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.