"I asked you to report to me in my office tonight, Peter, because I have a few things to discuss with you. Your health records have not yet arrived from the last school that you attended, so we are going to have to check out some things ourselves."
"I've noticed, as has Mr. Kristopoulos," she lied, "that you seem to have trouble concentrating. You daydream more than is ordinary for a young man your age, and you, well, show other signs of not having your mind on your studies."
Peter blushed until he thought the blood was going to come spouting out of his ears. She had noticed him in French class that morning. How did he think she would miss anything as blatant as one of her students getting his rocks off in his pants in the middle of class? She's probably going to explain that I might be happier at another school, he thought. That's the way they put it when they want to get rid of you, but don't want to cause a stink by throwing you out on your tail.
"We need to check out your health. Perhaps you aren't eating properly, not getting enough sleep or enough exercise. I am a licensed nurse, so I will check the most obvious things as best I can until we get your health records."
Well, maybe she wasn't going to get rid of him after all. His spirits rose a little and he looked at her more carefully. She was a pretty good-looking old bag for her age. He wondered if her tits were as full and soft as he had imagined. She had her hair down, and that made her look a lot better. He felt his pecker twitch in his pants. Oh, my God, don't start that now, he prayed. I'll get my ass kicked out for sure. He didn't want to get expelled because he was starting to like the place. That Valerie looked might hot, too. She had really been giving him the eye and talking to him a teasing way after dinner. There were possibilities there, at least he hoped so.
"We'll start by taking your temperature. Just hold the thermometer in your mouth while I run down this check list and ask you some questions. Nod your head or shake it. Don't take the thermometer out of your mouth until I tell you to."
He nodded his head, wondering what she was up to. He sure as hell didn't have any temperature, and what was bothering him wasn't likely to be on her list.
"Have you felt feverish? No? Headaches? Difficulty focussing your eyes or reading? Head colds? Stiff neck?" She went on and on. He answered no to each of her questions and began to be lulled into the routine.
She flipped over another page of the questionnaire. "Have you been constipated or had any diarrhea?"
He blushed again, but shook his head.
"Have you had any difficulty urinating? Any blood or discharge in your urine?"
He turned a fiery red. No, he hadn't had any problems like that.
"Have you noticed any pain or discomfort when ejaculating?"
He thought he was going to faint. His ears had a roaring sound in them. He couldn't move his head one way or the other.
"Oh, I see. I'm embarrassing you. I'm sorry. You'll just have to answer the questions anyway. Have you noticed any pain when you ejaculate?"
Slowly unbelievingly, he shook his head no. He had never imagined such humiliation. Having her talk about him like that, like she was talking about him blowing his nose – it was just terrible. And the worst part about it was that his god damned cock was getting hard! He kept his hands at his side and tried to think of something else, anything, the seven deadly sins, something to keep him from getting a hard-on while he was standing there right in front of her.
"Good. Approximately how many times a week do you ejaculate, either through masturbation or wet dreams?"
The light in the room grew suddenly dim, and he swayed on his feet. He was definitely going to faint. She was asking him right to his face how many times he beat his meat! Holy Jesus! He'd rather die than answer a question like that!
"Oh, I'm sorry. You can't answer that with the thermometer in your mouth, can you? How silly of me." Miss Ferguson smiled a radiant smile at him and took the thermometer out of his mouth. His mouth was so dry he could have spit cotton. If he was going to have a fever, it damned sure must have showed up then. He stood there like an utter fool with his mouth hanging open. His damned cock was swelling up like a bastard, stuck in his jockey shorts and aching like hell.
"Peter, you haven't answered my question."
He snapped his mouth shut, then stammered, "Uh, I don't know, uh, maybe once a month or so." He lied, hoping that the answer would sound right. He didn't want her to think he was some kind of pin-headed, jerk-off artist.
Her eyebrows shot up in amazement. "Once a month? That is very surprising. Perhaps we have touched upon what is bothering you. From your appearance, I would judge that you were sexually mature. A boy your age usually has to relieve his sexual tensions at least once a day if not far more frequently."
He had fucked up again. Now, she was going to go on and on talking about sex while his cock got harder and harder until she couldn't help but see that he had a hard-on! Oh, God! How did he get himself into such messes?
She smiled at him coyly. "Now, Peter, surely you must masturbate yourself more frequently than that, don't you? What do you boys call it – jerking off? Pounding your prick? Beating your meat?"
He felt that rushing in his ears and his head spinning. She just couldn't be saying those words! It just couldn't be happening!
"Tell the truth, now. Don't you beat off more than once a month?"
He resolved to stick with his lie. He shook his head.
"Don't you masturbate at all?"
He shook his head.
"You know there's nothing wrong with it. It won't grow hair on the palms of your hands or make you go blind, you know."
He nodded his head. God, if it did that, he would have to shave his hands three times a day! He was completely speechless with embarrassment. Why wouldn't she shut up about jerking off and let him go back to his room so he could, well, jerk off!
"If you never masturbate, then your orgasm once a month must happen when you have a wet dream. Is that correct, Peter?"
She had him there. He guessed that it would be all right to admit that he had wet dreams. He nodded his head and hoped that she would let it go at that.
"Well, there we are!"
There we are, where? he thought.
"You don't have enough release from your sexual tensions. A young developing boy like you needs to relieve the pressure of the spasm building up in your testicles just as much as he needs to make sure that his bowels move regularly. That is why you are having so much trouble concentrating and are day dreaming so much."
Mary Frances was delighted with the way she had conducted the interview. She had reduced the boy to a mass of quivering jelly, except, of course, for that fine-looking young cock that was about to bust his zipper wide open. She knew he had lied like a rug about jerking off like all the boys did.
But she was enjoying the way he was standing there in front of her, utterly dominated by her power, fidgeting around like a little boy and hoping that his hard prong wasn't showing through his pants. Oh, he needed some more sex all right, no joke about that.
"The solution to your problem is quite simple. You need to learn how to masturbate. I'm sure if you masturbated or beat your meat once or twice each night before going to bed, you would be able to sleep better and would be able to concentrate better in class."
Holy Jesus! What was she going to pull now? His pecker?! Peter thought.
"Would you like me to call in Mr. Kristopoulos? I'm sure that he could show you the proper technique."
Oh, no, he thought. He wasn't going to let that big Greek get his hands on his cock. Maybe he was wrong about the gym teacher anyway. Maybe he was a queer like most of them were. He shook his head vigorously.
"All right, then, I will respect your wishes. Take your pants off, please."
He involuntarily cringed away from her. This dame was off her fucking mind!
Mary Frances nearly burst out laughing at the look on his face. Young Peter Bates looked like he thought I was going to cut his cock off instead of jerk it off! She loved to see the massive confusion that had seized his face. He was torn between horrible embarrassment and the faint hope that she was actually going to play with his prick.
"Take your pants off, Peter. You obviously have a very bad erection, and you must be very uncomfortable with your cock caught in your pants like that. It will feel much better out in the open, I'm sure."
He just stared at her with his eyes bugged out and his mouth beginning to drool. He began to fumble with his belt.
"Come here," she snapped with impatience. "You're all thumbs tonight."
He stepped toward where she was sitting at her desk, and she deftly unbuckled his belt for him and unhooked his pants. The boy was like a rag doll in her hands, completely without a will of his own. Only his jerking cock showed any signs of life.
Miss Ferguson had to squeeze her legs shut on her clit and give it a little rub to keep herself under control. She was ready to rape him on the spot.
"How could you possibly go to sleep with a hard-on like that, Peter? Would you like me to jack you off and show you how to do it?"
He finally found his tongue again, "Yes, Ma'am, I sure would."
