My two young Lotharios lay grinning beside me, fully aware of my agitation. Yet neither of them so much as made a move towards leaving the bed or putting their clothes back on. Weren't they as scared as I was of being caught in such a compromising position?
1 jerked open a suitcase and threw on a robe, kicking my panties and other clothes under the bed as I did so. I patted my hair into place and hissed "Get the hell off the bed and into the bath room and take every stitch of clothes with you!"
They grudgingly did as I said, much too slowly for my frayed nerves. The girl hadn't knocked again yet; but I could fairly feel her presence on the other side of the door, and I was wondering how the hell I could justify the ungodly time it was taking me to open the door. After all, she was another female. It wouldn't be any big deal for her to see me less than fully clothed.
When I finally opened it, I was faced by a girl about my own age, with hair as blonde as mine was dark, and with a warm smile on her face. She stuck out her hand.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Kate Windstrom. I teach here too. Cliff told me you had arrived and I wanted to stop by and welcome you. We're pretty informal here at Brightwater School."
Her friendly manner was so open and warm that it relaxed me considerably. I shook her hand and stepped back from the door, inviting her inside with a sweep of my fingers.
"How nice of you to come by," I said.
Then I remembered how she had addressed me as "Ms. Ward" when she was knocking on the door. "My name's Millicent," I told her. "Millie to friends. I couldn't help noticing how you called me ‘Ms.' instead of ‘Miss' or ‘Mrs.' That's a welcome thing to bear after my last job, I can tell you."
Kate grinned. "You mean you had to work around male chauvinist pigs who made a big deal out of whether you were married or not? You won't find that here at Brightwater. Not from anyone-women or men. No one here gives a damn about your personal life beyond what you choose to tell them."
I was liking the girl more and more.
"I had to work around enough pigs to make it a big drag to go to work every day… enough of them to make me want to get away to a new job at a place like I hoped thi8 would be. By the way, by old terminology I'm a ‘Miss.' I'm not married."
"Me either," Kate answered. "Haven't yet run across a guy I'd want to be with forever. Not by a long shot."
"I think I'm going to like it here," I admitted. "Seems very low-key and not the least up tight."
"You chose right if that's the kind of place you were looking for," Kate said.
I was still a little squeamish about the state of my bed, even though the boys were hidden away in the bath room. When her eyes wandered to the rumpled bedcovers, it was all I could do to keep my composure and avoid getting red in the face.
"I was pretty bushed after my trip all the way out here," I ventured apologetically. "I… had slipped into bed for a little rest just as soon as I got all my luggage in."
Kate waved her hand understandingly. "No sweat. I know you must be tired so I won't keep you… I want one thing-when you saw Cliff a little while ago, did he have One of the young students with him? A kid named Tim? He said he'd have Tim come by my room this afternoon and give me a hand with some things."
Her last sentence seemed a little strained.
"Tim's a kid, in Cliff's care-group," she explained.
"No," I answered, then quickly changing what I'd said. "Oh yes, wait a minute… that must be the kid Cliff asked to bring my luggage up. But he's gone now. I… don't know where he is."
I hoped I hadn't sounded too devious or nervous I never ‘was a' very good liar.
"What's a ‘care-group,' anyway?" I asked welcoming a chance to change the subject. "Isn't that the word you used?"
"Yes," explained Kate. "That's what we call ‘the group of kids assigned to each teacher here at Brightwater. You'll be getting your care-group yourself. It's sort of like a home-room class in a public school. Only it's much more personal. You know, you get to know the kids better, and you're responsible for them in a more all-inclusive way than simply concern about their academic progress. It's a great system. I dig it."
When Kate left, giving me a friendly wave and saying we would have to get together soon, I was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that I'd finally gotten rid of her without having the boys discovered, in my room, and disappointed that I bad lacked the opportunity to talk longer with her. She seemed like a really nice girl and I was sure that we were going to get along swell as fellow teachers. It was obvious that she was no stick-in-the-mud.
When I opened the bathroom door the boys had all their clothes on. I told them they'd have to leave pronto, but first I wanted to check the hall to make sure no one saw the two of them sneaking out of my room.
"Who's going to sneak?" posed Tim.
"Yeah," parroted Petey, "who's gonna sneak out?"
"It's no big deal for us to be here, Teach," Tim continued. "You think this is the only time we've ever been in a teacher's room? Ha, what a laugh!"
"I'm more than just a teacher," I reminded them. "I'm a female teacher. And a brand-new one at that. If you'd been in some male teacher's room it would be entirely different."
"You don't have to remind us you're female," Tim cracked, a big smile on his face.
"Not hardly," chirped Petey. "Not after-"
"Just keep your traps shut," I scolded, feeling myself start to get red in the face. "And if r ever hear of either one of you repeating what happened here, I'll… I'll… "
I couldn't think of anything for a proper threat, so I ended by warning them, "You'd just better not, that's all!"
Even though they wore halfway through the door way, Tim was still blabbing.
"You mean you didn't like it?" he accused incredulously. "You're never gonna make us believe that. Right, Petey?"
"Right!" exclaimed his partner in crime.
"What… what took place here this afternoon was… was something very unusual," I stammered. "… Something that'll never happen again, I can assure you. Just remember that, and see that you don't mention it again. Understood?"
