandran, the
Physics teacher, Trivedi for Geography, Mehta, who taught Chemistry,
Rao, the Biology teacher, Dias, the Gym instructor, and the Football
coach, a Nigerian named Chinua. That made eight.

The headmaster, Martin, was talking to one of the teachers. Meghna hid
a grin. He was her latest conquest, just last week. In bed, his stiff,
crusty, crotchety demeanour vanished completely. He fucked her hard,
very hard, and he went on and on, but it felt good. Not surprisingly,
he was kinkier than the others: He liked watching her masturbate with
his switch and wore his heavy jackboots throughout the time they were
in bed. He insisted she wore a black leather garment that he kept
hidden in a little closet. It was an outrageous thing, a leather
corset that ran from under her breasts to above her cunt, with black
leather cross-lacing in front and behind, and garters beneath. Martin
particularly liked sodomising her in it.

Of the rest, the English, Music and Art teachers were decrepit old
spinsters, who didn't count. Two men were geriatric old farts,
semi-retired, living out their last days in school because they had
nowhere else to go. To save face, they were called Professors
Emeritus, and had small offices, but they didn't teach and had no
effect on her grades. Had they the slightest influence, Meghna would
have fucked them without hesitation. She knew now how to get what she
wanted.

The last two interested her. They were the youngest of the lot, and
had only recently joined the school. Khan, the History teacher was
dark, handsome man with piercing eyes. The other was the new priest,
Father Pinto. The meal ended and everyone rose to their feet for the
priest to lead them in a short prayer. Her head bowed, Meghna looked
at him covertly. He was going to be a challenge. She vowed to get into
his cassock before the term ended. The very idea of seducing a man of
the cloth was erotic. She'd probably have to teach him a thing or two.

After dinner, the students were allowed an hour's free time in the
common room. Meghna relaxed, played carrom and checkers, listened to
music, flipped through some magazines. Then it was time for bed and
lights-out at nine-thirty sharp. The students filed back to their
dormitories and rooms. Meghna had a room to herself.

Soon after her swimming success, Meghna was appointed as captain of
the girls' soccer team and the gymnastics squad. She had a natural
aptitude for sports, and no one questioned her achievements for she
was clearly the most skillful soccer player in school and worked hard
at gymnastics. That she got the captaincy chiefly by fucking Chinua
and Dias separately and together was irrelevant. She still did so,
even after her investiture, frequently fucking Chinua on dark evenings
between the goal-posts and Dias in the gymnasium.

Meghna's achievements could not be ignored. She was made Head Prefect,
unusual for someone not in the final year. That entitled her to
several privileges, one of which was the privacy of her own room. She
went into it now and locked the door behind her. The room was warm and
cozy, with a small, soft bed with several pillows, books, a compact
music-system and her own desk with an anglepoise lamp. An electric
heater hummed in one corner.

The room had a little toilet and a small bathroom ensuite. Only the
Head Prefect had such facilities. The other Prefects had to use the
common bathrooms and toilets.

Meghna stripped off her clothes and tossed them into a corner and sat
at her desk. Leaving the lights on, she pulled back the curtains to
the large window and looked out over the school grounds.

It was a lovely campus, sprawling over a hundred acres of meadows and
stream-crossed woodlands, nestling in the foothills of the high
mountains. There were trekking trails and stables for horse-riding and
every sports facility. The buildings were low, wooden structures, not
more than one storey high, with sloping, red-tiled roofs. Across the
meadow, Meghna could see the spire of the chapel and the lights in the
professors' cottages and studies.

A low mist crept up from the plains and crawled across the campus.
Meghna hugged herself happily. Her work was done, her grades were
good, she was the brightest star in the school's firmament. And she
had the teachers where she wanted them. Mostly between her legs.

Meghna leaned back in her chair and propped her feet up on the
window-sill. Parting her legs, she caressed her naked body gently,
cupping and squeezing her breasts, fingering her slit which rapidly
grew moist with excitement. Rummaging in a drawer, she selected one of
a range of dildoes, gifts from Alex. This one was long and slim with a
smooth shaft and a narrow, tapering head. She sucked and licked the
head slowly, letting herself slip into an erotic trance and then moved
it between her legs and inserted it slowly into her slit and began to
masturbate.

That was one of the advantages of having her own room. She could do
what she liked, when she liked, without having to hide from anyone.
The first two months after Alex fucked her had been tense. He wanted
to fuck her every night, and she couldn't refuse. It was the only time
they could be alone. She was in a dorm then, and slipping out was a
risky business. Several times, she was foiled by a prefect or teacher
doing the rounds and had to slide back into her bunk. Frustrated, she
contrived to get herself a bunk in the corner nearest the door, but
set in the darkness. Then, arranging her pillows and several cushions
under the sheets to give her bed the appearance of a sleeping form,
creeping down the darkened hallways, her heart pounding in her chest,
tense and nervous, she would steal out to keep her assignation with
Alex in his rooms or down by the pool if the night was warm.

Her sexual ascent through the ranks of the faculty began when she was
caught returning from one of her trysts with Alex. It was cool, sharp
night, and they met in his room and he fucked her steadily and
relentlessly and repeatedly for over an hour. Meghna was delirious
when he finally finished. No matter what he did to her, she wanted
more. He was a virile, powerful, imaginative lover, something she'd
sensed when he first fucked her that starry night behind the swimming
pool locker-rooms.

Even then, though it was her first time, he fucked her repeatedly.
Meghna could still remember it, how good his cock felt when it first
surged into her cunt and he began stroking it smoothly and
effortlessly in and out. She very nearly passed out with the pleasure
of it. Her body arched and writhed and he kissed her tenderly, sucking
and licking her swollen breasts till she felt like screaming with the
intensity of it. She came within minutes, moaning and gasping and
arching under him. Alex kept moving slowly and rhythmically, forcing
her to let him continue. Within minutes, she was aroused again.

He smiled knowingly, kissed her, turned her over onto her front on her
hands and knees and fucked her from behind. The position was the
subject of her most graphic fantasies. She loved every minute of it.
He fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, rocking her back and forth,
pulling her cunt up and down on his pistoning penis and she came again
and yet again. He began moving faster, gasping and groaning, thrusting
eagerly and deeply into her and then, with a shuddering cry, he jerked
out of her cunt. Meghna groaned softly, not knowing what to expect
next.

Gently, he turned her on her back and explained, masturbating slowly,
his chest heaving, that he couldn't risk coming in her cunt. She knew
enough to understand why. He promised to take her to a doctor who
could 'fix her up' so that he could come in her cunt.

Meghna felt a twinge of disappointment. She had no idea of what an
ejaculation meant or felt like and longed for the experience. He
sensed her confusion.

"It's all right, girl," he said softly. "There are other ways."

"What -- what do you mean?"

He smiled. "I could come in your mouth. On your lovely face and tits.
Would you like to try?"

She looked at his cock and nodded slowly. More than anything else, she
wanted to know what his seed felt like. Then doubt crept in.

