Rudy Creighton was the athletic instructor at the Craven School for Girls. It was a job that suited the thirty year old man to a tee. He really wasn't much for responsibilities or anything too serious and the young girls that he taught sports to were an added bonus. Rudy was one of those boy/men who never seemed to want to or be able to communicate with a woman over the age of twenty. Although he had already had his thirtieth birthday, Rudy not only looked younger but sometimes appeared to have the mentality and boyish exuberance of a sixteen year old.
He was a favorite, of course, with all the girls in the physical education classes and many of them had crushes on the handsome instructor. Rudy was not above taking many of these vulnerable youngsters back to the equipment room after classes and teaching them sexual games. He had his eye on a new youngster this term though. She was only thirteen but she was gorgeous. Too bad she's the chaplain's daughter, he thought. The young jock did not want to involve himself in anything as complicated as that.
So when the Dean of Craven had summoned him to the office and practically ordered him to deflower the young Janice Corman, he had nearly flipped. The athletic thirty-year old knew it wasn't going to be difficult. Janice already had a big crush on him and she turned up for every single game just for the chance of seeing him. Rudy knew that it would be literally like taking candy from a baby to suggest that she help him put away equipment after the volleyball game and then… he'd give her a ride home… well, maybe not directly home… and then Lowell wanted him to take her up to the School Board building. Creighton wasn't quite sure what was supposed to happen from there but he gathered from his talk with the dean that he was plenty pissed off at the new chaplain for something.
The guy must have stepped out of line and starting sticking his nose in where it wasn't wanted, Rudy guessed correctly. From five years at Craven he knew that the dean tolerated absolutely no interference in anything he wanted to do. That was fine with Rudy. He kept his nose clean. His wants were simple… just some little girl pussy after class… getting his cock sucked by his young student admirers… It was a good life for the gym instructor and he didn't intend to mess it up.
Looking at the girl standing across the net, Rudy grinned lecherously. He didn't blame the dean for having something in mind for this kid. She was fabulous; at thirteen she was still growing. Already, she had blossomed from the first time he had first laid eyes on her. When her father first came up to Craven for the interview his daughter had accompanied him and she was really still a child… scrawny and long-legged… and flat as an ironing board but she had really bloomed since then.
Shit, now her little titties were sticking right out in front of her t-shirt, all round and trim and plump, and just the right size to fit into one of his hands. The twin half-moons of her ass-cheeks swayed provocatively, as she jumped up for the ball and her shorts sometimes caught in the crack between her buttocks. Beneath her shorts he could see the narrow legband of her flimsy white panties, and he wondered just how long it would take him before he would be slipping his hand under them, parting the soft little curls of pussy hair between her legs, slipping his middle finger into the moist little channel of her cunt.
It wouldn't take too long. He was a teacher and she was a thirteen year old kid with a big crush on him and he would have her begging for his cock. That was a fact. Janice Corman wouldn't be the first one of his teenaged students he would have deflowered and she certainly wouldn't be the last. But he was sure going to enjoy this one. So young and so beautiful and so innocent.
Janice was just turning into the locker room when Rudy called out. "Janice, can you help me put the balls away, please?"
"Sure Mr. Creighton," she answered immediately pleased to be singled out to help the teacher.
"I'll give you a ride home afterwards," he offered as he handed her a couple of nets to fold…
Janice climbed into the car beside him, pulling her school uniform down over her knees. She shuffled her school books on her lap and then as the car shot off, racing around the corner of the Craven driveway, she turned to look at Mr. Creighton. A little thrill of excitement went through her; he was so gorgeous… just like one of those Olympic athletes she had watched on television. He wasn't like a regular teacher at all. And there was a certain expression on his handsome face… the way his lips turned up at the corners when he looked directly at her, the gleam in his heavy-lidded eyes as he glanced her way… that sent little chills marching up and down her spine.
She wasn't allowed to date. Her father was very strict and she was only thirteen but she pretended that that was what this was… a date with Mr. Creighton. Sometimes she'd dream of dating a man like Mr. Creighton, someone who was sophisticated, who'd been around alot. Oh, even through it was only a ride home, it was thrilling.