Miss Ferguson put her hand around his stiff rod and gently stroked it. The poor fucker gave a groan and jerked his dick back and forth in her grasp. He sucked in his belly and looked down at his cock in her grip. It took only a couple of pumps for him to come. His jizz shot out in broad ribbons of white fuck juice all over her blouse and down into her lap. His knees started to buckle with the ecstasy she produced in him. This was far beyond his wildest dreams! The headmistress of the school had just jerked off his cock in her private office!
Miss Ferguson gasped with pleasure to see how big a load the boy was blowing off for her. It was really quite magnificent, as much cum as Kris could have shot. She wanted to take Peter's cum into her mouth and drain him dry, but she held off. It would be more fun to follow her plan and keep him on tenderhooks until she was ready to let Valerie take his virginity. Then Belinda, she thought to herself as her eye caught his fine blond cock hairs. She wanted to see his blond hair tangled with the red pussy thatch of Belinda. It would make such a satisfying sight!
"You see, Peter, you had quite a large amount of sperm built up inside you. The tension of that was keeping you from relaxing. You should jerk off at least once a day. That is, until you have a chance to start fucking girls. Then you won't have to jerk off anymore."
He was absolutely stunned. Now she was talking about fucking girls. God, what kind of school is this? It sounded like some kind of dream come true. There she was, sitting in front of him with his jism all over the front of her clothes and his cock still in her hand, talking about fucking! Hell, they had thrown him out of the last school for doing a tenth of what they had just done.
She took out a little handkerchief and began to wipe his cock off with tender care. She tucked it away for him in his pants and zippered him up, snapped and buckled him.
"Now, see if you don't feel better after that, Peter," Miss Ferguson said with a warm smile. She dabbed at the strands of his cum that were dripping down her blouse onto her skirt. "My, my! I'll surely have to wash these clothes before I can wear them again."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he said.
"Oh, that's quite all right, Peter. I should have know better. It's much neater to suck cocks instead of beating them off. That way all the cum lands in your mouth where you can swallow it instead of all over your clothes. Yes, I should have known that you would have a big load. I should have sucked your cock for you." She smiled sweetly and apologetically up at him.
Peter's cock was already hard as concrete again and straining at his pants. He groped himself openly in front of her, moaning like an idiot in his desire for her to take his dick between those lovely red lips and drink a load of his jism.
"No, no. I don't have time now, Peter. You'll just have to jack off in your room by yourself tonight. I really have too much work to get done tonight. Papers to grade, you know." She gave him a pat on the prick and sent him off toward the door. "I look forward to seeing how well you can concentrate in class tomorrow! Good night!"
"Good night, Miss Ferguson," he mumbled in tortured disappointment. His cock was so hard that he could hardly walk. As he left, she called out to him, "Sweet dreams!"
She knew that they were going to be sweet and creamy, and she was going to watch him on her private television as he beat off his poor cock all night long, dreaming of what might happen the next time she called him to her office.
Miss Ferguson's plan was to send Valerie into Peter's room and to drive him nuts without letting him fuck her. The plan worked to perfection, and now that Valerie had left, Miss Ferguson sat in front of her TV monitors, watching Peter feverishly stroking his cock.
After several minutes, there was a knocking on the door to the sitting room, but Mary Frances just couldn't stop then to let her in. Peter was thrashing around on his bed, yanking on his cock with all the strength of his young arm, and she had her eyes glued too the television screen watching him. She had her dildo hard at work in her own overheated cunt and needed an orgasm just as badly as the boy did. She pumped the plastic prong in and out rapidly in time with Peter's strokes on his own pecker. It was a toss-up as to who was driving whom crazy with the tantalizing need for sex.
She had been so terribly thrilled to see the boy's uncontrollable passion when he shot his steaming load all over his bed. Now he was going to come off again, not knowing that Miss Ferguson was fucking herself in her imagination with his sturdy young cock. There he went, arching his body up off the bed and aiming for the ceiling, spurting, spraying his seed out.
Miss Ferguson bit her lip and came off right with him. Her arm ached from the hard fucking she was giving herself, but it was worth it. Her clit throbbed in ecstasy as she let down another wave of cunt cream onto the dildo's bumpy shaft.
She had forgotten, however, about the pass key that she had given Valerie to get into Peter's room. Now her own tricks had turned against her. There was Valerie standing next to her desk in her secret office!
"So that's how you know what's going on all over the place!" the young girl said in admiration for her teacher. "That's really fantastic. I thought you just had the rooms bugged, but television! I never even thought of that. It must have cost a fucking fortune to have it installed! Show me how it works."
Mary Frances was very angry at herself for slipping up, and at Valerie for discovering her secret, but she didn't have much choice in the matter now. The girl was in, and there was no getting her out now. She stifled her anger as best she could, and flicked on different monitors around the building to show how comprehensive her control of her domain really was.
"Show me Kris' room," Valerie demanded. Mary Frances turned the knob, and Kris appeared on the screen, lying on his bed naked, lazily stroking his cock.
"Does he know about this?" the girl asked.
"No. No one did but I until you found out."
"Me you going to watch Kris and me fucking?"
"I was thinking seriously about it," Mary Frances said with a touch of sarcasm.
"And he won't know you're watching. Ooo," she squeezed her slim legs together and clamped her hand over her pussy. "That will be so exciting. I'll blow you a kiss when I'm going to cum! I've got to go now. I'm about to cream at the very idea! Watch me, Mary Frances!" She hurried out, still fingering her clit as she went. Miss Ferguson relaxed a little. She was pissed off that anyone had found out her little secret pleasure, but the girl seemed to fit right into the spirit of the thing. She turned back to the console after carefully relocking the doors. She watched the big, dumb Greek playing with his cock and waited for Valerie to get to his room.
Kris was lying on his bed, feeling vaguely horny, wanting a little fun, but with nothing much in mind. Mary Frances hadn't been using him for a couple of days and had warned him again about having girls in his room without her permission.
He jumped up when he heard the sound of a key in the lock on his door. Mary Frances rarely ever bothered to come to his room when she wanted him to service her, but who else could it be? His jaw dropped open when he saw Valerie step into his room waving a key in her hand.
"Look what I found, Kris! The key to all the goodies in this place. I feel like a little girl in a candy store with permission to sample all the candy I want."
"My God!" he gasped. "If Miss Ferguson catches you with that in here, she'll skin us both!"
"Don't worry about her. I checked before I came over. She's, uh, busy now. She won't bother us tonight. How about it big boy? You in the mood?"
He laughed, "Ain't I always?" He lay back down on his bed and spread his legs. "Come on, baby, let's have us some fun! Christ! You look sexy as hell in that little nightie! It shows off your tits real good. Makes me hungry to eat 'em right up. Don't take it off yet. Let me play with it on you."
She was pleased with the effect her nightie was having on him. His long cock was lying up his belly in the curly black hair and getting bigger by the moment. As her eyes centered hungrily on that extra-large serving of meat, she remembered that Mary Frances was watching them on the television monitor, and she shivered in delight. I'll give you a show you won't forget for a long time, she thought. She hopped up on the bed and crawled on top of Kris, straddling his belly with his huge horse cock trapped under her pussy.
He grinned in delicious lust and reached up for her tits. Her nipples went hard before he even touched them. The filmy silk of the nightie did that to her. The material was black, but so thin that he could easily see right through it, she knew. She stuck her chest out for him to see, but wriggled away from his grasp. She felt his cock pounding against her pussy as she played with him. She cupped her tits and stretched the silk over her dark nipples and offered them to him. He raised his head up, mouth gaping open, and pulled her to him. He sucked on her sensitive tits through the silk.
It was just too much for her. She had been so worked up by playing with Peter and with seeing Miss Ferguson fucking herself with that fake cock and knowing that she was watching them that she had to let go. She rubbed her clit through the silk on the underside of his shaft and gasped with the thrill of her cum. Her tight, black silk panties felt so slippery and sexy, and his cock was so hot and hard. She jerked her clit against it and released a gush of cunt juice. The hot cunt cream soaked through her panties and wet the giant dork trapped between her cunt lips.