"Okay, okay," they nodded.
But just before I closed the door behind them Tim flung a parting shot. "Better watch what you're doing, Teach," he snickered, pointing to my chest. "Looks like something's trying to get out of there. And if it does, you just might get all hot and bothered again-especially if-"
"Goodbye!" I said, closing the door behind them with finality and breathing a sigh of relief.
I looked down at the front of my robe and sure enough, one of my boobs had somehow become bared all the way to the point. A nipple was peeping out from the folds, in plain view of whoever might have been, there to see it.
I tugged it closer and thought of the view I'd accidentally given the two boys. They had seen plenty of me, for sure, and hardly needed more in fact, they had seen (and done!) more than enough to get me fired from any normal school!
I went ahead, unpacking and musing over everything that had happened. I could only hope and pray that Brightwater was as liberal and open-minded as I had been made to think. If, not, I was going to be in big trouble.
I took a long, luxurious bath after setting my room straight, then went to bed very early. But I must say I didn't go to sleep as quickly as unusual. There was one main fact I had been avoiding… a fact that I could not help but dwell on with increasing intensity and shame. I, a 25-year-old grown woman, bad just allowed myself to be roundly fucked and sucked by boys only twelve and fourteen years old. They were barely more than children!
What did this mean about me? I would never in my life have imagined myself allowing such a disgusting thing to happen to me. Did what had taken place mean I was, for some unexplained reason, turning into a sex freak of the filthiest kind-a woman who got her kicks by seducing kids less than half her age? Of course, I tried to argue to myself, I hadn't exactly seduced them. It was quite the other way around. But even so, I had to admit that I bad participated, once aroused, with the greatest gusto.
Besides, there bad been the night below my window, the woman and, boy going at it in the bushes when I had first entered the room. It had made me so hot I had to get on my knees and masturbate right on the spot. Surely that had something to do with my letting myself get involved with Tim and Petey, didn't it? Well, it would never happen again, I consoled myself. It had been one of those one-of-a-kind incidents that occurs in every girl's life. When she suddenly finds herself with panties so hot shell do anything for relief.
It would never happen again, I ‘repeated to myself as I fell asleep. Yet in my dreams that night, I saw young adolescents with their pants open and their little organs sticking out… kids as young as Petey and even younger… mere children with hard little cocks as stiff and straight bones.
And the woman in my dreams who fingered those childish cocks, who jacked them off and played with them, and sucked "them and sucked them until their fat little heads shot off like milky fountains,… that woman had been me.
Me and me alone in the morning I found myself so wet and hot in the pussy I had to masturbate before I dared get up from bed. I was so horny that if I hadn't brought myself off I would have been tense and nervous all day.
But when I did it, I thought of one of my old boy friends, a manly guy with a hairy chest and a big cock that reamed me out like a roto-rooter. I consciously avoided any thoughts of younger men or kids… of anything the least bit immature.
I dressed and hurried to the first faculty meeting. It was extremely informal and quite abort, leaving me with the general impression that I was very much on my own in dealing with my "caregroup," which would be assigned to me the next day. I was told by the Headmaster, a Mr. Ian Carmichael, that my acceptance as a teacher at Brightwater meant that I was automatically credited with being sensible and creative enough to see that my students received proper instruction in the various subjects they were expected to absorb, and that my methods and day-to-day teaching plan would be almost entirely up to my own idea of what was best.
Mr. Carmichael-Ian-was an ancient soul, seventy or more, who insisted on being called simply by his first name. He left early, and the rest of the meeting was scarcely more than an introduction to the other teachers. There were no more than ten in the entire school, which was plenty since the student body was composed of only about seventy or eighty' students, who ranged from six to seventeen. Most of the kids attending were in the lower and middle age groups, with only a few over fifteen.
I saw Cliff again, the teacher who ‘had helped me have my baggage moved in, of course. And I saw Kate, who was as friendly as ever. Two others who seemed especially nice to me were Carrie Simons, a striking brunette only a couple of years older than me, and Percy Chileott, a rather effeminate man in his early forties. Cliff, a good-looking man if greying hair and a chiseled features turn you on, seemed to be giving me the eye quite a bit. It made me feel good to have his attention, but I didn't respond openly.
Soon t was walking down the hail with Kate.
"We have two new students coming in today," she said. I agreed to join her in welcoming them. I knew that at Brightwater, a school located in' the lush green mountains of the California coast, was attended almost exclusively by kids from quite wealthy families-actors, company heads, and jetsetters of every kind, for the most part-and that their parents expected a great deal of personal attention for their children.
Just how personal that attention was, however, I was soon to learn, was something that truly shocked me. And if the kids parents had found out, I'm quite sure they would have been astonished and scandalized, to say the least.
We met the kids in the large, plush reception area and introduced ourselves. One was a ten-year-old boy and the other an eleven-year-old girl, the son of a well-known scientist and the daughter of a prominent painter. Their names were Kenny and Caroline: they were both very attractive and healthy children.
Kate explained that she would personally explain Brightwater to them, its rules, privileges and "special fun," as she called it. I was to see them again that night at dinner. We all went to another room.
Then she took me aside and ushered me to a hidden room above, where I was to observe (through a two-way mirror) and listen (through concealed microphones) how she handled the kids.