"Can I -- should I -- do I -- swallow it -- your --"

"My jizz? Yes, you can, if you like. In fact, if you don't mind, I'd
rather enjoy it if you did. By the way," he grinned, "it's called
jizz, gunk, spoot, seed, cum. Anything but 'seed' or 'semen'. Got it?"

He stood up and pulled her head to his crotch again and fucked her
mouth slowly, his head bent, watching her, rocking her head back and
forth with his hands, pumping his hips. His cock was slippery and
sticky with their juices and it smelled and tasted divine. Meghna
sucked him languorously, whimpering with pleasure, jerking and pumping
his cock with growing confidence.

Alex came in her mouth. Meghna gagged, sputtered, gasped and then, her
mind leaping with delight at the warm, tangy taste and smell of it,
sucked it eagerly. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and let it
spurt down her throat and splash on her breasts and face.

The very next day, he spirited her off to a clinic in the town not far
from the school. The doctor was an old school friend of his. At first,
he refused to do anything. She was far too young for a loop, or even
to go on the Pill. Alex took him aside and whispered in his ear.
Meghna didn't hear what he said.

Finally, the doctor nodded and smiled briefly. He gave her some pills
and told her how to take them, warning her that if she stopped or
missed taking them, she could well get pregnant. He told her to take
them for a few days and see him after that. She was not to have sex in
that time. Meghna nodded.

That evening, she felt very worried and nervous and confused and sat
silently beside him in his beat-up old car as they rattled back
towards the school. A kilometre away from the gates, he pulled off the
road onto a little track. She didn't ask where they were going,
sensing what he wanted. They stopped after a bit and he got out and
held the door for her. She did as he said and followed him down the
trail, now little more than a bridle-path. It opened out on the crest
of a hill overlooking the valley below. It was bewitchingly beautiful,
but Meghna wasn't looking. She turned to him, and his face was sombre.
When he spoke, his voice was gentle and low.

"Meghna. Listen to me. I know you're worried and tense and uncertain.
So am I. I don't know if this is right, any of this, whether we should
go on or stop. I brought you here to tell you this, and also that if
you think that we should never meet again, I will not say anything.
Nothing will change. I'll still coach you, you'll go through school,
but nothing more. If that's what you want. And if it is, I'll throw
these away, here and now." He showed her the bottle of pills.

Meghna looked at the pills and then looked up at him. Suddenly, with
brittle clarity, she knew what she wanted. She stepped towards him and
without a word, silently and gently, unbuttoned and unzipped his
trousers and knelt before him. Alex looked down and smiled in pleasure
and relief. His cock swelled in her mouth and fingers.

He fucked her slowly for half an hour on the grassy knoll, taking her
deeply and slowly in different positions this time, and again, came in
her mouth. Meghna moaned her pleasure. They strolled back to the car.
As they bumped back towards the main road, she turned to him.

"Alex."

"Yes?"

"What did you tell the doctor?"

He looked at her strangely. "Nothing. Why?"

"Alex. Don't lie. You said something to him. It was about me. What was
it?"

He shook his head, refusing to answer.

"You told him about us, didn't you? You told him to give me the pills
because of us."

Alex's face went still and his fingers tensed on the wheel.

"What else, Alex?" She said very softly. "What else did you say?"

There was no answer. Meghna sighed and turned her face away. "Alex.
Listen to me. Just because I'm fifteen, it doesn't mean I'm a fool. I
saw his expression. I know you told him to give me the pills, and that
it was because of us. It doesn't matter. What I want to know is if you
promised him anything. About me."

Alex's head whipped around, white with shock. She looked at him
quietly.

"So you did. You promised him that if he got me on the pill and it all
worked okay, he could fuck me, too the next time we go there. Am I
right?"

"I had to, dammit!" His voice sounded strangled. "There was no other
way."

They rode along in a tense silence.

"Oh god, Meghna. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look, let's just forget --"

"Shut up, Alex."

"But --"

"Please. Shut up. Honestly, you're such a fool. Why did you have to
say any of that? Don't you see how much it made him think poorly of
you? Did you think I was stupid enough not to want to fuck you ever
again? Properly? With your cum in my cunt and all? For that, Alex, I
would have done anything." She looked at him hard. "Anything, you
hear? I would have told him myself!"

Alex almost went off the road. She glared at him angrily.

"Watch the road, Alex! And don't you ever, ever do something like that
again! Yes, I'm saying it again. I would have fucked the doctor for
those pills. I'd have done there and then. I never, ever, want to see
you being humiliated like this again, is that clear? You may be
fucking me, but you are my lover now, and I won't have you treated
like shit."

"I'm -- I'm sorry -- I really am -- I had no idea --"

"Of course you didn't, silly," she said, her voice softening. "I'm
sorry for bawling you out like that. You did what you thought you had
to. I should be thanking you."

He looked at her and smiled in relief. "Meghna, you're wonderful."

She grinned. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Then, Alex," she said, shuffling closer to him on the seat, tonguing
his ear, her hand in his crotch. "Pull over. Now. And fuck me again.
In the back seat. My cunt's on fire again!"

A week later, the doctor pronounced that she was safe. Meghna smiled
at him, lying on his examination table with her dress pulled up to her
waist, her panties off, her knees bent, her cunt open for his
inspection. He stepped back and smiled at her.

"Yes, I think you're all right," he said. "You can have sex now."

She grinned. "Thank you, doctor. You're very kind." She remained as
she was. "Alex!" Alex came through the partition door.

"Alex, the doctor says I'm fine. I can fuck now."

The doctor's jaw dropped. Alex chuckled and clapped him on the
shoulder.

"Go on, doc. Take your payment. Fuck her!"

The doctor stared in disbelief.

"No," Meghna said quietly and both looked at her. "Not the doctor. Not
right away. First you, Alex. I want you to cum in my slit. Then the
doctor can fuck me. When you're done. And I want him to stay and watch
us."

Alex was thrilled. He dropped his trousers, and Meghna sucked his
penis rapidly and then he fucked her hard on the doctor's examining
table on her back, pounding his cock in and out of her cunt till he
came, exploding in her flesh. Meghna closed her eyes and moaned in
genuine pleasure, her face radiant with lust as, for the first time,
she felt the joyous explosion of a man's seed in her cunt-flesh.

Minutes later, the doctor was taking his turn with her. She sucked his
penis, too, and he fucked her from behind, standing on the floor in
his white lab-coat, holding her hips as she stood on the floor, bent
over the table, her buttocks thrust back at him. Holding her hips, he
jerked his cock rapidly and hard in and out of her cunt, gasping and
moaning in joy, while Alex watched. Her breasts swung with his thrusts
and, groaning, he thrust furiously in and out of her cunt while
squeezing and crushing her breasts in his hands. Meghna orgasmed
violently and, seconds later, groaning loudly, the doctor plunged his
penis into her with a slow, deep, skewering thrust and came, his jizz
spurting into her cunt, already sodden with her juices and Alex's
spoot. He slid out of her. Meghna turned and thanked him politely. The
man simpered.