"Hey! You're hot tonight, aren't you, Val? Been dreamin' about me?"
She smiled down at him and nodded her head in a sleepy way. She was just beginning, and the big Greek was going to have to do his best to satisfy her tonight. She pushed away from him with her hands on his broad hairy chest and slithered down his body. She trapped his cock under the edge of her nightie top and pushed down until his prick was nestled between her young tits. She pushed her tits together to frig him with their warm flesh and sucked his dick head into her mouth. She looked up at him and watched him close his eyes in delight at the way she was loving him up.
She sucked on the lemon-sized head of it for awhile, tasting the sharp clean man taste of him in her mouth, the clear pre-cum that he was pumping out as his passion mounted. She wanted to deep-throat him, take him all the way, the whole impossible foot-long dong, but she couldn't see how it possibly could when just his cock head alone was filling her mouth until her jaws ached from the stretching.
Her pussy was getting too hot for the little panties. She wanted some loving, too. She pulled his prong out of her mouth with a plop and sat up. She pulled the nightie off over her head and slipped out of the panties. Now she was naked.
Valerie was still sitting on his legs, but now she moved up his body, rubbing her cunt and hard clit across his balls, his wiry hairs tickling and scratching her flesh. Up along the long, long shaft of his cock, the juicy knob popping briefly into her pussy. Then up his belly and chest, leaving a trail of twat cream glistening behind her on his skin. He was grinning in anticipation. Then, with a little hop, up over his chin and into his waiting mouth. She really sat on his face and frigged her clit on his big Greek nose.
His tongue was diving into her cunt hole, spearing into her body and lapping up the fuck juices there. She moaned in ecstasy. She clutched her breasts in her hands and stroked them eagerly, as she got hotter and hotter. She shook her head in a frenzy, her long black hair whipping around her thin shoulders. She was trembling on the point of climaxing, but she needed more than his tongue up her twat to give her the satisfaction that she needed.
Valerie slid rapidly down his body again, reaching between her legs for his hard cock. She grabbed it and thrust the fat plum of it against her clit and fagged like crazy. The violent excitement of it was bringing them both off before she knew what was happening. Her clit was engorged and throbbing against his cock knob. Then a burning burst of jizz gushed out of him as he raised his hips up off the bed with her still astride him. He bucked wildly and fucked out his loads of cum right onto her cunt-mound.
As he pumped out the last, of his fuck juice, she slipped his cock into her cunt and settled down onto it, sliding it deeply into her body and clamping her cunt muscles on his fucker as the final shot of his jism spouted against the mouth of her womb.
His cock was pulsing inside her pussy with the heavy beat of his heart. Every now and then, he made it take a big jump to remind her that it took a lot more than one shot to finish a battle. She clamped her cunt down on him and pulled up off his chest. With her body braced on her hands and knees and her pussy pulling as hard as she could make it on his dong, she started revolving her little hips around in tight circles.
She twirled all the way around on his cock, moving her legs over his and switching positions until she ended up facing his feet with his prick still lovingly trapped inside her cunt. Then she sat back on her fanny and looked down. She had every inch of him crammed up inside her. She reached down and gathered up his nuts in her two little hands and pulled. His ball bag was so big that she was easily able to hold them up over her open cock-stuffed cunt.
She touched the soft, delicate skin of his scrotum to her clit and rolled the big lemons around it.
Kris gasped a little as she handled him somewhat roughly, but it felt good to him, too. She took a handful of his nuts and scrubbed them up and down over her clit like a washwoman using an old-fashioned scrub board to do the laundry. The effect was just what she was looking for. She raised her ass up on his shaft and took her first stroke on it. She sucked with her pussy on his prong and then settled back down. Up she went again, pulling her knees in closer to his legs so she could take longer strokes, and then down hard enough to make a splat sound when her ass smacked down on his belly.
Faster and faster she fucked while she frigged her aching clit with his sack of nuts. She felt the orbs inside sliding around under her fingers, and she clenched them tightly, making him pull his legs up in passion laced with a little pain. Then her body started shivering and she slid down flat on his belly with his cock buried deeply inside her. She frigged rapidly and brought herself off to another orgasm.
Kris didn't join her that time. She had been yanking a little too hard on his balls for that. Up until then, he had taken the passive position flat on his back and let her do whatever she wanted to, but now he was ready to get his rocks off his way. He sat up on the bed, his cock still stuffed in her cunt.
She was limp in his grasp. He put his hands over her hot young tits and got up on his knees, holding her in front of him in his powerful arias and on his massive cock.
He put her down on her face on the bed and pushed her legs up so that her knees were tight against her chest. Then he twirled her around on his cock like she weighed a half pound. She was curled up into a ball, facing him now, her eyes wide open and glittering in his power. Her hair was spread out against the tangled sheets like spilled black threads. He put her heels up on his shoulders and supported her little ass on the palms of his hands. She was a very little girl then under his huge strong body. He pulled her up until only her shoulders were braced against the bed and started fucking her with long, hard strokes that nearly knocked the breath out of her when he slammed his balls against the cheeks of her little butt.
She thought he was going to drive that donkey dick of his right up her body and out her mouth. She had never felt so thoroughly penetrated before. He more than filled her on each downward thrust. Her clit was mashed down toward her cunt hole with the force of each inward shag, and her trigger was being stroked in long, forceful pulls as his long dick shafted into her pussy. She felt the power of his hands and each finger as he held her butt up and fucked it. She was a child, utterly helpless before his massive assault. She loved it!
She was rolling her head back and forth on the bed as he fucked her, as if she were trying to say no, but she meant yes. Just then she spotted a glint of light in the corner of the room next to the ceiling. It was the television camera lens, she knew it was!
She was beginning the passionate convulsions of her orgasm as she raised her hand and waved at the camera behind Kris' back. She felt the streams of jizz spraying out of his pulsing prong as she let down her load and blew a kiss to Mary Frances. Hope you had a good show and enjoyed this as much as I am, she thought. Her orgasm was extra good at the thought of sharing it with Miss Ferguson back there in her secret control room.
Mary Frances was busy burning out the motor on her best vibrator when she saw the wicked little girl waving to her. She had the dildo up her cunt and was trying to force the vibrator in, too.
Mary Frances came off in her own shuddering orgasm. She felt the pleasure she knew that the girl was feeling as the massive stud pronged her little cunt, and it released her waves of pleasure in her own body.
She dropped the burnt-out vibrator from her exhausted fingers and flopped back in her chair, breathing hard.
"If that little bitch tells a single soul about my television system and ruins it for me, I'll, I'll…" She could think of no punishment sufficient enough.
Mary Frances was still a little put-off Saturday morning as she sat in her sports car in front of the bus station. Valerie had kept her mouth shut so far, and Miss Ferguson was still debating whether or not to trust her or send her home at the end of the term. She glanced at her watch again, checking on the time for Brant's arrival. Brant, the handsome young sister-raper. She had written him a letter, asking him to come by and check on Belinda.
The heavy bus lumbered up to the small station and stopped at the single covered platform. The passengers filed out after the driver and lined up at the side of the bus to claim their baggage. Brant was easily picked out by his flaming red hair. It was just a shade lighter than Belinda's and hung in thick waves over his ears and the collar of his wind breaker. Mary Frances checked out his figure before signaling to him. He was tall for seventeen years of age and had the very broad shoulders and narrow waist of the natural athlete. He was a surfer, Belinda had said. He walked with the easy grace of a boy who knows how handsome and sexy he is. Mary Frances beeped on the horn and waved to him. He walked over to where she was sitting in the car. He had a snotty little swagger to his walk.