I was amazed at the procedure and said so.
"Why do I have to do this in secret?" I protested.
"Why can't I just stay with the three of you and-"
"You'll find out, Millie," Kate said in a helpful, but mysterious, tone of voice. "If you bad been here at Brightwater for a while, you could stay with us. But I'm sure you'll agree, after you see what goes on, that that's a lot you don't yet know about this school as well as things the children themselves don't yet know. By taking it all in from up here in this special observation room, you can see what happens without the kids knowing anyone is watching."
I didn't understand why it should be important for the kids to be so alone with her, but I did as she said and went to the chair she pointed out in the observation room. A few minutes later she went back down the stairs to the kids. She immediately put things on a first-name basis with them. The boy's name was Kenny and the girl's name was Caroline.
They both knew the school rules and regulations (which were very few!) from what their parents had told them before sending them there, since Brightwater provided all prospective parents with a full supply of booklets and brochures on all technical ‘details of the school's operation. So far I couldn't imagine why sate had insisted that I remain hidden from view.
Then my fellow teacher began talking to them about themselves. At first it was routine fare, such as how many pets they had back home, and what their names were, and things about their brothers 4'and sisters. It turned out they were each an "only child," having no one else in the family except ‘their mothers and fathers. Kate pointed out that although they would each have their own rooms at the school, there would nevertheless be many occasions when it would be necessary for them to be in very close touch with other kids.
"It won't be like the schools you've been going to," she reminded them. "You'll be living much' closer together with the other students here. Not just in class, but for meals and also at night. Even around where others are sleeping."
They both nodded, although with some hesitance.
It was clear to them that Kate's conversation was about to move in realms neither of them was prepared for. Then it was out. Kate suddenly got ‘to the point, in a way which made little Kenny blush.
"Since you'll be seeing older girls around their bedrooms from time to time, there's something I should ask you, Kenny," she posed to him. "Have you ever seen a girl without her clothes on? Do you know what a girl looks like underneath her underwear?"
Note: pages 47 and 48 are missing from this books. would have never Imagined myself doing even in my wildest imagination. The fact that I was twenty-five years old, and my two most recent lovers had been only fourteen and twelve, was still very much on my mind.
"You kids sure are quiet," she said to them in a rather chiding way. "Couldn't be that I'm embarrassing you, could it? They both shook their heads. Neither one wanted "to appear "chicken" in front of the other. Caroline even went a little farther and spoke up.
"Heck no," she said, with bravado in her slightly trembling voice, "you're not… you're not embarrassing me. I know about stuff like that. My parents aren't complete squares."
"Then you admit you like seeing what a boy has between his legs, Caroline?" asked Kate.
This was a much too directly personal question for the kid, but she handled it as deftly as possible.
"Well sure," she replied, "if you want to talk like that. I… I like to… you know-get a peek once in a while at some boy. Especially since I don't have any brothers."
"What do you call the thing between a boy's legs?" Kate pursued, obviously relishing the conversation.
Kenny looked at Caroline with a "betcha-won't-answer-that-one" expression on his face.
But she promptly responded. "Peter," she said. She giggled nervously, then repeated the word. "I just call it a ‘peter,' I guess; I don't know. I don't say it much."
"Why not?" asked Kate. "You mean you can't talk about ‘peter,' as you call it, in front of your parents?"
"Gosh no," the girl said. "I told you my parents aren't complete squares, but they're too square for me to talk about things like that in front of."
"Well, honey," Kate said, "now that you're at Brightwater things are going to change for you. And for the better, too. You're not only allowed to talk about things, you're going to be allowed to see them, too."
Both kids looked at her with new interest.
"Kenny, why don't you let Caroline see what's in your pants?" Kate said. "She's admitted she likes to take a peek whenever she gets the chance. Why don't you give her a look at yours?"
If the color of his face had been red before, it was now flaming. Before answering her, he licked his dry lips and moved restlessly in his chair.
"I'm not afraid to," he finally replied, "if she's not afraid to look."
"Stay where you are, Caroline," Kate instructed, "and watch. I'm going to give Kenny a little assistance. Stand up so I can-"
But Kenny interrupted her: "You mean right here," he asked. "And right now? Somebody'll come through here and see us."
"No, that's impossible," Kate explained. "This room is a very special place. You don't have to worry about anyone happening by. A few other teachers and I call this the indoctrination room… we set it aside for greeting new students and introducing them to the ways of the school. No one else will enter as long as we're using the room… unless I give permission."
I couldn't help but notice how Kate entirely avoided saying anything about me, and how I was at that moment seeing and hearing everything that went on and what she was telling the kids was really amazing me. Apparently, more than one teacher at Brightwater engaged in whatever went on there. It sounded like a secret society or something, from the way she told it.
Kenny stood up as she had directed, and Caroline was all eyes. The kid was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Kate sat down in front of him and turned him slightly sideways, so Caroline wouldn't miss anything from where she was sitting several feet away on the other aide of the room. Kate put her hands on his young shoulders and trailed her fingers down the front of his T-shirt. She rubbed his hard little stomach and, after a few circular passes around the area of his navel, let her fingertips drop past his belt buckle to his fly.