"I'd like to see you again when you've begun doing butt-fucks. I enjoy
that."

Meghna promised to return so that he could sodomise her.

After that, Meghna was unstoppable. Alex tutored her gently and their
sex got better and better. Soon, he taught her to enjoy butt-fucks.
She was nervous and tense the first time, but he salved his cock and
anus and took her ass slowly and gently and the pain ebbed rapidly and
transformed into unbridled, wanton lust. From then on, Alex buggered
her regularly, and she grew to enjoy it. They fucked every night. She
kept her promise with the doctor, returning one warm afternoon and
letting him fuck her after she had sucked his cock and then, lying on
her back, lifting her legs high, invited him to take her ass. The
doctor sodomised the young girl joyously, gasping and moaning in
pleasure. Meghna didn't need to fake an orgasm, panting and keening
happily on his table.

Soon, she was adept at sneaking away from the dormitory to visit Alex.
They invited the doctor to join them and Meghna discovered the
exquisite, indescribable pleasures of having two men fuck her
simultaneously in her cunt and mouth and, later, in her cunt and ass.
The only thing better than having a good, thick, hard penis in her
cunt, she decided, was having another in her ass at the same time. Her
fear of being caught diminished as she successfully evaded detection
night after night.

It was Dias, the gymnastics teacher, who caught her. She was just
stepping out of the shadows of one of the doorways, when the hallway
lights flicked on. Meghna whirled in terror, her heart almost
stopping. Her pulse pounded and she felt a knot of fear in her belly.
Dias stood at the end of the hallway, glaring at her.

"Meghna."

"Sir." She started backing down the hallway and realised to her horror
that her panties and bra were in her hand. She hadn't put them on when
she left Alex and the doctor, enjoying the sexy feeling of slipping
through the night without wearing them. She hid her hand behind her
back.

Dias stalked down the corridor towards her.

"What is that you're hiding, young lady?"

"Me sir? Nothing. Nothing."

"Do not lie to me. Show me."

"No, sir, it's nothing sir."

"Meghna. That is an order. Show me."

Slowly, her hand came around to her front. He looked down and took
them one by one, holding them in forefinger and thumb.

"Well. I'm sure you have an explanation, young lady."

She stood there, her head bowed.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again."

"What won't happen again?"

"Nothing, sir. I'm sorry sir."

He was very close now, their voices low. "Where did you go?"

"Nowhere, sir. Nowhere."

"Another lie."

"Really sir. Please believe me. I -- I only went to the toilet."

"Really."

"Yes sir! It's the truth, sir!"

"Then would you be so kind as to explain why you were creeping down
the hall in that suspicious fashion?"

"Was I?"

"You most certainly were. The question is, why?"

"I -- I don't know, sir. I didn't want to make a noise."

"Hardly likely, young lady. This floor's carpeted, if you hadn't
noticed."

She looked down.

"And what about these -- clothes? Why are they in your hand?"

"I -- I was feeling hot, sir. I took them off." At least that was
true.

"I see." There was a strange glint in his eyes. "Frankly, young lady,
I don't believe a word."

Meghna's heart pounded. She was in deep trouble now and she knew it.

"Report to the Headmaster's office tomorrow at eight o'clock."

She looked up, terrified.

"Please, sir, don't report me! Please! I'll do anything you ask! Just
don't report me! Please, sir, I beg you!"

He looked at her steadily. "Meghna. It's one o'clock in the morning.
You're not only out of bed after lights, but you're creeping down the
hall. You're not properly dressed. I think this needs an explanation,
don't you? And you, of all people. Tsk, tsk. I had such hopes."

A tear trembled on her lash and trickled down her cheek. "Please,
sir," she sobbed quietly. "Please don't take me to the Headmaster!
I'll do anything you say, sir, please! Give me any punishment, sir!"

He considered the situation. Here he was, a virile man in his
late-thirties, the prime of life, some said, standing in a deserted
hallway at one o'clock in the morning with a lovely young girl with
enormous sex-appeal who wasn't wearing any underwear. The
possibilities were endless. After an agonising, interminable silence,
he nodded slowly.

"Very well. Since this is your first offense -- or the first one
that's been detected, anyway, though I suspect you've been at whatever
you're at for some time -- and since you're quite evidently a good
student, I won't go to the Head."

A look of relief crossed her face.

"Oh thank you sir! Thank you! I promise I won't do it again."

"That's not good enough. This school is very lenient with the students
but whatever rules exist, must be obeyed absolutely. Transgressions
cannot go unpunished. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes sir. Yes. I'll do whatever you say."

She kept saying that, making him think of ever more erotic
possibilities.

"You'll take your punishment now."

"Yes, sir." She bowed her head meekly.

"In the master's study. Now."

Each of the students' residential buildings had a housemaster, one of
the teachers who looked after the maintenance and discipline of the
house. Dias was her housemaster. Although he didn't live in the
building itself, he had a small study in the far corner on this floor.

Dias turned and strode down the corridor. His breathing was heavy and
he could feel his pulse quickening with excitement. He hadn't the
least doubt that the girl had been out for an assignation. Probably
one of the groundsmen or boys from the senior class. It happened all
the time when the kids were at a certain age and filled with hormones.
But he'd never caught one red-handed, not in this irresistible state
anyway. He entered the study, and she came in behind him, looking
nervous, but no longer terrified.

"Lock the door, please. And come here."

Meghna looked surprised, but did as she was told.

She looked at him and finally saw the glitter in his eyes. He could
not hide it any longer. She felt a rush of relief and excitement. She
knew what he wanted, what he was after. She could handle it. If she
gave him a good time, she would be safe. Safe enough to go out with
impunity now, so long as he was the master and got his share of the
action. Fair enough. She shrugged to herself, and looked at him again,
studying him as a lover for the first time.

Dias was a swarthy, tall, superbly built man. A fine athlete and
gymnast, he had a sculpted, V-shaped body with broad shoulders that
swept to high hips and a narrow waist. His arms and legs were long and
thick with musculature and his chest was deep and his belly flat. His
buttocks were taut and firm. His features were coarse, with a thick,
but straight nose, a slim mouth, deep eyes and a hard, rocky jaw. He
was clean-shaven and his hair was dark and thick. Quite sexy in his
own way, Meghna decided. She noticed the interesting bulge between his
thighs. Definitely fuckable.

The room was small, but tidy, with a potted plant on one side, a large
desk set at an angle with a deep, comfortable leather swivel chair
behind it. A small bookrack held his sports magazines and some books.
The desk was neat and clean with only a blotter on it. An anglepoise
lamp occupied one corner of the desk. Across it, there were two chairs
for visitors, and, against the far wall, a small couch and two
armchairs grouped around a low, glass-topped coffee-table.