Reverend Corman had instilled in his daughter the importance of retaining her virginity for the man she married and this was somewhat of a conflict for the beautiful young thirteen year old. There had been times, lying in bed at night, before she'd drifted off to sleep, when she had wondered what it would be like to be with a boy that way. She had even imagined herself letting a boy do the things to her that some of the other girls let them do, like taking her clothes off, and then running their hands up and down her smooth, young body, making it tingle with delight. Or letting them cup her soft, resilient breasts in their strong hands, even teasing and tweaking the nipples until they stood upright in taut, quivering buds.
The blonde youngster tried to brush such thoughts from her mind, knowing that she would never actually let any boy do that to her. But sometimes the thought persisted, and she had even wondered what it would be like to lie back on a bed or a couch somewhere or even in a car, parked in some dark spot near the lake, perhaps to lie there, her body unresisting while he spread her legs and ran his hand up and down the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. And what if his hand actually reached the tiny triangle of her newborn womanhood, and burrowed into the soft, sparse hair that covered her little pussy? What if his fingers reached and stroked the pink, fleshy lips of her cunt?
Even if she let him get that far, would she let him go farther? No, never, she had told herself firmly. Yet she couldn't help thinking of what he might do. He might unzip his fly and take out his bulging penis. He might place it there in her damp, and it always got damp when she thought about such things, hair-lined slit, and then maneuver it around until the blood-swollen bulbous head was poised at the very entrance of her still unplundered cuntal channel.
What would happen next? What if he pushed forward, pushing the stiff prick through the tight resisting muscles that guarded the tiny glistening hole, pressing it into the narrow, velvety channel, deeper and deeper until it filled her belly with its hardness, making her tingle and tremble too, with its throbbing presence?
God forgive me! How sinful she was for leaving these immodest thoughts! Her father would not approve of such indecent and impure musings. But yet she had been unable to help herself. Now, sitting in the car with Mr. Creighton, the vague memories of her lewd thoughts came back to her, almost making her blush. She tried to push them out of her mind, as she had tried before, tried to think of something clever to say to the gym teacher who was now looking at her with a strange expression. She tried to remember some interesting tidbit of conversation that she could discuss with her teacher.
She searched frantically for something to say that might impress on Mr. Creighton how sophisticated she was. "Do you like teaching gym?" she asked and then instantly felt foolish for asking such an inane question.
"Yes," Rudy answered, with a broad grin at her. He shot her an admiring glance, his eyes roving up and down her voluptuous young body that the tartan school uniform could not hide. "Especially when I have beautiful young ladies like you in my class."
Janice blushed furiously.
Suddenly he stretched an arm out, encircling her waist, drawing her to him so that her thigh brushed against his. "Come on over and sit close to me, Janice."
A little thrill of involuntary pleasure rippled through Janice at the electric contact of the teacher's body against hers. Hastily, she tried to suppress it, squirming away from him. But he held her tight imprisoned in his muscular arm. "Mr. Creighton, please… let me go!"
"Gotcha now!"
Thinking he was just playing a little friendly game with her, she decided to be coy. "But, Mr. Creighton, I'm probably a faster runner than you are."
Rudy threw his head back and laughed loudly.
Janice tried to think of something else to say.
She watched the road as it unwound behind them, the streets of the small town. She was still a little excited, a little thrilled at the idea of even being driven home by the athletic coach, one who had been around so much more than she and it made her tongue-tied.
"That's my street there," she said.
"Oh, I thought we'd go down by the beach," he said.
She looked at him, an expression of surprise on her face. "I thought you were driving me right home."
Well you thought wrong, he thought. I might drive you but it's not going to be home! To the youngster he merely said. "It's still warm, we'll go down and check it out."
"Gee, Mr. Creighton, I don't have my bikini or anything maybe I should go home if we're going swimming."
"Oh no, that's not necessary." We sure don't need swimsuits for what we're going to do. His eyes roved over her again, undressing her.
"You know, Janice, I've been watching you in class. I like you. You learn fast. You're a smart kid and a pretty one too."
"Thank you…" the girl stammered.
The teacher's arm had slacked around his pupil's waist before. Now to emphasize his point he tightened his grip, pulling her close to him with a powerful twist of his wrist. He dropped his hand to her knee, then began to trace the length of her thigh, teasingly. His fingers slipped around to the smooth, soft skin of the inner surface, traced that once again.
Once more, a little thrill of involuntary, unwanted pleasure raced through her blood. Gosh, what was happening to her? Whatever it was she was sure that her father would disapprove of it!
"Please, Mr. Creighton…"
"Why, baby?"
"Because," Janice said, "it's not right…"
"We're friends aren't we, Janice?" the teacher asked.