She patted him lightly and said, "I can feel it right now, Caroline, without even going inside. It appears that your schoolmate here has a bit of a hard-on. Know what that is?"
"I think I do," the young girl said hesitantly. "It's when a boy's peter swells up and gets bigger than it usually• is. And longer, and kinda stiff."
"You aren't so dumb, are you, honey?" Kate smiled. "I guess that's pretty good for eleven years old. Do you know what makes a boy get that way, though?"
Caroline grinned widely but made no reply. I couldn't tell for sure whether the kid knew the answer and. just didn't want to say it, or whether she didn't know the answer but didn't want to admit it to Kate.
She looked at Kenny and smiled naughtily. "It's because I'm touching it through your pants, right, Tiger? And because of what we've been talking about. I bet you've got a real nice one in there, don't you? For a ten-year-old, you feel pretty big to me and I've had my hands on quite a few of these delicious things in my life… men's and boys' both."
Besides being red in the face, the boy was now sweating some. I could clearly see sweat on his upper lip, and was pretty sure his underarms and crotch must be pretty wet too. I glanced at Caroline and noticed she seemed to be pressing her legs together very tightly, almost as though she was afraid something would get out. I think she must have been getting a damp pussy from watching what was going on and was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to hide from herself the warm, wet reality of her budding sexuality.
I felt myself getting a bit worked up, and I couldn't help but remember how I had been at the age of eleven or so-I'd find myself with a wet cunt from dirty thoughts or something, but I would have died if anyone knew.
Kate was quite obviously delighting in what she was doing. She felt him up some more through his pants, then carefully took in hand the zipper of his fly. She saw how avidly Caroline was watching the proceedings, and said, "You'd probably like to have your fingers on him, wouldn't you, sweetie? I just want you to watch, though. I'll take care of everything else."
Kate inched down the zipper, pausing to watch Kenny's face as she did so. The kid seemed to be poised on the brink of shame or fear, but it was also apparent that he liked what was being done to him, even if he was too scared to show it.
Kate's fingers slipped inside and made Kenny start. I wished I could have seen the actual touch of her hand on his little' cock, but it was all done inside his pants. Seconds later she pulled it out, its small red knob glistening like some beautiful and exotic young fruit. Her hand enclosed the shaft at first, but then she opened it up so that his throbbing little cock lay in her palm in plain sight of Caroline.
"Okay, sweetie," Kate said to her, "take a good look. Here's what a ‘peter' looks like when it's out in the open. And this is a pretty nice-sized one for a ten-year-old, if I do say so myself."
Kate slipped her lingers up and down the shaft a couple of times, and even though she did it quite slowly, Kenny was' nearly overcome by the pleasure.
His legs wavered and it looked like he was in no shape to keep standing up. What he needed was to lie down, or at least sit down. She saw his need and quickly obliged him.
"Sit here," She said, guiding him a couple of steps backward to a couch.
He sat down without her hand ever coming off his cock for a second. He gazed down into his lap in wonder and delight as she continued her activity.
"See, Caroline," she said, "a boy likes to have himself rubbed like this?'
The girl was goggle-eyed. Not only was the kid's cock being openly displayed to her, but it was being masturbated as well. I wondered whether Caroline even knew what it was to masturbate-at least for a boy to be masturbated. I was pretty sure she knew how it was for a girl.
Caroline tried to hide how much she liked having her eyes on the kid's cock at first, but eventually she was more open about it and just sat there staring at it with quite obvious enjoyment.
Kate didn't leave it at that, however.
"Kenny," she said, "I think Caroline's ready to learn more about a boy's cock than just how it looks. Let's show her what it can do, all right?"
The boy wasn't quite up it. He wasn't sure exactly what Kate meant. "I… I don't know what you mean," he mumbled. "I don't know if I… if I can or not."
"Don't worry, little lover," Kate assured him, "it'll come naturally. I'll show you exactly what to do. You like what I'm doing to you right now, don't you? You like how this feels, don't you? Don't you?"
Kate was only teasing by asking the questions.
With every word she uttered, her hand was going up and down his little cock, and there couldn't have been a doubt in her mind about how good it was making him feel. The kid was sweating like a trooper.
"Well sure," Kenny said, and his voice was trembling, "sure I do… yeah!"
"You must have wondered what it's like to see a woman naked," she said with a slow smile. "I'm going to show you."
Kate unbuttoned her blouse and her tits popped out. They were nice ones, real nice… about what I would have expected them to be. But I never would have guessed there would be any occasion for me to see them.
Kenny's cock lacked the attention of her hands now, but the sight of her naked boobs was more than enough to keep up his excitement. His childish cock trembled in his lap like a live-wire.
"You… you're not even wearing any underwear," gushed the kid, apparently quite surprised at the absence of a bra.
"No, honey," Kate explained, "I don't need one. See how my tits stand out without sagging? Very few girls wear bras these days unless they have to in order to keep their tits from sagging down. Except for the ones who think they have to in order to be ‘nice.'"
But such explanations as this were much too cerebral for the boy to be interested in, at such a moment as this was becoming. Re looked like somebody seeing his first pair of knockers, and what followed made me sure of it. Kate took over the entire affair and not only showed him ‘things but made him touch them. She took his wrists in her hands and moved his open palms and fingers across the soft skin of her tits, pausing a long time at the nipples.
