Teacher's Cocky Students
by Sterling Harkins


CHAPTER ONE 

It was the voices that first attracted my attention. Even before I located 
exactly where they were coming from, there was no doubt what was going on. 
No groaning or fast breathing yet, but lots of husky whispering and muted, 
secretive talking. Someone was about to do some serious fucking, that was 
for sure-or, at the very least, get in some hot mouth action or a little 
between the-legs finger work. 

I dropped my suitcase where I stood, locked the door of my newly assigned 
room behind me so I wouldn't be interrupted, and headed for the window. Sure 
enough, there they were. A couple was on the grass right below my 
second-story window. There was plenty of shrubbery around them so they 
probably thought they were hidden completely, but they hadn't counted on 
being spied on from above. Especially by a teacher. I have to admit, though, 
that what I was seeing made me less and less aware of being Miss Millicent 
Ward, newly hired teacher at snooty Brightwater Free School, and more and 
more like being simply a healthy 25-year-old girl named Millie. I mean, 
Jesus, I can act the part of sensible Miss Prim all day in front of my 
classes or on the street. But when it comes to being presented with a sight 
like this couple was giving me, I got hot panties from it just like any 
other girl would do. Any girl who would be honest and admit the truth, that 
is. Plenty of them would try to look cool as a cucumber. I'm sure, even 
though they might have such hot cunts their panties would be fairly 
dripping. 

As I looked down on them I could see the girl fine, but the guy was pretty 
much hidden by a bush. Damn it, it was him I was dying to get a better look 
at. The girl was cute. Blonde, long legs, my age or a couple of years older, 
and nice enough tits to make me just a little jealous even though I've never 
had any complaints in that department. Until I saw them I took for granted 
that it must be a pair of high school kids getting it on with each other, 
but the girl's age made that impossible. Brightwater Free School only went 
to the twelfth grade, so she must be an instructor like me. I could hardly 
wait to get my first look at a male faculty member ... the guy who was 
obviously getting all the attention from her. 

I was close enough now to hear what they were saying. 

"Don't be so tense, sweetie," she was telling him, "nobody's going to catch 
us. Last time I only had time to give you a hand job, but now I'm going to 
show you what it feels like to have a woman's mouth on that cute little cock 
of yours." 

That certainly made me curious. What the hell was going on, anyway? I looked 
closer but still couldn't see the guy well enough to make out any details. 
What kind of mommy's boy would a guy have to be in order to rate being 
talked to by a woman like that, I wondered. What a nerd he must be! 

Then I heard him say, "Wow, you really gonna suck it? I've heard of that but 
I sure never had it done to me before." 

I almost lost my balance and pitched out the window. That voice! Nobody but 
a young kid could possibly sound like that. And a damned young kid, at that. 
His voice was still high. It hadn't even changed yet, for Christ's sake. 

Then as she knelt down, I finally saw him; A little towheaded kid who 
couldn't have been a day over thirteen! He still had his clothes on, but she 
had his fly open and his belt unbuckled and knees spread apart so she could 
get at his cock. She had him down on the grass on his ass and elbows, and 
she was on her knees in front of him giving his little prick its first blow 
job. She had her blouse off and wasn't wearing a bra, so the kid had a full 
view of her tits, and from where I was standing her skirt was pulled up so 
high in back I could almost see her panties. 

I was scandalized. The girl, woman, whatever the hell she was, must be a 
real pervert. My first Impulse was to yell down and put a stop to the sick 
scene. But I had too admit she wasn't exactly being taken advantage of ... 
He seemed to be having the time of his life, as a matter-of-fact. 

Even though he was only old enough to have a few hairs around his cock, he 
sure seemed old enough to enjoy what was happening to him. His eyes were 
closed and he was starting to move his little ass around on the ground. 

She raised her face from his just long enough to say, "GO ahead and lie 
down, sweetie. All the way. I'm going to work on this thing for you 'till I 
get a tongueful of come from it." Then she dropped her head back to his cock 
and went to town again. 

This time she worked her hands in underneath the cheeks of his pint-sized 
ass and started squeezing it in rhythm to the mouth-sucks she was giving 
him. 

He had sweat on his brow by now, and had his hands on the back of her head. 
You could tell he was really loving it. But this time I'd forgotten all 
about trying to put a stop to things. It made me feel nasty, but I was 
actually sweating inside my panties just as though I was watching her blow a 
guy her own age. I was doing more than just sweating, if you want to know 
the truth. The lips of my cunt were swelling up and I could feel the love 
juice start to drip. 

"Oh wow!" he hollered out. "You're gonna make me ... oh ... ungh ... you're 
gonna make me shoot my wad!" 

Her only answer was to rub her big tits against his legs and suck more 
avidly than ever. Her hair was flying over the kid's hard, tight little 
stomach and I could see streams of sweat run down the back of her thighs. 
Her skirt was hiked up so far I could see half way up the backside of her 
panties, and they were so damp they stuck to her skin like she'd just jumped 
into the river. 

But it was the boy that kept attracting my attention. "Dirty old men" are 
common enough, but you never hear about "dirty old women." I guess I was 
becoming one-and at the age of only twenty-five! The more I watched the kid 
roll and sweat under her hot mouth, the more I opened up to the idea of 
having a fling at someone his age myself. He was just about to come now, if 
the noises he was making were any indication. He was huffing and puffing 
like a steam engine and grunting hard every fourth or' fifth time her mouth 
slid down his cock. 

It made me think of the many times I'd had some big stud on top of me and 
heard him grunt and groan just before he got his nuts off in me. Just 
because I'd never made it with a kid so young, of course, didn't, mean I was 
a prude or anything. Far from it. There had been plenty of men in my life, 
and I can truthfully say I think I can give a fellow just as good a ride as 
any girl around. I'm not ashamed of my pussy, and I know how to use it. But 
it had always been with a grown man, or at least someone very near my own 
age. Here I was beginning to consider taking on a kid barely old enough to 
shoot off come! I've always been a pretty horny girl ever since I discovered 
how groovy it is to fuck and suck, but I'd never sunk this low before. 

The kid must have come then, because he gave a little yell, then lay back 
and shook like a dog shaking. off water. A look of satisfaction came over 
his face, which was as smooth and hairless as a girl's, and he lay with his 
eyes closed and breathed deeply. 

The girl rolled onto her side and just watched him, her elbow on the ground 
with her chin in her hand. She didn't seem to have come off, but was still 
obviously very hot. As she watched him I saw her sneak a hand between her 
legs and diddle the wet lips of her cunt. I knew just how she felt. I'd had 
guys come too quick or something before, and make me have to do the same 
thing. But I'd have died if they ever caught me at it. 

But I was wrong when I thought she was being sneaky about it. As soon as the 
kid opened his eyes, she said, "Feel good, sweetie? I thought it did, from 
the way you were carrying on. Me too. But I didn't get my cookies yet. See 
what I have to do to myself when I'm so hot?" 

She spread her legs and slipped her panties down where he could see what she 
was doing. I thought the kid's eyes were going to pop right out of his head, 
He stared at her hot snatch, and at the way she was working on herself with 
her fingers, as though there was something from another world between her 
legs. Of course in a way I guess it was something from another world, to a 
boy that young. He might have got a look at some hairless little girl's 
pussy before, but never at a grown woman's and certainly not at a hot, wet 
cunt with fingers working on it! 

He just kind of mumbled under his breath, "Jeez!" it wasn't even a word, 
just an awed rush of air out his lungs. 

"Like what you see, sweetie?" she asked him, still fooling with her open 
cunt lips. 

Before he could answer she said, "Bet you didn't know girls ever do this to 
themselves, did you? But you have, haven't you? You've jacked yourself off 
plenty, haven't you? I get you grab a fistful of that thing every night, huh 
... when you're in bed and nobody can see you? Well, let me tell you 
something. While you're flogging that thing girls your age are doing the 
same thing in their beds. Not just young girls, either. Big girls. I ought 
to know. I'm one of them." 

The kid looked real embarrassed. He seemed ashamed of the way she had 
guessed right about his bed habits. She noted his reddening face and 
grinned. 

"No need to be shy about it," she said to him. "Just about everybody under 
the sun does this little trick on themselves sooner or later." 

As she spoke she nodded toward her open crotch and directed his attention to 
her cunt, where she still bad her hand going. Prom where I was standing at 
the window I could see between them, and I saw his little cock start to 
swell. It had gone limp after be shot off and was only one inch long, but 
now it was swelling fast toward a brand-new hard on. 

"That's right, sweetie," she coaxed him, "Let it get nice and hard again. 
This time I want to get a real fucking from you." 

His eyes glazed. "Can I ... can I put it in and everything? Lie on top and 
really do it to you?" 

"That's exactly what you can do," she answered, "I love to suck it for you 
and have you come off in my mouth like we just did, but I need it inside my 
cunt to be completely satisfied. I've got myself so hot from frigging myself 
that I really want it from you now. Does that scare you? Don't let it; I 
won't bite." 

His eyes were dazed from the sight of her agile fingertips gently rubbing 
the moist lips of her cunt. When he moved forward she flung her arms around 
his small shoulders and pulled him to her. I could see her tits press full 
against his chest, and hear his intake of breath as he felt her hard nipples 
through the front of his shirt. 

"This has to come off," she told him, unbuttoning his shirt. "I want you to 
know what a woman's tits really feel like ... in the flesh, not just with 
clothes on." 

His shirt, dropped behind him and she rolled sideways, pulling him against 
her and twisting her skirt to make sure he had easy access to her pussy. 
From then on the little devil needed no help. He plunged a hand into her 
muff with greed, and with the other he grabbed one of her naked tits. You 
could tell he had never handled a woman before. He was shaking all over from 
excitement and being too rough. 

"Slow down," she said. "We've got plenty of time. Feel me up all you want 
to, but don't be grabby. It hurts." 

But it seemed like he hardly heard her. She grabbed his ears and yanked his 
face to hers. From the looks of it, the kiss she gave him was wet and wild. 
I'm sure eke must have tongued him. His prick shuddered a couple of times 
and gave me goose bumps from thinking how it would feel to have my panties 
full of it. 

She put her hand on it and started to jack him some, but he put a knee to 
the ground and rolled on top of her. 

"Oh sweetie," she said, "you're ready to go, aren't you? You're really ready 
to go now." 

The sweat was streaming off both of them. The kid was working his ass up and 
down before his cock was even in her cunt. She spread wider and guided him 
in. 

He slipped inside her with an eagerness that made chills run down my spine. 
I felt like a dirty slut for doing it, but when I saw that, I just had to 
have some relief for myself. I dropped to my knees by the window and jerked 
my panties down to the floor. My pussy was wet as hell from watching all' 
that had been going on, and I just couldn't stand it anymore not having 
anything in it-even if it had to be my own fingers. 

I glanced behind to make sure the door was still locked. A silly thing to 
do, but I would have died if anyone would have caught me bringing myself off 
in the middle of the day with my clothes on. Much less' the idea of anyone 
knowing I was spying on a couple while they were fucking. 

"Umm ummm!" she moaned. "Now you're doing it. Now you're giving me what I 
need. Go ahead, you little angel, fuck me for all you're worth. That's it, 
lemme feel it good. Shove it in, gimme a good hard fucking ... I'm so hot I 
can't stand it." 

The kid didn't need a bit of encouragement. He dug his little knees in the 
ground and pushed his prong in and out like a crazy person. The sweat ran 
down his back and made his ass cheeks gleam like a pair of wet rubber balls. 

I leaned forward and pressed my chin on the window sill for balance so I 
could go after myself with both hands. God, but 'I was horny. I hadn't been 
fucked for almost two weeks, and seeing them at it made me miss it that much 
more. I have to admit that deep down I was terribly ashamed of myself for 
acting so downright depraved, but I had just let myself get so involved in 
watching them that I couldn't help it when my pussy started demanding some 
loving. 

The girl had both hands full of the kid's ass now and was drawing him 
against her with all her might every time he hunched forward. It looked to 
me like she was nearly to the boiling point. He had hold of her tits with 
both hands and was kissing her all over her face like a hungry puppy. His 
pants were still on, but they were down to his ankles by now and he seemed 
not even to notice them. His white under shorts were all twisted around his 
calves, slipping up and down every time he plowed into, her pussy. 

I was using one of my hands to part my cunt lips and the other to f rig my 
clit. My hairy, juicy fuck-hole was finally, getting what it needed. 

I remember saying under my breath, "I hope he shoots off in her pretty soon. 
It'll be darned near like I had him right up here between my legs when he 
does." 

But just before I got to watch the rest of the proceedings, there was a 
knock at my door. My heart skipped a beat, then rushed like an engine. I 
was' certainly in no mood to receive visitors-not to mention the way I 
looked, with my panties to my knees and my skin all hot and flushed from 
fingering my cunt! 

I turned from the window and, from the force of habit, jerked my panties 
back up where they belonged. I knew whoever was on the other side of the 
door couldn't see me, but just the idea of having them present out there, 
with me in such a state, was enough to make me stop what I'd been doing. I 
held my breath and waited, hoping they'd go away. It was undoubtedly just 
someone from the faculty staff, and surely what they had to say could wait. 
But the knock came again, this time louder and more insistent. 

"Millicent," I heard a man's voice call out, "are you in there? Millicent?" 

Who the hell could that be? I'd hardly' been at Brightwater long to be on a 
first-name basis with anyone. 

"Hey, open up!" he yelled again. "It's the rest of your luggage. Come on!" 

I reluctantly adjusted my skirt back to normal and patted my hair into 
place. I was all jittery from having come so close to bringing myself off 
without finishing, but I maintained the best I could. 

I opened the door to find a tell, friendly guy around forty, prematurely 
gray and rather handsome. 

"Thought you 'had to be there," he explained. "Rope we didn't disturb you 
too much. I know you must just be getting settled here, but I saw all your 
stuff sitting on, the ground by your car so I thought you'd need help with 
it. This is Tim. I've asked him to give you a hand." 

He motioned to a strapping boy of fourteen or so, who walked in with two of 
my suitcases and said, "Where would you like these? There are two more out 
in the hail." 

"Rave to run now," said the older guy. "He'll help you with the rest. By the 
way, I'm Cliff. I teach here too. Heard you were coming, but hadn't met you 
yet. See you around." 

He was gone then, as quickly as he, had come. I didn't even get a chance to 
thank him. The boy placed my suitcase where I indicated and went back for 
the others. But before I could get my Wits about me and run to the window to 
check on the couple I'd been watching, Tim was already coming into my room 
with the other luggage. 

I'd known, of course, that the school was known not only for its high 
tuition and its beautiful site overlooking the Pacific, but also as a model 
though a somewhat notorious one-of a free school. I was just beginning to 
find out how really "free" they were here. Without a thought, Tim ripped off 
his shirt and asked where he could wash off. Tugging with all my things had 
gotten him dirty. 

I was a little taken aback by his presumption. After all, I was a 
teacher-though admittedly a brand-new one-and he was only a student. I told 
him I guess he could use my bathroom. Apparently my tone gave me away. 

"Hey, you're not up tight about the old student teacher bullshit, are you?" 
he asked. "Because it just doesn't work that way at Brightwater. That's 
what's groovy about the place." 

Apparently there was a lot I was going to have to learn about the, place. 
But, I didn't want to appear a dodo 'to this fourteen-year-old kid. 

"No," I quickly answered, "I'm not up tight. Of course not. Go ahead and 
wash up." 

The smile was back. "I knew you must be okay or they wouldn't have hired 
you. No straight laced chicks are allowed around here. Students or 
teachers." 

As he walked to the bathroom I found myself paying plenty of attention to 
the boy's physique. It was obvious he must have been practicing 
weightlifting from an early age. Not only was he young and firm, but also 
quite heavily muscled. But my mistake was that he saw me in the mirror. 
Without batting an eye,' be stepped out of his pants and turned around. He 
was through washing up, and it seemed entirely rude of him to take off his 
pants. 

"You seemed interested," he said confidently, "so I thought you might like 
to see more." 

He was wearing only his shorts, shoes and socks. As I stood aghast not yet 
answering, he kicked off the shoes and socks. There he was, in nothing but 
his white, tight-fitting' jockey shorts. His hairy legs and strong chest and 
arms were so mature looking, I'll admit, that I couldn't help but wonder if 
the thing responsible for the lump in his shorts was equally well-developed. 
But I tore my eyes away so he wouldn't notice my interest. 

"I really think you'd better-" I began, but was interrupted. 

"I think I'd better, too," he impishly cut in. "I'd better take off my 
shorts so you can see everything. And while I'm at it, Teach, let's see how 
you look underneath your clothes."' 

"What!" I cried, infuriated at his gall. "Listen here, young man, if you 
think-" 

"Aw, come on," he chided, "you know darned well you like what you see. Don't 
think I'm conceited, either. It's just that I've had a lot of chicks tell 
rue they dug my body. Heck, I bet my big sis is older than you, and it was 
her that first turned me onto fucking. When I was eight years old-" 

It was my turn to interrupt. Things were getting entirely out of hand. 
"You'd better leave," I said coolly, maintaining my composure as best I 
could. 'What makes you think I'd let you do anything ... what even makes you 
think I like you that well-besides you're much too young to interest me." 

"Oh! yeah?" he came back, challenging me. 

"Does this look like a cock that's too little for you? There's plenty of 
grown guys that don't have one like this." 

He was right. The kid-he was naked now-had a damned big cock for his age. I 
only' hoped I could keep my mind off it. 

"It's none of your business what I might happen to think about such things, 
Tim," I said, as formally as possible. "You can't just come in here and show 
off like this and expect me to-" 

He surprised me by walking over to where I was and taking hold of my 
shoulder, not hard but firm enough to make me take notice. 

"I'll tell you what I expect you to do," he brazenly told me. "I expect you 
to be just like most girls. I expect you to claim you don't want to fool 
around any, even though you really want to. You're just like my girl friend 
back home. All this talk about being goody-goody, but when I'd make her take 
her blouse off, and she'd feel my mouth on her tits, she couldn't wait for 
me to have my hands in her panties." 

His grip was surprisingly firm. And now that he was so close, his naked cock 
was pressing my skirt. He was only about my height, so the end of the damn 
thing was sticking me right in the crotch. There was something about his 
super-aggressive manner that made me respond to him in spite of myself. 

When he put his hand on my blouse and touched my tit, I knew I was a goner. 
I pulled back and started to say something, but he threw his other arm 
around me and pulled me to him for a kiss. He didn't just touch my lips. He 
pushed his tongue into my mouth and started frenching me. 

I struggled a little, feeling stupid at being overpowered by a 
fourteen-year-old. It only seemed to make him more passionate. He pushed me 
down on the bed and in seconds had my blouse all the way open. My braless 
tits jumped out and he grabbed them with both hands. I don't mind saying 
that mine are really nice ones, plenty full but also very firm and high, 
with nipples that get hard as a tack when I get hot. And that's how they 
were and he knew it. He put his mouth on one and it made me gasp. 

"Jeez, man, these are really nice," he said, getting all excited and 
impatient. "You remind me of my sis in more ways than one. Coal-black hair 
and a peachy-smooth complexion. Bet you've got a muff and a half in your 
undies, huh? Is the hair around your pussy as thick and black as the hair on 
your head?" 

But when I started to answer he snaked a hand inside the waistband' of my 
skirt and in seconds had his hand on the crotch of my panties. When he felt 
that I was wet there, he got such a big charge from it that I could feel his 
cock quake against the front of my thigh all the way through the material 
'of my skirt. 

That's when the top blew off. 

"Come on in, Petey," Tim yelled out my half-open door. "She's ready for it. 
Boy but is she ready come feel how wet she is!" 

To my utter surprise and deep embarrassment, a little redheaded boy no more 
than eleven or twelve dashed into the room and closed the door behind. Then, 
with a sly grin on his immature face, he turned and carefully locked it. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

I can't deny I was getting plenty hot from the feel of Tim's mouth on my 
tits, not to mention the hand that was inside my panties and making me all 
steamy and wet between my legs. But to have the precocious little devil 
yelling about it to another kid was too much. 

I struggled away from him enough to get his fingers out of my crotch and 
said, "Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" I tried to make my 
voice sound cool to 'the point of florid anger, but the tremor in my throat 
was a dead give away to the way I really felt. 

"Don't act alt high and mighty just because Petey's here," Tim shot back at 
me. "You're not the first teacher he's seen all hot and ready to be fucked." 

I sputtered a lot and started to give them both a piece of my mind, but it 
didn't fool Tim for a minute. He could tell I was dying to be screwed, in 
spite of my best efforts to hide it. 

"Don't leave Petey out in the cold just because he looks a little young to 
you," be said. "In case you didn't know it, Teach, plenty of boys need it 
when they're his age, and he's one of them. Hell, he's twelve. I was laying 
the meat to my twenty-year-old cousin when I was just ten." 

Petey had been just standing by the locked door and taking in the scene up 
until now. But at this point he came to where we were standing in the middle 
of the room. 

"I heard we were getting a new teacher," he said to Tim, "but I didn't know 
she'd be this good looking. Man, look at them knockers on her." 

"Those knockers, not them knockers," corrected Tim with a teasing little 
laugh. "Want her to think the kids at Brightwater School don't even know 
their English?" 

