"Seven!" I cried. "You can't be serious. I mean, getting it on with boys in addition to men is one thing… or even boys instead of men… but a seven-year-old is nothing but a child. Just a little kid. That would really be robbing the cradle!"
"You'll be surprised at how erotic a little seven-year-old can be," said Kate, unfazed by my outburst. "Besides, you ought to be honored. That's just the age Ian likes. And it was his own decision to let you have Bobby first. You ought to be proud that the headmaster thinks so well of you after no longer than you've been here. I was here for an entire week before I was given an indoctrination assignment… and even then he turned out to be fifteen. By~ the time they're that old they're too near to being men. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that if you want a boy, something truly different to tuck, then you should get a boy… not just a pocket-sized version of a man."
"I don't know…" I hesitated.
"Go ahead, Millie," Kate urged. "I promise you you'll love it. It's so much fun to break in a kid that age. It's like writing on blank paper. A seven-year-old is usually as innocent as the day is long.
You get to lead him through every step. Believe me, it's really great to get one that old and give him his first lesson in screwing. Ask Cliff. He'll tell you."
Cliff said, "The age sounds good, Kate, but remember, I'm not into boys. Just girls."
"Yes," volunteered Carrie, "you should have seen Cliff last month with his little eight-year-old friend."
"Eight?" I repeated, turning to Cliff. "But a little girl that young couldn't even take your cock into her cunt lips, much less all the way back. You'd puncture her cherry on the first stroke if you were able to get it in that far."
"There are plenty of other things a guy can do with a little girl besides that," he replied.
It was true, I realized. It had been foolish for me-to jump to that conclusion. There were plenty of things a man could do with a little girl other than making it the regular way. He could fingerfuck her, suck her titties and pussy, dry-fuck her by sliding his cock in. and out between her legs, have her give him a hand job, have her give him a nice wet blow job and lots more. And it was the same way with a boy. There were plenty of things to do with a young boy. Yet the thought of myself messing around with any kid of only seven was difficult for me to conceive. I couldn't imagine, frankly, that a kid that young could be sexually attractive to me, in spite of what Cliff had claimed. And I wondered if the child would be old enough to get anything out of it himself.
"Well," said Kate, "if you really want to turn it down, I'll be glad to take the assignment in your place if Ian will let me. He'll probably want to handle little Bobby himself. If you're sure about it then, I guess-"
But I interrupted her in mid-sentence. "No, wait a minute, I didn't mean I was turning it down.
I… I just wasn't certain about it. I'll do it."
Cliff and Kate both broke into smiles and assured me I would love the experience. Carrie simply commented, ‘Whatever turns you on… "
Kate looked at her watch and said, "The kid's due in the receiving parlor in ten minutes. He's up at the finance office right now getting his entrance fees approved. His parents have already left him in our custody."
I took the file folder in hand, excused myself from the table, and set out to meet him.
Bobby turned out to be a black-haired, clean-cut little boy with big, trusting eyes and a rather shy demeanor.
I greeted him warmly and told him that I was Ms. Ward, but that he should call me by my first name. I had to reassure him twice before he was bold enough to call me "Millie."
We went to a divan and sat down, but I noticed I kept having the feeling I was being watched.
The reason for that was simple enough. Since Kate had let me watch her and Kenny from the hidden viewing room, I kept imagining that someone was up there watching Bobby and me. Then I had a brainstorm. Why not take him up there with me? That way I could be absolutely sure that no one was spying on us.
The only reason I objected to having anyone watching us was that it was my first time in the room with a new student and I felt plain embarrassed… or would have if anyone had been watching. Later on, when I was accustomed to it, I wouldn't mind having one of the other teachers peeping as. Kate had invited me to do.
The one-way mirror attracted the kid's attention and I realized I could make use of it to seduce him without frightening him. I showed how it could be seen through from the watching booth side but not from the entrance hall side and he was properly impressed.
"Have you ever wanted to do that, Bobby?" I asked. "Have you ever wanted to be able to watch someone without having them know you were even there?"
"Yes," he admitted, "but I'd get in a lot of trouble if I tried to do that at home."