"You're Miss Ferguson?"
"Yes, Brant, nice to meet you. Put your suitcase in behind the seats and let's go."
He stowed the suitcase and then neatly hopped over the door of the car and into the seat next to her. He was as graceful in his movements as a trained gymnast, even landing on his little butt without whomping down on the seat.
Mary Frances thought, he's so graceful in his movement, I wonder if he is gay? No, not from the descriptions of his behavior Belinda gave me. But I'll bet that like most teenage boys he's a little worried about possibly being a fruit. I'll keep that in mind. So damned handsome, skin as flawless as his sister's with a little more tan. Blue eyes, white teeth. Seventeen years old and made it with so many girls he thinks he's God's gift to women. I'm going to fix his little red wagon!
When they got to the school, she took him straight to her office and shut the door. She locked it, too, behind her back.
"Please have a seat, Brant," she said in a polite and firm voice. He sat in the chair in front of her desk while she sat down behind it. He had his arms on the arms of the chair, his large hands dangling at ease, his legs spread wide allowing his full crotch plenty of room. He's very sure of himself, she thought.
"Your sister doesn't know that you are here, Brant."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh? Why not?"
"We are hoping to use your visit with her as a therapeutic device. She has recovered greatly from what you did to her, but the recovery is far from complete." She kept her voice even and impersonal as if she were discussing a test paper with a student.
His face absolutely drained of color. His legs came together as if to protect his balls, his back straightened up, and his pupils dilated in fear. "She, she told you?" he croaked.
"Oh, yes, I know all about it. I wouldn't have been able to get her as far out of her shell as she is without knowing what had driven her into it."
"What are you going to do?"
"Well, I could tell your parents of course. They have no idea what happened to their daughter, no idea, yet."
"Oh, God! Please don't do that! Belinda never told them. I don't see why you should. Please don't. They'd kill me!"
"What makes you think that you don't deserve killing?"
"I didn't mean to! I was drunk and high on pot! I was so out of it, I didn't even know who she was, I swear!"
"Oh, but I think you knew very well who she was. I think you have wanted to fuck your sister since as long as you can remember! The booze and the dope were just an excuse, just a way of covering up what you really wanted to do, weren't they?"
He hung his head and shook it, moaning, but still denying his intentions. Mary Frances wondered if he was as hung as Belinda had described him. He sure didn't look like such a big stud now. She had said that he was terribly big, monstrously large, and had hurt her wry badly. Of course, Belinda had been a virgin then. How many cocks had she seen hard to know whether her beloved brother was all that big or not?
"You've fucked a lot of girls, haven't you?" she asked. He sat there staring into his lap, unmoving. She slammed her hand down on the desk like a pistol shot. His head snapped up. "The truth, young man, and don't shit around about it, or I'll pick up this phone and call your parents right away!"
Tears were filling his eyes in his agony. He nodded his head.
"When did you start?"
"Fifteen," he mumbled, barely moving his lips.
"Louder!"
"Fifteen."
"That's better. It was good, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"But it wasn't what you wanted, was it?"
His lips trembled. "You're not going to tell my folks, are you?"
"Not unless I have to. You weren't satisfied with the girls you fucked, though, were you? You had your eyes on your little sister all the time. Let me see, she must have been thirteen or fourteen then. Her breasts must have started to grow. You wanted her, didn't you? You wanted to fuck your sister!"
He nodded his head as if he thought the whole world was going to come falling down on his head if he admitted the truth.
"That's better," she said again, letting her breath out in a sigh. "Now we're getting somewhere. Well, you certainly went about it the wrong way. Did it ever occur to you that your sister might have had the same idea?"
His eyes flew open and his mouth dropped open in astonishment at what she had just said.
"You heard me correctly. Didn't it ever occur to you that your sister worshipped her big, handsome, older brother? Did you ever talk to her or listen to her to find out what she thought? Or did you think you had to use force to get what you wanted? Haven't you always taken what you wanted without thinking about what anyone else wants or would feel about what you wanted to do?"
He broke down and started crying, sobbing openly like a little boy. "What do you want me to do?" he cried out between sobs.
She leaned back in her chair. She was completely in charge now, and already, her feeling of animosity toward the boy was ebbing. She would make things right and make both of them happy, not to mention herself.
"Take your clothes off and come with me," she ordered.
She took him into her private room behind the sitting room. The lights were out, the room pitch black. She felt for the doorknob on a closet there. It was empty, just a plain closet. She guided his naked body into it.
"Wait here in the dark. Wait and think. I will come back to you later."
"Yes, Ma'am," Brant said meekly. He sat down on the floor of the closet, his head spinning with all the things that had just happened to him. He needed a little time to think. For the first time in his life, he had admitted to someone else the fact that he lusted after the body of his own sister. For the first time in his life, he was beginning to understand the fact that he not only lusted after his sister, but loved her too, and wanted her to love him.
Mary Frances left him, not even bothering to lock the door. She knew that he would stay put. She went back into her official sitting room and got ready for step two. First, she picked up the rags of his clothing off the floor and threw them in the trash can. She also hid his suitcase from sight. Then she opened her closet and changed from her business clothes into more comfortable ones. She let her hair down and put on her special perfume. She dimmed the lights, and from her desk drawer she took out a small cardboard box.
She flicked a switch on her intercom and pressed down the bar. "Belinda?"
The girl was waiting in her room as Miss Ferguson had told her. She jumped a little at the sound of the soft voice in her room. Miss Ferguson had told her that something extra special was going to happen that Saturday, but hadn't told her what.
"Yes, Miss Ferguson?"
"Please come to my office, dear."
"Yes, Ma'am." Belinda slid off her bed and headed for Miss Ferguson's sitting room. She was tense and excited, not knowing what was in store for her. When she got excited like that, she felt a little dizzy. Excitement always brought back memories of her brother and that night on the beach. Miss Ferguson had taught her to be able to think about it now instead of drifting back into the haze that she had set up for so long to blot it out, but the memory was still so painful and ugly. Brant shouldn't have done that, not that way, not on the beach with the others there, not hurting her. It all came back again, and tears came to her eyes. She paused to lean against the wall of the corridor and pull herself back together again.
Miss Ferguson was sitting on the chaise lounge when the girl walked into her office. She could see at once that the suspense was working on Belinda's nerves. "Sit down here, dear. You look tired and nervous."
"I am a little, Miss Ferguson. I didn't sleep very well last night."
"You may call me Mary Frances, dear. We are alone and private here. Stretch out here beside me. Did you dream about Brant again, my dear?"
"Yes, I did. I woke up crying, and my heart was pounding. It was just terrible again. Not the way it was supposed to be."
"I have some medicine here for you that I think will make those bad dreams go away. I want you to lie here, very still, and quiet and as relaxed as you can be. I'm going to give you a shot and talk to you while the medicine works. The shot will sting a little, but there won't be any other pain, and you will soon be feeling much better."
The girl lay down on the soft lounge. She tried to relax, but her muscles were still tense and she still had tears in her eyes. Memories are very hard things to live with.
"Take a few deep, slow breaths and relax completely, dear. It is all right. You are completely safe. Mary Frances is here, and she will take care of you. That's just fine. Let yourself go and just relax from the top of your head right down to your toes. Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, Mary Frances," the girl said.
"Now I want you to think of Brant in the days before the incident happened on the beach, before he hurt you. Tell me about him then, dear."
"Brat is so handsome," She giggled. "I haven't called him Brat since I was just a little girl. I couldn't say his name right. He used to call me Lindy before we started to grow up."
"He is so handsome, the handsomest boy there ever was, so strong and tall. I always tagged along behind him. Sometimes he would get very mad at me when I got in his way, but when there weren't any other kids around, he would be so nice to me and hold me and make me feel so good."