All the time Tim had been talking he had been engaged in slipping his hand 
back inside my skirt. And I have to admit I was only fighting him off with 
the least possible strength. His fingers were all the way down to my crotch 
again, and even though he hadn't slipped them inside my panties yet, I was 
plenty wet from just the thought of how it would feel if things went that 
far. 

"The heck with English," the little carrot top retorted, "I'm more 
interested in French. C'mon, lemme kiss her while you feel her up, wilt ya? 
I wanna do more than just look, ya know!" 

The very idea of the little brat thinking he could do what he wanted with me 
was appalling ... but from the way his older friend was firing me up, it was 
also beginning to be true. 

The crotch of my panties was more than just wet by then. My cunt was 
demanding to be touched, with no, more teasing around the thin fabric that 
Separated his fingers from the moist meat inside. He wasn't even moving his 
fingers, just applying 'a slight pressure-but even that was enough to make 
me unbelievably horny. 

"All right, Tim," I found myself saying, almost to my surprise. "If you're 
really as grown-up as you're acting, then let me see you keep on at what 
you've started. But you've got to get your wise assed little friend out of 
here. I can't see letting the little twirp stay in the same room with us." 

This made Petey laugh. He could tell I was pissed off at the situation, but 
it didn't seem to bother him at all. He definitely wanted to watch, Tim and 
me in action, and he apparently wasn't going to let my feelings about the 
matter influence him in the slightest. 

"Keep your frenching little tongue to yourself," Tim warned him. "All I told 
you to do was come see how hot 'and wet she is, not to sample it." 

Petey seemed somewhat abashed. At Tim's words, at least enough so that lie 
no longer pressed the issue. I let Tim tug me toward the bed while Petey 
sank to the floor in his tracks and kept watching us, excitement in his eyes 
and a hard ridge beginning to form in the crotch of his pants. 

It was insane, it was mad, but when Tim began unbuttoning my blouse I did 
nothing to stop him. Petey's eyes fastened straight onto my unfolding 
cleavage like a magnet, and normally the shame of having such a young kid 
see me half naked would have been enough to send me bolting back into my 
clothes-but with Tim's hands on my hot panty crotch and thin brassiere, I 
was shameless. Petey stayed a few feet away, but it was quite obvious he 
would have loved to be handling me like his older friend. 

"Jees, you really got a pair!" exclaimed Tim as he pulled down the front of 
my bra and put his hands on the smooth skin of my bulging tits. 

"How do you know when you can't even see them yet?" I countered. By now I 
was so horny I talked straight and said what I meant, instead of acting like 
a "Lady." 

"Here, now you can get at them better," I whispered, reaching behind me and 
unclasping the straps. 

My bra fell to my lap, and I wiggled out of my unbuttoned blouse and let it 
fall down my arms to the floor. The look in Tim's eyes told me he was more 
than just a fourteen-year-old kid. His gaze was that of a grown man as he 
feasted on the sight of my fits, and it was pretty clear to me he had seen 
more than a. few tits before in his short lifetime. He was obviously 
comparing mine with those of other girls he had screwed or made out with, 
and there was no doubt what he thought of them. 

A couple of minutes before Petey had entered the room Tim had taken a quick 
taste of a nipple. Now his mouth was back on me in a flash. 

I let myself fall back slowly until I was on my back, Tim bending with me 
and keeping his hungry mouth glued to my naked tit. Now I was flat on my 
back and squirming, wanting to be sucked and fucked by the kid, whether he 
was fourteen or whatever. His fresh young mouth stayed gloriously wet and 
warm as his tongue traced circles around my hard nipple, and every once in a 
while he allowed his teeth to touch me just long enough to send a new thrill 
of passion down my spine. 

He rolled on top of me, and I felt the hard protrusion of his young, manhood 
press the mound of my heating cunt. I had my panties on still, and he hadn't 
even taken off his under shorts yet, but his cock was big enough and stiff 
enough to make me feel it through our underwear with no problem. The way I 
was squirming around beneath him made his cock rub up and down, I, over my 
cunt automatically, without him having to do a thing, but after just a few 
movements he couldn't help himself and started pumping his ass. 

His mouth on my tits was nearly enough to make me come even if nothing more 
had happened. I've always been extremely sensitive in that area ever since I 
can remember, even before my childish nipples started growing into the big 
full tits of a woman. But he was using more than just his mouth, and I was 
loving it. He kept dry-fucking me all the while his lips were sucking my 
tits, and in addition he had slipped a hand under my ass so he could squeeze 
me against him every time he hunched forward. 

"Darn it, Tim, take her panties off so you can stick it in, will you!" Petey 
called out suddenly. 

I was so hot I'd nearly forgotten the kid was there. I realized my eyes had 
been closed as Tim and I ground away at each other's crotches. When I opened 
them and looked over Tim's shoulder, damned if the horny kid didn't have his 
cock out of his pants and was playing with it. No wonder he wanted to see 
Tim fuck me. He had been watching every move we made from only a few feet 
away and jacking himself off besides. He was clearly dying to see my naked 
cunt, even though the thin material of my underwear left very little to the 
imagination. 

Hot as we were, Tim hadn't yet slipped his hand inside my panties and 
touched the naked flesh of my cunt yet. Now he did it. I felt a wild wet 
surge of passion surge through my crotch the second his fingers touched the 
curls of my hairs, and when he went on to the moist lips themselves, I 
damned near came right on the spot. 

He kept up his 'hunching movements, and since his hand was now on my cunt it 
was almost as though he was masturbating himself. My panties were still on, 
and it made me wonder how it felt to him to have their silky smoothness 
between his hand, which was actively trigging my wet cunt lips, and his 
cock, which was eagerly driving again and again against me from above. 

I wasn't sure how much Tim knew about women-how they can come whether a 
guy's prick is inside them or not as long as they're hot enough by some 
other means. It was beginning to 'happen to me now, and I relished the 
familiar rise of wonderful pussy-warmth and squishy wetness that told me I 
was on the brink. 

I started breathing harder and faster and then jammed my cunt against his 
welcome fingers 'till I came like a slut. I think I was saying something, 
mouthing some kind of tuck-talk, I'm not sure, but my next sensation was the 
touch of a hand on my ankle. It was little Petey. Watching me come had been 
too much for him, and he had to have his hand on me, I guess, even if it was 
only an ankle. 

"Jeez, Tim," I heard him yell, "she already came before you even stuck it in 
her!" 

"Shit, man," Tim excitedly yelled back, "don't you think I know it. She's 
hot as a goddamned pistol!" 

I was still huffing and puffing from my climax, and I knew I could come 
again soon if Tim kept up the action without letting me cool off too much. 

He put his lips to mine, and as our mouths opened to each other I realized 
we had somehow never even kissed each other during the preceding few minutes 
of 'passion. 

"You mean you're just gonna kiss her?" Petey said with exasperation. "Go 
ahead and fuck her, for Christ's sake, will you! I never even got to see her 
cunt yet!" 

Petey was well on his way to becoming a dyed-in-the-wool voyeur, it 
appeared. I looked at him again and saw that he was pumping his boy-sized 
cock and sweating as he looked on. It was obvious he. was about to come, and 
I had cast off my inhibitions so much that I found myself extremely turned 
on by the sight. I wasn't sure if he was old enough to shoot off, but I 
nevertheless found myself hoping he was. I was so sexed up I really wanted 
to watch the kid spurt a wad of come out of his pint-sized cock if he was 
able. The shame of having a kid of only fourteen fuck me was well past now, 
and even the fact that a twelve-year-old was looking on no longer fazed me. 
Their firm young bodies were delightful to see, and the fact that neither 
one was mature yet only added excitement to the episode. I felt a little 
dirty about it. I have to admit, but not nearly enough to make me want to 
quit. 

"Keep your yap shut," Tim answered peevishly. "I don't need any help from 
you." 

But even as he was talking, he was sliding my 'panties downward of f my 
hips. He certainly hadn't needed Petey's prodding to get on with things. 

I gladly raised my butt off the bed so he could drag them off, and he 
obliged by stripping me in no time flat. He was so anxious to get me 
completely naked that he didn't even seem to notice Petey's hand on my ankle 
in the process. Of course, the little redhead quickly moved it so Tim could 
go ahead and pull the panties off over my feet, leaving me without a stitch. 
Then Tim jerked off his under shorts, and I finally felt his naked cock for 
the first time. 

It was only touching the curls of my cunt hairs, but that was plenty 
sufficient to make my temperature soar once more. I was still wet as a goose 
from coming, and the cock-hunger in my dripping cunt was tremendous. He 
hugged me hard to his chest, making my tits feel like bursting, but it was 
just what I needed. I opened up wide for him and left no doubt about what I 
wanted. The damp heat of his groin melted into mine then, and right away I 
was rewarded by the feel of his rock-hard tool sliding into my joy hole. I 
dearly love the sensation of tool-slide in my pussy, and I must say that 
what Tim lacked in size he more than made up for with his magnificent 
stiffness. I've had more than a few men in me who were bang like horses, but 
when it came to staying nice' and hard they soon let me down. It's one thing 
to have a cuntful of cock that's barely hard enough to stay inside a woman 
without falling out, even if it's a nice big one-and quite another thing to 
have one that's good and stiff, even though it might be a bit on the small 
side. 

"Hey, now I can get a good look," Petey yelped. 

"Jeez, what a nice one she's got. It's so juicy she's dripping all over 
herself. And what a thick bush she's got around it!" 

I'd have been not only embarrassed by such a comment but highly pissed off, 
normally.. Especially considering the source-a spindly twelve-year-old kid. 
But this was hardly a normal time, to say the least. Under the 
circumstances, it actually excited me to hear the brat talk like that. And 
the way he was running his band up and down my leg added Mill more of a 
thrill. Tim was giving it to me real nice at this point, moving his prick in 
and out just the way I like it, but the additional spice of Petey's 
unexpected presence made me hotter still. 

"Don't let him bother you with all his yapping," Tim said, breathing hard as 
he spoke. "I'd make him get, the hell off the bed if I wasn't so ... augh 
... goddamned horny and hot for your ... ungh ... hot for your ... umm ... 
cunt!" 

"Forget about him, lover," I whispered, wanting to reassure him. "Just keep 
feeding me this stiff prick?" 

The truth was that I wanted to make sure Tim didn't run him off-the horny 
little brat was giving my legs such a nice, sensuous massage I wanted him to 
keep it up. I didn't see how it was possible for Tim not to notice what he 
was doing to me, but after I told him to forget about the kid, Tim seemed to 
do just that. I opened my eyes again and looked down over Tim's shoulders to 
see Petey going to work on himself with one hand and reaching as far up my 
legs as possible with the other. Just a little more and he would have his 
hand right between Tim's thighs and mine. 

"Oh man, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna get my nuts off!" 
Tim exclaimed. 

I wished he could last just a shade longer, but he'd done so well that I 
truly didn't have much to complain about. I started working my ass up and 
down so I could get my goodies in time, but I wasn't quite fast enough, and 
he collapsed on me as he groaned and shot off. The 'wonderful feeling of a 
pussy full of hot come was pretty fantastic, even if it wasn't as good as 
coming. He rolled off but I still kept hold of his cock. I played with it 
while he lay beside me with his eyes closed and took long deep breaths. Its 
softness didn't bother me any, but I sure wished he could have stayed bard 
just a little longer. I kept playing around with it, letting the slippery 
come run all through my band to his balls, but it didn't show any sign of 
perking up and getting hard again very soon. 

I would have been content to just lie and fool around with his cock 'till it 
got hard again. I was sure it would come around before too long, Tim being 
so young and in such good shape. But I didn't have to wait at all. Little 
Petey suddenly moved up from below and slipped his hand between my legs. Re 
was much bolder than I had ever Imagined he would be! 

My first instinct was to push him away and roll sideways, but when that 
failed to dislodge the little fucker's hand from between my legs I changed 
my mind fast. He went straight for my cit and immediately began rubbing real 
soft and gentle on it with his thumb and forefinger. His obvious experience 
surprised me as much as it delighted me, but I still wasn't ready to give in 
to him. 

After all, a twelve-year-old lover was ridiculous, I told myself. Fourteen 
was bad enough, but twelve would really be robbing the cradle. 

"Come on," he whined, almost as though asking for milk shake or candy bar, 
lemme have a piece, will ya! You let Tim do it to you and. he's only two 
years older than me." 

"You ought to have your mouth washed out with soap," I said to him. "Give 
you a piece, indeed." 

I wasn't as outraged by his words as I was pretending to be, but I did think 
it was awfully cheeky of the kid to talk to me in such a familiar way. 

"Okay," he chirped brightly, "I'll let you wash my mouth out with soap if 
you'll let in a wash out something of yours ... your pussy, with my tongue!" 

What sass! But I did have to give the kid credit for a little wit. Back when 
I was his age, any boys I knew would have been scared to touch a girl, much 
less talk about it to one the way he was doing to me. 

What's more, he promptly demonstrated that he meant what he said. Without 
even missing a beat, Petey crawled up and plastered his mouth on the wet, 
red lips of my pussy. He kept his fingers going on my clit and sucked the 
soft flesh of my outer slit. As hot as I was from not quite making it with 
Tim only a few minutes before, the attention little Petey was giving me was 
something I could hardly afford to reject. 

I made a sighing noise in my throat in spite of myself, and as be kept up 
the tongue action I found myself getting nice and wet again. 

"Look at him go," Tim said, rolling onto his side and watching us. "Guess 
he-likes the taste of my come, huh I" 

I would have thought that Tim would have been angry with Petey for taking 
over where he left off right in front of him, but it was more as though he 
was just a little spiteful. 

Then he said, "Don't you, Petey? Don't you? Pull your face out of, her cunt 
long enough to tell her how my come tastes, will ya? Tell her how it feels 
to lick my come out of her hole!" 

It was more bantering than malicious, making me think the two of them might 
have been together with a girl before some time or other. His words seemed 
intended to mock and insult the younger kid, but not to vent any real 
spleen. By this time, he was getting so hot I felt his cock rubbing up and 
down my shins and ankles. He still had all his clothes on, including shoes, 
shirt and pants-but his fly was open from when he had been playing with 
himself, and his little prick was red and shiny and hard as a ten-penny 
nail. 

He made no effort at all to answer Tim's badgering comments. He would have 
had to take his mouth away from my muff to do that, and he showed absolutely 
no inclination to do so. 

I couldn't help telling him how he was making me feel, even though I felt 
like a dirty whore for speaking such words to a young kid like him. 

"That's the way, honey," I whispered to him, "give me a good licking. Umm, 
Jesus, but that feels good. Tongue it out good for me. Give me a whole 
cuntful of that hot little tongue, will you ... eat me out all the way, suck 
my snatch 'til I come ... oh, don't stop ... don't stop 'till I get my 
goodies!" 

The kid was beside himself with desire just as I was. His hand fairly flew 
as he jacked himself off I reached down and covered it with my own. 

"Here, sweetie," I said. "Let me help you out there. Let me work on that 
thing for you." 

He gladly removed his hand and grabbed a tit, reaching over his head and 
blindly groping for it without even raising his face from my snatch for a 
second. 

"You horny little devil," I said, "I'll bet you didn't think I knew how to 
jerk you off, did you?" 

His only response was a sucking noise and increased activity inside my wet 
fuck-hole. 

"There, you like it like that?" I went on, softly sliding his loose foreskin 
up over his fat little knob and back again. He was uncircumcised, so he had 
plenty of smooth, stretchy skin for me to play with. 

"Here sweetie, let me get you going." 

I let my finger, go a little faster, still careful to give him plenty of 
pressure without going overboard and squeezing it too hard or too fast. 

"Like this, sweetie? like it when I, do this for you?" 

I allowed my fingers to travel a bit farther down each time, so that I was 
gradually giving his scrotum an affectionate stroke every time I moved my 
hand. 

"And how about this?" 

I went still lower and handled his balls lightly, letting him know how good 
a woman can make a male feel if she takes her time and knows what she's 
doing. 

"You sure do sound like you're getting awfully hot, sweetie ... are you 
about to shoot off?" 

Again his only answer was a slurp slurp slurp between my slippery-hot pussy 
lips. I opened my thighs and closed them again, getting a nice, grip on his 
ears and hugging his cheeks tightly against my damp akin. Now the kid was 
beginning' to huff and puff some, just like Tim had been 'doing before he 
shot off. 

"Don't hold it back, let it come. Go ahead and let your little cock shoot 
off!" 

At that instant I felt the hot spray of come fly all over my hand. I've 
always thought that 'having a man shoot off on you where you can feel it was 
one of the most arousing things in the world, and this was no exception. 
Even though Petey wasn't old enough to shoot off as much as older guys, the 
heat and thickness of his pure white discharge gave me a marvelous sensation 
as it covered my hand and splattered onto my, wrist. It was almost as good 
as when Tim had gotten off his rocks into my cunt, where it's more expected. 
Petey had his eyes closed when he did it, and was scrunching them shut as 
though in pain. But I knew it wasn't pain at all, but simply the intense 
pleasure of coming that made him do it. 

I stroked his balls some and patted his little cock as it got smaller, then 
drew my sticky wet fingers to his nose. The smell of his virile young love 
juice was so lovely in my nostrils that I wanted him to smell it too. He was 
still lying still and breathing hard, and didn't even seem to notice my 
fingers under his nose, so I brought my hand to my own nose and savored the 
wonderful aroma myself. 

Tim, who had been lying beside us rather quietly as he rested, became very 
interested in what I was doing. At first it had been him who was doing 
shocking things to me, but now it appeared it was the other way around. He 
stared with glazed eyes at me smelling the come on my hand. 

At first I think he was a little revolted 'to see rue acting that way; but 
then I saw the unmistakable glint of passion return to his eyes. 

"Jesus, teach," he said excitedly, "you must really be horny to dig doing 
something like that." 

When I quit limiting myself to sniffing what was on my fingers and began 
licking it off, Tim was beside himself. I knew it made him think how it 
might be for me to be licking the come off his own cock. Since all I'd let 
him do was fuck meand in plain old missionary style at that-I could well 
imagine bow many new ideas I was planting in his bead. 

Petey still had his clothes on, since he had only had his fly unzipped in 
the first place and had had me jack him off without bothering to take off 
any more clothes. But Tim was naked as a jaybird beside me, and I could see 
the end of his tool grow fat and swell farther from his groin with every 
second. He was getting turned on again fast, no question about it. 

I was hot as I could be by this time, considering all the sex play that had 
been going on with two of them. I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted 
Tim to do it. After all, he had been resting a while and was fresh for it. 

I needed it so bad I was quite willing to talk about it. 

"Got some more love for' me?" I asked him. 

"You kidding?" he answered. "I've been dying to get my cock back in you ever 
since you jerked Petey off and then sucked his come off your fingers!" 

"Sucking come off my fingers isn't what I want this time, lover boy," I 
candidly told him. "I want to suck it off the real article for a change-that 
hard little cock of yours. Any objections?" 

"Shit no!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping I could get you to' do that. It was 
great fucking you, but watching you lick that stuff of Petey's off your 
fingers makes me want to have your mouth on 'my dick. Will you really give 
me a blow job?" 

I made a move to sit up and reach for my panties, but the kids stopped me 
with new and loving attentions. I was amazed at what I had said to these two 
little fledgling fuckers and at the demanding tone of voice I had used, but 
it got results. And I was much too heated up to think anything about the 
morality of my actions. 

Tim turned back toward me and' scooted up on the bed until his crotch was 
directly facing my mouth. Although I had initially wanted him to fuck me 
again while I sucked off his little friend, I now wanted to be fucked by 
Petey's little prick while I gave Thu a blow job. I was as much in a dither 
as they were, constantly changing my mind about what I wanted to hive done 
to me under the influence of their lovely little pricks and their youthful, 
hard-muscled bodies. 

Petey kicked off his pants and underwear and crawled eagerly between my 
legs. I spread wide for him and felt the tentative probes of his little 
prick against the damp skin of my inner thighs. He might have fucked girls 
before, I thought to myself, but maybe the sight and feel of a grown woman's 
hungry cunt was a little too much for him to handle. 

I made him feel right, at home by squirming into position and drawing my 
long legs up and down on the outside of his. There could be no mistaking the 
fact that I not only was going to let him fuck my pussy, but that I dearly 
wanted him to do it. 

As I felt the end of his youthful prong slide into the vestibule of my 
wide-open fuck-hole, I turned my attention to Tim's crotch. His cock was 
right in front of my face, and he was already moving his hips back and forth 
in anticipation of having me suck him. I could smell the erotic scent of his 
sweating 'boy-balls and prick, and even imagined I could feel the heat of 
his glands against my face. 

I stuck out my tongue and bestowed a few teasing licks on the end of his 
dong. I was teasing myself every bit as much as I was teasing him, but felt 
like getting him really worked up before giving the full suck-job I had in 
mind. 

"Ungh," he grunted, as the end of my tongue fluttered against his fat little 
glands. 

Umm ummmmm, I heard myself gasp, hardly aware the noise was coming from my 
own mouth. By now little Petey's cock was eagerly and gloriously sliding in 
and out of my hot hole like a piston, and my gasping was caused by the 
double attention I was enjoying. To have my lips on Tim's cock-I had now 
moved on to that-was sexy enough to me, but have the added thrill of Petey's 
prick going in and out my snatch was beautiful. 