I seemed to be onto something. "Why should you get into trouble, Bobby? You mean you'd like to watch something you aren't supposed to see? Something naughty?"
He cast down his eyes. "Unh huh," he said, nodding affirmatively. "My big Ms. If… if I could, I'd like to peek into her room at night when she goes to bed."
"You would, would you?" I chided. "Now why would you want to do that?"
"Just to see… just to see, you know, what she looks like under her clothes," he said slowly.
"How old is your big sis?" I asked.
"She's real old," he replied. "About your age, I guess."
I almost laughed at his idea that I was so ancient. But it would have ruined the mood I was trying to build.
"You mean you've never seen under a girl's clothes, Bobby?" I questioned, making my voice soft and friendly.
"No big girl," he said. "I saw my cousin putting her clothes on after a bath once, but she's only a year older than I am."
"Then she wasn't big enough to have things under her blouse like this, huh?" I remarked, casually passing my fingers over my fully-packed boobs.
"No," he said, "she wasn't… but you sure are."
"You mean you'd like to see what's under my blouse," I queried, "since you never got to see your sister's?"
"No, I… that's not what I meant… I didn't mean I wanted to see… I mean… " it was clear that the boy was all flustered.
"Don't be so nervous about it," I said, stroking his fresh little cheeks and putting my arm around him. "Lots of boys want to see what girls have under their clothes. And plenty of them get to, too."
"They do?" he said, genuinely puzzled.
"Sure," I said, "especially at this school. We teach lots of things at this school, Bobby," I told him. "Things that kids really want to know about. And one of the things we teach any little boys who are curious enough to ask, is what a girl looks like under her clothes. I'm going to do that right now for you."
Bobby's eyes widened. He pointed to my straining globes. "You mean I can see… those?" he said. "Yes," I told him, hugging him close. "I'm going to take off my top and show you what these things look like. Do you know what they're called? They're not just things, you know."
His big eyes dropped to the floor again. "I know, but I shouldn't say it. It's a naughty word."
"Go ahead, Bobby," I urged. "Say it. I won't do anything to you. What are they' called?" His voice was barely audible. "Boobies," he finally managed to say.
"What else?" I asked.
"I don't know" he said.
"Tits," I said. "That's another word for them.
And here's what they look like."
I was tired of playing word games with the kid. I wanted to show him some flesh and see how he reacted. I yanked open my top and tossed it on the back of the couch.
My tits sprung out and quivered firmly in front of me. My nipples weren't bard yet, but they were big and dark.
"Your sister looks something like this under her blouse," I told him.
Little Bobby was becoming less shy by the minute. When my boobs stuck out naked in front of his eyes he took a long look and let out a big whew!
"I didn't think they'd be so big," he said. "I think yours must be bigger than my sister's."
He automatically reached toward them, but stopped himself by jerking his hands down to his sides. His face started getting red in a hurry, and he avoided my eyes.
I grinned at him. "Would you like to touch them?"
"Oh no, I couldn't do that," he said, his voice trembling. "I better not-"
But I interrupted him by taking both his hands firmly in mine and drawing them to my tits. His palms were sweaty and his thin fingers shook from nervousness.
"Yes you can!" I said quietly. "There, now doesn't that feel nice to be touching me there?"
He was too overcome with surprise to even answer.
"You've never done this before with anyone, have you?" I asked him in a teasing way.
"Gosh no," he said with a rush of breath.
"You sure your sister never let you do this?" I went on.
"No," he cried. "Heck no. She'd get really mad if I even asked her about it."
"How about that cousin you mentioned?" I brought up. "The one just a year older than you she never let you do anything either?"
"No," he exclaimed. "She didn't even have anything. She wasn't old enough to have any tits."
All the time we were talking I was holding his hands on my tits and I must say I was actually beginning to get turned on. Maybe Cliff and Kate knew what they were talking about after all.
"Don't be afraid," I assured him, "I won't do anything to you for feeling me up. I'm not like your sister. I like for you to touch me there."
"You do?" said Bobby.
"Sure I do," I reassured. "All girls like to have their tits played with. Some of them pretend they don't like it, but they really do, no matter if they have little bitty ones or big ones."