"That's what was so wrong when he, he hurt me. He would never have done that to me if there weren't the others there. He could be so mean and cruel when he was showing off in front of the other kids."
Her voice began to rise in mounting anxiety. Mary Frances gave her a little more of the drug and soothed her forehead, closing her eyes with her fingertips and kissing her lips gently.
"Relax, dear, Brant won't hurt you any more. Tell me what it should have been like."
"He should have come to my room in the night the way he would when we were little kids. He should have crawled in bed with me the way we used to. We would talk all night and hug each other and kiss. I would have let him do it then. I wanted him to do it. I remember when his thing would get hard, and he would hold it tight against my leg when we were little. I touched it, and he said it felt good. He should have come to me like that, and I would have made love to him. It would have been so beautiful."
"Think about that, my dear, and rest awhile. Just sleep and relax." The girl's head nodded off in a few seconds, and she was soon breathing deeply and regularly in a sound sleep. Mary Frances leaned over her and began to undress her. She admired the gorgeous lush figure in the dim light, the light, creamy skin, the high, full breasts and lush hips. The delicate hair on her plump pussy. This was a hell of a fine dish to serve up to Brant. He had better prove himself worthy of it. She went to her closet and took out a sheet which she spread over the naked girl's sleeping form.
She went into the back room, leaving the lights off. She opened the door of the closet. In the dim light, she could just barely make out the boy's form squatting in the corner with his head down on his arms. "Lindy is waiting for you," she said softly.
He raised his head. "Belinda?"
"You used to call her Lindy, remember? When you were little and would crawl into her bed at night, Brat. She would like you to get into bed with her again and love her."
There was silence and then a sob. "Lindy? Lindy wants me after what I did?"
"Shush. It's all right now. You're going to love her tenderly now. The way she wanted you to. The way you wanted also, didn't you?"
"Yes. Is it all right? Can I sleep with Lindy tonight, Mama?"
God! The boy was slipping right into the past without benefit of any serum!
"Yes, it's all right, Brat. You can make love to her. Mama says so."
She took his hand and led him into the front room where his sister was sleeping. In the brighter light, she could see his excitement rousing. His long cock was swiftly coming up from a loose dangle to a full erection. She led him to the couch and gently pushed him down on his knees beside it.
"Wake her up, Brat, and tell her you're sorry. Then you can ask her if you can get into bed with her."
"Lindy? Lindy?" he whispered softly.
"Brat?" she stirred and turned toward him.
"Lindy, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Say it's all right."
"You were bad, Brat."
"I know. Please say you forgive me."
"I forgive you, Brat. I love you."
"I love you, Lindy. Can I get in bed with you. I'm cold."
She opened her arms to him.
"I don't have any clothes on, Lindy. Is that all right?"
She giggled. "I lost my clothes, too. Come on in."
He sighed in a long release of pent-up desire and guilt all mixed together. He lifted the sheet and slid in beside her. Mary Frances could see him putting his arms around her and hugging her to his body. As they kissed and embraced, she knelt at the end of the couch and slowly pulled the sheet off the entwined forms before her lustful eyes. She hiked her loose soft skirt up to her waist and let her throbbing clit get a little air. She wore no panties.
Belinda had her soft thigh across Brant's hip and was kissing him passionately. His cock was hidden from Miss Ferguson's view, but she knew that it was hot and hard. Belinda's legs were spread and Mary Frances could see her ruby-red clit sticking out of the lighter red hair of her pussy. Brant's fat young balls were snug against his sister's cunt and his cock hair was tangled with her cunt hair. They were kissing so deeply that Mary Frances could see the muscles working in their throats as they sent their tongues exploring. Brant moved his hand from his sister's back around to cup the fullness of her tit. Her lovely rose-colored nipple was erect and hard. He stroked the breast and rubbed her nipple on his own chest.
Belinda finally broke the kiss and pulled back to get some air. "Oh, Brat, your thing is so hard! It's pushing against my belly. It's so hot too. I feel it like a hot bar on my skin. What makes it that way?"
"It wants to fuck."
"What is fucking?"
"My cock wants to go up inside your pussy and rub around inside."
"But it's so big! How can you put it into my little pussy without hurting me?"
"It will fit. Feel him banging on your belly? He wants to get inside."
"My little button feels all excited and good, too. Feel how hard it is." He moved to put his hand down to her hot cunt, but she stopped him. "Don't do it with your hand, Brant. Touch my little thing with your big thing. That will feel so good."
He pulled away from her a little, and Miss Ferguson got a good look at his super-hard cock as he grasped the steely shaft in his right hand. He was so hard, that he could barely bend his prick down to touch her clit with his cockhead. He had to scoot down a little way in the couch to do it comfortably. Mary Frances was fingering her own throbbing clit and working up to another orgasm while she watched the brother getting ready to fuck his sister.
His cockhead was deep red. His big hand gripped the shaft with lots of cock left over. He painted her pussy with the clear pre-cum that was drooling from the slit in his dick. They were both creamy and glistening with lubricating fluid by then. He was taking long, gentle strokes starting above her trigger, down over the little button, down to the mouth of her cunt, picking up some of the cunt cream she was oozing out, and wiping it back up her pussy. With each stroke, he lingered longer at her cuntlips.
She hitched her leg up higher on his hip and opened her pussy wider to him. Her forehead was resting on his chest as he frigged her clit with his cock and nudged at her hole. He pushed his prong down, then, and held it at the opening of her cunt.
Belinda slowly pushed her hips toward him and enveloped the head of his cock in the soft, sweet mouth of her pussy. He kept completely still and let her manage the pace of his first entry into her cunt. He had learned his lesson all right. He was letting her take his big fucker at a rate that would make sure that she felt no discomfort.
Inch by inch the satiny ivory shaft disappeared into her cunt. Mary Frances' fingers were strumming on her clit like she was flying out for dueling banjos. She felt her insides turning into boiling lava. She couldn't stop then, no matter what. She leaned forward and laid her cheek down on the end of the couch. Her fantasy was being enacted in front of her eyes, her fantasy and theirs. Her hips lurched toward them in convulsions of lust as she dissolved in passion. She came off in a seemingly unending stream of orgasm, wave after wave of it washing out of her cunt and over her frigging fingers. Her whole body was going loose on her. She was propped up against the end of the couch, as boneless as a rag doll. She frigged herself onward and onward until she began to loose consciousness. She dropped her hand away just before she collapsed. It was one of the best climaxes she had had in years! But she wasn't satisfied. Like a junkie, she wanted another hit, this time a little better than the last one had been.
When she got a little control of herself again, she straightened up to see them fuck better. They were still on their sides, but Brant had taken control now that his sister was wide open and ready for him. His slim hips and tight little ass were driving that long cock of his in and out of her so fast that Mary Frances could hardly focus on his fucker.
They were getting close to coming. They had to be – no boy on earth could fuck so hard and fast like that without getting his nut off, and no girl could take such a welcome pronging without getting off with him. He had her locked fast in his strong arms, her breasts crushed against his chest. He used his hold on her body to whip his dick into her cunt faster and faster. There was the strength of the young, tirelessness.
Mary Frances saw Belinda starting to come. She started moaning in a low humming noise that picked up higher and higher and louder and louder like a siren approaching. Brant never let up a minute, not a half a second in his furious fucking. His balls were up tight to the root of his cock, and she could see them jerking, and the base of his cum tube was pulsing too! He was shooting his load of cream into her cunt without even slowing down while he came! He just kept right on fucking as fast as before, or even faster!
His load of fuck juice was soon gushing out of Belinda's cunt, forced out as fast as he fucked it in with the thrusts of his prong into her pussy. She must have been as tight as a rubber on his shaft, because there wasn't a bit of room in her pussy for a drop of his jism. It hung off the plump lips of her pussy and his balls like vanilla custard, thick, rich and virile. What a fucker this boy was!