She nodded, thinking about it. "Yes," she said at last.
"Well, what are friends for if they don't show affection for one another. I'm just trying to show you how much I like you, Janice. I really want to show you…"
"I don't think…"
"Get close to me!" His voice was cold now, the boyish grin was long gone and his eyes looked evil. They sent a cold chill through the chaplain's daughter's blood. She shook her head. "Take me home, Mr. Creighton."
"Get your ass over here, Janice."
"I want to go home!" There was something weird about Mr. Creighton and she couldn't figure out what it was. He wanted to do something to her and why was he taking her to the beach? She was sorry she'd accepted his offer of a ride home now. They were a long way from her house and the town. Well, she wouldn't stay here and that was that.
"Mr. Creighton, please take me home!"
He shook his head. "Don't be silly." His arm tightened around her, and he pulled her up against him, crushing her tender young breasts against his chest. Suddenly, his hot, hungry mouth was fastened demandingly over her moist lips, his tongue darting out to force them open, to push its way past her clenched teeth and into the soft warm cavern. She struggled against him, gasping for breath, close to suffocating as his tongue brushed almost against her throat.
The thirteen year old squirmed and writhed against him, and then with a desperate wrench freed herself, panting with the effort, still gasping for breath. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled down her flushed cheeks. She brushed them away angrily and slid towards the door. Her fingers had curled around the handle before Rudy caught her slim wrist in his own powerful one, and pushed her back against the seat, pinning her to it.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked amused.
"I'm going home," she said, "Even if I have to walk."
Rudy bellowed with laughter. "From here? Do you know where you are?"
Janice looked around her. The car was parked at the edge of the water but she'd only been in the area for one month and was not really familiar with her surroundings. She really was at a loss as to where she was.
She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. What, on earth was the matter with her? Wasn't she being silly? Just because one of her teachers wanted to drive up to the beach and park there for awhile wasn't any reason to act as if here a criminal or something, was it? Certainly not if the man was Mr. Creighton. She could reason with him, couldn't she?
She turned to him, trying to think of something to say. But before she could he asked, "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm not sure," she answered truthfully.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you?"
She managed a little grin, "Nothing, I guess, are you, Mr. Creighton?"
"I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to," Rudy said staring at her with lust-filled eyes.
"Well, I don't want to stay here," she said, "so kindly take me home, right now."
"Look, kid," he suddenly snapped at her. "Cut this childish shit. You're not dumb. You know what you want and I know what you want and you know what I want. And I'm going to get it, too."
With a quick movement, he grasped her by the shoulder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. A moment later, his other hand slipped down the front of her tartan school uniform, and then edged its way under the sheer fabric of her little bra. Cupping the snowy mound of her ripe young breast, he began to massage it with a teasing circular motion.
Janice arched backward at the electric contact of his fingers, and a little shock of unexpected pleasure whipped through her blood. "Don't," she pleaded helplessly, but Rudy ignored her pleas, pinching the tender button of one ruby nipple between his thumb and forefinger now, tweaking it until it quivered into a taut erection.
"How's that?" he taunted her.
Janice, fighting to hold back the tears that welled up, clamped her lips tight shut, refusing to answer.
"Come on, Janice, do you like it?"
This time the girl managed to stammer. "Yes… oh God, yes!"
"And you'll like it better with your clothes off."
The gym instructor reached around behind her, drawing the zipper of her dress down, to her waist, then sliding the soft material down over her shoulders, letting it fall, bunched, around her hips. In his mounting excitement, he let his hands roam over her back, bare now from the shoulders down, then slid one under the narrow strap of her bra. "Take this off," he ordered.
Janice tried to reach behind her, to unhook the tiny clasps that held the wisp of lace and nylon closed, fumbling clumsily with fear-stiffened fingers. "I… I can't," she whimpered as the bit of cloth seemed to slide from her hand.
"Then I will," Rudy said. His own fingers worked expertly at the fastening until suddenly it snapped apart and her full young breasts fell free. With a little grunt, he pulled the skimpy brassiere from around her body, wadded it into a ball and tossed it into the back of the car.
Janice gasped as a rush of cool air swept across her trembling breasts, now completely exposed to the older man beside her. Then she felt his two hands cup them, enclosing them hotly, while he squeezed and kneaded them, making her nipples hard and upright. He rubbed the two tiny buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a new wave of delicious excitement surging through her still resisting body, making her gasp again, this time with surprised pleasure.