The more he handled them the more he liked them. His childish awkwardness made his touches just that much more appealing.
"Here," I invited, "sit down en my lap and I'll show you something you'll really like."
Since the new position brought him closer to my naked tits, he offered no objection. As soon as he was seated I put my arms around him and pressed his smooth-skinned face into the cleft between them. With very little persuasion on my part be took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it. What a nice feeling that was! Here he was, with the soft, smooth skin of a child-yet with a definite maleness and assertiveness in the hungry way he went after what he wanted.
But I hadn't set him in my lap just for titty sucking, I wanted to give the kid much more of a thrill than simply that. I put my hand on his crotch and sure enough, the little fucker bad a hardon. It was only about as big as a nickel in diameter and maybe two inches long, but it was hard as a tack, too. I got hot just looking at it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm getting that little cock of yours all hot and hard," I answered, "that's what I'm doing. Doesn't it feel good when I touch you there? Now let me unbutton your pants and get it out in the open where I can see it, and I'll really make you feel good!"
"Don't do that," he cried, "that would be nasty!"
"Aren't you clean?" I asked. "Didn't your parents make you take a bath before you came here? You don't look nasty to me."
"That's not what I mean," be continued. "I mean it's nasty for you to touch it."
"Isn't that something your mother told you?" I questioned. "Isn't she the one who told you it was nasty to have anyone touch you there? Or did you hear someone at school say it?"
"My mother," he meekly responded.
"That's what I thought," I said. "Now let's see if your mother was right about that."
Before he could protest I had his fly open and my hand inside. Be was wearing jockey shorts, and it took me a little while to find the hole, but when I did find it I tugged gently on his little shaft and his midget prick came out in my fingers. I massaged it softly and slowly, letting the stiffness firmly into my palm.
The twin weight of' his marble-sized balls hung comfortably against my knuckles as I tenderly milked the little guy's prick ‘til it stuck up from between his legs as proud as a bandy rooster.
"Still think it's nasty to do this?" I asked. "You think anything that feels as good to you as this could be nasty?"
"Um… I don't know… but it sure does… ummm… It sure does feel good!" he answered, his words broken by gasps of pleasure.
I ran my other hand all around his crotch, patting and caressing him like a baby. That was the strange thing about it except for that stiff little prick sticking out from his hairless crotch, he was very much like a baby. The smoothness of his skin and the small size of his body, along with his dependence on me, made him seem babyish. But that hard bit of maleness between his legs was anything but babyish. I guess you could say be appealed to me on two levels, as "mother" and as lover. I wanted to be real gentle with him and baby him, but I also wanted to arouse his masculinity and make him want to fuck.
He sat with dreamy big eyes as I continued to masturbate him. He soon got squirmy, though. It was time to get on with things and prepare him for action.
"Here, honey," I said, "let me take these bad old pants all the way off. They're making you uncomfortable. And let's get your shirt off, too. You can bug me better with your clothes off."
Although he had given me a little static when I had first started going into his pants to get his cock out, this time he gave me absolutely no trouble in seconds I had him stripped down to just his shoes and socks. I'd had to get him up and out of my lap to undress him, and now that it was over he made a beeline back to me and grabbed my tits again. He'd found something he liked and wasn't about to let go. He sucked a tit with his ‘mouth and hugged the other with both hands, and now that he was buck-naked I had the added enjoyment of feeling his legs against my stomach and ribs.
"What you doing?" he suddenly asked me.
It sort of embarrassed me to have him catch me. What I was doing was sneaking a feel of my own pussy. My skirt was still on, and I had my tree hand underneath it and was rubbing myself through my panties while I played with his cock with the other hand. He was too young to know, what to do, and I was getting so sexed-up that I didn't want to take time to teach him on the spot. "If you must know, Bobby," I said, "I'm trigging myself. Making myself feel good just like I'm making you feel"
"But you don't have anything down there to play with like I do," he protested. "I know that much. Only boys have these, and girls don't have any at all"
"Girls may not have cocks," I explained, "but we've got something just as good. We have pussies cunts-and I'm frigging, mine right now. I'm playing with myself just like I used to when I was your age. I've played with myself ever since I was a little girl, even before I had any hair on my pussy."