Caroline looked very uncomfortable in spite of her undisguised interest in what was going on.
Kate noticed her and spoke up to make her feel better.
"Thinking about how small yours are in comparison to mine?" she asked. "Don't let it bother you, sweetie in just a few years yours will be just as big. Those little mosquito bites on your chest are going to swell up fast from now on. You look like you've got a pretty good start right now. If you want to know the truth, I didn't have as much titty as you've got even when I was thirteen. And look how nice mine are now. You don't have a thing to worry about."
Caroline seemed relieved. It appeared Kate had correctly guessed what was bugging her.
As for me, I couldn't keep my eyes off Kenny's immature little cock. I couldn't imagine how Kate was able to talk so much at the same time she was actually doing it. If I'd been in her position, I'm sure I couldn't have stayed so cool and methodical. I was getting plenty hot in my little hidden-away watching place just from watching the stuff my fellow teacher was doing. I knew damned well Kate's cunt must be plenty steamed up… and the way little Caroline was squeezing those knees of hers together made it plain that even her young pussy was all excited.
"Let me get those pants off for you, sugar," Kate told the kid. Now she was getting down to action. With her big tits bobbing, she drew his pants off over his feet and went right on to his shorts. As she pulled them down, his stiff cock impeded their progress until ‘Kate pressed it flat onto a thigh. I could tell she was wanting it bad, now. She unbuttoned his shirt, and had it off and her. She had left his shoes and socks on, and I on the floor in one second flat, then lay down on the thick carpet and pulled him down beside found that somehow stimulated me. The kid was flaked as a jaybird except for his brown shoes and black seeks4 which had fallen loose around his ankles.
Kate drew his face to her chest and unceremoniously directed a taut nipple to his lips. He accepted it with no hesitation. I'm sure it was the first time since he was a baby that he'd had his mouth on one, but he began sucking on it and burrowing his nose and cheeks into the soft flesh as though he'd been sucking tits for all those years.
Now his naked body was tight against the front of Kate's. His cock was pressing her in the crotch but she still had her skirt on. It was time to make him do a little work, I guess she decided. She put one of his hands on the waistband of her skirt and asked him to unbutton it and take it off.
He was very awkward about it, but he finally had it off with a little wiggling assistance from her. She kicked off her shoes and lay there with nothing left on but her panties, pale yellow ones with a noticeable dampness over the crotch.
"Go ahead, little lover," she urged him. "Take my panties off. You're going to find something in there you'll really like."
As he did what she told him, Kate encircled his cock with her fingers and began giving the business again. He was so young be didn't have a single hair growing around his balls, yet his stiff little organ stood up as proud as a toy soldier. His balls were surprisingly full and bouncy, even though their surface was unmarked by the slightest trace of hair. It made me feel like a real deviate to gaze at the child's organs and be so turned by what I saw, but I was so hot by then that I really ‘had very little control over ‘my thought processes. All I knew was that my cunt was hot to trot-land that I'd have given plenty to be down there on the floor in Kate's place with the little boy's cock in my crotch and his mouth on one of my tits.
She guided one of his hands to the damp part of her panties and stroked it up and down across the swollen protuberance of her mound. I couldn't help myself. I had to have something in my own panties, and I had to have it fast. Seeing the kid's hand on her panties like that and knowing damned well it was soon going to be inside, on her wet cunt, was too much for me. I raised my skirt and started feeling myself up. At first I did it against the thin fabric of my panties the way he was doing to her, but I couldn't stand to daily around very long and soon had my fingers inside on the moist meat of my pussy.
Kenny was hotter than ever before. His earlier shyness had all but disappeared.
"Can I put my peter in your panties and rub you with it?" he asked, his voice broken by the rasps of his deep breathing.
"You little angel," purred Kate, "that's exactly what I want you to do. Slip my panties down so you can get to my cunt."
He did her bidding at once and I had a clear view of his lovely little organ pressing its tip into the hairy bush of her suddenly visible pussy. She exhaled in relief as its fiery red knob disappeared into the center. Seeing it happen was almost as good as having it done to me. I was watching them so closely that I felt I could nearly share Kate's feelings… I slipped the end of my finger against my clit and really began letting myself have it. I kept it up ‘till I knew I was going to bring myself off soon, no matter how fast Kate and Kenny progressed.
Kate and Kenny were only part of the show, as far as I was concerned. They were the biggest part and the beat part, but they weren't all of it by a long shot. Caroline was rubbing her legs back and forth like a grasshopper in the background, though not daring to use her hands on herself. But the main thing was what I was doing to myself.
With such a clear view of Kate and Kenny, I was able to let my imagination soar and pretend I was the one with his little cock inside her.
I started jamming my ass back and forth in my seat, and with my eyes firmly fixed on that beautiful little prick moving in and out of Kate's cunt, I brought myself off. The knowledge that I was watching them on purpose, even at the invitation of one of the participants, was wildly exciting to me. I kept my fingers going and enjoyed a second wonderful climax.
I sat back against the back of my seat and caught my breath, then slipped my panties down around my ankles to give my poor pussy a little breathing space. I opened my legs and smelled the sharp, musky scent of my love juices wafting up from below.