"Whew," whispered Petey, "this feels better than any time I've ... any time 
I've ever done it. Your pussy is go hot and wet and hairy ... lots better 
than the girls my age I've fucked. Some of them are darned near hairless, 
and they hardly ever get as wet as you are. Their cunts stay dry for a long 
time unless you play with them a lot-" 

"Shut up and fuck her, will ya!" broke in Tim. "She doesn't want talk, she 
wants a dick up her snatch. Didn't you hear her just get through telling us 
that?" 

Petey obeyed his older friend and got down to fucking. The kid slammed his 
little ass against me and I began to feel myself start the movements of 
coming. Deep inside my cunt I could feel the heat swell me up like a 
balloon. It made me jam Tim's prick all the way into my mouth 'and really 
start giving him the business. There was no holding back, now. I sucked the 
hard shaft of his cock just as much as its throbbing red crown. 

Petey was going to town on my cunt like a little wild boy. I could feel his 
taut young stomach slide up and down mine as he drove his tool home. Re 
suddenly shot me into paradise by grasping my tit in his ravenous little 
mouth and sucking like a fiend. I was starting to get my jollies now, and I 
didn't care who knew it. 

Tim could undoubtedly feel my tongue and throat quivering on his cock as I 
made wild attempts to say something, to cry out at how blessedly hot and 
near to the peak I was, but my hunger for his pulsing prick was too much for 
me to let it out of my mouth for one second. I jerked my ass up and down on 
the bed in a frenzy of wet hominess, and when I came I felt the added 
delight of Tim's cock shooting a mouthful of hot, lovely sperm into my' 
throat. 

"Ungh ... oh Jesus ... shiiiit!" he yelled as he came off in me and felt his 
come running out the corners of my lips. 

Little Petey gave a yelp and sobbed on my wet tit like a baby, for at that 
very instant he was paying me his dues by spurting a load into my pussy. 

The three of us lay quivering and sated from the action, then in only 
seconds we all relaxed and flopped onto our backs together as our satisfied, 
deep breathing filled the air. We lay silent for some minutes before anyone 
spoke. 

It was Tim who broke the ice. "Wow," he said, "what a fucking that was! I 
knew darned well you'd be a great fuck as soon as I walked into the room." 

His words sounded a little too cocky for me. "Don't be so wise, Tim," I 
rebuked. "I can assure you that if I hadn't been especially in the mood for 
it, you two kids wouldn't have gotten within ten feet of me-much less gotten 
into my panties." 

He didn't seem to be really cowed, but for once he shut up. Maybe he didn't 
want to risk losing a chance at more pussy at some future date, or maybe it 
was just that the difference in our ages was finally beginning to mean 
something to him. As for little Petey, he did nothing but lie on his back 
with come dripping off his shrunken cock and a big smile on his face. 

A very disquieting thought suddenly popped up in my mind. How about Cliff, 
the fellow teacher who had brought Tim to help carry in. my bags? Did he 
have any idea what would happen had he ushered Tim into my room on purpose? 
it was something I would certainly remember to check into when the situation 
presented itself. But while I was musing over the fact, something much more 
immediate suddenly demanded my attention. 

"Ms. Ward!" a girl's voice called from in the hall. "Ms. Ward, are you still 
in your room?" she said, knocking on my door. 

My heart hit my throat as I glanced at the two naked, sex-sated teen-agers 
lolling on my bed. It would take at least a few minutes to get them up and 
get them presentable-how the hell 'was I to explain that elapsed time to 
whomever was knocking at my door? 

"Just a minute," I called back, a little feebly. 

"I ... just a minute, and I'll be with you." 

What I could do was beyond me, but whatever it was had to be fast, If I was 
going to avoid any suspicion at what had just gone on in my room. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

My two young Lotharios lay grinning beside me, fully aware of my agitation. 
Yet neither of them so much as made a move towards leaving the bed or 
putting their clothes back on. Weren't they as scared as I was of being 
caught in such a compromising position? 

I jerked open a suitcase and threw on a robe, kicking my panties and other 
clothes under the bed as I did so. I patted my hair into place and hissed 
"Get the hell off the bed and into the bath room and take every stitch of 
clothes with you!" 

They grudgingly did as I said, much too slowly for my frayed nerves. The 
girl hadn't knocked again yet; but I could fairly feel her presence on the 
other side of the door, and I was wondering how the hell I could justify the 
ungodly time it was taking me to open the door. After all, she was another 
female. It wouldn't be any big deal for her to see me less than fully 
clothed. 

When I finally opened it, I was faced by a girl about my own age, with hair 
as blonde as mine was dark, and with a warm smile on her face. She stuck out 
her hand. 

"Hi," she said, "I'm Kate Windstrom. I teach here too. Cliff told me you had 
arrived and I wanted to stop by and welcome you. We're pretty informal here 
at Brightwater School." 

Her friendly manner was so open and warm that it relaxed me considerably. I 
shook her hand and stepped back from the door, inviting her inside with a 
sweep of my fingers. 

"How nice of you to come by," I said. 

Then I remembered how she had addressed me as "Ms. Ward" when she was 
knocking on the door. "My name's Millicent," I told her. "Millie to friends. 
I couldn't help noticing how you called me 'Ms.' instead of 'Miss' or 'Mrs.' 
That's a welcome thing to bear after my last job, I can tell you." 

Kate grinned. "You mean you had to work around male chauvinist pigs who made 
a big deal out of whether you were married or not? You won't find that here 
at Brightwater. Not from anyone-women or men. No one here gives a damn about 
your personal life beyond what you choose to tell them." 

I was liking the girl more and more. 

"I had to work around enough pigs to make it a big drag to go to work every 
day ... enough of them to make me want to get away to a new job at a place 
like I hoped this would be. By the way, by old terminology I'm a 'Miss.' I'm 
not married." 

"Me either," Kate answered. "Haven't yet run across a guy I'd want to be 
with forever. Not by a long shot." 

"I think I'm going to like it here," I admitted. "Seems very low-key and not 
the least up tight." 

"You chose right if that's the kind of place you were looking for," Kate 
said. 

I was still a little squeamish about the state of my bed, even though the 
boys were hidden away in the bath room. When her eyes wandered to the 
rumpled bedcovers, it was all I could do to keep my composure and avoid 
getting red in the face. 

"I was pretty bushed after my trip all the way out here," I ventured 
apologetically. "I ... had slipped into bed for a little rest just as soon 
as I got all my luggage in." 

Kate waved her hand understandingly. "No sweat. I know you must be tired so 
I won't keep you ... I want one thing-when you saw Cliff a little while ago, 
did he have One of the young students with him? A kid named Tim? He said 
he'd have Tim come by my room this afternoon and give me a hand with some 
things." 

Her last sentence seemed a little strained. 

"Tim's a kid, in Cliff's care-group," she explained. 

"No," I answered, then quickly changing what I'd said. "Oh yes, wait a 
minute ... that must be the kid Cliff asked to bring my luggage up. But he's 
gone now. I ... don't know where he is." 

I hoped I hadn't sounded too devious or nervous I never 'was a' very good 
liar. 

"What's a 'care-group,' anyway?" I asked welcoming a chance to change the 
subject. "Isn't that the word you used?" 

"Yes," explained Kate. "That's what we call 'the group of kids assigned to 
each teacher here at Brightwater. You'll be getting your care-group 
yourself. It's sort of like a home-room class in a public school. Only it's 
much more personal. You know, you get to know the kids better, and you're 
responsible for them in a more all-inclusive way than simply concern about 
their academic progress. It's a great system. I dig it." 

When Kate left, giving me a friendly wave and saying we would have to get 
together soon, I was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that I'd 
finally gotten rid of her without having the boys discovered, in my room, 
and disappointed that I bad lacked the opportunity to talk longer with her. 
She seemed like a really nice girl and I was sure that we were going to get 
along swell as fellow teachers. It was obvious that she was no 
stick-in-the-mud. 

When I opened the bathroom door the boys had all their clothes on. I told 
them they'd have to leave pronto, but first I wanted to check the hall to 
make sure no one saw the two of them sneaking out of my room. 

"Who's going to sneak?" posed Tim. 

"Yeah," parroted Petey, "who's gonna sneak out?" 

"It's no big deal for us to be here, Teach," Tim continued. "You think this 
is the only time we've ever been in a teacher's room? Ha, what a laugh!" 

"I'm more than just a teacher," I reminded them. "I'm a female teacher. And 
a brand-new one at that. If you'd been in some male teacher's room it would 
be entirely different." 

"You don't have to remind us you're female," Tim cracked, a big smile on his 
face. 

"Not hardly," chirped Petey. "Not after-" 

"Just keep your traps shut," I scolded, feeling myself start to get red in 
the face. "And if r ever hear of either one of you repeating what happened 
here, I'll ... I'll...." 

I couldn't think of anything for a proper threat, so I ended by warning 
them, "You'd just better not, that's all!" 

Even though they wore halfway through the door way, Tim was still blabbing. 

"You mean you didn't like it?" he accused incredulously. "You're never gonna 
make us believe that. Right, Petey?" 

"Right!" exclaimed his partner in crime. 

"What ... what took place here this afternoon was ... was something very 
unusual," I stammered. " ... Something that'll never happen again, I can 
assure you. Just remember that, and see that you don't mention it again. 
Understood?" 

"Okay, okay," they nodded. 

But just before I closed the door behind them Tim flung a parting shot. 
"Better watch what you're doing, Teach," he snickered, pointing to my chest. 
"Looks like something's trying to get out of there. And if it does, you just 
might get all hot and bothered again-especially if-" 

"Goodbye!" I said, closing the door behind them with finality and breathing 
a sigh of relief. 

I looked down at the front of my robe and sure enough, one of my boobs had 
somehow become bared all the way to the point. A nipple was peeping out from 
the folds, in plain view of whoever might have been, there to see it. 

I tugged it closer and thought of the view I'd accidentally given the two 
boys. They had seen plenty of me, for sure, and hardly needed more in fact, 
they had seen (and done!) more than enough to get me fired from any normal 
school! 

I went ahead, unpacking and musing over everything that had happened. I 
could only hope and pray that Brightwater was as liberal and open-minded as 
I had been made to think. If, not, I was going to be in big trouble. 

I took a long, luxurious bath after setting my room straight, then went to 
bed very early. But I must say I didn't go to sleep as quickly as unusual. 
There was one main fact I had been avoiding ... a fact that I could not help 
but dwell on with increasing intensity and shame. I, a 25-year-old grown 
woman, bad just allowed myself to be roundly fucked and sucked by boys only 
twelve and fourteen years old. They were barely more than children! 

What did this mean about me? I would never in my life have imagined myself 
allowing such a disgusting thing to happen to me. Did what had taken place 
mean I was, for some unexplained reason, turning into a sex freak of the 
filthiest kind-a woman who got her kicks by seducing kids less than half her 
age? Of course, I tried to argue to myself, I hadn't exactly seduced them. 
It was quite the other way around. But even so, I had to admit that I bad 
participated, once aroused, with the greatest gusto. 

Besides, there bad been the night below my window, the woman and, boy going 
at it in the bushes when I had first entered the room. It had made me so hot 
I had to get on my knees and masturbate right on the spot. Surely that had 
something to do with my letting myself get involved with Tim and Petey, 
didn't it? Well, it would never happen again, I consoled myself. It had been 
one of those one-of-a-kind incidents that occurs in every girl's life. When 
she suddenly finds herself with panties so hot shell do anything for relief. 

It would never happen again, I 'repeated to myself as I fell asleep. Yet in 
my dreams that night, I saw young adolescents with their pants open and 
their little organs sticking out ... kids as young as Petey and even younger 
... mere children with hard little cocks as stiff and straight bones. 

And the woman in my dreams who fingered those childish cocks, who jacked 
them off and played with them, and sucked "them and sucked them until their 
fat little heads shot off like milky fountains, ... that woman had been me. 

Me and me alone in the morning I found myself so wet and hot in the pussy I 
had to masturbate before I dared get up from bed. I was so horny that if I 
hadn't brought myself off I would have been tense and nervous all day. 

But when I did it, I thought of one of my old boy friends, a manly guy with 
a hairy chest and a big cock that reamed me out like a roto-rooter. I 
consciously avoided any thoughts of younger men or kids ... of anything the 
least bit immature. 

I dressed and hurried to the first faculty meeting. It was extremely 
informal and quite abort, leaving me with the general impression that I was 
very much on my own in dealing with my "care group," which would be assigned 
to me the next day. I was told by the Headmaster, a Mr. Ian Carmichael, that 
my acceptance as a teacher at Brightwater meant that I was automatically 
credited with being sensible and creative enough to see that my students 
received proper instruction in the various subjects they were expected to 
absorb, and that my methods and day-to-day teaching plan would be almost 
entirely up to my own idea of what was best. 

Mr. Carmichael-Ian-was an ancient soul, seventy or more, who insisted on 
being called simply by his first name. He left early, and the rest of the 
meeting was scarcely more than an introduction to the other teachers. There 
were no more than ten in the entire school, which was plenty since the 
student body was composed of only about seventy or eighty' students, who 
ranged from six to seventeen. Most of the kids attending were in the lower 
and middle age groups, with only a few over fifteen. 

I saw Cliff again, the teacher who 'had helped me have my baggage moved in, 
of course. And I saw Kate, who was as friendly as ever. Two others who 
seemed especially nice to me were Carrie Simons, a striking brunette only a 
couple of years older than me, and Percy Chileott, a rather effeminate man 
in his early forties. Cliff, a good-looking man if greying hair and a 
chiseled features turn you on, seemed to be giving me the eye quite a bit. 
It made me feel good to have his attention, but I didn't respond openly. 

Soon t was walking down the hail with Kate. 

"We have two new students coming in today," she said. I agreed to join her 
in welcoming them. I knew that at Brightwater, a school located in' the lush 
green mountains of the California coast, was attended almost exclusively by 
kids from quite wealthy families-actors, company heads, and jetsetters of 
every kind, for the most part-and that their parents expected a great deal 
of personal attention for their children. 

Just how personal that attention was, however, I was soon to learn, was 
something that truly shocked me. And if the kids parents had found out, I'm 
quite sure they would have been astonished and scandalized, to say the 
least. 

We met the kids in the large, plush reception area and introduced ourselves. 
One was a ten-year-old boy and the other an eleven-year-old girl, the son of 
a well-known scientist and the daughter of a prominent painter. Their names 
were Kenny and Caroline: they were both very attractive and healthy 
children. 

Kate explained that she would personally explain Brightwater to them, its 
rules, privileges and "special fun," as she called it. I was to see them 
again that night at dinner. We all went to another room. 

Then she took me aside and ushered me to a hidden room above, where I was to 
observe (through a two-way mirror) and listen (through concealed 
microphones) how she handled the kids. 

I was amazed at the procedure and said so. 

"Why do I have to do this in secret?" I protested. 

"Why can't I just stay with the three of you and-" 

"You'll find out, Millie," Kate said in a helpful, but mysterious, tone of 
voice. "If you bad been here at Brightwater for a while, you could stay with 
us. But I'm sure you'll agree, after you see what goes on, that that's a lot 
you don't yet know about this school as well as things the children 
themselves don't yet know. By taking it all in from up here in this special 
observation room, you can see what happens without the kids knowing anyone 
is watching." 

I didn't understand why it should be important for the kids to be so alone 
with her, but I did as she said and went to the chair she pointed out in the 
observation room. A few minutes later she went back down the stairs to the 
kids. She immediately put things on a first-name basis with them. The boy's 
name was Kenny and the girl's name was Caroline. 

They both knew the school rules and regulations (which were very few!) from 
what their parents had told them before sending them there, since 
Brightwater provided all prospective parents with a full supply of booklets 
and brochures on all technical 'details of the school's operation. So far I 
couldn't imagine why sate had insisted that I remain hidden from view. 

Then my fellow teacher began talking to them about themselves. At first it 
was routine fare, such as how many pets they had back home, and what their 
names were, and things about their brothers and sisters. It turned out they 
were each an "only child," having no one else in the family except 'their 
mothers and fathers. Kate pointed out that although they would each have 
their own rooms at the school, there would nevertheless be many occasions 
when it would be necessary for them to be in very close touch with other 
kids. 

"It won't be like the schools you've been going to," she reminded them. 
"You'll be living much' closer together with the other students here. Not 
just in class, but for meals and also at night. Even around where others are 
sleeping." 

They both nodded, although with some hesitance. 

It was clear to them that Kate's conversation was about to move in realms 
neither of them was prepared for. Then it was out. Kate suddenly got 'to the 
point, in a way which made little Kenny blush. 

"Since you'll be seeing older girls around their bedrooms from time to time, 
there's something I should ask you, Kenny," she posed to him. "Have you ever 
seen a girl without her clothes on? Do you know what a girl looks like 
underneath her underwear?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The little ten-year-old batted his eyes in surprise as his face grew 
crimson. 

"Huh?" he said, unbelieving. "Yeah ... I guess so." 

Young Caroline reacted by averting her eyes and maintaining a studied 
expression of impassivity. 

"You guess so?" Kate asked playfully. "You mean you aren't sure whether you 
do or not?" 

"Well I've seen ... you know, I've seen my mother a few times," he 
responded. "Things like that." 

"With everything off," pursued Kate, "or just her brassiere? Did you see 
everything your mom's got, or just what's on top?" 

Now he was blushing furiously. 

"Just ... just on top," he said quietly. 

The little girl was no longer able to maintain her detached expression. A 
pretty flush of red was now making its way from her neck to her cheeks and 
forehead. 

"Don't be embarrassed," chided Kate. "Everyone has pretty much the same 
equipment under their clothes. Girls have"-at this point both children 
visibly braced themselves for the words they feared they were about to 
hear-"something in their bras and in their panties that boys love to see." 

Caroline and Kenny now nervously avoided each other's eyes. The little boy 
found himself thinking more and more about the two females in the room. The 
look on his face made it plain that Kate's words were having a devastating 
effect on him. The things she was talking about were so evident all around 
him. Kate's fully-rounded breasts-the visual badge of womanhood-were 
pressing forward against the fabric of her blouse in a way that made it 
impossible for Kenny not to center his attention on them. It looked like he 
might be considering Kate's words and thinking about the other part of her 
clothing she had mentioned-her panties. 

Caroline seemed embarrassed, and I was pretty sure I knew why. Being only 
eleven years old, she naturally was just getting started in the tit 
department and I was sure she was mentally comparing herself to Kate and 
thinking how her own tiny ones must look to Kenny alongside her teacher's 
mature, well-shaped mounds. 

Kate paused just long enough to let her remark about girls sink in, then 
said, "And of course, boys have something that girls like to see. I don't 
mean just their muscles and handsome faces-I mean what's between their 
legs." 

The two youngsters sat without speaking. I couldn't believe the things Kate 
was saying to them. If anyone had told me that a teacher at Brightwater 
would discuss such intimate things with their students, I would have been 
aghast. And yet I had to admit that I myself had certainly done things, 
since my arrival at Brightwater, that I would have never imagined myself 
doing even in my wildest imagination. The fact that I was twenty-five years 
old, and my two most recent lovers had been only fourteen and twelve, was 
still very much on my mind. 

"You kids sure are quiet," she said to them in a rather chiding way. 
"Couldn't be that I'm embarrassing you, could it? They both shook their 
heads. Neither one wanted "to appear "chicken" in front of the other. 
Caroline even went a little farther and spoke up. 

"Heck no," she said, with bravado in her slightly trembling voice, "you're 
not ... you're not embarrassing me. I know about stuff like that. My parents 
aren't complete squares." 

"Then you admit you like seeing what a boy has between his legs, Caroline?" 
asked Kate. 

This was a much too directly personal question for the kid, but she handled 
it as deftly as possible. 

"Well sure," she replied, "if you want to talk like that. I ... I like to 
... you know-get a peek once in a while at some boy. Especially since I 
don't have any brothers." 

"What do you call the thing between a boy's legs?" Kate pursued, obviously 
relishing the conversation. 

Kenny looked at Caroline with a "betcha-won't-answer-that-one" expression on 
his face. 

But she promptly responded. "Peter," she said. She giggled nervously, then 
repeated the word. "I just call it a 'peter,' I guess; I don't know. I don't 
say it much." 

"Why not?" asked Kate. "You mean you can't talk about 'peter,' as you call 
it, in front of your parents?" 

"Gosh no," the girl said. "I told you my parents aren't complete squares, 
but they're too square for me to talk about things like that in front of." 

"Well, honey," Kate said, "now that you're at Brightwater things are going 
to change for you. And for the better, too. You're not only allowed to talk 
about things, you're going to be allowed to see them, too." 

Both kids looked at her with new interest. 

"Kenny, why don't you let Caroline see what's in your pants?" Kate said. 
"She's admitted she-likes to take a peek whenever she gets the chance. Why 
don't you give her a look at yours?" 

If the color of his face had been red before, it was now flaming. Before 
answering her, he licked his dry lips and moved restlessly in his chair. 

"I'm not afraid to," he finally replied, "if she's not afraid to look." 

"Stay where you are, Caroline," Kate instructed, "and watch. I'm going to 
give Kenny a little assistance. Stand up so I can-" 

But Kenny interrupted her: "You mean right here," he asked. "And right now? 
Somebody'll come through here and see us." 

"No, that's impossible," Kate explained. "This room is a very special place. 
You don't have to worry about anyone happening by. A few other teachers and 
I call this the indoctrination room ... we set it aside for greeting new 
students and introducing them to the ways of the school. No one else will 
enter as long as we're using the room ... unless I give permission." 