"Can I see?" he asked.
It gave me a thrill to know he wanted to look.
"If you're a good boy you can," I told him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean it you keep sucking on my tits and playing with them like you've been doing," I said.
I set him down, off my lap, and stripped down to my panties. Instead of picking him back up I lay down beside him. Be ha amp; only his shoes and socks on and I had nothing but my panties, which were black and sheer except for the lacy, opaque crotch.
"Can't I sit in your lap any more?" he asked. "Can't I play with your tits?"
"You can p1ay with my tits, but you don't have to sit in my lap to do it," I said. "Come lie down beside me."
"Okay" be agreed, crawling onto the couch with me, "but you still have your underwear on. I thought you were going to show me your… uh… what is that thing… your, uh-pussy-that's it, your pussy. Don't I get to see it now? Haven't I been good?"
"Sure you do," I said, "but I'm going to let you do something better than just see it. I'm going to let you touch it."
"And will you touch me again?" he asked. "Will you do what you were doing to my cock?"
"Sure, sweetheart," I said, reaching for his little tool again and finding still bard as a rock.
He gingerly put his hand on my panties. The touch of his awkward little fingers so near to my cunt sent a shiver of anticipation through my body.
"Inside, Bobby," I urged him. "Put your hand inside my panties and feel around for it."
"But I don't know what to feel for," he protested.
"Then do more than putting your hand in," I advised. "Put your hand inside and yank my panties down far enough to where you can see. I'm pretty sure you'll like what you find in there, honey."
Be stuck a finger inside the leg band and pulled. "No, not like that," I said. "You have to take them oft from the top, just like your shorts."
He grinned and said, "I felt hair under there just now."
"There's a lot more, too," I said. I was getting nervous and wanting his hand on my cunt. "Go ahead and yank ‘em off. Then you'll see. And hurry, will you?"
The kid grabbed the waistband and drew them off.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "it's so hairy I can't see anything. It's so thick and curly I can't tell what's under there."
"Put your hands in the hair and feel around," I said. "You'll find something real warm and smooth and nice in there… something you'll like to play with. And right now it's damp, too. Real damp, almost wet. It's slick and hot."
He stuck his hand in my fuzz and fooled around ‘til he came to the naked meat of my cunt lips. I jacked him off a little faster and rubbed my tit against him.
"Right there," I whispered. "There it is."
"Why are you whispering?" he said.
"Because it's a secret," I told him. "That's my secret place and you've found it. It makes me feel real good when you touch me there… just like your cock feels good when I trig it for you."
"There's a… a crack there," he said wonderingly. "There's a slit between these two big soft places."
"That's my cunt," I said, feeling the warmth rise. "That's what a cunt is. Put your fingers inside, now. Go on in there where it's warm and moist."
He was so interested in his new find that he forgot all about my tits and used both hands. I kept jacking him off all the while, but doing it gently and rather slowly. He squirmed his ass on the couch and made little thrusting motions to meet my hand. I never in my life would have known that a seven-year-old would be capable of responding in such a mature way as he was doing. "It's so warm in your pussy," he said dreamily. "It's so warm and wet and-"
"Spread the lips, honey," I instructed. "Spread me open so you can see what it looks like." I didn't know whether he could come or not, but I was damned sure needing it for myself. He did as I said, and the scent of sex came wafting out of my fuckhole like tog. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he liked the smell "Rub your fingers on it," I urged.
He hardly needed any encouragement. Already his fingers were softly working their way inside and exploring the wet tunnel of my cunt with a touch that brought me closer and closer to release.
The kid was getting a real funny look on his face. I wondered if he was about to come. I stepped up the speed of my band.
"That feel good?" I whispered.
Now he wasn't even talking, he just nodded. I put my arm around him and steered one of his hands to my clit.
"Right there, honey," I urged. "Play with that little bump right at the top."
His baby-like touch was delightful-a far cry from a few he-men I've known who treated my pussy like a pinball machine and thought the harder they pushed the button, the higher they would score. Now he was jamming his ass back and forth like any adult. Something was obviously about to happen and it did. The kid made a little whimpering gasp and rolled over on his side where he lay jerking as though having a convulsion. Not a drop came out of the end of his little cock, but it was obvious he was having a climax.