He had to stop. He just had to! He couldn't keep it up like this. Not even Kris could come like that without missing a stroke, but all he did was to twist his body over on top of hers in one quick movement and fuck away without dropping a beat! He was up on his hands now. His body arched above hers, touching only his hands and toes to the couch as he drilled his dick into her gushing cunt. He looked like a boy snapping off push-ups in a show of fine athletic condition, but he wasn't just humping some gym mat, he was fucking his big cock into his sister!
Mary Frances got up off her knees. Her body felt light and dreamy like she was a floating puff of dandelion blown into the wind. She didn't need her clothes. They were holding her down. She stood next to the boy and girl fucking on the couch and slowly, dreamily stripped her clothes off. She sat down on the head of the couch and looked into Belinda's face as her brother fucked her. Belinda smiled at her.
"Your brother is fucking you, isn't he, my dear?"
"Yes, Mama. It feels so good. I came like when you sucked on my pussy for me. I think I'm going to come again. Brat has such a big cock, doesn't he? I'm so proud to have my big brother fucking my little pussy with his big cock."
Brant turned his face up and looked at Mary Frances. He had a look of utter peace and contentment on his face. "It's all right, isn't it Mama? It's all right for me to fuck Lindy, isn't it?"
"Yes, dear. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves."
She spread her legs, one on each side of Belinda's head and gently pushed the boy's head down to her cunt. His tongue shot out instantly and lapped into the pool of cream at the bottom of her cunt just under the hole. He whipped it up over her cunt to the long clit of hers as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. Her ass bumped against the top of Belinda's head as she started coming off again.
Belinda was glad that Brant was sucking off Mamma's cunt, too, and giving her a good time. It was so thoughtful of him. She was going to come again, any second now.
Meanwhile, back in the halls of the school, all kinds of things were developing. Mostly the doings of the little witch, Valerie. All the time that Miss Ferguson was arranging the details of her masterpiece. Valerie was working on her masterpiece. She had been in and out of the girls' rooms all morning, shutting the door behind her, whispering, plotting, arranging. She had her own plan to put into effect!
She soon had the girls' ears flaming red and got them scurrying around to their boy friends and spreading the plot. She left Peter for last. Naturally. He was one of the main reasons for the whole plot in the first place! She tracked him down on the edge of the athletic field. He was dressed in his gym clothes, but he looked like the most activity he could work himself up to was knocking the heads off some wild flowers with a stick. She snuck up behind him, little witch that she was, and nearly startled the boy right put of his clothes.
"OH! Valerie! I was thinking about you just now."
"I hope you weren't planning to knock my head off with that stick."
"What?" he looked down at the stick in his hand like he had never seen it before. He threw it into the weeds. "No, no, I was thinking about, uh, you know, uh, that night you, uh, came into my, uh, room to talk." He blushed from embarrassment while he spoke.
"Yes, Peter?" she smiled sweetly at him.
"I was wondering if you would, uh, like to talk some more." He was about to strangle on his own tongue trying to form the words and say them to her. God! She looked so good and sexy! She was wearing a short, short skirt that practically came up to her crotch and a knit, pullover blouse. He could see her pointed nipples standing up under the thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the way those boobs swung and jiggled made the sweat pour off him! Those titties were doing other things to him, too. He was glad for once that he had a tight jockstrap on, at least this time he would be able to keep his cock under some control and not embarrass himself the way he had done so many times before.
"I'd love to, Peter. Why don't we go for a walk. It's so warm out here today, the cool of the woods would be nice."
"I thought maybe we could go back to my room. It's air-conditioned."
"You know that girls aren't allowed in boys' rooms, Peter. Besides, we can talk in the woods, don't you think? I know some nice, private trails in here."
"That sounds great, Valerie," he agreed eagerly. She took his hand and led him down to the opening of the path into the woods. Wow! She thought, this boy is as hot as a firecracker! His hand was drenched in sweat and feverish to her touch. And he was trembling like a leaf! She smiled at him and watched him swallow hard and smile back at her. He was so cute, and so innocent! Well, Peter, you can kiss your innocence good-bye, she thought. You won't have it to drag around with you when we come back out of the woods!
She led him into the cool shade along the path. "What did you want to talk about, Peter?" she teased.
"Well, you know. I've been feeling kind of lonely, too, here, and I sure liked talking to you in my room the other night, and I thought maybe you liked talking with me."
"Do you have a girl friend back home, Peter?" she interrupted.
"No, I, uh, never had a real girl friend, before, I uh, mean, not like…"
"I'm surprised! You like girls, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah! I think about, uh…" he stopped in massive confusion and embarrassment as he remembered that she had seen him thinking about girls that day in French class!
"Would you like to have a girl friend here at school? Peter?" she said, and let a little blush creep up her throat.
"Would you be my girl friend, Valerie?" he blurted out.
"Ooo, I was hoping you would say that. I'd love to be your girl friend, Peter. All the girls will be so jealous when I tell them that you're all mine. How about giving me a kiss, boy friend?"
Before he could say a word, she jumped at him. She plastered her young body up against his and kissed him passionately on his lips. He was taken by surprise, but quickly rallied. He wound his arms around her and kissed her right back, but with his mouth shut. He didn't know any better.
She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue between his lips. He acted surprised as she devoured his lips and nibbled at them with her teeth. He opened his mouth, probably to say something, and she darted her tongue inside. He shuddered and swayed as they stood embracing on the path. She tasted the clean, fresh taste of his mouth and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
While he was getting his first lessons in French kissing, she humped her pussy against his crotch. She had to stand on her toes to reach him. His cock was hard and swollen, but she couldn't feel the shaft of his prong. He must have it caught down in his jockstrap, she thought. She was hot and horny and a little pissed off that she couldn't get his spoke up to rub her clit on through their clothes.
"God, Valerie! What a kiss! I've never done anything like that before!"
"That's a French kiss, silly. That's what you get when you have a steady girl friend."
"That's so sexy!"
"That's just starters!" She stood back a step from him. "Let's walk on a little deeper into the woods where we can have some more privacy. I know where there's a creek back in here. It's always cool and quiet on the side of the creek. Want me to show you?"
When they got to the creek, he looked around. It was a beautiful place. The creek was only about six feet across and a foot deep but clean and clear and bubbling among the rocks. The trees shaded it, and there was a smooth mossy bank in the shade. She stretched out on the moss with her head propped against a tree trunk and opened her anus for him to join her. He wasted no time.
As they kissed and hugged some more, his balls began to hurt something fierce. His cock was still hard and there just wasn't any room left for his nuts in the basket of his jockstrap. He spread his legs to give himself a little relief, but Valerie just moved her leg right in and increased the pressure. He was so hot that he could hardly breathe, and she was getting him hotter by the second. She pushed him onto his back while still frenching the hell out of his mouth. Her tits were pressed against his chest and her leg was snug up into his crotch, rubbing the hard-on trapped in there.
She pulled away from him and looked down into his eyes, running her hand over his T-shirt and smiling. "You're so hot, Peter, your shirt's just soaked with sweat. Let me take it off for you." She tugged at him, and he sat up and raised his hands above his head. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, then stuck her tongue out and licked at his nipples, flat and dark as little pennies on his young, broad chest. He shivered violently and gave a muffled yell inside his sticky T-shirt. He had goose bumps all over him.
She giggled. "I thought that would cool you off!" Then she pulled his shirt off over his head.
He grabbed her in his arms and locked them around her. "Now it's my turn," he said. He had a gleam in his eye, and he didn't look so innocent then. Once the old drama had started, he was taking his cues right on the mark. He held her arms down and looked at her tits. She was hot and sweaty, too, and the material was now almost as transparent as the nightie she had worn the night that she came into his room. He could see her dark nipples through the cloth. They were bigger than silver dollars and very pointed. He lowered his head and licked at one and then the other. She squirmed in his grasp but didn't try to get away from him. She was only squirming because he was exciting her so much.