Kate had the kid positioned directly between her legs and had both bands on the cheeks of his hard little ass. Kenny pumped away like a pro, even though I'm sure it was absolutely his first fuck. The loving guidance of his teacher, I decided, was surely responsible for his superior performance. Could he come, I wondered? How could a kid too young to even have hair on his balls be able to shoot off?
Whether he could or not, I could plainly see that Kate was on the way to getting hers. She bad begun breathing real hard and fast just as I'd been doing; and was pulling the kid's young body against her own with greater and greater pressure at each, stroke of his tool. A few seconds later and she came off. The little squeals of pleasure, and the way she scrunched up the muscles of her face at the last moment, were unmistakable indications of her final release.
But the kid just kept pumping away as though nothing had happened. He was huffing and puffing with no sign of a let-up. Once again I wished it were my pussy getting fucked. Kenny was so young he had great stamina, which more than made up for the comparatively small size of his pre-adolescent prick.
Kate was in control again, now that she bad had her climax. Even though Kenny was jabbing away at her pussy as excitedly as ever, she was able to turn her attention, to Caroline and carry on a reasonable conversation.
"See how good a boy's cock can make a girl feel, honey?" she said to the youngster. "I wanted you to see more than just what one Looks like, and Kenny has obliged by showing you."
She grinned at the little girl and said, "Of course I know I had to help some with the demonstration, but he was right in there pitching. Or be is, I should say."
Caroline managed a weak and embarrassed smile of acknowledgment. "I… I'd heard older girls talk about it before," she said, "but I never saw anyone really doing it."
"Keep watching and you're going to see a lot more," invited Kate. "The little devil hasn't come yet, but I'm going to help him make it. I'm going to make your new little friend so hot he'll have a goddamned fit!"
Kate then immediately rolled out from under him, grabbing his cock in her hand and keeping up the motion he'd been getting from her cunt. She gave him a quick kiss as she jacked him off and winked at Caroline over his shoulder. She dropped her mouth down the front of his firm young body and gave him a couple of passing licks when she came to his boy-tits and navel, then dove straight into his hot little crotch.
"Didn't get off yet, did you, honey?" she queried. "Don't worry, I'm going "to bring you off real fast, and you're going to love it."
Her last words were a bit blurred to my ears because of her mouth settling onto the head of his dick. I wondered if Caroline had heard them and whether she knew what was about to happen. The girl sat forward in her seat and eyes widened at the spectacle before her. Kate, her naked body glistening with sweat and her firm boobs bouncing as she moved, was giving the kid a blow job he'd never forget.
Kenny lay back and gasped like a fish out of water. He moved his ass up and down and drove his precocious piston into the wet warmth of Kate's welcome mouth.
Jesus, I thought to myself, can a kid that young really shoot off? Doesn't a boy have to be at least old enough to have hair on his balls before he can come?
My unspoken question was answered in short order. He began gyrating his ass crazily beneath her, started turning his head from side to side as though he was having a spasm, then grunted hard and flopped his arms backwards to the carpet as though were completely exhausted.
For a few minutes Kate lay beside him, softly caressing his back, chest and legs. Then she got up and led him to an adjoining bath room. As they passed Caroline, Kate motioned for her to follow them.
"Come on, sweetie," she said to the girl, "and we'll wash ourselves off. You do look a little messed up yourself, you know, even though you weren't in on the honest-to-goodness fucking."
Caroline glanced at her obviously wet crotch and her face again turned crimson~ but she got up and meekly followed them without any protests. They were out of ray sight inside the bathroom so I could no longer see what was going on. I used the time to get a tissue and wipe myself off. Masturbating my cunt had made me so wet I was all squishy between my legs and I knew If I didn't wipe off I'd melt of sex all day long.
When Kate came back into the room she was fully dressed. She came up to my watching room and we talked about what had just gone on between her and the kids.
"Where are they now?" I asked.
"After I made them all sweet and clean again," she said with a grin indicating they had both been something less than that, "I dressed Kenny and took them both to their new rooms."
"I can hardly believe what I just saw," I admitted. "I knew Brightwater was very liberal and thought the kids here would probably be allowed to neck fairly openly on campus, but I never dreamed any student would get to indulge in outright tucking. Net with a teacher, at any rate. And not at such young ages as Kenny and Caroline I"
Kate was amused at my astonishment. "That's why I wanted to make sure you got to see everything," she said. "Since you're the newest one on the teaching staff, I wanted to bare all our secrets to you the first day here so you wouldn't freak out. Brightwaters is quite liberal, of course, and the kids do neck openly on campus. A couple of years ago they were allowed to stay overnight in each other's rooms, so you can imagine what that led to. But we had the tacit approval of the parents. So long as we maintain effective birth control measures, the parents see sex between their kids as a healthy part of growing up and an integral part of their education. Most of them are quite liberal themselves, you know, and realize the importance of having their children grow up in as realistic an atmosphere as possible. And for the money they pay to send their little darlings to this place, they expect the very best and most modern education available."
I was beginning to understand that Brightwater was quite an incredible place, and that it was much more advanced than I would have ever dreamed. I felt renewed honor at having been chosen to teach there.
"What a place!" I exclaimed. "But how about sex between the kids here and an instructor, like you just got through doing? I could see how ultramodern parents might condone sex among the kids but do they approve of sex between their kids and the teachers here?"