Meghna stepped forward, keeping her head bowed, fingering the top
button of her tunic. It was well-cut, smart, grey uniform with five
buttons down the front and a green slash at the waist. It hung to her
knees. Discreetly, she popped the top button, then the next. Dias saw
her do it and sucked in his breath softly. He could see the swell of
her breasts and the shadow of her deep cleavage.

"Bend over that chair," he said quietly, nodding to a chair across the
desk.

She leaned over the backrest of the chair, and as she did so, the
lapels of her tunic swung low. Dias was on the other side of her desk
and he saw her naked breasts dangling succulent and tempting. Her
delectable butt was thrust back. His erection strained at his
trousers, and he longed to plunge his cock into the teenage girl's
flesh. Steadying himself, he picked up a jockey-whip from the desk and
came around beside her. Meghna closed her eyes and tensed, biting her
lower lip, waiting for the stinging blow.

It never came. Instead, the whip rested gently on her hip, then slid
slowly downward, over the curve of her buttock. Reaching the hem of
her dress, it slipped below and began to rise again, lifting her
tunic. Meghna stifled a smile of victory. She was right. He wanted to
fuck her.

He lifted the dress higher till her buttocks were exposed to his view.
She heard him suck in his breath. The whip caressed her smooth
buttocks gently. Her hips trembled and, involuntarily, she moved her
legs apart. Dias' gasped  audibly. He could see the dark puckered
flesh of her anus and, beneath it, the soft, moist cunt-lips, rimmed
by a thin fuzz of dark pubic hair.

She was irresistible. He dropped the whip and his hands slid down her
buttocks and thighs, caressing them sensuously. There was complete
silence. He was standing by her side as she bent over and his groin
pressed against her arm. She realised that he had a massive erection.
She was about to move, to fling herself to her knees and take his cock
in her mouth when, sensing the tension in her body and muscles and
fearing that she might turn and run or fight with him and raise a
racket, Dias stopped her, squeezing her buttocks and hips hard.

"Don't move!" He snarled. "You are forbidden to move! You are under
punishment!"

Meghna froze in position, bent over, his hands on her buttocks. He
moved behind her.

"You are to be punished," he repeated. "Do not move. Not a sound, do
you hear?"

Meghna nodded, biting her lower lip and trembling with excitement.
This was very sexy. His hands left her buttocks briefly. She felt
movement behind her; heard the soft krrik of his fly coming down, the
sighing sussurus of his trousers slipping down his legs, the snap of
his underwear being rolled off, and realised that his penis was out in
the open now. She longed to touch it, stroke it, jerk it, kiss it,
lick it, suck it. Her body ached and went tense.

His hands returned to her buttocks and he felt the tension in her and
mistook it for anxiety. His caresses grew gentler and more erotic.
Meghna bit her lower lip, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her
nostrils flared. She was dying to moan her joy. He moistened four
fingers with his tongue and slid them into the dark cleft between her
buttocks, touched her anus where Alex's cock -- and the doctor's --
had been shortly before. Meghna struggled to keep still. His fingers
rippled lower and brushed against her cunt-lips. They were already wet
and still sticky with jizz.

He froze and she tensed, suddenly frightened again. He chuckled softly
and his fingers pried open her cunt-lips gently and wriggled in her
wet cunt-flesh.

"As I thought," he murmured. "You have been with someone. Correct?"

Meghna nodded slowly, once, biting her lower lip, her pulse racing,
holding her breath.

"Who was it? One of the groundsmen? A fellow student?"

Meghna shook her head, refusing to answer.

"Never mind," he said softly. "When you have been punished properly,
you will tell me of your own accord."

Meghna sensed him kneeling behind her. He kissed her hip, then her
buttocks and his lips and tongue followed the smooth curve of her
buttocks, down to her thighs and up again. His hands slid up her
flanks, lifting her tunic higher and higher, till it was just under
her breasts. Her body trembled and quivered with tension but now there
was no mistaking it. He understood it for what it was.

"Move to the desk," he commanded. "And spread your legs. As far as you
can. More. Yes. Good. Now hold still. And not a word."

Meghna took the one step forward to the desk and bent over it on her
forearms, shuffling her legs far apart. Her buttocks lobed open and
her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Gently teasing her buttocks further
open, Dias pushed his face between them.

Meghna's head whipped up, her long neck craned. Biting her lower lip,
her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers clenching the sides of the desk,
her face contorted, she forced herself to keep still. Her cunt was
ablaze with lust. His tongue rippled into her crack, found her anus
and swirled slowly over the puckered flesh. Meghna's gasp was sharp
and thick, unmistakably one of pleasure, and she relaxed and yielded
and his tongue-tip pressed to her anus.

It continued its erotic argosy, questing for her fleece. Meghna's hips
quivered and her naked legs trembled when his tongue-tip found her
cunt at last. It was open, and dripping with juice. He pulled back her
cunt-lips with his fingers and his tongue arched up into her slit.
Meghna's head arched and her mouth snapped open in a low, trembling
moan of the purest pleasure.

"OHHHHHH uhhh OHMA uhhhh OHHHH!"

Excited by her call, Dias pushed his tongue deeper into her crack.
Meghna's hips writhed and swayed erotically. Dias' hands slid up her
body to her breasts. They were swollen and turgid, the nipples
quivering stiffly. She moaned again as he fondled them gently, with
the lightest, most erotic caress, flicking her nipples with his hard
fingernails, rolling his rough-skinned open palms sensuously under the
pendulant mounds

Dias tongue-fucked the fifteen-year old till she was on the brink of a
violent orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and hoarse and she moaned
softly and incessantly, barely stifling her cries.

"OHH!" She gasped. "Oh ma uhhh OHHHH uhhh OHHHHH!"

On and on he went, utterly relentless, devouring her flesh with his
tongue, till she was teetering on the brink of a violent orgasm.
Abruptly, he paused and got to his feet behind her. Meghna whimpered,
her hips writhing erotically. Dias grinned. His penis was swollen with
excitement. He masturbated rapidly for a few seconds and then moved
forward. Meghna tensed as she felt the heat of his flesh behind her.
His penis seemed to be long and thick and hard. It pressed between her
buttocks; the head touched her anus. She tensed, then heard his dry
chuckle as he moved his penis lower, to her cunt-lips. His cock was
evidently large. He paused. She couldn't help herself. She thrust a
hand between her legs and clawed her cunt-lips open for him. Dias
grinned and chuckled softly. His guess was correct. She was no
innocent virgin. He guided his cock to her slit and, flexing his
buttocks slowly, squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. Meghna's head
arched and her mouth snapped open and she gasped.

"OHHHHHHhhhhhh!"

Dias chuckled softly and, holding her hips, flexed his buttocks taut
and swung his hips smoothly forward. His penis surged into her flesh.
It was big, over eight inches long and correspondingly thick, and it
went in deeper and deeper, crushing her clitoris in its passage,
mashing her cunt-flesh. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed frantically on
his penis and he arched his head with a look of blissful relief. Her
cunt was hot and tight and wet and it contracted on his penis with a
desperate, avid hunger.