I couldn't help but notice how Kate entirely avoided saying anything about 
me, and how I was at that moment seeing and hearing everything that went on 
and what she was telling the kids was really amazing me. Apparently, more 
than one teacher at Brightwater engaged in whatever went on there. It 
sounded like a secret society or something, from the way she told it. 

Kenny stood up as she had directed, and Caroline was all eyes. The kid was 
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Kate sat down in front of him and turned him 
slightly sideways, so Caroline wouldn't miss anything from where she was 
sitting several feet away on the other aide of the room. Kate put her hands 
on his young shoulders and trailed her fingers down the front of his 
T-shirt. She rubbed his hard little stomach and, after a few circular passes 
around the area of his navel, let her fingertips drop past his belt buckle 
to his fly. 

She patted him lightly and said, "I can feel it right now, Caroline, without 
even going inside. It appears that your schoolmate here has a bit of a 
hard-on. Know what that is?" 

"I think I do," the young girl said hesitantly. "It's when a boy's peter 
swells up and gets bigger than it usually is. And longer, and kinda stiff." 

"You aren't so dumb, are you, honey?" Kate smiled. "I guess that's pretty 
good for eleven years old. Do you know what makes a boy get that way, 
though?" 

Caroline grinned widely but made no reply. I couldn't tell for sure whether 
the kid knew the answer and. just didn't want to say it, or whether she 
didn't know the answer but didn't want to admit it to Kate. 

She looked at Kenny and smiled naughtily. "It's because I'm touching it 
through your pants, right, Tiger? And because of what we've been talking 
about. I bet you've got a real nice one in there, don't you? For a 
ten-year-old, you feel pretty big to me and I've had my hands on quite a few 
of these delicious things in my life ... men's and boys' both." 

Besides being red in the face, the boy was now sweating some. I could 
clearly see sweat on his upper lip, and was pretty sure his underarms and 
crotch must be pretty wet too. I glanced at Caroline and noticed she seemed 
to be pressing her legs together very tightly, almost as though she was 
afraid something would get out. I think she must have been getting a damp 
pussy from watching what was going on and was unconsciously squeezing her 
thighs together in an attempt to hide from herself the warm, wet reality of 
her budding sexuality. 

I felt myself getting a bit worked up, and I couldn't help but remember how 
I had been at the age of eleven or so-I'd find myself with a wet cunt from 
dirty thoughts or something, but I would have died if anyone knew. 

Kate was quite obviously delighting in what she was doing. She felt him up 
some more through his pants, then carefully took in hand the zipper of his 
fly. She saw how avidly Caroline was watching the proceedings, and said, 
"You'd probably like to have your fingers on him, wouldn't you, sweetie? I 
just want you to watch, though. I'll take care of everything else." 

Kate inched down the zipper, pausing to watch Kenny's face as she did so. 
The kid seemed to be poised on the brink of shame or fear, but it was also 
apparent that he liked what was being done to him, even if he was too scared 
to show it. 

Kate's fingers slipped inside and made Kenny start. I wished I could have 
seen the actual touch of her hand on his little' cock, but it was all done 
inside his pants. Seconds later she pulled it out, its small red knob 
glistening like some beautiful and exotic young fruit. Her hand enclosed the 
shaft at first, but then she opened it up so that his throbbing little cock 
lay in her palm in plain sight of Caroline. 

"Okay, sweetie," Kate said to her, "take a good look. Here's what a 'peter' 
looks like when it's out in the open. And this is a pretty nice-sized one 
for a ten-year-old, if I do say so myself." 

Kate slipped her lingers up and down the shaft a couple of times, and even 
though she did it quite slowly, Kenny was' nearly overcome by the pleasure. 

His legs wavered and it looked like he was in no shape to keep standing up. 
What he needed was to lie down, or at least sit down. She saw his need and 
quickly obliged him. 

"Sit here," She said, guiding him a couple of steps backward to a couch. 

He sat down without her hand ever coming off his cock for a second. He gazed 
down into his lap in wonder and delight as she continued her activity. 

"See, Caroline," she said, "a boy-likes to have himself rubbed like this?" 

The girl was goggle-eyed. Not only was the kid's cock being openly displayed 
to her, but it was being masturbated as well. I wondered whether Caroline 
even knew what it was to masturbate-at least for a boy to be masturbated. I 
was pretty sure she knew how it was for a girl. 

Caroline tried to hide how much she liked having her eyes on the kid's cock 
at first, but eventually she was more open about it and just sat there 
staring at it with quite obvious enjoyment. 

Kate didn't leave it at that, however. 

"Kenny," she said, "I think Caroline's ready to learn more about a boy's 
cock than just how it looks. Let's show her what it can do, all right?" 

The boy wasn't quite up it. He wasn't sure exactly what Kate meant. "I ... I 
don't know what you mean," he mumbled. "I don't know if I ... if I can or 
not." 

"Don't worry, little lover," Kate assured him, "it'll come naturally. I'll 
show you exactly what to do. You like what I'm doing to you right now, don't 
you? You like how this feels, don't you? Don't you?" 

Kate was only teasing by asking the questions. 

With every word she uttered, her hand was going up and down his little cock, 
and there couldn't have been a doubt in her mind about how good it was 
making him feel. The kid was sweating like a trooper. 

"Well sure," Kenny said, and his voice was trembling, "sure I do ... yeah!" 

"You must have wondered what it's like to see a woman naked," she said with 
a slow smile. "I'm going to show you." 

Kate unbuttoned her blouse and her tits popped out. They were nice ones, 
real nice ... about what I would have expected them to be. But I never would 
have guessed there would be any occasion for me to see them. 

Kenny's cock lacked the attention of her hands now, but the sight of her 
naked boobs was more than enough to keep up his excitement. His childish 
cock trembled in his lap like a live-wire. 

"You ... you're not even wearing any underwear," gushed the kid, apparently 
quite surprised at the absence of a bra. 

"No, honey," Kate explained, "I don't need one. See how my tits stand out 
without sagging? Very few girls wear bras these days unless they have to in 
order to keep their tits from sagging down. Except for the ones who think 
they have to in order to be 'nice.'" 

But such explanations as this were much too cerebral for the boy to be 
interested in, at such a moment as this was becoming. Re looked like 
somebody seeing his first pair of knockers, and what followed made me sure 
of it. Kate took over the entire affair and not only showed him 'things but 
made him touch them. She took his wrists in her hands and moved his open 
palms and fingers across the soft skin of her tits, pausing a long time at 
the nipples. 

Caroline looked very uncomfortable in spite of her undisguised interest in 
what was going on. 

Kate noticed her and spoke up to make her feel better. 

"Thinking about how small yours are in comparison to mine?" she asked. 
"Don't let it bother you, sweetie in just a few years yours will be just as 
big. Those little mosquito bites on your chest are going to swell up fast 
from now on. You look like you've got a pretty good start right now. If you 
want to know the truth, I didn't have as much titty as you've got even when 
I was thirteen. And look how nice mine are now. You don't have a thing to 
worry about." 

Caroline seemed relieved. It appeared Kate had correctly guessed what was 
bugging her. 

As for me, I couldn't keep my eyes off Kenny's immature little cock. I 
couldn't imagine how Kate was able to talk so much at the same time she was 
actually doing it. If I'd been in her position, I'm sure I couldn't have 
stayed so cool and methodical. I was getting plenty hot in my little 
hidden-away watching place just from watching the stuff my fellow teacher 
was doing. I knew damned well Kate's cunt must be plenty steamed up ... and 
the way little Caroline was squeezing those knees of hers together made it 
plain that even her young pussy was all excited. 

"Let me get those pants off for you, sugar," Kate told the kid. Now she was 
getting down to action. With her big tits bobbing, she drew his pants off 
over his feet and went right on to his shorts. As she pulled them down, his 
stiff cock impeded their progress until 'Kate pressed it flat onto a thigh. 
I could tell she was wanting it bad, now. She unbuttoned his shirt, and had 
it off and her. She had left his shoes and socks on, and on the floor in one 
second flat, then lay down on the thick carpet and pulled him down beside 
found that somehow stimulated me. The kid was naked as a jaybird except for 
his brown shoes and black slacks which had fallen loose around his ankles. 

Kate drew his face to her chest and unceremoniously directed a taut nipple 
to his lips. He accepted it with no hesitation. I'm sure it was the first 
time since he was a baby that he'd had his mouth on one, but he began 
sucking on it and burrowing his nose and cheeks into the soft flesh as 
though he'd been sucking tits for all those years. 

Now his naked body was tight against the front of Kate's. His cock was 
pressing her in the crotch but she still had her skirt on. It was time to 
make him do a little work, I guess she decided. She put one of his hands on 
the waistband of her skirt and asked him to unbutton it and take it off. 

He was very awkward about it, but he finally had it off with a little 
wiggling assistance from her. She kicked off her shoes and lay there with 
nothing left on but her panties, pale yellow ones with a noticeable dampness 
over the crotch. 

"Go ahead, little lover," she urged him. "Take my panties off. You're going 
to find something in there you'll really like." 

As he did what she told him, Kate encircled his cock with her fingers and 
began giving the business again. He was so young be didn't have a single 
hair growing around his balls, yet his stiff little organ stood up as proud 
as a toy soldier. His balls were surprisingly full and bouncy, even though 
their surface was unmarked by the slightest trace of hair. It made me feel 
like a real deviate to gaze at the child's organs and be so turned by what I 
saw, but I was so hot by then that I really 'had very little control over 
'my thought processes. All I knew was that my cunt was hot to trot-land that 
I'd have given plenty to be down there on the floor in Kate's place with the 
little boy's cock in my crotch and his mouth on one of my tits. 

She guided one of his hands to the damp part of her panties and stroked it 
up and down across the swollen protuberance of her mound. I couldn't help 
myself. I had to have something in my own panties, and I had to have it 
fast. Seeing the kid's hand on her panties like that and knowing damned well 
it was soon going to be inside, on her wet cunt, was too much for me. I 
raised my skirt and started feeling myself up. At first I did it against the 
thin fabric of my panties the way he was doing to her, but I couldn't stand 
to daily around very long and soon had my fingers inside on the moist meat 
of my pussy. 

Kenny was hotter than ever before. His earlier shyness had all but 
disappeared. 

"Can I put my peter in your panties and rub you with it?" he asked, his 
voice broken by the rasps of his deep breathing. 

"You little angel," purred Kate, "that's exactly what I want you to do. Slip 
my panties down so you can get to my cunt." 

He did her bidding at once and I had a clear view of his lovely little organ 
pressing its tip into the hairy bush of her suddenly visible pussy. She 
exhaled in relief as its fiery red knob disappeared into the center. Seeing 
it happen was almost as good as having it done to me. I was watching them so 
closely that I felt I could nearly share Kate's feelings ... I slipped the 
end of my finger against my clit and really began letting myself have it. I 
kept it up 'till I knew I was going to bring myself off soon, no matter how 
fast Kate and Kenny progressed. 

Kate and Kenny were only part of the show, as far as I was concerned. They 
were the biggest part and the beat part, but they weren't all of it by a 
long shot. Caroline was rubbing her legs back and forth like a grasshopper 
in the background, though not daring to use her hands on herself. But the 
main thing was what I was doing to myself. 

With such a clear view of Kate and Kenny, I was able to let my imagination 
soar and pretend I was the one with his little cock inside her. 

I started jamming my ass back and forth in my seat, and with my eyes firmly 
fixed on that beautiful little prick moving in and out of Kate's cunt, I 
brought myself off. The knowledge that I was watching them on purpose, even 
at the invitation of one of the participants, was wildly exciting to me. I 
kept my fingers going and enjoyed a second wonderful climax. 

I sat back against the back of my seat and caught my breath, then slipped my 
panties down around my ankles to give my poor pussy a little breathing 
space. I opened my legs and smelled the sharp, musky scent of my love juices 
wafting up from below. 

Kate had the kid positioned directly between her legs and had both bands on 
the cheeks of his hard little ass. Kenny pumped away like a pro, even though 
I'm sure it was absolutely his first fuck. The loving guidance of his 
teacher, I decided, was surely responsible for his superior performance. 
Could he come, I wondered? How could a kid too young to even have hair on 
his balls be able to shoot off? 

Whether he could or not, I could plainly see that Kate was on the way to 
getting hers. She bad begun breathing real hard and fast just as I'd been 
doing; and was pulling the kid's young body against her own with greater and 
greater pressure at each, stroke of his tool. A few seconds later and she 
came off. The little squeals of pleasure, and the way she scrunched up the 
muscles of her face at the last moment, were unmistakable indications of her 
final release. 

But the kid just kept pumping away as though nothing had happened. He was 
huffing and puffing with no sign of a let-up. Once again I wished it were my 
pussy getting fucked. Kenny was so young he had great stamina, which more 
than made up for the comparatively small size of his pre-adolescent prick. 

Kate was in control again, now that she bad had her climax. Even though 
Kenny was jabbing away at her pussy as excitedly as ever, she was able to 
turn her attention, to Caroline and carry on a reasonable conversation. 

"See how good a boy's cock can make a girl feel, honey?" she said to the 
youngster. "I wanted you to see more than just what one Looks like, and 
Kenny has obliged by showing you." 

She grinned at the little girl and said, "Of course I know I had to help 
some with the demonstration, but he was right in there pitching. Or be is, I 
should say." 

Caroline managed a weak and embarrassed smile of acknowledgment. "I ... I'd 
heard older girls talk about it before," she said, "but I never saw anyone 
really doing it." 

"Keep watching and you're going to see a lot more," invited Kate. "The 
little devil hasn't come yet, but I'm going to help him make it. I'm going 
to make your new little friend so hot he'll have a goddamned fit!" 

Kate then immediately rolled out from under him, grabbing his cock in her 
hand and keeping up the motion he'd been getting from her cunt. She gave him 
a quick kiss as she jacked him off and winked at Caroline over his shoulder. 
She dropped her mouth down the front of his firm young body and gave him a 
couple of passing licks when she came to his boy-tits and navel, then dove 
straight into his hot little crotch. 

"Didn't get off yet, did you, honey?" she queried. "Don't worry, I'm going 
"to bring you off real fast, and you're going to love it." 

Her last words were a bit blurred to my ears because of her mouth settling 
onto the head of his dick. I wondered if Caroline had heard them and whether 
she knew what was about to happen. The girl sat forward in her seat and eyes 
widened at the spectacle before her. Kate, her naked body glistening with 
sweat and her firm boobs bouncing as she moved, was giving the kid a blow 
job he'd never forget. 

Kenny lay back and gasped like a fish out of water. He moved his ass up and 
down and drove his precocious piston into the wet warmth of Kate's welcome 
mouth. 

Jesus, I thought to myself, can a kid that young really shoot off? Doesn't a 
boy have to be at least old enough to have hair on his balls before he can 
come? 

My unspoken question was answered in short order. He began gyrating his ass 
crazily beneath her, started turning his head from side to side as though he 
was having a spasm, then grunted hard and flopped his arms backwards to the 
carpet as though were completely exhausted. 

For a few minutes Kate lay beside him, softly caressing his back, chest and 
legs. Then she got up and led him to an adjoining bath room. As they passed 
Caroline, Kate motioned for her to follow them. 

"Come on, sweetie," she said to the girl, "and we'll wash ourselves off. You 
do look a little messed up yourself, you know, even though you weren't in on 
the honest-to-goodness fucking." 

Caroline glanced at her obviously wet crotch and her face again turned 
crimson but she got up and meekly followed them without any protests. They 
were out of ray sight inside the bathroom so I could no longer see what was 
going on. I used the time to get a tissue and wipe myself off. Masturbating 
my cunt had made me so wet I was all squishy between my legs and I knew If I 
didn't wipe off I'd melt of sex all day long. 

When Kate came back into the room she was fully dressed. She came up to my 
watching room and we talked about what had just gone on between her and the 
kids. 

"Where are they now?" I asked. 

"After I made them all sweet and clean again," she said with a grin 
indicating they had both been something less than that, "I dressed Kenny and 
took them both to their new rooms." 

"I can hardly believe what I just saw," I admitted. "I knew Brightwater was 
very liberal and thought the kids here would probably be allowed to neck 
fairly openly on campus, but I never dreamed any student would get to 
indulge in outright tucking. Net with a teacher, at any rate. And not at 
such young ages as Kenny and Caroline I" 

Kate was amused at my astonishment. "That's why I wanted to make sure you 
got to see everything," she said. "Since you're the newest one on the 
teaching staff, I wanted to bare all our secrets to you the first day here 
so you wouldn't freak out. Brightwaters is quite liberal, of course, and the 
kids do neck openly on campus. A couple of years ago they were allowed to 
stay overnight in each other's rooms, so you can imagine what that led to. 
But we had the tacit approval of the parents. So long as we maintain 
effective birth control measures, the parents see sex between their kids as 
a healthy part of growing up and an integral part of their education. Most 
of them are quite liberal themselves, you know, and realize the importance 
of having their children grow up in as realistic an atmosphere as possible. 
And for the money they pay to send their little darlings to this place, they 
expect the very best and most modern education available." 

I was beginning to understand that Brightwater was quite an incredible 
place, and that it was much more advanced than I would have ever dreamed. I 
felt renewed honor at having been chosen to teach there. 

"What a place!" I exclaimed. "But how about sex between the kids here and an 
instructor, like you just got through doing? I could see how ultramodern 
parents might condone sex among the kids but do they approve of sex between 
their kids and the teachers here?" 

Kate regarded me with a conspiratorial smile. "Not quite," she admitted. 
"No, the parents of these kids aren't that liberal. So that's the one part 
of the curriculum we keep under wraps. What it amounts to is that all the 
teachers here know about it and most of them participate. The few who don't 
actively take part approve of it intellectually at least, so no one rocks 
the boat. The only reason they don't take part in sex with the kids is 
because they either happen to be too old to dig sex much with anybody, or 
because they lack the guts to admit they are personally interested in having 
sex with kids. And remember, we have kids here as old as seventeen-nearly 
grown, and old enough, to have sex by almost anyone's standards." 

I was truly amazed at the information I was getting. "You mean even old Mr. 
Carmichael? The headmaster? He knows about all this stuff too?" 

"You bet your life old Ian knows about it," she retorted. "And don't let his 
age surprise you. The old duffer can still get it up just fine. As a 
matter-of-fact none of us would be able to get it on with the kids if it 
weren't for his approval. It would be too risky, and we would all stand a 
chance of losing our jobs. But when the 'boss' himself indulges in our 
little games, who's to worry-right?" 

She paused and lit a cigarette. "Ian has his own favorite 'kink,' you know," 
Kate went on. "His thing is the really young ones ... the six and 
seven-year-olds are the ones that he gets his kicks from, and eight years 
old is tops for him. If Caroline had been younger, I'd have saved her for 
him." 

"But she didn't get fucked," I said, "she only watched. She hasn't exactly 
been used up." 

"True," Kate agreed, "but if she had been the age old Ian-likes, I wouldn't 
even have let her do that much. He-likes to break them in his own way. You 
know, holding them in his lap and fingerfucking them, getting them to talk 
about it and everything when he can." 

She took a long drag off her cigarette. "Speaking of Caroline, did you 
notice how hot she got from watching us? She was so damned wet between the 
legs I had to wash her off almost as much as myself. She seemed to dig 
having me touch her, too. I think she has a definite possibility of being 
turned on to other females. If she's around here long enough, of course, she 
will be." 

The way Kate spoke presented me with the sudden realization that my fellow 
teacher might be something of a lez herself, but I let it pass. After all, 
as a member of her sex I could hardly discuss the matter without opening 
myself up to a pass from her if she did have lea inclinations. She was an 
awfully attractive woman, I had to admit. But I quickly put the idea out of 
my head. I hadn't ever been so wild as to get into that scene. 

I changed the subject. "Yes, I couldn't help noticing how worked up she got 
from watching you two," I agreed, "but there's something else that attracted 
my curiosity more." 

"I'll bet!" she chimed. "Like seeing Kenny's little cock go to work on me, 
huh?" 

"Yes, but there's something more specific," I said. "It's something I'd 
never thought 'of before because I've never had any experience with kids." 

"Yes?" she urged, wanting to know what it was. 

"Well, it's about shooting 'off," I told her. "Can-can a kid as young as 
Kenny really shoot a load of come? I would have thought a boy would have to 
be at least old enough to have hair in the crotch before he could do that." 

"That's something a lot of people are surprised to discover the truth 
about," she replied. "The truth is a boy can come at any age if he's 
properly stimulated. As far as actually shooting off sperm, you're right-he 
can't do that until he's old enough for his nuts to manufacture it." 

I was surprised. "A kid that young can really come, huh?" 

"Sure," she said. "The feeling's there. The only difference is that nothing 
comes out the end of his prick when be reaches climax, that's all." 

"I've known a few guys my age well enough to talk about it," I countered, 
"and none of them ever had been able to come that young. How do you figure 
that?" 

"It's simple," she answered. "Think back. How many of them do you suppose 
were ever properly excited and fully stimulated for a long enough period of 
time by someone who was old enough to know what she were doing?" 

I saw her point. It was just lack of opportunity that kept most guys from 
discovering their potential for sex at early ages. 