Kate regarded me with a conspiratorial smile. "Not quite," she admitted. "No, the parents of these kids aren't that liberal. So that's the one part of the curriculum we keep under wraps. What it amounts to is that all the teachers here know about it and most of them participate. The few who don't actively take part approve of it intellectually at least, so no one rocks the boat. The only reason they don't take part in sex with the kids is because they either happen to be too old to dig sex much with anybody, or because they lack the guts to admit they are personally interested in having sex with kids. And remember, we have kids here as old as seventeen-nearly grown, and old enough, to have sex by almost anyone's standards."
I was truly amazed at the information I was getting. "You mean even old Mr. Carmichael? The headmaster? He knows about all this stuff too?"
"You bet your life old Ian knows about it," she retorted. "And don't let his age surprise you. The old duffer can still get it up just fine. As a matter of fact none of us would be able to get it on with the kids if it weren't for his approval. It would be too risky, and we would all stand a chance of losing our jobs. But when the ‘boss' himself indulges in our little games, who's to worry-right?"
She paused and lit a cigarette. "Ian has his own favorite ‘kink,' you know," Kate went on. "His thing is the really young ones… the six and seven-year-olds are the ones that he gets his kicks from, and eight years old is tops for him. If Caroline had been younger, I'd have saved her for him."
"But she didn't get fucked," I said, "she only watched. She hasn't exactly been used up."
"True," Kate agreed, "but if she had been the age old Ian likes, I wouldn't even have let her do that much. He likes to break them in his own way. You know, holding them in his lap and fingerfucking them, getting them to talk about it and everything when he can."
She took a long drag off her cigarette. "Speaking of Caroline, did you notice how hot she got from watching us? She was so damned wet between the legs I had to wash her off almost as much as myself. She seemed to dig having me touch her, too. I think she has a definite possibility of being turned on to other females. If she's around here long enough, of course, she will be."
The way Kate spoke presented me with the sudden realization that my fellow teacher might be something of a lez herself, but I let it pass. After all, as a member of her sex I could hardly discuss the matter without opening myself up to a pass from her if she did have lea inclinations. She was an awfully attractive woman, I had to admit. But I quickly put the~ idea out of my head. I hadn't ever been so wild as to get into that scene.
I changed the subject. "Yes, I couldn't help noticing how worked up she got from watching you two," I agreed, "but there's something else that attracted my curiosity more."
"I'll bet!" she chimed. "Like seeing Kenny's little cock go to work on me, huh?"
"Yes, but there's something more specific," I said. "It's something I'd never thought ‘of before because I've never had any experience with kids."
"Yes?" she urged, wanting to know what it was.
"Well, it's about shooting ‘off," I told her. "Can can a kid as young as Kenny really shoot a load of come? I would have thought a boy would have to be at least old enough to have hair in the crotch before he could do that."
"That's something a lot of people are surprised to discover the truth about," she replied. "The truth is a boy can come at any age if he's properly stimulated. As far as actually shooting off sperm, you're right-he can't do that until he's old enough for his nuts to manufacture it."
I was surprised. "A kid that young can really come, huh?"
"Sure," she said. "The feeling's there. The only difference is that nothing comes out the end of his prick when be reaches climax, that's all."
"I've known a few guys my age well enough to talk about it," I countered, "and none of them ever had been able to come that young. How do you figure that?"
"It's simple," she answered. "Think back. How many of them do you suppose were ever properly excited and fully stimulated for a long enough period of time by someone who was old enough to know what she were doing?"
I saw her point. It was just lack of opportunity that kept most guys from discovering their potential for sex at early ages.
"I guess you're right," I admitted. "It certainly looked like Kenny was getting his. I guess he really was, wasn't he? And the only difference between him and older boys is that he didn't shoot off at the peak of orgasm."
"Right," she said. Then she added another proof of her contention. "And how about yourself? If you're like a lot of girls, you were able to come long before your tits started growing and you sprouted hair on your pussy. Even if you didn't recognize the feeling for what it was. When you were a little girl, didn't you ever bring yourself off by accident… like when sliding down a banister or riding, a horse or fooling around with your little cunt while you were in the bath or exploring it in bed at night when no one was around to catch you?"
I nodded affirmatively. I didn't elaborate by discussing it. It sort of made me uneasy to be discussing things so intimately feminine with a girl my own age. There was the lurking feeling that Kate might be bisexual, and I didn't want to get too involved in the subject with her at the moment.
"Then it shouldn't surprise you too much to learn that males have the same capability," she said. "Both sexes have basically the same nervous system. It's primarily the physical equipment that's different, not the manner of responding."
I was ready to concede she was right at this point. I felt like a successful member of a sex education class or something.
"Let's go back to ‘our rooms," Kate suggested.
"It's almost time for lunch."
I could hardly believe so much had taken place in such a short time, but she was right. We were barely halfway into the day. I couldn't help musing over the, revelations of the morning as we walked back up to our rooms together.
"The other teachers are all in on everything, huh?" I asked, wanting to make sure of that important fact.