Dias started fucking her quickly and smoothly. Holding her hips, he
ran his cock-sword in and out of her cunt-scabbard. His hips rocked
rapidly back and forth, and he jerked her body back and forth, running
her cunt up and down on his shaft. Moistening his fingers with his
tongue, he cupped her breasts again. They were large and succulent and
filled his hands. He squeezed them gently, kneading the turgid flesh,
pinching and rolling her nipples. Meghna's body lurched and jerked
across the desk. Her head was arched and she gasped and panted
thickly, in a soft, lust-laden voice. His thighs slapped softly
against her buttocks and his balls pressed against her cunt-lips with
each rhythmic thrust.

"Oh uh Ohh uhh OHHHHH uhh Oh ma uhh OHHHH!" The girl moaned
deliriously. "Oh ma uhhh OHHH uhhh OHHHH!"

"Now," he grunted, slowing his motions. "Tell me. You have done this
before?"

Gasping and whimpering, Meghna nodded slightly.

"For how long have you been fucking? Answer."

"Ohhh uhh sir -- uhhh Ohhhh -- Four -- five weeks."

"Who with?"

She shook her head. Abruptly, he pulled his cock out and rammed it in
hard, clamping a hand over her face to muffle her shocked scream.

"There will be more of that if you do not answer, Meghna. Who with?"

"Uh -- Uh -- Alex, sir. Alex."

"Ah. Alex. Good old Alex." Dias resumed his gentle, rhythmic fucking.
"Meghna."

"Ohhh uhhh ohh ma uhhh OHHH ma --"

"You will answer me in the approved fashion!" Again he rammed hard
into her cunt, muffling her cry.

"OHHHHH yes! Yes! Sir, yes!"

"That's better. You are a naughty girl."

"Yes -- ohhhh uhhh yes, sir -- yes. I'm UHHHH sorry uhhh oh ma uhhh
ohh uhhh OHHH, sir!"

"You will have to be punished severely."

"Yes! Ohhh yes ohhh god yes, sir, yes!"

"I am happy to note that you accept your transgression and the
punishment."

"Yes -- ohh god yes -- oh god, sir, oh god yes!"

"I will administer the punishment personally. For the rest of the
week. Daily."

"Yes -- uhhh Ohhhh yes -- ohhh uhhh yes, sir."

"You understand that this is for your good?"

"Yes -- ohhh yes -- ohhh ma uhh oh ma yes!"

"And you will not speak of it to anyone, do you understand?"

"Yes -- yes sir, yes!"

"You may tell Alex, however, if you wish. No, I insist you tell him."

"Yes, sir -- ohhh -- I will, sir -- yes!"

"Good." Dias continued fucking her steadily.

Meghna rocked and jerked under him, her pleasure intense and growing.

"Sir -- Please, sir -- please?"

"Yes. What is it?"

"Sir, please, sir -- fuck me hard, sir! I want it hard, sir, like you
did just then! OHHH yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- that's it! Again, sir,
again! OHHHhhh -- Once more! AhhhhHHHh hunhh Ahhh -- Now, sir --
quickly and hard sir please Ohhh god oh god oh ma ohhh Unhhh Ohhh unhh
Oh unnhhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHH uh OHH
uh OHHHHH!"

Overwhelmed, Dias ram-fucked her cunt furiously, slamming his cock
into her cunt. Meghna orgasmed violently. Her cunt spasmed fiercely on
his penis and he gasped and ground into her hard, thrusting in
greedily again and again, his hands on her hips, jerking her cunt down
onto his rampant penis. He hammered his hips at her buttocks violently
for a minute, and then, gasping, jerked out of her and came hard,
spurting hot, sticky gunk over her back and in the cleft between her
buttocks. Groaning, he squeezed his cock into her cunt again briefly
and squirmed his hips against her. Meghna groaned, her head bowed, her
chest heaving.

Slowly, Dias eased his cock out of her cunt and stepped back. She
remained bent over the table, panting and whimpering, her body
trembling. At last, she straightened, tottering unsteadily on her feet
and turned around. He was zipping his fly, belting his trousers. He
grinned at her. Meghna smiled weakly and straightened her tunic, her
eyes dazed.

"I hope you've learned your lesson," he said with feigned severity.

"Yes, sir," she murmured, lowering her eyes.

"And what is it you have learned?"

"To -- to obey my teachers, sir. To follow the rules."

"Good. But do you know all the rules?"

"No, sir. Not all."

"Then you might break another rule, even unwittingly, isn't that
right?"

"Sir, yes, sir. It might happen."

"We don't want that, now, do we?"

She shook her head. "No. No, sir. I want to be a good student."

"That's good." He smiled and patted her head indulgently. "I will
teach you the rules, Meghna. All the rules."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Meghna hid a grin of delight. "That would
be very nice."

"Very well. Come back here tomorrow night."

"After lights, sir?" She asked cheekily.

He looked at her hard and she raised her head and looked at him with
utter innocence .

"Yes," he said slowly. "After lights."

"Thank you, sir. You're very kind to me, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She
smiled.

Dias felt his pulse quicken. She was extraordinarily attractive. He
nodded and waved his hand in dismissal. "Very well. You may go now."

"Thank you, sir."

Meghna stepped forward as though to pass him and stopped, right in
front of him.

"Yes?" He looked at her curiously.

"Sir?"

"Yes, what is it?"

Suddenly he gasped. She squeezed his penis through his trousers and
smiled wantonly up at him.

"Your cock's wonderful, sir. I loved it when you fucked me just now.
Every minute. Would you let me suck your cock, sir? Just once,
tonight? To show you how sorry I really am? You can even come in my
mouth, sir, if you like."

He stared at her speechless, and she took it to mean assent. Smiling
happily, she knelt before him and deftly undid his trousers and fly
again. Pulling his cock out of his jock-strap, she moaned softly,
kissing the thick cock-head, jerking it in her fist. It swelled
rapidly at her touch and her tongue snaked out and coiled languidly
around the cock-head. Then she opened her mouth and took his penis
between her lips and began sucking it. Dias groaned and fucked her
face incredulously, his hips jerking back and forth, her head bobbing
between his legs. It felt wonderful, for her mouth was a warm, moist
grotto and her tongue had an electric cunning that was truly unusual.
Meghna sucked his cock for several minutes and then he came again and
she opened her mouth lasciviously, smiling wantonly up at him as he
saw his jizz spurt into her mouth and splash on her face. When it was
done, she took him in her mouth again and licked his cock. Finally,
she rose, licking her lips, wiping the gunk off her face with her
fingers and lapping it, her eyes never leaving his face. Rising on her
toes, she kissed him gently on the lips.