"I guess you're right," I admitted. "It certainly looked like Kenny was 
getting his. I guess he really was, wasn't he? And the only difference 
between him and older boys is that he didn't shoot off at the peak of 
orgasm." 

"Right," she said. Then she added another proof of her contention. "And how 
about yourself? If you're like a lot of girls, you were able to come long 
before your tits started growing and you sprouted hair on your pussy. Even 
if you didn't recognize the feeling for what it was. When you were a little 
girl, didn't you ever bring yourself off by accident ... like when sliding 
down a banister or riding, a horse or fooling around with your little cunt 
while you were in the bath or exploring it in bed at night when no one was 
around to catch you?" 

I nodded affirmatively. I didn't elaborate by discussing it. It sort of made 
me uneasy to be discussing things so intimately feminine with a girl my own 
age. There was the lurking feeling that Kate might be bisexual, and I didn't 
want to get too involved in the subject with her at the moment. 

"Then it shouldn't surprise you too much to learn that males have the same 
capability," she said. "Both sexes have basically the same nervous system. 
It's primarily the physical equipment that's different, not the manner of 
responding." 

I was ready to concede she was right at this point. I felt like a successful 
member of a sex education class or something. 

"Let's go back to 'our rooms," Kate suggested. 

"It's almost time for lunch." 

I could hardly believe so much had taken place in such a short time, but she 
was right. We were barely halfway into the day. I couldn't help musing over 
the, revelations of the morning as we walked back up to our rooms together. 

"The other teachers are all in on everything, huh?" I asked, wanting to make 
sure of that important fact. 

"Sure," she repeated. "All of them know and approve, and most of them 
participate. Of the ones you've talked to for example, I've already told you 
about Ian. And Cliff, be digs it. Now Carrie, the brunette you met at the 
meeting who's a couple of years older than us, she's one of the ones who 
only approves of our scene intellectually. She claims she has absolutely no 
interest in a male unless he's her own age or very near it. I have my own 
ideas, though. I think she would really like getting it on with young kids 
as much as the rest of us but she's just too inhibited to do it. I think 
she'd love to have a kid's prick in her panties, deep down no pun 
intended-but Just isn't open enough to admit it ... even to herself." 

"Really?" I said. 

"That's my opinion," she maintained. 

I was still thinking of the other teachers. "Cliff's not so bad-looking, is 
he?" I ventured. 

"No, he's a pretty nice guy," Kate said. "I imagine he's pretty good in bed 
too, but I have no way of knowing for sure. Re digs on the kids more than on 
women his own age." She laughed. "Can't say that I blame him, though, since 
I prefer kids to men my age. For me to criticize him would really be a case 
of the pot calling the kettle black." 

After I changed clothes and freshened up a bit, I went down to lunch. 
Although the students and teachers of Brightwater were much closer than at 
ordinary schools and maintained close academic and social contact, I was 
glad to find that at least the faculty took its meals in a separate dining 
room. The teachers customarily occupied the same seating arrangement every 
day, and I was pleased to find that I had been assigned to sit at the table 
with Kate, Cliff and Carrie. 

Ian was seated a few tables away, and exchanged a pleasant greeting with me 
as I passed. He came by the table for a minute and paused, winding his way 
through a few other tables where other members of the faculty were eating. 

"I hope you're enjoying your position here at Brightwater, Millie," he said, 
addressing me by my first name and reminding me that he expected the same. 
With a knowing look he added, "I understand Kate has ... ahem ... explained 
some of the more unusual aspects of our educational institution to you." 

"Yes, she has," I replied, unable to keep a smile from my lips. "Kate gave 
me a rather thorough introduction this morning when two new students 
arrived." 

"I know you're going to get along fine here, Millie," he said before leaving 
our table. 

It seemed he was pleased that I exhibited no negative attitude when he 
mentioned the "unusual aspects" of the school. 

"So Kate showed you the ropes, huh?" said Cliff. 

"I guess you'd call it that," I said. 

"Yes, we do have our little departures from standard teacher-student 
relationships here at Brightwater," offered Carrie. "I think it's fair to 
call this a very broad-minded faculty." 

It was somewhat of a surprise to me to hear anything about the matter from 
Carrie, since Kate had told me Carrie was one of the few teachers at the 
school who didn't participate in the affair. Apparently the rest of what I'd 
been told was also true-that although she didn't go for it personally, she 
had no objections to other faculty members doing so. 

The rest of the meal was spent in casual small talk, except for a remark 
Cliff made just before leaving the table. 

"By the way," he commented in an innocent manner, "I hope Tim and Petey 
helped you out enough with the luggage. Did they stay around long enough to 
see that you had everything in order?" 

"Why, yes ... yes, they took care of things for me!" I answered, taken aback 
by his reference to them. 

As he walked away I couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was a 
knowing and somewhat bantering smile or simply his normal way of smiling. 
But I had every reason to suspect the former. It had been Cliff, after all, 
who brought Tim by my room that first afternoon to "help me with my 
luggage." Events since that time bad made me suspicious that Cliff had every 
right to know what was in the horny kid's mind, and that maybe he had even 
put him up to it. The clincher was that Cliff had referred not just to Tim, 
but to Petey as well. Yet Petey had arrived on the scene well after Cliff 
had left, making it a sure thing that Cliff knew more than he was letting on 
by his seemingly innocuous comment as he left the table. 

That afternoon I had nothing more than a little paper work to do so I 
finished it quickly and headed for the beach. I went alone on purpose. The 
beach was near the school but was not private, so anyone could go there. I 
wanted a little time away from the rest of the faculty to work things out. 

It was very sparsely occupied. I lay down in my mini-bikini and began 
applying suntan lotion to my legs, tummy and arms. Before I'd been there 
more than a few minutes I overheard one boy say to another. "Hey, wonder who 
that chick is. I've never seen her here before." 

His companion replied, "I don't know, man, but I'd sure like to find out. 
She's got a great set of tits on her." 

The first boy whispered, "Yeah, and look at those nice long legs. How'd you 
like to have them wrapped around you, hub? I bet she'd be hot slut in bed." 

By the time they had passed out of earshot I had had my ego built up quite a 
bit. Better still, I realized I was in a position to have some unexpected 
fun. The two boys, who were around sixteen or so, were definitely 
Brightwater students-yet they hadn't recognized me as being a new teacher. I 
was pretty sure they were students at the school because I had seen them in 
the hall that very afternoon. If other boys came by who hadn't yet seen me 
around school, it might be fun to try to get one turned on and try to seduce 
him. The fact that he wouldn't know I was a Brightwater teacher, and would 
be ignorant of knowledge of his probable relationship with the other 
teachers, made it more exciting to me. 

Just then a slim, dark boy about fifteen lay down in the sand a few yards 
away from me. I'd never seen him before, but knew him as a Brightwater 
student by his name printed on his towel. 

I had my back to him but I could see his reflection in my sun glasses. 
Boldly, as though I hadn't noticed his presence, I untied the back of my 
bikini bra and let it lie on my stomach. I didn't leave that much showing, 
but I had a good idea there was enough titty uncovered to give him a little 
charge. 

To my pleasure, I noticed a definite indication of his approval and 
interest. And in a very sensual way, too. The center of his bathing suit 
began to move upward into the sun, showing off a fat swelling that made my 
crotch tingle with a certain very familiar warmth. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

I lay watching the kid's cock throb under his swim suit and wondered what it 
looked like. Would it be one of those fat, thick-bodied ones that are fairly 
short or one of the longer but skinnier varieties? Or maybe even one that 
was both thick and long, the kind that really fills a girl up and gives her 
cunt something to chew on? But at the moment the main question was whether I 
would even get to see it at all or not. 

I kept watching the boys in the reflection of my sunglasses 'till my pussy 
became very wet just from thinking about how it, would be to have his tool 
unsheathed and deep inside me. I couldn't keep my mind from wandering and 
returning again and again to how it would feel to have his youthful, 
hard-muscled body against mine, with that beautiful swollen part of his swim 
suit rubbing the crotch of my scanty bikini panties. There was no doubt that 
he had noticed me, or that it was seeing my nearly naked body which was 
turning him on. I wondered how he would react if I made a little more of it 
easily available to his view. 

I shifted casually in the sand, allowing the left half of my bikini bra to 
fall even lower. Now almost the entire flesh of my left tit was visible. 
About the only part he couldn't see was the nipple and the part which faced 
away from him. 

His reaction was immediate in my glasses I saw him twist his torso and drop 
his face closer to the sand in an attempt to gain a still better look at my 
tit. I wondered what thoughts were passing through his mind. Was he thinking 
about how much he'd love to see my bikini bra off, so that every square inch 
of both tits would be within his view? Or had he progressed farther, maybe 
to the point of considering how it would feel to run his fingertips across 
the soft skin hidden beneath the concealing fabric? Perhaps he was much 
farther along in his thoughts, and was at that very moment imagining how I 
would look completely naked, with even the hairy mound of my cunt open to 
his sight. 

The sun beat down on my shoulders and the heat of the sand through my swim 
suit panties flooded the moist lips of my cunt with a warmth that was 
becoming more and more insistent. I no longer considered whether I wanted to 
have contact with the boy-the only, question was when. A few short days ago 
I would certainly have considered him entirely too young for me. But after 
my recent experiences at Brightwater, I knew how wrong it was to dismiss men 
younger than myself. The idea was a cultural hang-up that had nothing 
whatever to do with reality. 

I was getting so horny from the languid sun, and my lascivious thoughts, 
that I needed release. 

If I hadn't' been on an open beach I would certainly have gone to work on 
myself with my own fingers, that's how bad off I was. 

I shifted. around so that I was facing him, carefully keeping my bra from 
fully opening all the way off without ruining his view of what I'd already 
presented him. A slight miscue told me it had fallen, a bit more than I 
planned, and that he might be able now to see the whole boob, nipple and 
all. 

When be saw that I was facing turn he dropped his eyes and tried to pretend 
he'd never been looking at me. Little did he know that I had been watching 
his every move. 

I pretended to ignore him, which was very hard to do considering the state 
of his crotch. I began applying suntan lotion again, this time reaching to 
the middle of my back with it. This bit of contortionism revealed more 
titty-flesh than ever before, and I could tell by watching him that he was 
having a damned difficult time keeping his eyes off them. 

Soon I quit trying to reach that impossible place in the center of my back 
and east my eyes. around the beach rather imploringly as though looking for 
someone who could give me a little help with the job ... which was exactly 
what I did want, of cones, although I didn't want it to appear obvious. 

Our eyes met across the sand. 

"Excuse me," I said, "but I wonder if you might help me get this little 
spot. I burn so easily I can't take the chance of-" 

But I didn't even finish my sentence before he was up and across the beach 
to where I lay. 

"Sure," he offered, "I'll help you." 

I gave him the suntan lotion and lay on my stomach. Re rubbed it in the 
right place, and after he was through I could tell he wanted to stay longer. 
He didn't say anything, but just' kept rubbing it in the same spot. 

"Mmmmm, nice," I said. 

I didn't want him to leave but I wasn't sure how forward I could be without 
scaring him away. 

"You can cover my whole back if you want," I said. "You know, you do it real 
nice." 

I could feel his hands tremble when I said that part. I knew damned well he 
must be thinking about how close his fingers were to my tits ... and that's 
just what I wanted him to be thinking about. 

I looked over in the direction of the big rocks a few yards away and said, 
"Wonder if it would be cooler over there. I wanted to try and get a tan 
today, but this sun's much hotter than I thought. It's really doing me in." 

"Maybe," he said. And then, "Yeah, I think it would. You want to go see?" 

I was sure he was getting the picture by now. 

I tied my bra back on and we headed for the spot in the rocks. The shade 
there did make it a little cooler, but my main reason for going there was 
for, the privacy it offered. 

I didn't even ask him what his name was. It seemed more exciting that way. 
When he started rubbing the lotion in again I asked him to untie the strap 
of my bikini bra so it wouldn't make a shadow line on my back and he did it 
without any hesitation. I felt him straddle me and put more pressure on my 
back. 

"That okay?" he asked. "I can reach you better without getting tired like 
this." 

"Sure that's okay," I said. 

Now I could feel his butt on the upper part of my thighs every time he made 
a stroke. The edge of his swim suit grazed across my skin just below my ass 
with every motion. I squirmed on the towel and let my movements keep no 
secret of how good it felt. 

"Mmmmm," I sighed, "it's better this way." 

Now I could feel his balls or cock touching me with each motion. He had let 
himself fall lower. I couldn't tell exactly which it was that I was feeling, 
but it made very little difference. Either way it was making me hot as a 
firecracker. 

"Let me turn over," I said. "Do some on my stomach." 

There was absolutely no reason for my request that could be justified I 
could have easily reached that part of my body all by myself, and he knew it 
as well as I did. That's what I wanted. 

Now I was looking him right in the eyes. His face was even more handsome 
than I'd remembered. My bikini bra still covered my boobs, but it was all 
askew and was giving him plenty to look at. He still couldn't see the 
nipples, but my tits aren't small by any means, and the way they were 
rocking and rolling on my chest made him stare at them no matter how hard he 
tried to hide it. 

I was feeling very hot for fucking and I'm sure my expression must have 
shown it. The movements of his hands on my stomach caused a slow smile to 
cross my face and I didn't try to hide it. I was feeling so languorous and 
sexy that I couldn't help beginning to move my body in a slow but 
unmistakable rhythm. 

His face was beautiful to see. He was dying to get my clothes off and spread 
my cunt lips with his prick, but didn't quite have enough confidence to 
carry out his desires ... I imagined his mouth must be dry from the hunger 
he felt for my body. 

"Go ahead and take it off," I told him. "You want to see them, don't you? 
Then take my top off and look." 

His tongue darted across his dry lips and he said, "You ... you mean it? 
Jesus, can I-" 

"They're soft, fellow," I told him, "and they're hot. My nipples are hard 
from what you've been doing to me. Go ahead. I want you to see them. 

Take a look at what you've done to me." 

His fingers trembled u he lifted off the scanty top. He took a deep breath 
as he gazed down at what I had to offer and. I was very proud to have him 
see it. I should have been-I knew exactly what he was getting a look at. I 
may be vain, but the truth is I've always had a fine pair ever since they 
started growing when I was about eleven years old. I've checked them out in 
the mirror darn near every night since then, not to mention cupping my hands 
over them and playing with them when I was alone in bed and feeling 
especially sexy. There have more than a few hot little hands on them, and I 
haven't had any complaints. 

I was pretty sure he couldn't have seen any so fine at his tender age, and I 
was equally sure he was only about fifteen. It's trite, I thought to myself, 
I'm getting to be a "dirty old woman." But I don't care-I love it! If I'd 
known what I'd been missing I'd have gone in for boys younger than me a long 
time ago. 

He started in by running his hands over my tits real lightly and 
gentle-like, but I was so horny I wanted him not to hold back any of his 
love. 

"They won't break," I told him, "go ahead and feel me up good. I'm sure 
you've been wanting to." 

It was as though I'd plugged in some electrical appliance. The kid kneaded 
my boobs like dough, and began rubbing his fingertips all over my nipples 
and the dark areola around each one. Be was. so eager and so virile about 
the way he was doing it that I wanted his hands on me in a much more 
intimate place than my tits. 

"Take my panties off," I said, breathing hard. "Go ahead. I want your 
fingers between my legs." 

His eyes grew wide with surprise and desire at my words. He hooked a 
forefinger in the waistband and slipped them down my thighs. 

Before he reached my knees with them I said, "Don't bather to take 'em all 
the way off. I can't stand to wait. Go ahead and put your hands on it. It's 
so hot I want you to finger-tuck it right now. Play with it, rub it, do 
anything you want. I can't wait." 

He made a noise like a head of steam blowing off and went to it. He stuck a 
finger in through my hairy bush and when he felt how wet and ready for him I 
was, he took his other hand off my tit and used it on me too. 

"Lover," I said to him, "take that thing out of your pants and let me have 
it. I want your bands on my tits, and your cock in my pussy, and your tongue 
in my mouth and ... oh skit, I want to be fucked ... I want to be fucked." 

He was a little awkward about it, but somehow that only made it more 
exciting to me. He jammed his swim suit off his ass with one hand and got it 
all tangled up between his knees, while his other hand was spreading open my 
cunt and making me ready for his rod. It was a nice one-nice and thick, with 
a fiery-red head, a beautiful shaft that looked good enough to eat, and a 
foreskin peeled back all the way and ready for action. 

"Stick it in me, lover," I cried, "God, how I want it!" 

I've had bigger ones, but the kid's enthusiasm and youthful power more than 
made up for any shortcoming in size. The big fat head slipped past my 
pouting lips and pushed the walls of my cunt apart with a fantastic drive 
that made my ears buzz and sent a charge up my spine like DC current. 

"Oh God, that's what I need, lover," I exclaimed, "do it to .me. Oh do it to 
me!" 

He wrapped his arms around me and I felt a wonderful surge of passion as his 
hard chest pressed tightly against my tits and his tongue shot into my 
mouth. I returned his attentions measure for measure and Frenched him back, 
winding my hungry tongue around his like a snake. I rubbing my damp belly 
against his and threw my arms around his back with wild abandon. The 
wonderful wet pressure of his prick inside my pussy made me jam my ass in 
the sand, and work my crotch against him like a bitch dog in beat. Every 
time he sank that lovely shaft into my snatch, I rose to meet hint. I slid 
my hands down his back and grabbed him by the cheeks of his ass so I could 
get a better grip, then squeezed my legs together on his tool so I could 
milk every bit of pleasure I could. 

I was very near climax and I knew it well. I wasn't going to let the kid go 
'til he had brought me off and shot a load of come into my hot fuck-hole 
that would fill me up and give me what I need. I had a suspicion that be 
just might not be able to keep it up for too without coming, since he was so 
young, and I hoped and prayed he'd last long enough to satisfy me. 

"Oh give it to me, lover," I cried out, "fuck the piss out of me. Oh my God, 
sock it to me, sock it to me, lemme have it ... lemme have it ... lemme have 
it all!" 

At that instant I was able to hit my peak and experience a wonderful 
satisfaction. I was so overcome by it that I must have unconsciously 
squeezed his prick extra hard with the muscles of my hungry cunt, because he 
promptly fired off a hot gob of come and fell forward on me like a dead man. 

I didn't want him to get up, even though his hard-on was leaving him fast. I 
kept my arms around his back and held my legs together on it as it grew 
smaller, savoring every second. When it got small I put my hand on it and 
started jacking it off. I rolled out from under him and he turned onto his 
side. I think he was pretty embarrassed now that it was over. His pitiful 
little cock was covered with come, and even had thick white drops of it in 
the hair around the base. 

I quickly showed him he shouldn't be ashamed of how it looked to me. 

"Just lie still," I whispered to him, "I want to get rid of that stuff for 
you." 

Before he knew what hit him, I dropped my face to his crotch and had my 
mouth on him. I like eating a guy as well as anyone, but there was something 
special about this particular time. Maybe it was because the kid was so 
young and his jism was so rich and white and sexy-smelling, or maybe I got 
some kind of perverse thrill out of seeing it all messy and sticky the way 
it was. I don't know. What I do know is that I enjoyed licking him more than 
I ever had in my life. The stuff tasted wonderful in my mouth. I couldn't 
get enough. I licked his cock and balls clean and even sucked the jism off 
his tangled mat of hairs. When I got through he was clean as a pin. There 
was another effect, too. His prick was hard as a rock again. I was so intent 
on the separate pleasure of licking and tasting his come that I hardly 
noticed how it was growing. When I felt the bead swell stiffly against my 
cheek I was as surprised as I was delighted. I should have known a, kid his 
age would be able to raise a hard again real fast especially with the 
attention I was giving him. But I was enjoying myself so much I forgot about 
the extra pleasure of having him hard again. 

"Think you can come again?" I asked him. I was breathless. The suck job had 
stimulated me as much as it bad him, it seemed, because my pussy was hot 
again and I could feel my love juices begin to flow. 

"I think so," he said. 

He started to roll back in the saddle but I stopped hint. For some reason I 
wanted to do it differently this time. Mid I also wanted to have him go 
after my cunt in a different way. 

"Then let me jerk you off this time by hand," I said. "You'll like how I do 
that." 

"Really?" he asked. "That what you want to do? Would you rather do that than 
have me put it in you again?" 

"Yeah," I said, "Lemme do it that way." 

I already had my hand working on him. He loved it, of course, and made no 
attempt to change things. But that wasn't all I wanted. I felt a great sense 
of power over him for some reason, and I wanted to exercise it. 

"And do me the same way, will you?" I said, putting my words more in the 
form of a statement than a' question. "Frig me by hand too. You've done it 
before, haven't you?" 

"Sure," he said, a bit puzzled by my preference, but quite willing to do it 
the way I wanted. 

He tweaked my hairs and began to rub the wet folds of my pussy between his 
thumb and forefinger. It felt great, but my steam was rising fast and I 
wanted more done in a hurry. 

I kept my band going on his prick and told him to concentrate on my clit 
more. He left off masturbating my lips and started feeling around for my 
cut, but be was doing it too slowly, I used my free hand to guide him there. 

"Here, love," I whispered. "Here. Frig me right there. 'Ah, that's it. 
That's it right there. That's fine. Oh yeah, that's beautiful, that's what I 
need." 

The sweat was running off my tits like crazy and my thighs were beginning to 
tremble from desire. What I wanted was going to pop me off so sweet I could 
hardly wait. 