He flicked his head forward, now and his mouth closed over one taut, tiny nipple. He began to suck on it with tantalizing delicacy, swirling his tongue maddeningly around the stiff little mound. The pressure of his mouth increased, and he sucked hungrily, now, his teeth nipping gently at the tender flesh.
"No… don't… stop it!" the youngster whimpered. This was a sin! It was wrong… merciful heaven… an impure evil act! And yet little flashes of wanton desire began to rip through her body, making her tingle and tremble with expectation. Her body seemed to come alive, to take fire with the new and thrilling sensation it was being subjected to, and she moaned aloud in her distress. "No… Mr. Creighton… stop," she whimpered again, making a final effort to push Rudy away from her quivering body. And then she sat still, her torso braced against the back of the seat, while Rudy trailed his tongue down the narrow valley between the youthfully swelling mounds of her breasts, then fastened his mouth on the other nipple, sucking that, too, into throbbing hardness.
His hands began to trace the smooth length of her bare midriff, down to the top of her nylon panties and back again. Suddenly, with a quick impatient gesture, he hooked his fingers into the narrow elastic waistband at the top of her little panties, stretching the flimsy material wide to let his hand slip down beneath it. It crawled down over her flat little belly to the patch of sparse golden curls at the base of it, probed teasingly at the warm, moist slit of her vagina, trailed along the narrow crevice there, then suddenly slipped around beneath her to cup one firmly rounded ass-cheek.
As abruptly as he had slipped his hand beneath her panties, he withdrew it. And then, with a swift movement, he lifted her buttocks from the seat of the car with one hand, while his other slid her bunched and crinkled uniform beneath them, pulling it down over the full curves of her thighs, down over her slim legs and ankles to the floor boards.
It fell in a pathetic little heap there, and he reached over to pick it up and toss it, like her bra, over the seat, into the back of the car. With another swift movement, he grasped the tight waistband of her panties, peeled them down to the half-moons of her buttocks now grinding desperately down into the car seat. "Lift up." He ordered, trying again to slip his hand beneath her. But Janice only stared at him wide-eyed, mesmerized at the idea of being stripped of her school uniform in this way, of having her naked body exposed to his lewd gaze.
"Come on, lift up!" he repeated. And when she still made no move, he yanked at the silky material pushing her into it.
Again Rudy's hand trailed across the soft smooth skin of her belly, down to the little patch of pubic hair between her legs. She held her breath. as his middle finger teased thrillingly at the warm, moist slit there, then slipped along it until it found the tiny, throbbing bud of her clitoris.
The unaccustomed touch sent wild shocks of maddening pleasure whipping up and down her spine, while her brain reeled with dull horror at what was happening. It was awful… sinful! And yet it was wonderful, too, and she writhed with shame at taking such wicked pleasure in it. She longed to fight off this obscenity to which Rudy was subjecting her and yet she was powerless under the overwhelming sexual stimulation.
The tiny girl moaned helplessly as her teacher's hand slipped down farther, parting the soft, quivering lips of her vagina. Suddenly, he found the wet smooth opening there and plunged his middle finger deep into it, with a thrust that broke through the symbol of her innocence, her hymen, that wrenched an anguished sob from her lips.
Then he skewered into the warm, wet cavern beyond and began to twist and turn the tip of it, plunging it farther and farther into her wide-spread cunt. She moaned again, feeling the moisture from it seeping down, drenching, closed her eyes, lying motionless as he finger-fucked her, sending little waves of fire lapping at her trembling body. Please God, she prayed silently! Help me! Help me from myself!
Janice began to rock back and forth on his lewdly impaling finger, oblivious to everything now but the waves of pleasure that crashed through her, the sharp little pin-pricks of ecstatic delight that seemed to explode in her veins. She heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being pulled down, and opened her eyes to see Rudy slither out of his own clothes. "Oooooohhh!" the minister's daughter squealed as her teacher's finger plunged deep up into her nakedly spread moist virginal pussy!
He grasped his thick, rigid cock between his thumb and forefinger as it sprang to freedom, and began to massage it lewdly. "Open your legs!" he hissed above her, pulling the foreskin back over the thick shaft jutting out from his loins.