Dias was in a state of excitement all through the next day. As night
fell, his agitation grew. He pottered about distractedly, waiting for
her. Lights-out was called and the dormitory fell into darkness. Time
crawled. Half-an-hour, forty-five minutes. Dias was in deep rut. He
strode out of his study, did the rounds of the dorms and finally came
to hers. It was dark inside. A small nightlamp in the far corner
provided just enough illumination to navigate the room.

There were six bunks in the room, arranged in pairs, one above the
other. One pair was in front of him along the left wall, another along
the right. The third was along the front wall, to the right of the
door, at a convenient distance from the nightlamp and so in deeper
shadows than the rest. Dias knew from his charts that Meghna had the
lower berth. The room was completely quiet. He stepped cautiously
towards her bunk. The sheets were drawn up and there appeared to be a
form under them. Gently, he lifted the sheets.

Meghna was fast asleep. Dias looked at her, his head bowed. She looked
lovely, her pretty face serene and calm, her breathing steady and
regular. He drew back the covers and stifled a gasp of surprise. She
was completely naked. He looked at her breasts hungrily, the high,
fleshy, full, swollen mounds rising and falling evenly, the nipples
stubby in their dainty aureoles. He pulled the covers further back.
Her belly was bare, too, and beneath, he saw the tempting shadow
between her thighs. She didn't stir.

Dias quelled his disappointment and drew the covers over her again. He
couldn't force her out of bed. He sighed and was about to turn away
when she moved, and he froze.

Meghna's hand slipped out from under the covers and slid up his thigh
to his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his trousers and then,
deftly, with one hand, she slid down his fly-zipper without a sound
and slipped her hand into his crotch and around his penis. Dias froze
in surprise. The shape in the bed moved and before he could say or do
anything, she tossed off the sheets, swung her feet off the bed and,
sitting at its edge, took his penis in her mouth and started sucking
it rapidly. Her head rocked back and forth before him and she pumped
his penis in her fist.

"Meghna!" He gasped, but his cock betrayed him, growing hot and hard.

She looked up in annoyance, a finger to her lips. "Ssh! Quiet!"

Their roles were reversed and now it was he who obeyed. She grinned
and began sucking him lasciviously, looking up at him with a smile as
he ran her tongue around his glistening, bulging cock-head. Dipping
her head, she sucked on his low, heavy balls and then took his penis
deep in her mouth again and sucked it hard, her head rocking rapidly
back and forth.

Dias expected that she would want him to come in her mouth and she
surprised him yet again when she stopped and, pulling open his
trousers, pulled his head down and kissed him eagerly. He bent over
and returned the kiss, his tongue flickering in her mouth.

"Not here!" He hissed. "For heavens' sake, not here!"

She jerked his cock and he groaned. "Yes, sir, here. Right here. Right
now. My cunt is on fire and it won't wait. Take off your clothes and
fuck me here!"

Meghna pulled him down into her bunk, tearing off his clothes and,
within seconds, his cock was buried in her flesh and he was fucking
her rapidly, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock plunging in
and out of her cunt.

She arched and jerked and lurched under him, kissing him feverishly,
her hips bucking and heaving under his, kissing him, biting his
shoulders, tonguing his ear erotically.

"Come inside me," she hissed in his ear. "I want your cum in my slit!"

He stared at her in surprise, slowing his movements, and she giggled
and licked his nipple. His body was smooth, his torso hairless and
sexy.

"Don't worry, sir, I'm safe. I'm on the pill."

Dias groaned and kissed her deeply and began to fuck her furiously,
his buttocks plummeting up and down demonically. Meghna's head arched
and her mouth opened in a soundless cry. Her fingers scrabbled at his
smooth, strong back and her legs wrapped taut about his thighs. Her
body jerked and snapped and whipped back and forth and up and down
under his. Her breasts were hot and swollen under his. Her cunt
convulsed frantically on his penis. He bent his head and sucked her
breasts, nibbling on her nipples and her body twisted and writhed and
thrashed joyfully beneath his, her head whipping from side to side.

"Sir! Sir! Come on sir, come on! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, sir, yes! Ohh
yes, sir, yes!"

"Yes -- take it! Oh fuck yes -- take it -- c'mon take it!" The teacher
gasped.

She came and he gasped at the heat of her orgasm as her cunt bit down
hot and hard on his penis. He thrust his cock into her hard, ramming
it in as deep as it would go. Meghna bit her lower lip and arched
under him, clenching his buttocks and pulling him deeper into her.
Dias lost control. The breath hissed from his throat and his hips
rocked in a frenzy, hammering violently at hers, burying his cock in
her cunt, quivering and throbbing, his hips twitching at her crotch.
He came explosively inside her and her face glowed with joy as the hot
spoot flooded her sodden slit.

A few minutes later, Dias left her dorm. He went to the toilet to wash
and returned to his study. Meghna was already there. She sat naked
behind his desk on his swivel chair, her body bathed in the soft amber
glow from the anglepoise desklamp. Dias stopped in his tracks. Meghna
put her feet on the desk and, spreading her legs wide, leaning back in
her chair, reached down and pulled her cunt-lips open for him.

"Come on, sir," she said huskily. "Come and lick my slit. Then I want
your cock in my ass."

The girl was irresistible. Dias rushed forward with a strangled cry,
ripping off his clothes. Meghna giggled and, as he came towards,
lifted one leg off the desk and then replaced it, with him now between
her thighs. He fell to his knees and thrust his face into her cunt
with a moan. Meghna murmured and smiled softly. His tongue felt good
in her slit. She smiled down at him, caressing his handsome face and
moving his head round and round in her crotch.

"Mmm -- yes -- that's nice -- yes -- tongue-fuck me, sir -- yes --
Ohhh that feels lovely!"

Her cunt tasted heavenly, tangy and very wet. Dias lapped at her
juices. Meghna moaned softly and arched her face, her lips parted, her
nostrils flared. Her buttocks and hips twitched and her body jerked up
and down, making her breasts bounce gently. She slid her hands under
her breasts and lifted them and squeezed them. She rolled her palms
sensuously over her stiff nipples and tweaked them in her fingers. Her
lips parted and her tongue described an erotic, languid arc over her
upper lip, her face turned to one side.

"Ohhhh yes, sir, yes -- Ohhhhhh god Mr. Dias sir yes -- shove your
tongue in, sir Ohhh god oh god oh god yes!"

He found her gorged clit and sucked on it. Meghna gasped, her head
arching steeply. The lust in her loins grew and spread, and she forced
her legs still wider and clenched his head to her cunt, her hands
squeezing her breasts in an erotic frenzy. Dias' tongue swirled
through her cunt-flesh, probing and flickering like liquid lightning,
driving her to paroxysms of delight. Excited by her response, the gym
instructor plied her cunt with his tongue till she came. Meghna moaned
and cried out, her back arching, her breasts hot and hard in her
hands, her head arched back, her hips writhing uncontrollably under
his face.