I let him go and jammed my hand to my pussy. I was too near orgasm to wait for Bobby to recover from his and get back to me. A few seconds of fingering my cit brought me off. I felt the old heat rise higher and higher, ‘till my whole crotch seemed to explode like a firecracker.
I lay for a few minutes with my arms around the boy, just hugging him. He turned, facing me, and buried his face between my breasts. We were so comfortable we even dozed off for a few minutes.
What woke me up was the touch of a certain little hard prong of flesh poking into my stomach just below the navel. The kid had a brand-new erection, even though he was sound asleep!
I carefully pushed him down to where his cock could slip into my cunt. I was going to take advantage of his hard-on and get a real fuck from the kid. I opened my legs wide and squirmed my ass in pure ecstasy as I guided his tiny tool into position.
I could see why so many teachers at Brightwater dug on young boys so much. They recovered so fast. At their ages, they were ready for a second tuck long before most of their grown, adult brothers were. And for a woman like me who needs it more than once at a time, that's a very important quality.
I held his ass between my legs and began to move him slowly up and down between my legs. It was a fantastic feeling. I was able to get an idea how a man must feel fucking a woman-in complete control over the situation, making the moves when he wants to.
Bobby rubbed his eyes and opened them. He felt himself being nudged back and forth between my thighs.
"What am I… what are you doing?" he asked sleepily. "What's going on?"
"I'm showing you how to fuck, you sweet little guy," I answered, squeezing my legs together again and forcing his hard baby, prick into my horny hole.
Now he was completely awake. "Um ummm," he grunted. "You've got my thing in your pussy!"
"Damned right I have, sweetheart," I said, "and it's going to stay right there ‘til I make you come again. And this time, I'm going to come off too."
Now that he was awake, his natural male instincts took over and he pushed his cock in and out of me without any help from me at all. Re dug his knees into the couch and began battering his cock in and out like a woodpecker.
"Slow down, sweetie," I warned him. "I want that little jewel to stay nice and hard for a few more minutes. Can't have you getting your nuts off and having a limp cock ‘till I have time to get my cookies too… that's what you did last time, you naughty boy."
I had to laugh inwardly at my choice of words.
He could hardly be described as getting his nuts off when he wasn't even old enough to have any sperm in his balls. But from his earlier performance it seemed that was the only difference. Other than that, he acted just like an adult.
I grabbed him by the ass and held a cheek tightly in each hand, enabling myself to exercise some control over his movements. Re obediently slowed down a bit. Now I could take my time and luxuriate in the pure sensuality of being tucked at my own speed.
He stretched forward so he could get his mouth on a tit. I ran a hand up and down his back from his neck to his ass, keeping the other on his ass as before. After a while I encircled the back of his neck and found that he was quite responsive. I could control his mouth action on my tit by tightening or releasing the pressure of my fingers there.
My other tit got lonely and I made him switch.
Now his eager young mouth was busy on the new one. What a tongue the kid had! He was a natural when it came to licking a woman's tits, and since that something I've always adored, I loved the treatment I was getting.
He made a move to go faster with his cock, and this time I allowed it. The combination of his tongue on my tits and his prick in my pussy had made me so hot for fucking I was more than happy to let him speed things up.
Soon he was going like a goddamned jackrabbit. When be started huffing and puffing like a toy steam engine, I knew be must be nearly ready to come again. I was so hot that sweat poured from my forehead and from my armpits, and the scent of that, along with my own cunt-smell and the fresh odor of his little-boy-body, combined to make a heady mixture indeed. I wag wanting it now and wanting it bad.
"Fuck me, honey," I cried. "Fuck my cunt good."
I was so hot I didn't care what I said to the kid.
"Hunch your little cock in there," I told him. "Hammer the meat to me, kid. Fuck the shit out of me. Oh fuck the living shit out of me… Keep it up… keep it going!"
He was obviously on the verge of his own climax but this time I was too out of my head to really notice. He made little grunting noises in his throat and his eyes were glazed.