He released her hands so that he could slip his own fingers up under her blouse and cup her taunt titties in his big palms. As soon as he touched the warm flesh of her breasts for the first time, he knew that he was just beginning. He was going to have to go all the way. He knew she was going to let him, and his brain was melting at the thought. Her boobs were so soft to the touch, but firm and fresh and young, not floppy or loose as he had expected from the way that they jiggled under her blouse. He flipped her blouse up to her armpits and exposed the twin beauties to his gaze.
What marvelous things a young girl's tits are! he thought. They are still so tight in their young, healthy skin, so smooth and unwrinkled, unstretched, like the softest cream packed into tight globes waiting for a boy to suck on them and rest his cheek in the valley between.
She lay back passively and let him have his way with her. She had been fucked by many boys and men, but she had never been so excited as now, when this boy was getting his for the first time. She seemed to share in his innocence and excitement of discovery. She was tired of teasing. She was his, not playing any games. It didn't matter if she had a hundred more boys in a week. She felt something so special as his hands caressed her throbbing nipples that she knew that he was going to be the one.
She took his face in her hands and held it to her lips.
"I love you, Peter. I love you!"
His mind was spinning. He was too mixed up to know what he thought. He didn't know what love was; he was too sexed up to see straight; he felt a tenderness in his heart for her; his balls hurt! Right then, he wanted to fuck her so bad he thought he was going to burst into tears!
Fortunately, she wanted the same thing. She slipped her hand down to the front of his pants and felt his cock throbbing and jerking inside his jock. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. She pushed his fingers into the elastic band of his gym shorts and under the top of his jock. She could just reach in far enough to feel the sweat-soaked curls of his cock hair and the base of his prick. She pulled her hand back out and took the top of his gym shorts in both hands and tried to pull them off him.
He raised up from her and pulled his shorts and jock down at the same time. He was so hard that he could barely manage to get his pants over the bulge of his cock. When he finally stretched the elastic over the knob of his cock, it snapped up against his belly with a loud smack and bounced out in the open, jutting up from his crotch.
He was proud of himself. He had a fine hunk of meat for any man to be proud of, much less a boy his age. He slipped the shorts down his lean legs and stepped out of them. His balls swung from the base of his hard prong, loose, fat, and potent, full of many loads of jism for Valerie's cunt!
He strutted his stuff in front of her a bit and then knelt down on the moss. He reached out and pulled her blouse off over her raven dark hair, tousling it, and making her look wilder and more abandoned to lust. Then he unhooked her skirt and slid the zipper down, no longer fumbling, but sure, deft and certain of his conquest. His pecker jumped and pulsed and dripped a string of lubricating juice from his cock as he pulled her skirt over her hips.
She stared deeply into his eyes, feeling completely mastered by him for the first time. She had teased and played with him, but now she wanted nothing but to please him. She lifted her ass off the ground and let him pull her skirt off. She had on tiny, bikini panties, white with just a little bit of lace around the legs. His eyes were locked onto her pussy mound. She lifted her butt up and slid the last baffler away. Then she lay back on the moss and spread her legs a little. He could have anything he wanted!
His cock snapped up a couple of times, and he gave a groan of pleasure. He was too hot to touch her, then. If he had so much as brushed the tip of his cock to her pussy lips, he would have spurted a half cup of cum all over her cunt and sweet little belly. He didn't want to waste a good load like that! He put his hands on her lovely thighs and lowered himself down between her legs. He smelled the rich, creamy smell of her cunt, so fresh and sweet and opened his mouth. He had heard of cunt-lapping, but nobody needed to give him any lessons! His tongue gently touched the inner lips of her pussy and spread them apart. His tongue lapped into her cunt hole and up over her clit. Then he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and tasted her pussy juice. He snuffled his whole nose and mouth into her box and drilled his tongue into her cunt as far as he could get it. His nose was rubbing and bumping on her clit, then he put his hot tongue on it and sucked the little button into his lips.
That did it! She laced her fingers into his hair and shoved her hips up at him. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out loud as she thrilled in her orgasm. She heaved and bucked under his tonguing and came until her eyes rolled back into her head. She finally had to push his head away when she couldn't take anymore of the passion his lips were giving her.
"Stop! Stop, Peter!" she gasped.
"Am I hurting you?"
"God! NO! It just feels so good, I can't take any more of it. Let me, let me rest and catch my breath. Oh, I never felt so wonderful! Kiss me!"
He stretched out beside her and pulled her into his arms. They frenched again with his cock throbbing against her belly and the taste of her cunt cream being traded back and forth between their tongues.
"Let me do you, Peter," she said as they paused in their passion.
"I want to fuck you, Valerie," he panted.
"I know. You will, lover. But you're too hot right now. Let me suck you off first, then we can slow down a little and fuck all afternoon!"
He did as she suggested. He was so horny that his cock just plain hurt! He knew she was right. He lay back on the moss and gave her her turn.
Valerie cupped his balls in her hand, rolling them around and hefting their weight. They were loaded all right! She stuck her tongue out and wiped it across each of the hairy spheres. His legs started to tremble, and she knew that she had messed around long enough.
She opened her mouth and popped the head of his cock inside. It was about the size of a golf ball or a little bigger. Not the biggest dong she had sucked, just the best. She ran the tip of her tongue around his crest and stuck the tip into the slit at the end of his cock where all that good pre-cum was leaking out. It tasted like the best nectar in the world to her.
She ran his cock knob up against the roof of her mouth, letting the little ripples of her palate stroke across his shaft. Then she pressed it against her gag reflex, made it stop, and pushed it on down her throat. He filled the back of her mouth just right. She forced her head down a little more and felt his cock slide into her throat. She grabbed at his shaft with her swallowing muscles and ate him right down. God! His prong felt so wonderful in there. She knew that she could give a hell of a good cock sucking.
Peter was about to go out of his mind. He was hanging on the edge of coming and straining to keep from blowing his nut. Every second got so much better and better that he couldn't believe that anything could possibly feel this good. He had never had a blow job before in his young life, hadn't even had a hand-job except for his own beating off.
Dear Jesus! What was she doing to him? She had his nuts in her hand. She was pushing them into her mouth! One was in! Now she stretched her mouth further open! She pushed the other one in! She had his cock and both of his balls in her mouth! Her throat muscles were milking on his cock. He came off like a volcano, bucking up off the mossy bank and pounding his hands into the dirt. He flooded her with jism, pumping out load after load from the balls that she was tonguing in her mouth while he was getting them off. God! What an experience!
"Oh, fuck, Valerie, fuck, cumming, GOD!" he shrieked.
She waited until the last twitch of his prick before she would pull his cock out of her throat and allow herself to get a breath of air. She was near fainting from lack of breathe, but every bit of it was worth it! She had not only blown him she had blown his mind as well! She sat next to him as he shuddered and twitched. She played with his long cock and waited for her breathing to return to normal.
Valerie pulled Peter to her and kissed him deeply again. This time it was the taste of his sperm that they swapped back and forth. Peter had never tasted cum, and he was a little taken aback by tasting his own seed in her mouth, but what the hell, if it was goad enough for her to eat, it was good enough for him. She sucked his tongue and he sucked hers. She was moaning with need for him to fuck her, and he was soon roused and ready to go again. She was pulling him on top of her.
She spread her legs and hooked her heels behind his butt. She was crazy for his cock, needed it more than life itself. She reached down and grabbed his big prick and put it into position for him. As soon as his shaft touched her hole, she lurched up at him, desperate to feel him fucking her. She actually managed to work her cunt a couple of inches over his dick, but she didn't need to worry. He came down on top of her like a ton of bricks, drilling his cock into her cunt like a pile driver. He hit bottom and bounced.