"Now lemme feel your mouth on it," I told him. "Go down on me, all right?" 

He hesitated a little, but I was sure he'd do it if I pressed for it a 
little. "Come on, eat me out," I said. "You've licked a girl's cunt before, 
haven't you? Go on and lick mine." I was high as a kite. 

His slight pause ended, and he ducked his head to my naked lap. I spread my 
legs and egged him on. 

"Oh yeah," I encouraged, "that's it. That's 'the way. Lemme feel your tongue 
on it." 

His fingertips were still busy on my clit, so the double action felt grand. 
At first he played with my clit by band and ran his mouth around the soft, 
damp rim of my lips, but when I urged his face higher with my free hand, he 
understood what I wanted and began tonguing the shiny little joy spot 
itself. I'd been busy on his cock all along, but when I felt the end of his 
tongue on my clit I speeded up my hand. I wanted to have it in plain view so 
I could see the jism come rocketing out when be got his nuts off. 

He was so excited he shot off before I was quite ready for it, but the sight 
of that beautiful come spurting out on the sand and running down my hand was 
so stimulating it made me have my orgasm faster too. I grabbed his head in 
my come stained hands and held it tightly against my crotch when I felt it 
build up inside, and when it came I rammed my cunt against his mouth and 
experienced the peak of the climax with his tongue plastered snugly against 
my swollen clit. 

We both lay sideways on the sand and did nothing for a few minutes but get 
our breath back. 

"Jesus," he finally said, "that was some kind of fuck." 

I didn't say anything. I just lay on my back and savored the afterglow. 

"Hey, how old are you, anyway?" he asked. 

"Oh, old enough to be your big sister, I guess," I replied. I was amused at 
his sudden interest in my age. Since he was a Brightwater student I was 
virtually certain he had laid the meat to girls my age before at some time 
or other. It was probably a safe guess that he had done it with Kate, in 
fact. 

I wondered if he would mention anything about having tucked an "older 
woman," but he didn't. 

My bantering reply seemed to be enough for him. 

"Live around here?" he asked. 

"Yes," I answered. But I offered no further information and he didn't push 
for it. I purposely refrained from revealing that I was a new teacher at his 
own school. I thought it would be fun to let him run into me in the hall 
some time and have it blow his mind. 

It had been at least a couple of hours since I'd arrived on the beach. I got 
my things together and beaded for the water. I wanted a nice cool swim 
before heading on back to my room. 

Fifteen minutes of immersion in the Pacific did wonders for me. The cool 
water was so refreshing I was glad I had taken the time to try it. Even 
though my hair was a bit dirty from the salt water, my skin felt wonderfully 
alive and tingly. When I walked home past the rocks where the boy and I had 
had our fucking he was nowhere to be seen. I wondered idly what his name 
was, but I knew I'd easily be able to find out later. 

That night at dinner I sat again with my usual group, Kate, Carrie and 
Cliff. Now that I was better acquainted with them, they spoke of things 
openly that would never have been mentioned otherwise. "Tim told me this 
morning he hopes be has you for a class, Millie," Cliff said to me. 

"Really?" I said. 'Well, I'm flattered. Maybe he will be in a class of 
mine." 

"He really must have warmed to you when he carried that luggage up for you," 
Cliff continued. 

I couldn't miss the sexual implication in what he said if I took it 
literally. It was true, of course. The kid had "warmed" to me, and me to 
him. Same for Petey, for that matter. But how did Cliff know so damned much 
about it? When I asked him point-blank, Cliff said that the two kids were in 
his care-group. He added, 'We're pretty close, you know. They tell me a lot 
of their secrets." 

Kate told him to quit playing around with me and admit how much he knew. 
Cliff grinned and apologized, and I soon learned everything. Kate was quick 
to clear things up. She explained that almost all the kids in school were 
very open with people they trusted, and that nearly everyone's sexual 
contacts were common knowledge. Cliff had held out telling me he knew, just 
to tease me. As an extra gesture of good will she admitted she had been in a 
threesome with a boy and girl that very morning, and said I shouldn't ever 
be upset at other teachers knowing of any tucking that might take place 
between me and any of the students in school. 

"That's right," said Carrie, "don't let them tease you. Everyone here who 
has a yen for kids winds up sleeping with them, and no one gives a damn. 
Don't worry about it." 

Coming from her, such a statement was especially welcome. After all, she was 
one of the few abstainers. 

"And how about you," Cliff kidded her, "do you still claim you're completely 
unmoved by all these good-looking young studs around here? Some day I bet 
you'll change your tune. One of these kids is going to look good to you one 
of these days, I'll bet." 

"No," she calmly replied, "it's only the grown ones I go for. I can't see 
anything in these kids." 

"She has a boy friend up in Santa Maria that keeps her satisfied," explained 
Kate. "I think Cliffs right, though. Sooner or later she's bound to get hot 
pants for one of the kids here at school." 

Carrie only grinned and claimed it would never happen. Apparently the 
subject was one often joked about between the three of them, and I'd be 
hearing more of it in the future. 

Kate told me I was to be allowed to indoctrinate a new student that night, 
claiming that my scene with Tim and Petey had proven I was "fully capable." 
She handed me a file and said, "Here's all about him. His name is Bobby. His 
picture's inside, take a look." 

I opened the file folder and did a double take at the picture. 

"You ... you've got to be kidding," I exclaimed. "This kid doesn't look a 
day over eight years old!" 

"Seven," said Kate. "You missed it a year. He's big for his age." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Seven!" I cried. "You can't be serious. I mean, getting it on with boys in 
addition to men is one thing ... or even boys instead of men ... but a 
seven-year-old is nothing but a child. Just a little kid. That would really 
be robbing the cradle!" 

"You'll be surprised at how erotic a little seven-year-old can be," said 
Kate, unfazed by my outburst. "Besides, you ought to be honored. That's just 
the age Ian-likes. And it was his own decision to let you have Bobby first. 
You ought to be proud that the headmaster thinks so well of you after no 
longer than you've been here. I was here for an entire week before I was 
given an indoctrination assignment ... and even then he turned out to be 
fifteen. By the time they're that old they're too near to being men. Not 
that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that if you want a boy, 
something truly different to tuck, then you should get a boy ... not just a 
pocket-sized version of a man." 

"I don't know...." I hesitated. 

"Go ahead, Millie," Kate urged. "I promise you, you'll love it. It's so much 
fun to break in a kid that age. It's like writing on blank paper. A 
seven-year-old is usually as innocent as the day is long. 

You get to lead him through every step. Believe me, it's really great to get 
one that old and give him his first lesson in screwing. Ask Cliff. He'll 
tell you." 

Cliff said, "The age sounds good, Kate, but remember, I'm not into boys. 
Just girls." 

"Yes," volunteered Carrie, "you should have seen Cliff last month with his 
little eight-year-old friend." 

"Eight?" I repeated, turning to Cliff. "But a little girl that young 
couldn't even take your cock into her cunt lips, much less all the way back. 
You'd puncture her cherry on the first stroke if you were able to get it in 
that far." 

"There are plenty of other things a guy can do with a little girl besides 
that," he replied. 

It was true, I realized. It had been foolish for me-to jump to that 
conclusion. There were plenty of things a man could do with a little girl 
other than making it the regular way. He could finger-fuck her, suck her 
titties and pussy, dry-fuck her by sliding his cock in. and out between her 
legs, have her give him a hand job, have her give him a nice wet blow job 
and lots more. And it was the same way with a boy. There were plenty of 
things to do with a young boy. Yet the thought of myself messing around with 
any kid of only seven was difficult for me to conceive. I couldn't imagine, 
frankly, that a kid that young could be sexually attractive to me, in spite 
of what Cliff had claimed. And I wondered if the child would be old enough 
to get anything out of it himself. 

"Well," said Kate, "if you really want to turn it down, I'll be glad to take 
the assignment in your place if Ian will let me. He'll probably want to 
handle little Bobby himself. If you're sure about it then, I guess-" 

But I interrupted her in mid-sentence. "No, wait a minute, I didn't mean I 
was turning it down. 

I ... I just wasn't certain about it. I'll do it." 

Cliff and Kate both broke into smiles and assured me I would love the 
experience. Carrie simply commented, 'Whatever turns you on...." 

Kate looked at her watch and said, "The kid's due in the receiving parlor in 
ten minutes. He's up at the finance office right now getting his entrance 
fees approved. His parents have already left him in our custody." 

I took the file folder in hand, excused myself from the table, and set out 
to meet him. 

Bobby turned out to be a black-haired, clean-cut little boy with big, 
trusting eyes and a rather shy demeanor. 

I greeted him warmly and told him that I was Ms. Ward, but that he should 
call me by my first name. I had to reassure him twice before he was bold 
enough to call me "Millie." 

We went to a divan and sat down, but I noticed I kept having the feeling I 
was being watched. 

The reason for that was simple enough. Since Kate had let me watch her and 
Kenny from the hidden viewing room, I kept imagining that someone was up 
there watching Bobby and me. Then I had a brainstorm. Why not take him up 
there with me? That way I could be absolutely sure that no one was spying on 
us. 

The only reason I objected to having anyone watching us was that it was my 
first time in the room with a new student and I felt plain embarrassed ... 
or would have if anyone had been watching. Later on, when I was accustomed 
to it, I wouldn't mind having one of the other teachers peeping as. Kate had 
invited me to do. 

The one-way mirror attracted the kid's attention and I realized I could make 
use of it to seduce him without frightening him. I showed how it could be 
seen through from the watching booth side but not from the entrance hall 
side and he was properly impressed. 

"Have you ever wanted to do that, Bobby?" I asked. "Have you ever wanted to 
be able to watch someone without having them know you were even there?" 

"Yes," he admitted, "but I'd get in a lot of trouble if I tried to do that 
at home." 

I seemed to be onto something. "Why should you get into trouble, Bobby? You 
mean you'd like to watch something you aren't supposed to see? Something 
naughty?" 

He cast down his eyes. "Unh huh," he said, nodding affirmatively. "My big 
Ms. If ... if I could, I'd like to peek into her room at night when she goes 
to bed." 

"You would, would you?" I chided. "Now why would you want to do that?" 

"Just to see ... just to see, you know, what she looks like under her 
clothes," he said slowly. 

"How old is your big sis?" I asked. 

"She's real old," he replied. "About your age, I guess." 

I almost laughed at his idea that I was so ancient. But it would have ruined 
the mood I was trying to build. 

"You mean you've never seen under a girl's clothes, Bobby?" I questioned, 
making my voice soft and friendly. 

"No big girl," he said. "I saw my cousin putting her clothes on after a bath 
once, but she's only a year older than I am." 

"Then she wasn't big enough to have things under her blouse like this, huh?" 
I remarked, casually passing my fingers over my fully-packed boobs. 

"No," he said, "she wasn't ... but you sure are." 

"You mean you'd like to see what's under my blouse," I queried, "since you 
never got to see your sister's?" 

"No, I ... that's not what I meant ... I didn't mean I wanted to see ... I 
mean...." it was clear that the boy was all flustered. 

"Don't be so nervous about it," I said, stroking his fresh little cheeks and 
putting my arm around him. "Lots of boys want to see what girls have under 
their clothes. And plenty of them get to, too." 

"They do?" he said, genuinely puzzled. 

"Sure," I said, "especially at this school. We teach lots of things at this 
school, Bobby," I told him. "Things that kids really want to know about. And 
one of the things we teach any little boys who are curious enough to ask, is 
what a girl looks like under her clothes. I'm going to do that right now for 
you." 

Bobby's eyes widened. He pointed to my straining globes. "You mean I can see 
... those?" he said. "Yes," I told him, hugging him close. "I'm going to 
take off my top and show you what these things look like. Do you know what 
they're called? They're not just things, you know." 

His big eyes dropped to the floor again. "I know, but I shouldn't say it. 
It's a naughty word." 

"Go ahead, Bobby," I urged. "Say it. I won't do anything to you. What are 
they' called?" His voice was barely audible. "Boobies," he finally managed 
to say. 

"What else?" I asked. 

"I don't know" he said. 

"Tits," I said. "That's another word for them. 

And here's what they look like." 

I was tired of playing word games with the kid. I wanted to show him some 
flesh and see how he reacted. I yanked open my top and tossed it on the back 
of the couch. 

My tits sprung out and quivered firmly in front of me. My nipples weren't 
bard yet, but they were big and dark. 

"Your sister looks something like this under her blouse," I told him. 

Little Bobby was becoming less shy by the minute. When my boobs stuck out 
naked in front of his eyes he took a long look and let out a big whew! 

"I didn't think they'd be so big," he said. "I think yours must be bigger 
than my sister's." 

He automatically reached toward them, but stopped himself by jerking his 
hands down to his sides. His face started getting red in a hurry, and he 
avoided my eyes. 

I grinned at him. "Would you like to touch them?" 

"Oh no, I couldn't do that," he said, his voice trembling. "I better not-" 

But I interrupted him by taking both his hands firmly in mine and drawing 
them to my tits. His palms were sweaty and his thin fingers shook from 
nervousness. 

"Yes you can!" I said quietly. "There, now doesn't that feel nice to be 
touching me there?" 

He was too overcome with surprise to even answer. 

"You've never done this before with anyone, have you?" I asked him in a 
teasing way. 

"Gosh no," he said with a rush of breath. 

"You sure your sister never let you do this?" I went on. 

"No," he cried. "Heck no. She'd get really mad if I even asked her about 
it." 

"How about that cousin you mentioned?" I brought up. "The one just a year 
older than you she never let you do anything either?" 

"No," he exclaimed. "She didn't even have anything. She wasn't old enough to 
have any tits." 

All the time we were talking I was holding his hands on my tits and I must 
say I was actually beginning to get turned on. Maybe Cliff and Kate knew 
what they were talking about after all. 

"Don't be afraid," I assured him, "I won't do anything to you for feeling me 
up. I'm not like your sister. I like for you to touch me there." 

"You do?" said Bobby. 

"Sure I do," I reassured. "All girls like to have their tits played with. 
Some of them pretend they don't like it, but they really do, no matter if 
they have little bitty ones or big ones." 

The more he handled them the more he liked them. His childish awkwardness 
made his touches just that much more appealing. 

"Here," I invited, "sit down en my lap and I'll show you something you'll 
really like." 

Since the new position brought him closer to my naked tits, he offered no 
objection. As soon as he was seated I put my arms around him and pressed his 
smooth-skinned face into the cleft between them. With very little persuasion 
on my part be took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it. What a 
nice feeling that was! Here he was, with the soft, smooth skin of a 
child-yet with a definite maleness and assertiveness in the hungry way he 
went after what he wanted. 

But I hadn't set him in my lap just for titty sucking, I wanted to give the 
kid much more of a thrill than simply that. I put my hand on his crotch and 
sure enough, the little fucker bad a hard-on. It was only about as big as a 
nickel in diameter and maybe two inches long, but it was hard as a tack, 
too. I got hot just looking at it. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked. 

"I'm getting that little cock of yours all hot and hard," I answered, 
"that's what I'm doing. Doesn't it feel good when I touch you there? Now let 
me unbutton your pants and get it out in the open where I can see it, and 
I'll really make you feel good!" 

"Don't do that," he cried, "that would be nasty!" 

"Aren't you clean?" I asked. "Didn't your parents make you take a bath 
before you came here? You don't look nasty to me." 

"That's not what I mean," be continued. "I mean it's nasty for you to touch 
it." 

"Isn't that something your mother told you?" I questioned. "Isn't she the 
one who told you it was nasty to have anyone touch you there? Or did you 
hear someone at school say it?" 

"My mother," he meekly responded. 

"That's what I thought," I said. "Now let's see if your mother was right 
about that." 

Before he could protest I had his fly open and my hand inside. Be was 
wearing jockey shorts, and it took me a little while to find the hole, but 
when I did find it I tugged gently on his little shaft and his midget prick 
came out in my fingers. I massaged it softly and slowly, letting the 
stiffness firmly into my palm. 

The twin weight of' his marble-sized balls hung comfortably against my 
knuckles as I tenderly milked the little guy's prick 'til it stuck up from 
between his legs as proud as a bandy rooster. 

"Still think it's nasty to do this?" I asked. "You think anything that feels 
as good to you as this could be nasty?" 

"Um ... I don't know ... but it sure does ... ummm ... It sure does feel 
good!" he answered, his words broken by gasps of pleasure. 

I ran my other hand all around his crotch, patting and caressing him like a 
baby. That was the strange thing about it except for that stiff little prick 
sticking out from his hairless crotch, he was very much like a baby. The 
smoothness of his skin and the small size of his body, along with his 
dependence on me, made him seem babyish. But that hard bit of maleness 
between his legs was anything but babyish. I guess you could say be appealed 
to me on two levels, as "mother" and as lover. I wanted to be real gentle 
with him and baby him, but I also wanted to arouse his masculinity and make 
him want to fuck. 

He sat with dreamy big eyes as I continued to masturbate him. He soon got 
squirmy, though. It was time to get on with things and prepare him for 
action. 

"Here, honey," I said, "Let me take these bad old pants all the way off. 
They're making you uncomfortable. And let's get your shirt off, too. You can 
bug me better with your clothes off." 

Although he had given me a little static when I had first started going into 
his pants to get his cock out, this time he gave me absolutely no trouble in 
seconds I had him stripped down to just his shoes and socks. I'd had to get 
him up and out of my lap to undress him, and now that it was over he made a 
beeline back to me and grabbed my tits again. He'd found something he liked 
and wasn't about to let go. He sucked a tit with his 'mouth and hugged the 
other with both hands, and now that he was buck-naked I had the added 
enjoyment of feeling his legs against my stomach and ribs. 

"What you doing?" he suddenly asked me. 

It sort of embarrassed me to have him catch me. What I was doing was 
sneaking a feel of my own pussy. My skirt was still on, and I had my tree 
hand underneath it and was rubbing myself through my panties while I played 
with his cock with the other hand. He was too young to know, what to do, and 
I was getting so sexed-up that I didn't want to take time to teach him on 
the spot. "If you must know, Bobby," I said, "I'm trigging myself. Making 
myself feel good just like I'm making you feel" 

"But you don't have anything down there to play with like I do," he 
protested. "I know that much. Only boys have these, and girls don't have any 
at all" 

"Girls may not have cocks," I explained, "but we've got something just as 
good. We have pussies cunts-and I'm frigging, mine right now. I'm playing 
with myself just like I used to when I was your age. I've played with myself 
ever since I was a little girl, even before I had any hair on my pussy." 

"Can I see?" he asked. 

It gave me a thrill to know he wanted to look. 

"If you're a good boy you can," I told him. 

"What do you mean?" he asked. 

"I mean it you keep sucking on my tits and playing with them like you've 
been doing," I said. 

I set him down, off my lap, and stripped down to my panties. Instead of 
picking him back up I lay down beside him. He had only his shoes and socks 
on and I had nothing but my panties, which were black and sheer except for 
the lacy, opaque crotch. 

"Can't I sit in your lap any more?" he asked. "Can't I play with your tits?" 

"You can play with my tits, but you don't have to sit in my lap to do it," I 
said. "Come lie down beside me." 

"Okay" be agreed, crawling onto the couch with me, "but you still have your 
underwear on. I thought you were going to show me your ... uh ... what is 
that thing ... your, uh-pussy-that's it, your pussy. Don't I get to see it 
now? Haven't I been good?" 

"Sure you do," I said, "but I'm going to let you do something better than 
just see it. I'm going to let you touch it." 

"And will you touch me again?" he asked. "Will you do what you were doing to 
my cock?" 

"Sure, sweetheart," I said, reaching for his little tool again and finding 
still bard as a rock. 

He gingerly put his hand on my panties. The touch of his awkward little 
fingers so near to my cunt sent a shiver of anticipation through my body. 

"Inside, Bobby," I urged him. "Put your hand inside my panties and feel 
around for it." 

"But I don't know what to feel for," he protested. 

"Then do more than putting your hand in," I advised. "Put your hand inside 
and yank my panties down far enough to where you can see. I'm pretty sure 
you'll like what you find in there, honey." 

Be stuck a finger inside the leg band and pulled. "No, not like that," I 
said. "You have to take them oft from the top, just like your shorts." 

He grinned and said, "I felt hair under there just now." 

"There's a lot more, too," I said. I was getting nervous and wanting his 
hand on my cunt. "Go ahead and yank 'em off. Then you'll see. And hurry, 
will you?" 

The kid grabbed the waistband and drew them off. 

"Yes," he exclaimed, "it's so hairy I can't see anything. It's so thick and 
curly I can't tell what's under there." 

"Put your hands in the hair and feel around," I said. "You'll find something 
real warm and smooth and nice in there ... something you'll like to play 
with. And right now it's damp, too. Real damp, almost wet. It's slick and 
hot." 

He stuck his hand in my fuzz and fooled around 'til he came to the naked 
meat of my cunt lips. I jacked him off a little faster and rubbed my tit 
against him. 

"Right there," I whispered. "There it is." 

"Why are you whispering?" he said. 

"Because it's a secret," I told him. "That's my secret place and you've 
found it. It makes me feel real good when you touch me there ... just like 
your cock feels good when I trig it for you." 

"There's a ... a crack there," he said wonderingly. "There's a slit between 
these two big soft places." 