My breath came in gasps now. "Gimme that prick," I whispered, barely able to make my words understood. "Shove it in, honey… come on, shove it in… gimme all you got… let me have it. lemme have it!"
As I came, fairly screaming into his ears, I felt him bite down on my nipple and start shaking all over his body in another convulsion-like display of child-passion. He grunted hard, then collapsed on me like a rag doll This time we didn't just lie there. I made him get up and put his clothes on. After we both washed off a bit-just our hands and faces, since I was in a hurry-I dressed and took him to the room he had been assigned to.
On the way I explained how the school worked, and how he could do most anything he wanted so long as he studied well and demonstrated that he was learning. Just as I was walking away from his door, Cliff came down the ball. He had a big grin on his face.
"Well, was I wrong?" he asked. "You've been gone almost three hours, so you must have done more with Billy than just hand him his key and send him along up to his room."
I smiled. I had to tell him the truth. "No, you're right. We did a lot more than that. And I must say, Cliff, that what you and Kate were telling me about sex with kids is true. I really did enjoy it. At first I think I told myself that I was only doing it for hi~ enjoyment… you know, letting him see my tits and everything but before long I began to get a real charge out of it, and loved fucking him every bit as much as a grown man."
"That's great," he said, "just great. I was sure you'd find it that way. When I first met you I thought you looked like a woman who could really get into the scene here at Brightwater. I'm glad I was right. There have been more than a few people come here to teach, you know, who didn't fit in at all and had to be let go. And that includes men as well as women."
His compliment pleased me. "Well, I must say, I was pretty shocked at first. But after your little trick of having Tim and Petey come see me in my room, I learned that a person doesn't have to be the same age you are to have good sex."
We walked on toward my room. When I started in he stopped me "Listen, can I come in? Got time for loving before you go to bed?" My answer surprised even me. "No, I don't think so. But thanks for asking."
I felt strange refusing. Cliff was a good-looking guy. The kind of man I normally would have enjoyed letting into my pants. He looked like he would be a good fuck. As he turned away I felt I wanted to say more to him. A strange fact was swimming to the surface of my mind and I wanted to tell him about it.
"Cliff, wait a minute. There's something I have to say to you before you go. A strange feeling, I'm having. I had just realized, when you asked to come in, that I'm getting to the point where I prefer kids to adults instead of just simply being able to have sex with one whenever the occasion arises. I feel silly even saying it, but it's true. I wanted you to know that so you wouldn't take any personal offense at my not asking you tonight."
He was perfectly understanding. More, even, than I could have imagined he would be.
"That's okay," he said. "I thought it might be that way for you. Kate's the same way, so don't let it bother you. The truth is, she and I used to have quite a thing going here-we used to fuck every night. But after we got used to the young stuff, we both admitted that we liked sex with them better than each other. What I'm telling you is that I'm the same way you are. Laying the meat to a really young girl is much more exciting and satisfying to me than fucking any adult woman I've ever met. I was just sort of testing you when I asked you if I could come in just now."
"I'm glad I leveled with you then," I said. "You really understand what I was talking about, don't you? It's good to find out that you know what I mean and how I feel… because you're the same way!"
"It's a great feeling, too I" he exclaimed. "Some time you and Kate and I will have to get together and talk about new things to do with the kids. Maybe we can even get together some time and fuck in the same room together, each of us with a kid."
He left, and I went inside my room. After a nice hot bath I turned in and slept like a log. No doubt about it, this new job was good for me. For my mind… and for my body.
The next day was a routine class day. I met with my care-group and taught different subjects to a few other students. After dinner that night I ran into Percy Chilcott, one of the teachers I had been introduced to at the first meeting I attended. To my surprise, he said he had been on his way to my zoom. He had a gift for me, he said, and thrust a package with a bow on it to me. I opened it to find a big box of candy.
I told him I didn't understand and asked him what the occasion was. I hoped he wasn't simply trying to make time with me, because I didn't care for him that way at all. He was a rather effeminate-looking fellow who struck me as being too dainty for my tastes.
"Just think of it as being from Billy and me," he said with an insinuating smile.