A little cry escaped Janice's lips and a sudden shudder shook her body. Holy Mother of God! He was planning to shove that huge, throbbing thing into the narrow passage of her vagina. No! No! She couldn't let him do that. It was bad enough that he had thrust his finger into her virginal little cunt. That was sinful enough! But this… no! She would never, never let him force her into that!
She stared in horror as he continued to massage the thick blood-engorged rod of his cock, coaxing it into an iron-stiff hardness. Oh, dear Lord! It was monstrous. He would split her in half. He would kill her! She could never take it. Never in this world.
"Spread your legs!" he ordered again.
"No!" she cried, suddenly twisting and squirming. He withdrew his finger from her soft moist vagina with a wet sucking sound, and the girl instinctively clamped her legs together. "NO!" she screamed, half sliding along the seat in an effort to escape her teacher.
He reached out and seized her by the leg, swung her around and back on to his car seat, pushing her backwards onto it. Her legs splayed out as her back slapped against the leather cushion; one dangled slackly over the edge of the seat while the other was forced tight against the back of it.
Seizing her ankles now, Rudy spread her thighs even farther apart while Janice moaned in agony. Then he turned his own body so that he half knelt above her. Once more he took his thick cock between his fingers, once more massaged the rigid pole of flesh lewdly. Then he guided it slowly and deliberately into the moist pink folds of her cunt, parting her sparse blonde pubic hair with the large bulbous head.
Janice whimpered as it brushed against the fleshy lips of her cunt, then slowly burrowed into the warm, moist channel. Sweet Mother! It was mammoth! Even bigger than she had thought! She could not possibly take it! Not in a million years!
Rudy pushed the huge pole of flesh forward, bringing little gurgling noises from her tortured lips and then she felt it begin its slow prodding progress into her hot throbbing passage.
There was a great stretching feeling in her loins, and then, suddenly, his huge penis seemed to crash deep inside her, filling her whole belly with its hardness.
Rudy sank his blunt, throbbing member in to the hilt, his balls crashing lewdly against her roundly upturned ass-cheeks, then withdrew it almost to the tip. He looked down at the naked schoolgirl, offered up to him like a young Goddess sacrificed in some pagan rites and an obscene grim spread across his face. Usually the competitive athletic teacher gave himself some kind of a limit for seducing these kids. Today he had broken his record. Shit, half an hour! That was record time to have this kid thrashing beneath him, while he skewered relentlessly up into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her giving way as he thrust forward mercilessly, fucking in and out now in a steady, quickening rhythm.
He felt her as she rose to meet his thrusts, her pelvis up against his, gyrating her hips, thrusts screwing her pelvis up against his, turning and twisting on his impaling rod. Shit, this little minister's daughter was hotter than a firecracker! To think she had been a virgin! Look at her go!
Christ, he was lucky to have all these little students and the way she was fucking back she was going to be a prize pupil, Rudy thought. He began to quicken his strokes, fucking in and out relentlessly. His fingers gripped her soft, unresisting thighs, squeezing them torturously until the girl groaned in anguish. And still Rudy fucked on, plunging his piston-like cock deep up inside her until the huge bulbous head grazed against the flat hardness of her cervix.
The smooth velvet-like folds of Janice's vagina held him until he couldn't stand it any longer. The burning in his loins had increased unbearably, the ache in his balls was driving him out of his mind. He had to cum and he had to cum now! He looked down at the child's passion-contorted face, heard her own little screams of uncontrolled passion, felt a sudden rush of warm wet fluid seep from her cuntal walls. And then, as the thick white liquid boiling in his sperm-bloated balls shot forward, shot the length of his penis to spurt in rolling waves deep in her writhing young belly, as he grunted in his ultimate pleasure, he heard her voice ringing in his ears.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuugggggghhhhhh… oooooohhh… Mr. Creighton… I'm cccuuummmiiinnngggggg!"
The little girl thrashed in wild abandon beneath him in the ecstasy of her own male induced orgasm, and then at last lay back, limp and exhausted, her legs splayed out to the sides like those of a rag doll dropped carelessly upon over the front seat of the car. The full flat plane of her cunt was open, the narrow slit of her vagina exposed nakedly to view, while little rivulets of sperm seeped down between her thighs.
Rudy pulled himself from her spent body, gasping for breath himself, then gathered all his energy. While Janice still lay there, motionless and silent, he reached for his handkerchief and cleaned himself off. Later, according to Dean Lowell he would have an opportunity to try out some new things with the little virgin. There were still places she was a virgin and he was going to see that she wasn't!