"That's my cunt," I said, feeling the warmth rise. "That's what a cunt is. 
Put your fingers inside, now. Go on in there where it's warm and moist." 

He was so interested in his new find that he forgot all about my tits and 
used both hands. I kept jacking him off all the while, but doing it gently 
and rather slowly. He squirmed his ass on the couch and made little 
thrusting motions to meet my hand. I never in my life would have known that 
a seven-year-old would be capable of responding in such a mature way as he 
was doing. "It's so warm in your pussy," he said dreamily. "It's so warm and 
wet and-" 

"Spread the lips, honey," I instructed. "Spread me open so you can see what 
it looks like." I didn't know whether he could come or not, but I was damned 
sure needing it for myself. He did as I said, and the scent of sex came 
wafting out of my fuck-hole like tog. He didn't say anything, but I could 
tell he liked the smell "Rub your fingers on it," I urged. 

He hardly needed any encouragement. Already his fingers were softly working 
their way inside and exploring the wet tunnel of my cunt with a touch that 
brought me closer and closer to release. 

The kid was getting a real funny look on his face. I wondered if he was 
about to come. I stepped up the speed of my band. 

"That feel good?" I whispered. 

Now he wasn't even talking, he just nodded. I put my arm around him and 
steered one of his hands to my clit. 

"Right there, honey," I urged. "Play with that little bump right at the 
top." 

His baby-like touch was delightful-a far cry from a few he-men I've known 
who treated my pussy like a pinball machine and thought the harder they 
pushed the button, the higher they would score. Now he was jamming his ass 
back and forth like any adult. Something was obviously about to happen and 
it did. The kid made a little whimpering gasp and rolled over on his side 
where he lay jerking as though having a convulsion. Not a drop came out of 
the end of his little cock, but it was obvious he was having a climax. 

I let him go and jammed my hand to my pussy. I was too near orgasm to wait 
for Bobby to recover from his and get back to me. A few seconds of fingering 
my cit brought me off. I felt the old heat rise higher and higher, 'till my 
whole crotch seemed to explode like a firecracker. 

I lay for a few minutes with my arms around the boy, just hugging him. He 
turned, facing me, and buried his face between my breasts. We were so 
comfortable we even dozed off for a few minutes. 

What woke me up was the touch of a certain little hard prong of flesh poking 
into my stomach just below the navel. The kid had a brand-new erection, even 
though he was sound asleep! 

I carefully pushed him down to where his cock could slip into my cunt. I was 
going to take advantage of his hard-on and get a real fuck from the kid. I 
opened my legs wide and squirmed my ass in pure ecstasy as I guided his tiny 
tool into position. 

I could see why so many teachers at Brightwater dug on young boys so much. 
They recovered so fast. At their ages, they were ready for a second tuck 
long before most of their grown, adult brothers were. And for a woman like 
me who needs it more than once at a time, that's a very important quality. 

I held his ass between my legs and began to move him slowly up and down 
between my legs. It was a fantastic feeling. I was able to get an idea how a 
man must feel fucking a woman-in complete control over the situation, making 
the moves when he wants to. 

Bobby rubbed his eyes and opened them. He felt himself being nudged back and 
forth between my thighs. 

"What am I ... what are you doing?" he asked sleepily. "What's going on?" 

"I'm showing you how to fuck, you sweet little guy," I answered, squeezing 
my legs together again and forcing his hard baby, prick into my horny hole. 

Now he was completely awake. "Um ummm," he grunted. "You've got my thing in 
your pussy!" 

"Damned right I have, sweetheart," I said, "and it's going to stay right 
there 'til I make you come again. And this time, I'm going to come off too." 

Now that he was awake, his natural male instincts took over and he pushed 
his cock in and out of me without any help from me at all. Re dug his knees 
into the couch and began battering his cock in and out like a woodpecker. 

"Slow down, sweetie," I warned him. "I want that little jewel to stay nice 
and hard for a few more minutes. Can't have you getting your nuts off and 
having a limp cock 'till I have time to get my cookies too ... that's what 
you did last time, you naughty boy." 

I had to laugh inwardly at my choice of words. 

He could hardly be described as getting his nuts off when he wasn't even old 
enough to have any sperm in his balls. But from his earlier performance it 
seemed that was the only difference. Other than that, he acted just like an 
adult. 

I grabbed him by the ass and held a cheek tightly in each hand, enabling 
myself to exercise some control over his movements. Re obediently slowed 
down a bit. Now I could take my time and luxuriate in the pure sensuality of 
being tucked at my own speed. 

He stretched forward so he could get his mouth on a tit. I ran a hand up and 
down his back from his neck to his ass, keeping the other on his ass as 
before. After a while I encircled the back of his neck and found that he was 
quite responsive. I could control his mouth action on my tit by tightening 
or releasing the pressure of my fingers there. 

My other tit got lonely and I made him switch. 

Now his eager young mouth was busy on the new one. What a tongue the kid 
had! He was a natural when it came to licking a woman's tits, and since that 
something I've always adored, I loved the treatment I was getting. 

He made a move to go faster with his cock, and this time I allowed it. The 
combination of his tongue on my tits and his prick in my pussy had made me 
so hot for fucking I was more than happy to let him speed things up. 

Soon he was going like a goddamned jackrabbit. When be started huffing and 
puffing like a toy steam engine, I knew be must be nearly ready to come 
again. I was so hot that sweat poured from my forehead and from my armpits, 
and the scent of that, along with my own cunt-smell and the fresh odor of 
his little-boy-body, combined to make a heady mixture indeed. I wag wanting 
it now and wanting it bad. 

"Fuck me, honey," I cried. "Fuck my cunt good." 

I was so hot I didn't care what I said to the kid. 

"Hunch your little cock in there," I told him. "Hammer the meat to me, kid. 
Fuck the shit out of me. Oh fuck the living shit out of me ... Keep it up 
... keep it going!" 

He was obviously on the verge of his own climax but this time I was too out 
of my head to really notice. He made little grunting noises in his throat 
and his eyes were glazed. 

My breath came in gasps now. "Gimme that prick," I whispered, barely able to 
make my words understood. "Shove it in, honey ... come on, shove it in ... 
gimme all you got ... let me have it. lemme have it!" 

As I came, fairly screaming into his ears, I felt him bite down on my nipple 
and start shaking all over his body in another convulsion-like display of 
child-passion. He grunted hard, then collapsed on me like a rag doll This 
time we didn't just lie there. I made him get up and put his clothes on. 
After we both washed off a bit-just our hands and faces, since I was in a 
hurry-I dressed and took him to the room he had been assigned to. 

On the way I explained how the school worked, and how he could do most 
anything he wanted so long as he studied well and demonstrated that he was 
learning. Just as I was walking away from his door, Cliff came down the 
ball. He had a big grin on his face. 

"Well, was I wrong?" he asked. "You've been gone almost three hours, so you 
must have done more with Billy than just hand him his key and send him along 
up to his room." 

I smiled. I had to tell him the truth. "No, you're right. We did a lot more 
than that. And I must say, Cliff, that what you and Kate were telling me 
about sex with kids is true. I really did enjoy it. At first I think I told 
myself that I was only doing it for his enjoyment ... you know, letting him 
see my tits and everything but before long I began to get a real charge out 
of it, and loved fucking him every bit as much as a grown man." 

"That's great," he said, "just great. I was sure you'd find it that way. 
When I first met you I thought you looked like a woman who could really get 
into the scene here at Brightwater. I'm glad I was right. There have been 
more than a few people come here to teach, you know, who didn't fit in at 
all and had to be let go. And that includes men as well as women." 

His compliment pleased me. "Well, I must say, I was pretty shocked at first. 
But after your little trick of having Tim and Petey come see me in my room, 
I learned that a person doesn't have to be the same age you are to have good 
sex." 

We walked on toward my room. When I started in he stopped me "Listen, can I 
come in? Got time for loving before you go to bed?" My answer surprised even 
me. "No, I don't think so. But thanks for asking." 

I felt strange refusing. Cliff was a good-looking guy. The kind of man I 
normally would have enjoyed letting into my pants. He looked like he would 
be a good fuck. As he turned away I felt I wanted to say more to him. A 
strange fact was swimming to the surface of my mind and I wanted to tell him 
about it. 

"Cliff, wait a minute. There's something I have to say to you before you go. 
A strange feeling, I'm having. I had just realized, when you asked to come 
in, that I'm getting to the point where I prefer kids to adults instead of 
just simply being able to have sex with one whenever the occasion arises. I 
feel silly even saying it, but it's true. I wanted you to know that so you 
wouldn't take any personal offense at my not asking you tonight." 

He was perfectly understanding. More, even, than I could have imagined he 
would be. 

"That's okay," he said. "I thought it might be that way for you. Kate's the 
same way, so don't let it bother you. The truth is, she and I used to have 
quite a thing going here-we used to fuck every night. But after we got used 
to the young stuff, we both admitted that we liked sex with them better than 
each other. What I'm telling you is that I'm the same way you are. Laying 
the meat to a really young girl is much more exciting and satisfying to me 
than fucking any adult woman I've ever met. I was just sort of testing you 
when I asked you if I could come in just now." 

"I'm glad I leveled with you then," I said. "You really understand what I 
was talking about, don't you? It's good to find out that you know what I 
mean and how I feel ... because you're the same way!" 

"It's a great feeling, too I" he exclaimed. "Some time you and Kate and I 
will have to get together and talk about new things to do with the kids. 
Maybe we can even get together some time and fuck in the same room together, 
each of us with a kid." 

He left, and I went inside my room. After a nice hot bath I turned in and 
slept like a log. No doubt about it, this new job was good for me. For my 
mind ... and for my body. 

The next day was a routine class day. I met with my care-group and taught 
different subjects to a few other students. After dinner that night I ran 
into Percy Chilcott, one of the teachers I had been introduced to at the 
first meeting I attended. To my surprise, he said he had been on his way to 
my zoom. He had a gift for me, he said, and thrust a package with a bow on 
it to me. I opened it to find a big box of candy. 

I told him I didn't understand and asked him what the occasion was. I hoped 
he wasn't simply trying to make time with me, because I didn't care for him 
that way at all. He was a rather effeminate-looking fellow who struck me as 
being too dainty for my tastes. 

"Just think of it as being from Billy and me," he said with an insinuating 
smile. 

He saw that I was still puzzled. "It's for the way you 'broke him in' to 
Brightwater ways the first night he was here-you know, last night. You see, 
Billy was assigned to my care-group. He and I spent a lot of time together 
today ... alone, if you know what I mean. And because of the excellent 
manner in which you introduced him to our practices here, Billy was able to 
respond to my own ... uh, attentions ... with a very welcome lack of 
inhibitions." 

Before I could respond he smiled, called out "thanks again" as he walked on 
down the hall, and was soon out of sight. 

My first response was one of outrage. Evidently the guy was queer, and had 
seduced little Billy. And then had gall to thank me for what he imagined to 
be my part in making things easier, for him! But I soon calmed down. 

When I thought the thing through I realized I had no right at all to be 
angry with Percy. Just because he was gay was no reason for me to condemn 
him. His seduction of Billy was no worse, really, than mine had been. He 
simply happened to like boys instead of girls. He had as much right to suck 
a kid's cock as I did. Perhaps even possessiveness was involved, I admitted 
to myself. Since I had been the first one to have sex with Billy, I had 
developed a slight feeling of ownership about him. Well, from now on that 
would not be operating. No one, no matter which sex, had any more right to 
get it on with a kid than any body else did. It was strictly up to the 
kid-if he or she wanted to ball the person, that's all that mattered. 

The next day I mentioned what had happened to Kate. 

"Yeah," she said, "Percy's a nice guy. And think of it like this-you and I 
have a lot in common with him, since all three of us like young boys." 

I laughed in her own way she was right. Of course she was ignoring the fact 
that Percy just happened to be of a different sex than she and I, and that 
for him to like little boys was quite different from our liking them. But 
there did seem to be a certain screwy parallel there somewhere, if one could 
only find it. 

Then the two of us began talking about our latest sex bouts. Mine had been 
with Billy, but hers had been with a boy and girl. I told her every detail 
of what Billy and I had done and she was quite interested. She admitted it 
was making her hot in the crotch just to hear about it. I asked her to do 
the same and tell me about her latest fling. 

Who were the kids? I wanted to know. 

"You've met them," she said. 

Since I knew it was both a boy and a girl, I guessed Kenny and Caroline. 
"Only half right," she said. "It was Caroline all right, but the boy was 
Petey. I've already had Kenny recently. The night I let you watch, 
remember?" 

"How could I forget?" I said. "But Caroline was there then, too. How come 
you included her, but not Kenny?" I couldn't understand. 

"Caroline only watched that night with Kenny," explained Kate. "Last night 
with Petey she joined right in." 

"You mean she and Petey got it on?" I asked. 

"Not just, she and Petey," Kate said. "She and I, too." 

"You mean...." I began. 

"Sure, Millie," she replied, "I go both ways. Didn't you know that? I like 
little girls about as much as little boys. I thought you knew that." 

I was a bit flustered. I told her I had heard her mention being with both a 
boy and girl at one time, but that I had thought she was fucking the boy 
while the girl watched, as she had done with Kenny and Caroline. 

"No, I only did it that way because Caroline was shy," she explained. "If 
she had been 'broken in' I would have loved nothing better than getting her 
clothes off and inviting her into the action. Licking and finger-fucking a 
little girl is almost as much fun as doing it to a little boy. You really 
ought to try it some time." 

I told her that boys were so much of a delight I couldn't imagine having any 
fun with a member of my own sex. 

"Well, don't knock it 'till you've tried it," she said with a grin, lighting 
a cigarette. 

I reminded her to tell me about her threesome. She told me that she bad got 
Petey all worked up first but before he would let him fuck her, she told 
him, he was going to fuck Caroline instead. 

Then they went to Caroline's room and got her out of bed. Kate explained 
that she was going to do the same thing with Petey that she bad done with 
Kenny, and asked if Caroline wanted to watch as she bad done before. She 
said yes. 

"Remember how hot to trot Caroline was the night I let her watch Kenny and 
me fuck?" 

"Sure," I said. "She kept rubbing her legs together and trying to keep 
anyone from noticing." 

"Right," Kate continued. "Well this time it was different. After she started 
getting steamed up from watching Petey play with my tits, I gave her a 
little surprise. I leaned over and pulled her nightgown up and showed her I 
knew how hot she was. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her little snatch was 
so hot it was dripping juice all down the inside of her thighs. She didn't 
have much hair on it, just a little at the top, but that didn't keep her 
from wanting a hot dick inside her and I knew it didn't. 

"I told her to lie down and get ready for her first fuck. She was so horny 
she, did just as I asked. Then I got Petey into bed with her and she went 
for it like a little whore. I let him fuck her 'till he broke her cherry and 
shot off, but I could tell she was still hot as a pistol and hadn't gotten 
off yet. By that time she was damned hungry for it, and she didn't protest a 
bit when I took Petey's place in bed with her. I masturbated her with my 
fingers 'til she came off, then waited a few minutes and sucked her pussy 
'til she came again." 

Kate was getting awfully worked up just from telling me about it, I could 
tell. There was a glint. In her eye as she continued: 

"By that time Petey was hard again and reminded me that I had promised to 
let him fuck me after Caroline. He didn't have to ask twice. I lay down in 
Caroline's bed and he went to work. While he was laying the meat to me, I 
held hands with Caroline, who was lying right beside us, and then moved up 
to her titties. The kid really has a nice pair, just beginning to grow. By 
the time Petey bad me almost ready to come, Caroline was hot enough that she 
wanted some more loving. So I rolled over and gave her a good mouth job 
while Petey worked up to his climax. It was beautiful. We all came at once." 

Kate was almost beside herself from all the talking we had been doing. It 
occurred to me that she might make a pass at me, and I wasn't sure bow I'd 
react to it. She was a good friend and she was very attractive, but my new 
found love for young boys was so strong I knew I could never enjoy sex with 
a female. 

Luckily, things never came to that. Some girl about fourteen ran up and 
said, "Hi, can you come up to my room for a little party? We have some grass 
to smoke and some wine to drink. It's going to be just us girls, but I 
didn't think you'd mind." 

Kate excused herself to me and said she'd be happy to attend the impromptu 
party. The young girl hugged her and said, "Oh good! it's been a long time 
since we've done this." 

I couldn't help noticing that the kid had a fantastic set of tits for her 
age, and that when she hugged Kate she was, rubbing them all over her. It 
was pretty evident that she was hot for Kate's body. It seemed- likely they 
had been in bed before. 

Before they left together the girl turned to me and said, "You're invited 
too. Can't you come? Please!" 

When I told her I had other plans and wouldn't be able to come with her, she 
said, "Okay, but some other time, I hope. You're the new teacher, aren't 
you? Jeez, nobody told me you were so good-looking. I wish I were in one of 
your classes. You'll just hare to come up to one of our get-togethers some 
time." 

I left them and went back toward my room. What a cheeky little thing she had 
been! She practically propositioned me right in front of Kate. But then, 
that's just the way things operated at Brightwater. There was very little 
reason to hide your feelings from anyone, because no one condemned you for 
them, no matter what they happened to be. People might not necessarily agree 
with you, but they wouldn't do anything to oppose your-desires. 

As I passed by Percy's room he walked out and asked me if I had enjoyed the 
candy. I told him that I had, and that I thought it was very nice of him to 
give it to me. 

"You know, you might be just the girl I need." he said. "Want to do me a 
favor?" 

"Sure," I said, "what is it?" 

"Come inside my place and I'll show you," he said. 

Don't tell me Mr. Homo is about to turn straight and proposition me, I 
thought to myself as I entered his bedroom. 

Before going in he said, "You know I'm gay, right?" 

I said, "I pretty much assumed so." 

"Well, I am," be continued. "And this school is a great place for me. Lots 
of young cock around. But I've run into an unusual case recently. I've found 
a kid that I would simply love to have regular sex with, but he's about to 
cut me off. His name is Rogers I've been having sex off and on with him ever 
since he came here a year ago. You see most of the kids here are hetero, and 
quite a few of them are bi, but Roger is one of the relatively few that are 
completely and strictly homo. That's why I hate to lose his company." 

"But how could I help you with something like that?" I asked. 

"I was getting to that," he said. "You see, Roger has gotten it into his 
head that he wants to try girls for a change. He's never had one in his 
life. The only trouble is that he's afraid to be the aggressor. He's used to 
playing the passive part. He's afraid most of the girls here would just 
laugh at the rather ... ah ... unusual ... needs that he has. But you, 
Millie, you seem so understanding. I think you may be just the one who could 
help him to enjoy females. Will you?" 

"Maybe," I replied warily. "But what are these unusual needs he has? Are you 
sure I could satisfy them?" 

Percy whipped out a thin package from his desk drawer. "You can if you're 
willing to use this on him." 

Inside the package was a pair of sheer panties and a short bullwhip. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

I was shaken by the sight of the whip. And the panties, what were they doing 
there? 

"I don't understand. You mean this Roger, whoever he is, wants me to wear 
these panties for some reason? What's wrong with the ones I've got on? And 
what about that damned whip? What's that got to do with fucking, anyway?" 

"The whip has a great deal to do with tucking if you happen to have Roger's 
viewpoint," said Percy. "As for the panties, they're for him to wear, not 
you." 

"I don't know if I can help you out or not," I said. "The whole thing sounds 
pretty weird. I honestly don't know if Roger's scene would interest me 
enough to-" 

"Will you reserve judgment until you see him?" requested Percy. "You do like 
young boys, don't you?" 

"Yes, but-" I began. 

Again he interrupted me. "Then look in at Roger. He's right here in the 
bedroom. He's asleep in the bed." Re winked at me, impishly. 

Percy opened the door and I saw a blonde-headed kid lying asleep, with the 
covers half off. Between his legs was a monster cock. Maybe it only looked 
big because he was just a kid and hadn't yet attained his full growth, but 
it certainly looked every bit of six inches soft. 

Percy saw me staring at the kid's cock and smiled. "I thought that might 
interest you," he said. "That's quite a cock for a boy only thirteen years 
old, don't you think? And you should see it hard, rye measured it. At 
thirteen, the kid's got a full seven and a half inches when it's stiff." 

It was really a magnificent prick, I had to admit that. And on the kid's 
normal-sized body, it appeared to be even longer and fatter than it was. I 
tip-toed towards the bed. 

Percy giggled. "Want a better look, huh? I don't blame you. But you don't 
have to worry about waking him up. Roger sleeps like a log, so you needn't 
tiptoe." 

I stood beside the bed and looked at the kid's cock. I couldn't take my eyes 
off it. He was so normal-sized and his cock was so abnormal-sized. He was 
maybe five feet, four inches tall, with a fairly muscular, but not 
outstanding, build. But that prick of his ... fantastic! 

"Changed your mind?" asked Percy, a hopeful note in his voice. "Want to be 
his teacher and show him how it is with a woman?" 

"I have to tell you I'm certainly interested," I said. "I'd be lying through 
my teeth if I claimed otherwise. But what's this bit with the whip and the 
panties?" 

"No big deal," said Percy. "You see, Roger's from England. Spanking is still 
very big over there. People spank their kids more there than we do here in 
the states. And spanking for sexual pleasure is more common, too. You know, 
parents will spank their little son or daughter's naked ass for the purpose 
of punishing them, not realizing that it's very easy for a kid to get 
sexually excited from it. There's a pretty thin line between pain and 
pleasure. And if the kid happens to have a touch of incestuous interest in 
the parent that does the spanking, well there you have it...." 