The feeling was so fucking incredible! She was like a squirming pot of muscles, all creamy and hot and clutching at his steaming spear! She tightened them down on him, sucking him into her cunt. He went from hard to super hard half way into her pussy!
Peter felt the firm knob that was the mouth of her womb. He thought it was her cherry, and he wondered how he was going to pop it like the boys always talked about! He didn't need to worry. She had misplaced her virginity somewhere along the line a long time ago. It was his cherry that was getting popped that afternoon.
He heaved his ass back up in the air, pulling his pecker out of her until only the head was still left inside. Her cunt muscles were pulling on his prick and forcing all the blood in his fucker right to his cock knob. Then when he shafted back down into her, she let up to let him get in as far as he could. He bounced his balls off her butt and felt her clit throbbing against his belly as he pushed with his toes in the dirt to force every inch of his cock into her cunt. Faster and faster he fucked, until she hooked her legs up around his back and beat on his little ass with her heels. She was screeching and digging her fingernails into his back. She fucked like a mink! And he was doing his damnedest to drive her to higher heights of passion.
"Come, Peter, come, fuck me, harder, deeper, hard, fuck me, shoot it, doll now!" she screamed. She clamped her pussy onto his cock and wriggled her hips until she almost yanked his cum right out of his balls. He dumped a load even bigger and better than when she gave him the blowjob a few minutes before. Blasts of creamy cum just jetted out of his cock and splashed against her womb so hard they squirted right back out in waves onto his nuts and ran in a thick stream over her ass and into the moss.
They rested a good three or four minutes before she was spurring him on to fuck another bunch of it into her pussy. They made it another two times for a total of four fucks in about two hours before he was drained of cum for a little while.
Kris was ready to get laid. His prick was about to bust open from the pressure of the cum in his nuts as he went looking for Valerie to ease him of his heavy load. He looked in her room – no Valerie. He looked on the athletic field – no Valerie. He checked the study room – same results. What was getting embarrassing was that he was attracting a lot of attention from the other kids. They started following him around like he was the Pied Piper. He was sweating and moaning with the case of blue balls he was getting and wishing that the kids would take a flying leap.
"Where's Valerie?" he kept asking them.
The girls just giggled and whispered to each other. The boys kept asking him what he wanted Valerie for. He was soon running all over the school with the kids chasing him and laughing like a pack of banshees. He had never seen them like this – and knew nothing of Valerie's plan. He decided to get the hell out of there and get himself locked into his own room. He couldn't wait to find Valerie any longer. His balls were killing him, and he was going to have to get some relief pretty quick. He couldn't ask one of the other girls to give him a quick loan of her pussy, not when all the kids were tagging after him. If he had to, he would have to be satisfied with jerking off until he could find something better.
But when he headed down the corridor to the boys' wing of the building and the security of his room, the girls came right in with the guys! This was strictly against the rules, but the girls didn't hesitate. And then the boys got in front of him and blocked his way.
"Go on, get out of the way. I got to go to my room and get something," he growled.
"What do you need in your room, Kris? There's no pussy in there!" one of the boys shouted. The rest of them laughed like crazy.
"You're all going to get in a hell of a lot of trouble when Miss Ferguson finds out about this!" he threatened.
"We've found out enough about Miss Ferguson. We're going to run things around here our way now. She's not going to give us any trouble, is she boys?"
"NO WAY!" they shouted.
"How about it girls?"
"NO WAY!" they answered. He was a big man, but what the hell was he going to do surrounded by all these kids – start punching them?
"To the gym!" one of them shouted. They swept him up with them and headed that way. He went along quietly. Along the way in the crowd he felt lots of little fingers feeling up his hard cock, straining to get out from under his tight belt. By the time they got to the gym, his belt had been unbuckled and his pants opened. His trousers were sliding down his legs and he was fighting to pull them back up while two girls were both trying to get their hands into his jockey shorts at the same time. He tripped over his pants and fell flat on his face when they burst into the gymnasium.
"The trampoline!" a girl yelled. "Strip him and put him on the trampoline!" A couple of the boys grabbed his arms while the girls stripped his clothes off. They were busy stripping their clothes off, too. He wasn't trying to fight them any more. This was the wildest scene he had ever seen or imagined in his life!
The guys heaved him up into the air, and he landed on the trampoline with not a stitch left on his body. His giant cock was jutting straight out of his crotch with his heavy nuts bouncing under it. The girls started scrambling onto the trampoline with him and the boys were gathered around the edges. They grabbed the ropes that held the center canvas in place and started bouncing the springs.
There he was in the middle flying up into the air surrounded by dozens of fresh young tits and cunts and asses. The girls were all yelling and screaming at the tops of their lungs and trying to get their hands on his dong. Finally one of the girls grabbed his shoulders and locked her legs around his middle. She reached down and shoved his fucker into her snatch in one deft movement. He soared up into the air again, and she twisted under him so that when he came down, he jammed that huge cock into her pussy with all the weight of his body behind it. He was so hot, he started coming right then with his cock buried in her cunt a foot or more deep.
"Show us how, Kris!"
"Shoot it, man!"
"Fuck her, Kris!" the boys were shouting and laughing as he switched from one girl to the next on the bouncing trampoline and fucked his cock into one after the other of them. He was grinning like a fool and loving every minute of it.
The boys were getting tired of watching and were scrambling on top of the trampoline with the girls. They didn't need to have anyone pulling on the springs to make the thing bounce then! They were all up there fucking like crazy and laughing and coming and switching partners and having a ball.
After they had all gotten their rocks off a few times, they started to slow down. That was when Valerie and Peter entered the gym. They were naked, too. Leaves were stuck in theft hair; they had some dirt smeared on them, and Peter's back was marked up pretty good where Valerie had spurred him on in their fucking.
"See! I told you we wouldn't need to worry about putting our clothes back on!" she crowed to Peter.
He stood there with his arm around her waist absolutely stunned. His worn-out cock began to stiffen in spite of the work out he had just had. That was a hell of a sight all right. All of the boys and girls and Kris all fucking like rabbits together on top of the trampoline. He thought that he had been out in the sun too long and had fucking fried his brain!
"To the office! To the office!" Valerie shouted, and her troops obeyed her command. Cocks were pulled out of slurping pussies, and they all scrambled down from the trampoline, Kris a willing member of the mob by then. They surged through the halls until they reached the door of Miss Ferguson's office. The door was locked, and the boys started to knock it down until it suddenly opened.
There stood Miss Ferguson herself, naked, cum dripping out of her pussy, and an arm around Belinda on one side and Brant on the other. The brother and sister were as naked, as the school mistress. The students burst into cheers at the sight. Miss Ferguson didn't look like she was tracking too well. She was having a little difficulty taking it all in, but they swept her up, together with Belinda and her brother and joined them into the orgy.
It lasted all afternoon and well into the night. When the last young boy shot his last feeble load into Mary Frances' swimming pussy, most of them had fallen dead asleep all over the floor. He sighed and went to sleep with his head nestled between her pillowy titties. He was none other than Peter. He had fucked every single girl in the school at least once, Valerie a couple more times, and three comes straight in a row into the divine snatch of Miss Ferguson. For once, he wasn't the slightest bit horny.
Things changed around the school after that. Even Mary Frances had to admit that the changes were for the better, though it was Valerie who dictated them to her at a school meeting the next morning. Mary Frances had just sat there and smiled and smiled and smiled and agreed to everything that was proposed.
Of course, most the changes revolved around Miss Ferguson's hidden television network the students put a monitor in the study room and that put an end to Miss Ferguson's self-centered enjoyment of sex. At long last the students had a school they could enjoy.