"Sure," she repeated. "All of them know and approve, and most of them participate. Of the ones you've talked to for example, I've already told you about Ian. And Cliff, be digs it. Now Carrie, the brunette you met at the meeting who's a couple of years older than us, she's one of the ones who only approves of our scene intellectually. She claims she has absolutely no interest in a male unless he's her own age or very near it. I have my own ideas, though. I think she would really like getting it on with young kids as much as the rest of us but she's just too inhibited to do it. I think she'd love to have a kid's prick in her panties, deep down no pun intended-but Just isn't open enough to admit it… even to herself."
"Really?" I said.
"That's my opinion," she maintained.
I was still thinking of the other teachers. "Cliff's not so bad-looking, is he?" I ventured.
"No, he's a pretty nice guy," Kate said. "I imagine he's pretty good in bed too, but I have no way of knowing for sure. Re digs on the kids more than on women his own age." She laughed. "Can't say that I blame him, though, since I prefer kids to men my age. For me to criticize him would really be a case of the pot calling the kettle black."
After I changed clothes and freshened up a bit, I went down to lunch. Although the students and teachers of Brightwater were much closer than at ordinary schools and maintained close academic and social contact, I was glad to find that at least the faculty took its meals in a separate dining room. The teachers customarily occupied the same seating arrangement every day, and I was pleased to find that I had been assigned to sit at the table with Kate, Cliff and Carrie.
Ian was seated a few tables away, and exchanged a pleasant greeting with me as I passed. He came by the table for a minute and paused, winding his way through a few other tables where other members of the faculty were eating.
"I hope you're enjoying your position here at Brightwater, Millie," he said, addressing me by my first name and reminding me that he expected the same. With a knowing look he added, "I understand Kate has… ahem… explained some of the more unusual aspects of our educational institution to you."
"Yes, she has," I replied, unable to keep a smile from my lips. "Kate gave me a rather thorough introduction this morning when two new students arrived."
"I know you're going to get along fine here, Millie," he said before leaving our table.
It seemed he was pleased that I exhibited no negative attitude when he mentioned the "unusual aspects" of the school.
"So Kate showed you the ropes, huh?" said Cliff.
"I guess you'd call it that," I said.
"Yes, we do have our little departures from standard teacher-student relationships here at Brightwater," offered Carrie. "I think it's fair to call this a very broad-minded faculty."
It was somewhat of a surprise to me to hear anything about the matter from Carrie, since Kate had told me Carrie was one of the few teachers at the school who didn't participate in the affair. Apparently the rest of what I'd been told was also true-that although she didn't go for it personally, she had no objections to other faculty members doing so.
The rest of the meal was spent in casual small talk, except for a remark Cliff made just before leaving the table.
"By the way," he commented in an innocent manner, "I hope Tim and Petey helped you out enough with the luggage. Did they stay around long enough to see that you had everything in order?"
"Why, yes… yes, they took care of things for me!" I answered, taken aback by his reference to them.
As he walked away I couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was a knowing and somewhat bantering smile or simply his normal way of smiling. But I had every reason to suspect the former. It had been Cliff, after all, who brought Tim by my room that first afternoon to "help me with my luggage." Events since that time bad made me suspicious that Cliff had every right to know what was in the horny kid's mind, and that maybe he had even put him up to it. The clincher was that Cliff had referred not just to Tim, but to Petey as well. Yet Petey had arrived on the scene well after Cliff had left, making it a sure thing that Cliff knew more than he was letting on by his seemingly innocuous comment as he left the table.
That afternoon I had nothing more than a little paper work to do so I finished it quickly and headed for the beach. I went alone on purpose. The beach was near the school but was not private, so anyone could go there. I wanted a little time away from the rest of the faculty to sort things out.
It was very sparsely occupied. I lay down in my mini-bikini and began applying suntan lotion to my legs, tummy and arms. Before I'd been there more than a few minutes I overheard one boy say to another. "Hey, wonder who that chick is. I've never seen her here before."
His companion replied, "I don't know, man, but I'd sure like to find out. She's got a great set of tits on her."
The first boy whispered, "Yeah, and look at those nice long legs. How'd you like to have them wrapped around you, hub? I bet she'd be hot slut in bed."
By the time they had passed out of earshot I had had my ego built up quite a bit. Better still, I realized I was in a position to have some unexpected fun. The two boys, who were around sixteen or so, were definitely Brightwater students-yet they hadn't recognized me as being a new teacher. I was pretty sure they were students at the school because I had seen them in the hall that very afternoon. If other boys came by who hadn't yet seen me around school, it might be fun to try to get one turned on and try to seduce him. The fact that he wouldn't know I was a Brightwater teacher, and would be ignorant of knowledge of his probable relationship with the other teachers, made it more exciting to me.
Just then a slim, dark boy about fifteen lay down in the sand a few yards away from me. I'd never seen him before, but knew him as a Brightwater student by his name printed on his towel.
I had my back to him but I could see his reflection in my sun glasses. Boldly, as though I hadn't noticed his presence, I untied the back of my bikini bra and let it lie on my stomach. I didn't leave that much showing, but I had a good idea there was enough titty uncovered to give him a little charge.
To my pleasure, I noticed a definite indication of his approval and interest. And in a very sensual way, too. The center of his bathing suit began to move upward into the sun, showing off a fat swelling that made my crotch tingle with a certain very familiar warmth.