He saw that I was still puzzled. "It's for the way you ‘broke him in' to Brightwater ways the first night he was here-you know, last night. You see, Billy was assigned to my care-group. He and I spent a lot of time together today… alone, if you know what I mean. And because of the excellent manner in which you introduced him to our practices here, Billy was able to respond to my own… uh, attentions… with a very welcome lack of inhibitions."
Before I could respond he smiled, called out "thanks again" as he walked on down the hall, and was soon out of sight.
My first response was one of outrage. Evidently the guy was queer, and had seduced little Billy. And then had gall to thank me for what he imagined to be my part in making things easier, for him! But I soon calmed down.
When I thought the thing through I realized I had no right at all to be angry with Percy. Just because he was gay was no reason for me to condemn him. His seduction of Billy was no worse, really, than mine had been. He simply happened to 111cc boys instead of girls. He had as much right to suck a kid's cock as I did. Perhaps even possessiveness was involved, I admitted to myself. Since I had been the first one to have sex with Billy, I had developed a slight feeling of ownership about him. Well, from now on that would not be operating. No one, no matter which sex, had any more right to get it on with a kid than any body else did. It was strictly up to the kid-if he or she wanted to ball the person, that's all that mattered.
The next day I mentioned what had happened to Kate.
"Yeah," she said, "Percy's a nice guy. And think of it like this-you and I have a lot in common with him, since all three of us like young boys."
I laughed in her own way she was right. Of course she was ignoring the fact that Percy just happened to be of a different sex than she and I, and that for him to like little boys was quite different from our liking them. But there did seem to be a certain screwy parallel there somewhere, if one could only find it.
Then the two of us began talking about our latest sex bouts. Mine had been with Billy, but hers had been with a boy and girl. I told her every detail of what Billy and I had done and she was quite interested. She admitted it was making her hot in the crotch just to hear about it. I asked her to do the same and tell me about her latest fling.
Who were the kids? I wanted to know.
"You've met them," she said.
Since I knew it was both a boy and a girl, I guessed Kenny and Caroline. "Only half right," she said. "It was Caroline all right, but the boy was Petey. I've already had Kenny recently. The night I let you watch, remember?"
"How could I forget?" I said. "But Caroline was there then, too. How come you included her, but not Kenny?" I couldn't understand.
"Caroline only watched that night with Kenny," explained Kate. "Last night with Petey she joined right in."
"You mean she and Petey got it on?" I asked.
"Not just, she and Petey," Kate said. "She and I, too."
"You mean… " I began.
"Sure, Millie," she replied, "I go both ways. Didn't you know that? I like little girls about as much as little boys. I thought you knew that."
I was a bit flustered. I told her I had heard her mention being with both a boy and girl at one time, but that I had thought she was fucking the boy while the girl watched, as she had done with Kenny and Caroline.
"No, I only did it that way because Caroline was shy," she explained. "If she had been ‘broken in' I would have loved nothing better than getting her clothes off and inviting her into the action. Licking and finger-fucking a little girl is almost as much fun as doing it to a little boy. You really ought to try it some time."
I told her that boys were so much of a delight I couldn't imagine having any fun with a member of my own sex.
"Well, don't knock it ‘till you've tried it," she said with a grin, lighting a cigarette.
I reminded her to tell me about her threesome. She told me that she bad got Petey all worked up first but before he would let him fuck her, she told him, he was going to fuck Caroline instead.
Then they went to Caroline's room and got her out of bed. Kate explained that she was going to do the same thing with Petey that she bad done with Kenny, and asked if Caroline wanted to watch as she bad done before. She said yes.
"Remember how hot to trot Caroline was the night I let her watch Kenny and me fuck?"
"Sure," I said. "She kept rubbing her legs together and trying to keep anyone from noticing."
"Right," Kate continued. "Well this time it was different. After she started getting steamed up from watching Petey play with my tits, I gave her a little surprise. I leaned over and pulled her nightgown up and showed her I knew how hot she was. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her little snatch was so hot it was dripping juice all down the inside of her thighs. She didn't have much hair on it, just a little at the top, but that didn't keep her from wanting a hot dick inside her and I knew it didn't.