Dias got to his feet with a smile and, moaning, taking her feet off
the desk, Meghna slipped off the chair to her knees and began sucking
his penis. It was already hard and hot and she sucked it slowly,
moaning deep in her throat, lasciviously working the cock-head with
her tongue. Dias smiled and grunted in pleasure, rocking her head back
and forth, pumping his hips at her face. She pumped his cock in her
fist, licked his balls, sucked his penis again and, holding his hips
now, began to do it rapidly and hungrily as her lust mounted again.
Dias gasped, his hard belly rippling with tension. Meghna thrust a
hand into her crotch and began masturbating.

They fucked on his desk. Dias lay on his back across its length.
Meghna continued sucking him for a while and then, moaning, moved up,
straddling his hips in a low squat, her feet on the desk on either
side of his hips, his penis in her hands, between her thighs. She
lowered her hips, holding his penis, and he gasped as her cunt-lips
slipped around his bulging cock-head. She grinned down at him, pausing
in that deep, strenuous position apparently without effort, one hand
on his shaft, the other on his hard belly, her body leaning forward
slightly.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" She grinned.

He gasped in response, his hands hot on her breasts.

"Watch this," she smiled.

Putting her hands on her hips, taking her weight on her heels, she
swung her hips in a slow, wide, circle. Her cunt swirled around his
cock-head, making him gasp as it convulsed delightfully on his penis.
Again her hips rolled and yet again and then she began rolling them
round and round faster and faster, churning her cunt with his cock.
Her lips parted and her nostrils flared and her breathing was sharp
with excitement.

"Oh ma uhhh OHHH yes Oh fuck yes!" She cried.

Her breasts wobbled with her motions and he squeezed them, awed by her
prowess. With a shuddering moan of relief, flinging her head back,
Meghna swung her hips once more and this time, it was a descending
spiral so that with one single twirl, her cunt swallowed his cock
fully. Dias gasped and arched under her, thrusting his penis deep into
her cunt.

She cried out and they began to move, bucking and rocking eagerly on
his desk. Her hips rose and fell, her buttocks flexing and unflexing,
her knees bending and unbending. Her cunt slid up and down the length
of his erect, throbbing shaft, and it glistened as it appeared and
disappeared between her cunt-lips. She leaned forward with her
fingertips on the table and, her head flung back, began moving faster
and faster, slamming her cunt up and down on his penis. Her breasts
bounced and tossed with their movements.

"Ohh sir! Sir! Yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohh yes!" She
cried.

"Take it! Oh yes, take it, bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore!" He
gasped.

She came violently, her cunt convulsing on his penis and her motions
slowed to a heavy up-and-down, crushing stroke, her hips writhing and
grinding and gyrating ecstatically over his. His penis throbbed
ominously in her flesh and she sensed his orgasm. Immediately, she
slipped off his cock. He groaned in despair.

"I want your cum in my ass," she gasped. "Not in my cunt -- c'mon --
fuck my butt!"

Her words inflamed him. She turned around to kneel on the desktop with
her back to him, leaning forward on her front in a *namaz* position,
her buttocks raised, her legs spread. Her tight little anus winked
invitingly. Panting with lust, Dias knelt behind her, and spreading
her buttocks wider with his hands, pressed his cock-head to her anus.
She tensed when she felt his cock-head at her anus, then relaxed and
yielded. He gripped her hips, flexed his buttocks and his huge
cock-head popped into her asshole.

Meghna's head snapped up, her mouth jerked open and the breath rushed
from her throat in a choking gasp. Her ass was incredibly hot and very
tight and it convulsed fiercely on his penis. Dias' head jerked back
as if pulled by an invisible string and he cried out softly.

"More!" She panted. "Give it to me, sir! Do it! Fuck my ass!"

"OHHHHhhunhhhhhAHHHHHHHH!" Her gymnastics instructor moaned,
half-crazy with lust and delight.

His buttocks flexed slowly and his penis surged into her ass. Meghna
gasped and whimpered, her body twisting as she reached behind for his
anus.

"Fuck me!" She gasped. "Oh god yes -- fuck my ass! Do it, sir! Do it!"

She felt no pain, only a searing, indescribable lust. Her hips jerked
and lurched backward, impaling her anus on his throbbing, burning
penis. She gasped. He cried out and, sliding out of her, thrust into
her again. Her body lurched forward with his stroke.

"Again!" She gasped. "Do that again!"

His orgasm was imminent. Dias fucked her ass heavily and slowly,
thrusting his swollen throbbing penis in and out of her cunt, then
going faster and faster, plunging greedily into her hot, convulsing
ass-flesh. Meghna's soft, staccato, choking gasps and moans thrilled
him. He buried his penis in her anus.

"Take it!" He gasped. "Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhhh god yes!"

"Oh sir! Sir! Yes!" she sobbed. "Ohhh god yes! Ohhhh yes! Fuck me,
sir! Ohhh unhhhh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard, sir Ohhhhhhh yes yes
yes!"

He found his rhythm at last and began stroking smoothly in and out of
her anus, swinging his hips from the waist, his taut buttocks flexing
and unflexing. His thighs slapped softly against her buttocks and his
glistening penis appeared and disappeared between the lobes of her
buttocks. He slid his hands up her body and cupped and squeezed her
swinging, bouncing breasts. Crushing them in his hands, he began
moving faster and faster.

Meghna came hard, her cunt and ass spasming and convulsing
frantically. Her anus cramped on his penis and it was too much for him
to bear. With a shuddering cry, he plunged into her and held fast, his
cock quivering in her anus, his hips twitching at her buttocks. Meghna
moaned. He gasped and then his face creased in a smile of joy as the
heat surged out of his cock and spurted in hot, sticky jets into her
tight asshole.

Meghna bowed her head, panting and gasping heavily. Slowly, he eased
his penis out of her and she moaned. Her body sank to the desktop,
trembling and quivering. Dias grinned down at her and caressed her
buttocks and anus with his sticky penis.

"You really liked that, didn't you, whore?" He murmured. "Liked having
it in your ass? "

Slowly, she turned around under him and her face was radiant with
genuine pleasure.

"Shall I tell you the truth, sir?"

He smiled. "You must always tell the truth, young lady."

She giggled. "Well, sir, the truth is, I can't decide where I liked it
more: In my cunt or in my ass or in my mouth."

"To be quite honest, neither can I."

"Well then, sir, there's only one to find out, I guess."

He was on his haunches on the desk and she got up quickly and, tucking
an errant strand of hair behind her ear, bent her head over his crotch
and took his penis in her mouth again. He grunted, then chuckled
softly, caressing her breasts, sliding his hand down her back to her
slit.

She sucked his cock steadily for several minutes and, to his surprise,
succeeded in resurrecting his erection. She licked it slowly, smiling
with satisfaction, savouring the mingled taste of cunt and jizz and
ass on it. Her eyes glittering, she straightened before him.

"I love being fucked," she murmured, quite unneces*sari*ly. "Fuck me!"