"I told her to lie down and get ready for her first fuck. She was so horny she, did just as I asked. Then I got Petey into bed with her and she went for it like a little whore. I let him fuck her ‘till he broke her cherry and shot off, but I could tell she was still hot as a pistol and hadn't gotten off yet. By that time she was damned hungry for it, and she didn't protest a bit when I took Petey's place in bed with her. I masturbated her with my fingers ‘til she came off, then waited a few minutes and sucked her pussy ‘til she came again."
Kate was getting awfully worked up just from telling me about it, I could tell. There was a glint. In her eye as she continued:
"By that time Petey was hard again and reminded me that I had promised to let him fuck me after Caroline. He didn't have to ask twice. I lay down in Caroline's bed and he went to work. While he was laying the meat to me, I held hands with Caroline, who was lying right beside us, and then moved up to her titties. The kid really has a nice pair, just beginning to grow. By the time Petey bad me almost ready to come, Caroline was hot enough that she wanted some more loving. So I rolled over and gave her a good mouth job while Petey worked up to his climax. It was beautiful. We all came at once."
Kate was almost beside herself from all the talking we had been doing. It occurred to me that she might make a pass at me, and I wasn't sure bow I'd react to it. She was a good friend and she was very attractive, but my new found love for young boys was so strong I knew I could never enjoy sex with a female.
Luckily, things never came to that. Some girl about fourteen ran up and said, "Hi, can you come up to my room for a little party? We have some grass to smoke and some wine to drink. It's going to be just us girls, but I didn't think you'd mind."
Kate excused herself to me and said she'd be happy to attend the impromptu party. The young girl hugged her and said, "Oh good! it's been a long time since we've done this."
I couldn't help noticing that the kid had a fantastic set of tits for her age, and that when she hugged Kate she was, rubbing them all over her. It was pretty evident that she was hot for Kate's body. It seemed likely they had been in bed before.
Before they left together the girl turned to me and said, "You're invited too. Can't you come? Please!"
When I told her I had other plans and wouldn't be able to come with her, she said, "Okay, but some other time, I hope. You're the new teacher, aren't you? Jeez, nobody told me you were so good-looking. I wish I were in one of your classes. You'll just hare to come up to one of our get togethers some time."
I left them and went back toward my room. What a cheeky little thing she had been! She practically propositioned me right in front of Kate. But then, that's just the way things operated at Brightwater. There was very little reason to hide your feelings from anyone, because no one condemned you for them, no matter what they happened to be. People might not necessarily agree with you, but they wouldn't do anything to oppose your-desires.
As I passed by Percy's room he walked out and asked me if I had enjoyed the candy. I told him that I had, and that I thought it was very nice of him to give it to me.
"You know, you might be just the girl I need." he said. "Want to do me a favor?"
"Sure," I said, "what is it?"
"Come inside my place and I'll show you," he said.
Don't tell me Mr. Homo is about to turn straight and proposition me, I thought to myself as I entered his bedroom.
Before going in he said, "You know I'm gay, right?"
I said, "I pretty much assumed so."
"Well, I am," be continued. "And this school is a great place for me. Lots of young cock around. But I've run into an unusual case recently. I've found a kid that I would simply love to have regular sex with, but he's about to cut me off. His name is Rogers I've been having sex off and on with him ever since he came here a year ago. You see most of the kids here are hetero, and quite a few of them are bi, but Roger is one of the relatively few that are completely and strictly homo. That's why I hate to lose his company."
"But how could I help you with something like that?" I asked.
"I was getting to that," he said. "You see, Roger has gotten it into his head that he wants to try girls for a change. He's never had one in his life. The only trouble is that he's afraid to be the aggressor. He's used to playing the passive part. He's afraid most of the girls here would just laugh at the rather… ah… unusual… needs that he has. But you, Millie, you seem so understanding. I think you may be just the one who could help him to enjoy females. Will you?"
"Maybe," I replied warily. "But what are these unusual needs he has? Are you sure I could satisfy them?"
Percy whipped out a thin package from his desk drawer. "You can if you're willing to use this on him."
Inside the package was a pair of sheer panties and a short bullwhip.