Her lips fluttered against his and her tongue rapped at his, slipping
between his lips and into his mouth. Dias squeezed her turgid breasts.
She was the best woman he'd ever known, the best fuck he'd ever had.
She gave utterly and without reserve and there wasn't the least hint
of ennui about her lovemaking. In time, she would be formidable in
bed.

"A penny for your thoughts," she smiled as they went down on the desk
again, her body under his.

"Too cheap," he chuckled, taking her hands in his and stretching her
arms above her head. "Much too cheap."

"So am I," she said. "Very cheap. Free, actually."

"No," he laughed, his penis throbbing between her thighs, "I don't
think you're cheap at all. I think you're priceless. Quite priceless."

"You're sweet," she said, kissing him deeply.

She lifted her hips and he found her cunt-hole and, flexing his
buttocks, entered her slowly.

"Mm -- that's wonderful, sir," she murmured, smiling, kissing him.
"Your cock really is wonderful -- yes -- I think it's nicest in my
cunt -- what do you think?"

He grinned and bent his head to suck her nipples. "Yes, I tend to
agree, Meghna. Your cunt is really good on my cock."

"I want to be fucked all night."

"I want to fuck you all night."

"I'll come here every night."

"Yes. You must."

"Mm -- what a lovely way to study, sir -- the best -- come on now --
fuck me slowly -- make it last -- ohhh yes -- that's nice -- mm,
that's good -- ohhh yes -- do it, sir -- fuck me -- take me like a
whore, sir -- use me!"

Dias fucked Meghna every night for a week. He sated himself with her
body, fucking her repeatedly in her every orifice for hours on end
after lights out. There was not an available surface in his study they
didn't use.

Meghna felt sorry for Alex. She had told him about Dias and although
he agreed to wait out the week, she could see that he didn't like
being deprived. That gave her an idea.

The following week, Dias walked into his study and was thunderstruck
to see Alex and Meghna fucking on his desk. He watched them and then
she looked at him and smiled and invited him to join in. Dias gasped
in surprise and delight.

That night, the two hard-bodied sports instructors fucked the
fifteen-year old repeatedly till she was dizzy with exhaustion. They
took her separately and together in her cunt and mouth and then in her
cunt and ass simultaneously. She was ecstatic and almost fainted with
the intensity of the pleasure from the two huge penises sawing
rhythmically in and out of her teenage flesh.

For the next fortnight, Meghna alternated between the two men during
the week, and, every Saturday night, they fucked her together. Meghna
loved every minute of it and never tired of the fucking, no matter
what they did to her or how often. She only wanted more.

Not long afterwards, the mid-term exam results were announced. Meghna
did poorly. She looked at her report sheets in horror. She had barely
passed a single examination. After lights-out, waiting for the others
to fall asleep so she could go to Dias, Meghna lay on her bunk and
stared silently at the bunk above her. The terrifying figures swam
before her eyes.

She looked at her watch with a sigh. It was almost time. Cautiously,
she slipped out the room. Going down the hall to Dias' room, she saw
the answer.

It was so clear, so elegant in its simplicity that it took her breath
away. She stopped, leaning against the wall, her head bowed, her mind
whirling with excitement and plans. Finally, smiling to herself, she
hurried to Dias.

That night, Meghna pushed Dias to the limit. Apparently insatiable,
she aroused him again and again after every orgasm, with the most
cunning caresses, exploring his body with the sexiest of touches,
using her lips and tongue and teeth and fingers with such skill that
he was almost screaming in an agony of pleasure. She made him fuck her
hard in her cunt and in her ass, drank his jizz, and made him fuck her
again, and yet again. Dias was exhausted when she finally kissed him
goodnight.

Two nights later, she made her first foray into the academics faculty
and snared Trivedi, the Geography teacher. He was in his mid-forties,
slim and well-kept, and randy as hell. He had to be, with a wife who
looked like a buffalo and was just as beddable.

Meghna went into his study one sultry Sunday afternoon, ostensibly to
ask for some help in her schoolwork. Ten minutes after she went in,
she was sucking his cock greedily and, a short while later, he fucked
her savagely on her back on the floor, pounding his seven-inch penis
into her like a demon. She stayed with him for an hour and left him
flushed and gasping and smiling.

Her geography marks improved dramatically. Smiling at the latest
results, Meghna began working through five other subjects, ticking
them off in a little check-list as she went along. English, Music and
Art were beyond reach, since there wasn't anything she could do about
the three doddering spinsters. All the others, in Mathematics,
Physics, Chemistry, Biology and History were male and, three weeks
after she launched what she called Operation Come-A-Lot, Meghna was
fucking them all. The results, on her report sheets, were
astonishingly and uniformly good. Unfortunately, the History teacher,
Gandhi, left the school a few weeks later and one of the old ladies
substituted, forcing Meghna to work harder on the subject. To her
surprise, she found she did well despite the lack of any external aids
or incentives. Turning to English, she worked steadily and that, too,
yielded dividends.

Meghna realised that she was able to get the marks she wanted by
either method. Equally, she found that it was much more fun and far
less effort to use the more informal system. She continued sleeping
with the teachers.

She missed Gandhi, for he was a gentle, avuncular sort with round
glasses. She didn't mind that he had a soft, pudgy body or that his
cock wasn't as big as the others. He was gentle and kind, and where
the others fucked her, Gandhi made love to her, tenderly revelling in
the pleasures of her fifteen-year old flesh.

Then there was Chinua, the soccer coach whom she found very sexy and
quickly seduced late one evening. He was a strong, virile, handsome
man and he was the best tongue-fucker of the lot, for he had a long,
thick, heavy, pointed tongue and he loved the taste of wet cunt. His
penis was a magnificent thing, almost ten inches long and enormously
thick and the first time he went into her, Meghna very nearly fainted
with joy. He filled her to the brim and she thought he would rip her
flesh in two, that it would surely burst from her throat. His cock
touched the inside of her belly and found recesses in her cunt to
explore that none of the others could. Meghna spent long hours taking
soccer coaching and soon became captain of the team. Chinua and she
celebrated with a prolonged fuck in the woods behind the soccer field.

Her marks were not only linked to the sexual favours she dispensed so
liberally, though that certainly helped put her a rung above the rest.
Meghna was an intelligent girl and knew that getting high marks
without knowing very much about the subject in which they were awarded
was bound to arouse suspicion sooner or later. Questions would be
asked and people would talk. That would jeopardize everything and she
wanted to avoid that at all costs. So while she was fucking her
teachers, Meghna also studied seriously and worked hard at gymnastics,
athletics, football, swimming and other sports. She played tennis,
volleyball, squash, badminton and learned horseback riding. The
difference, as she said to Alex, was that the horses needed saddles,
while she much preferred to ride bareback.

Her progress was recognised, and she was appointed Prefect and then
Head Prefect, when she returned with the gymnastics trophy and won an
inter-school elocution competition. By now, very firmly the brightest
star in the school's firmament, Meghna was every schoolgirl's idol,
every schoolboy's fantasy, every school-master's pride and joy.

-- END OF CHAPTER 4 --

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