"You mean Roger would want me to whip him?" I asked. 

"That's exactly what he wants," said Percy. "He's had men whip him lots of 
times. Now he wants to try sex with a woman, so he naturally wants the whip 
from her too." 

"But the panties?" I asked. 'What's the deal on them? You said they were 
for. him, not me." 

"Right. He just-likes to wear them when he's being whipped, that's all," 
Percy said. "And when you see how nice and stiff he gets when you whip him, 
you'll be glad you did. That prick of his gets like a fucking cylinder of 
steel. It sticks out through his panties like a goddamned metal rod." 

It sure sounded funny to hear Percy refer to "his panties." But apparently 
that happened to be what turned him on. I kept staring at his cock and 
thinking how nice it would be to have the thing in me. Even though it was 
true I had begun to go for young boys, who naturally have smaller cocks than 
men, that didn't mean I had anything against a nice big fat one. Far from 
it. I had been more or less getting turned on to little boys in spite of 
their small organs. Here was my chance to have both at the same time-a young 
boy with a big dick. 

Percy turned and started to leave the room. "The way you're looking at that 
thing, I think I have my answer. Thanks for helping out, I can assure you, 
you're going to have a great time. I'm sure you can think of a nice way to 
wake him up. After he's awake, just take the whip and make him put on those 
panties. Then keep switching him with that whip and he'll raise a nice big 
hard-on." 

"Hey, wait a minute," I called out. "How am I going to explain being here? 
He'll think it's pretty strange waking up with a woman in bed with him he's 
never seen before in his life." 

"To tell you the truth," he said, "I took the liberty of telling him you'd 
be here. I was pretty sure you'd help us out, if I could just get you to 
take a look at his prick." 

Percy popped out the door and left me alone with the kid. Roger continued to 
sleep away blissfully, with no idea in the world that a woman was in the 
room who was getting very hungry for a pussyful of his big beautiful cock. 

After a few days of being at Brightwater I had become pretty brazen. I 
jerked off my clothes, kicked off my shoes, and leaped into bed with only my 
panties on. I went straight for his cock, slowly but firmly taking it in 
both hands and squeezing. Roger showed signs of stirring. I moved my hands 
up and down a few more strokes. Finally he opened his eyes and hesitantly 
said, "You must be ... uh Millie." 

I just smiled. Words seemed out of place, considering the fact that he had 
just awakened to find me jacking him off. 

"You ... you're naked," he said slowly. He was looking at my bare tits with 
a strange expression on his face. 

"So are you," I replied. "I'm glad you are. I like you that way, you know." 

"Listen," he began, "I've never been ... you know ... with a girl before. 
I've never-" 

"Don't worry," I consoled, "Percy told me everything. I think it's great 
that you want to give girls a try." And I gave him a big smile. 

But then I realized that his concern was based on something very specific in 
spite of the length of time I'd been playing with his cock, it wasn't any 
harder than when I'd begun. 

He looked somewhat downcast when he saw that I had noticed. Most guys would 
have gotten a big stiff on just from looking at me in my panties and no bra, 
not to mention the added treat of having their cocks rubbed. 

He rolled over on his side, away from me, so I was forced to let go of his 
cock. I was about to think it was useless for me to stay. Then I caught 
sight of the whip and panties lying on the chair beside the big king-sized 
bed. 

I picked up the whip and said, "Roger, you've been pretty rotten, haven't 
you? I come in here and jack you off, and you don't even get a hard-on for 
me." 

"I know," he said, his head bowed. "You're right, I've been bad ... I ... I 
don't have any excuse." 

But apart from his defeatist remarks, I saw that something else was 
happening, His cock was trembling to life. No increase in size yet, but a 
definite movement was taking place inside it. A pulse of new life was 
occurring. 

"You don't have any excuse, huh?" I accused. "Do you think you're going to 
get away with acting like that?" 

"I ... I don't know," he mumbled. "What are you going to do to me for it?" 

His prick actually had begun to grow. Why hadn't I thought of it before? The 
key to Roger's sex life was the damned whip and panties. I should have 
remembered what Percy had told me. All I had to do was raise hell with him 
and mistreat him and he would have a hard prick for me. 

"I'm going to whip your ass, that's what I'm going to do you worthless 
little bastard," I exclaimed. 

His prick fairly leaped. The thing grew a half inch right before my eyes. 
This was too easy! 

"Oh no, don't do that!" he cried. 

"The hell I won't!" I retorted. 

I slapped the whip a short stroke across his naked ass. The result was a 
yelp of pain but also a startling increase in the appearance of his cock. 
The fucking thing lengthened even more than before. It had to be very near 
its greatest size by now, I figured. 

"And again!" I yelled, striking it back across his ass in the opposite 
direction. 

The big prick was now hard as a rock. 

"I'm going to beat you 'till you do what I want, you hear me?" I cried out 
at him. 

"Oh no, don't whip me any more," he answered. But his big prick pulsed with 
passion, contradicting what be sad with his mouth. 

"Yes I will!" I yelled. 

I sent it whistling across his naked flesh again, leaving a long red mark in 
its wake. 

"Oh ... oh, that hurts," he moaned, "please don't!" 

But his moan was more like an outcry of passion than one of pain. 

"I tell you, I'll whip your ass 'till you do everything I tell you to!" I 
yelled. 

"What ... what do you want me to do?" he asked timorously. 

I threw the panties at him and said, "First, put these on. If you can't even 
get a hard-on when a girl jacks you off, you must be a girl yourself. So put 
on girl's underwear. Do it, do you bear? Get those panties on before I 
thrash the living daylights out of you! Hurry up, now, you haven't got all 
night!" 

He scrambled into the sheer panties. It looked rather ridiculous to see that 
great big prick sticking out against the sheer fabric of those feminine 
panties. But the thing was so big and hard and shiny-red and stiff that I 
would have done whatever necessary to get it that way and keep it that way. 

As soon as the panties were on he seemed to undergo quite a change 
emotionally. He turned onto his back and began to move his legs and ass in a 
seductive, languid way. Now his long cock stuck straight up into the air, 
making a tent of the panties. It looked almost like a support pole with a 
mosquito net stretched over it. And it swayed grandly whenever he moved his 
ass. 

"Now pull down the front of your undies and let me see what you've got in 
there!" I commanded. 

He didn't move quite fast enough to suit me, so I gave him another whack, 
this lime across the top of his thighs. To my surprise, I found I was 
actually beginning to enjoy using the whip on him. It was no longer just 
something I was doing to satisfy his perverse needs. I whacked him again, 
reveling in the moan that came from his lips. 

He pulled down the front of his panties and produced his cock. It stood 
quivering under my gaze. 

He let go the elastic waistband and placed his hands on the bed beside him. 
The panties snapped back and pinned his prick to his flat stomach. 

"Who told you, you could turn loose of it?" I snapped. I swished the whip 
across his thighs again. "You don't do anything 'till I say so, understand?" 

"Y-y-yes," he mumbled. 

"Now jerk those panties down again," I commanded. "I want to look at that 
big dick of yours." 

He did as I said. 

"Lower," I instructed, "pull them down lower. I want to see your balls too." 

He pulled the underpants down farther, revealing his hairy balls. Now his 
whole crotch was visible, and he might as well not have been wearing any 
underwear. 

"How long was it before you got hair on your balls there, huh?" I demanded. 
"How old were you?" 

"I don't know," he answered weakly. "I guess when I was about eleven. About 
two years ago." 

"And when did that prick start getting so big?" I demanded. 

This question must have been more embarrassing. He hesitated a little before 
answering. 

I slapped him across the thighs again with the whip and yelled, "Answer me!" 

There were now reddened marks on his legs where the whip had paused. I had 
taken care not to actually break the skin, but I had been hitting him fairly 
hard. 

"It's ... I don't know, it's always been sort of big, I guess," he lamely 
responded at last. "It was nearly always bigger than other guys' that I 
knew." 

"Bigger than the other guys, huh?" I said. "And did you ever let any of 
those other guys look at it? Ever let any of them see it, or even touch it, 
maybe? Huh?" 

"Yes," he answered meekly, with no elaboration. 

"That was awfully naughty of you, wasn't it?" I cried. "I think you ought to 
be punished for-that, don't you?" 

His response was to lower his head and nod affirmatively. He knew I was 
going to switch him again, and deep down in his heart he wanted to be 
switched. He loved having me lord it over him even though be made a pretense 
that he felt otherwise. 

I gave him another slap with the bullwhip. He cringed sideways and groaned. 
His prick was a beautiful thing to see by now-long and red as a beet, and 
throbbing so distinctly that I could clearly see its motion from a few feet 
away. It pulsed so strongly I was afraid he might be going to shoot his nuts 
off right then and there, which was not at all what I wanted. If I was going 
to get any use out of the thing I was going to have to get to the point 
fast. 

"Do you know what to do with that thing?" I jeered. "Do you know what to do 
with it, or do you just let it stick up there stiff as a board for nothing?" 

"No ... yes ... yes, I ... I don't know," he mumbled. " ... Yes, I'll do 
anything with it you want." 

His words sounded confused but I could tell by looking at him that he was 
extremely hot and horny and that whatever I said would be the absolute law 
for him. 

"You're goddamned right you will," I cried, brandishing the whip before his 
eyes. 

"Yes, yes I will," he vowed. "What do you want me to do with it? I'll do 
anything?" 

"Cram it back in your panties!" I yelled. "That's what I want you to do with 
it. I want you to do nothing with it 'till I tell you. You get no pleasure 
from that freak tool 'till after me, understand. You're going to do 
something for me before you do anything to make yourself feel good!" 

Be was sweating profusely now and it wasn't from exertion. The boy was hot 
for sex, even though it was in his own perverted way. He adored the way I 
was treating him, and he wanted more. He stuck it in his panties like I said 
and waited for my next instruction. The damned thing quaked inside the sheer 
garment like it was a live animal. 

"Get off the bed and down on your knees," I commanded. "Come on, move!" 

He stumbled out of bed without a second's hesitation, and hit the carpet 
with his knees. 

"Raise your head and look at me," I told him. "Look me in the eye, you 
little creep." 

He looked up with his big beautiful eyes, and the expression on his face was 
pure passion. He didn't know what I was going to have him do, but he was so 
turned on from what I'd been saying that he was already boiling inside. 

"Now grab your cock through your panties," I told him. "Take hold of it and 
feel it but don't you dare try to start jerking it off, you hear? Grab it 
and hold it perfectly still!" 

He did what I said. I walked to him and stood with my crotch only a foot or 
so from his face. I kept the whip raised over my shoulder as a continual 
threat to him. 

"Okay; Roger," I hissed, "I'm going to teach you about a different pair of 
panties now. We've been fucking around long enough with yours, now we're 
going to go to mine. Reach up here and touch my crotch. Feel me with your 
fingers right there between my legs, right there where my cunt's bulging 
out." 

He moved his hand toward me but hesitated, his trembling fingers just inches 
away. 

I zinged him with the whip again, this time over his shoulders and down his 
back. 

"Go ahead and touch me, you little swish," I cried. "I'm going to show you 
what a cunt feels like through a pair of panties instead of that big 
pig-sticker." 

He finally made contact, gingerly rubbing his fingertips over the bulge of 
my swollen cunt. The touch had an amazingly sensual feeling for me. I was 
really getting wrapped up in having him be my slave and do what I wanted. 

"Now take 'em off!" I yelled. 

He jerked them down at once and the hairy mound of my pussy stared him iii 
the face. 

"Okay, creep," I demanded, "now open it up and kiss it. You heard me. Spread 
my lips and give me a big kiss there." 

There was no balking at all. He immediately did it. His mouth was on me, and 
soon his whole body was trembling. I felt a wave of sweet heat sweep through 
my groin. 

"Use your tongue on me," I, commanded. "Lick me out, you, and. lick me out 
good." 

At once I felt his tongue begin to move inside me. It was more than I could 
take standing up. I made him follow my cunt to the floor as I lay down on 
the carpet. My panties were now to my knees and his face was buried in my 
muff. I rocked my ass back and forth and brought the whip down a couple more 
times out of sheer meanness. It felt good to me to hurt him. I roughly 
reached down and pushed his lips up so they were right on my clit. 

"Give it to me now, you fucking creep!" I yelled. "Give it to me. Oh my God, 
I'm about to come, about to come ... I'm about to get it ... keep sucking 
... oh shit ... keep sucking ... oh ... oh oooh!" 

I came off, with complete and fulfilling delight. After I quit jerking my 
ass I let him move his face. His prick was jumping inside his undies like a 
rabbit in a sack. 

I was so sexed off I. could feel another orgasm building up right on top of 
the first one. 

"Take your panties off and stick that prick between my legs!" I demanded. I 
realized this was the most traumatic moment for a kid who had fucked nothing 
but males all his life, but I thought he was hot enough for it to work. 

It did! He leaned forward and pressed the thick shaft of his organ all the 
way in on the first stroke. It was the fullest my pussy had been since 
arriving at the school. I grabbed his ass with one hand and used the 
bullwhip on him with the other. What a fucking ride! He was wild now, just 
wild! He threw the meat to me as fast as he could go. I jammed his mouth on 
a tit and he sucked like he was starving to death. He began to moan like a 
dog and pummel my cunt like a pile driver instants later I felt a wonderful 
whoosh of jism come shooting into my pussy, and it made me come off even 
better than the first time. I lay jerking and writhing on the floor with my 
legs tight around his meat, and made him keep lying there until his cock had 
shrunk all the way back to normal. 

Then I jerked on my clothes and left immediately without so much as a 
goodbye. It was only after I was out of Percy's apartment and into the hail 
that I had any reason for any shame over what I'd just done with Roger. 

"Well, hello," came a familiar voice from behind me. "Having discipline 
problems with a student? Must have been quite serious." 

I looked around to see Carrie, of all people. Following her stare at my 
hand, I looked down to find that I still had the bullwhip in my hand! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

I was mortified. There was absolutely no sane way I could explain the whip 
in my hand. How could I have been so stupid as to accidentally leave Percy's 
room with the damned thing still in my hand? 

But she spoke before I could answer. "I had no Idea you were such a strict 
disciplinarian, Millie," she said in a joking way. "That's a fine whip you 
have there, a really nice one. Maybe you and I should get together sometime 
soon and have a little chat. I'd be interested in that, would you?" 

She had timed her little speech perfectly. We had arrived at the door to her 
room just as she finished. 

I barely had time to say, 'Well sure, I guess so," when she was inside her 
room and the door was closed with nothing more than a casual "Good-bye" from 
her. 

I took a hot bath and pampered myself for about an hour before going to bed. 
What a strange night it had been! First of all, Percy's weird proposal; then 
meeting Roger and actually beginning to dig whipping, even though it had 
sounded like the screwiest thing in the world to me when I first heard of 
it. And finally being so dumb and carrying the whip out in the hail for 
Carrie to see, and then her bizarre comment. What could her wish to "get 
together sometime soon" mean? it obviously had something to do with the 
whip-she had just spotted it before she made the remark. But what exactly 
did she have in mind? Hell, she was the one who didn't even go for kids in 
the school. Row could it be that she would have an interest in the bullwhip, 
surely an even stranger sex trip than getting it on with kids? 

Oh well, I told myself, that was what made Brightwater such a great place to 
work. You never knew what was going to happen next. I dozed off and slept 
like a baby 'till morning. 

The next day I was tempted to tell Kate about my adventure, but didn't 
quite. get up the nerve. 

She was plenty loose, all right, but something as weird as whips and panties 
on a teen-aged queer might be a bit much even for her broad mind. 

During the afternoon I ran into Percy and he was ecstatic. He took me aside 
in the ball and gushed. He told me I had handled Roger perfectly, and that 
the kid had told him he was sure he could now go for girls as well as guys. 
Their desire had been fulfilled. 

"You must have been fantastic with him," he said. "When I got back to my 
room last night, Roger couldn't tell me enough about how you had handled 
him. And he was so full of left-over heat that I got him to fuck me in the 
ass twice. Oh, it was glorious!" 

"I do hope you had a good time yourself, Millie," he said. "I hope he gave 
you plenty of that nice big prick of his. Was everything all right? Did you 
need anything you didn't have? Were you comfortable in my bedroom?" 

Percy was being so solicitous I felt I should say something. "As a 
matter-of-fact I did have a good time," I said "I might even say a great 
time better than I thought it would be. And everything was fine. There was 
nothing else we needed. I'm afraid we let that beautiful king-sized bed of 
yours go to waste, though. We did most of our fucking on the carpet." 

"Queen-sized, darling," he corrected me with a glint of humor in his eye, 
before scurrying off down the hail. 

I grinned to myself at his gay wit and went on to a class. By dinner I was 
very hungry. Brightwater was really agreeing with me. I gorged myself at the 
table, something I seldom do, and walked back toward my room with Kate. We 
passed a boy who had a very familiar face, and I suddenly realized he was 
the kid I had enjoyed such a groovy time with among the rocks down at the 
beach. 

I asked Kate his name and she told me it was Gilbert. 

"Like the way he looks?" she brightly asked. 

"Yes," I said, "he's a real good-looking boy." 

"Gilbert's a good fuck," she blandly stated. "I've had him in bed with a few 
times, and it was pretty great. He's got one of those things you and I both 
love, Millie-a cock that gets hard quick and stays that way for a long 
time." 

"... And get hard again real fast after he gets his nuts off," I couldn't 
help adding. 

Kate turned to me in surprise. 

"You mean you've-" she began. 

""Yes," I said with a chuckle, "I've had him too. Down at the beach one 
day." 

Kate giggled. "The joke's on me," she said. "I thought I was telling you 
something you didn't know, and hell, you've had a fuck from him since I 
have. You're going to have to keep me posted, honey, on your latest 
exploits. I'm behind." 

"A girl shouldn't tell everything," I quipped, "now, should she? Even to her 
closest friend" 

"Guess not," she banteringly agreed. "I sure do wish you'd give girls a 
chance in your life, though. 

And I'm not even coming on to you. We know each other better than that. The 
ones I'm talking about are the young ones. Take a little eight or 
nine-year-old to bed with you, Millie, or a little twelve or 
thirteen-year-old. I promise you, you'll dig it. Or maybe a nice luscious 
sixteen-year-old, one with a big set of knockers like yours. You'd love it." 

She paused and said, "I don't know what I'm mentioning ages so much for, 
though. You already know about that from the boys you've been with since 
you've been here. The girls are the same way young's better than old, no 
matter how you look at it. And young's even better than fairly young, like 
we are ourselves. Don't you agree?" 

"I'll certainly have to say yes to that," I replied. "I've learned a lot 
since I came here to this school, and that's definitely high on my list. But 
as far as the sex of kids goes, I still dig on the boys. You know how much I 
love those little cocks." 

"Okay, okay," she said good-naturedly, "but if you ever change your mind, 
just whistle. I could line you up with some awfully sweet little chicks." 

I thanked her and headed for my room. As I rounded the corner I met little 
Caroline. There was an older girl with her I'd seen before. I spoke to them 
and went on put, but Caroline stopped. 

"Wait, can we ask you something?" she called out. 

"Sure," I said, "what." 

"Well," she asked confidently, "Jana and I want to know If we Can come up to 
your room with a friend." I caught a new tone in her voice. 

The shyness of a few days ago was completely gone now. Evidently Caroline's 
recent sexual experiences had brought her out of her shell and made her a 
much more open kid. Still, her request took me somewhat by surprise. I told 
I didn't know if she could or not, and asked her why it was necessary. 

Jana spoke up. She was a girl who appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, with 
beautiful long blonde hair, and with a pair of fine tits on her rather 
slender frame. 

"Both our rooms are being occupied at the moment," she explained, "by our 
roommates. You know, once in a while a girl wants to be alone if the guy's 
real special. So we don't have any place 'to go with the boy we want to be 
with. It's a kid named Bobby." 

I wondered if it could possibly be the young seven-year-old boy I had 
introduced to the pleasures of sex on his first arrival at Brightwater. I 
described, him, and learned that he was indeed the one they had in mind. 
Damn, the kid was really getting around. He was the same one that Percy had 
seduced. By now I had lost my sense of possession over the boy I found, so I 
wasn't up tight about it at all. Just curious. 

"Well, I guess you can," I told them. "If you don't mind me being in the 
front room while you use the bedroom." 

"No, that's fine," said Jane. "We won't bother you a bit, we promise. We'll 
be real quiet." 

But then Caroline chirped up, "Could I stay in the front room with you, 
please," she asked me, "so I can watch them through the door? Can I, 
please?" 

I didn't understand and asked them to explain. 

Jana said she was the one who wanted to get it on with little Bobby. 
Caroline wanted to just watch the performance. And since Bobby was still 
pretty new to the school, they thought he might get up tight and feel 
constricted if he knew anyone was watching. And watching was exactly what 
Caroline was wanting to do. 

"Yeah," she admitted, "I really like to watch people fuck. I love watching 
them get naked and fool around with each other." 

Her statement reminded me of what Kate had told me about the threesome she 
had arranged during which Caroline had lost her cherry to my friend Petey. 
There had a lot of watching there in that scene. Perhaps that, coupled with 
the time she observed Kate introduce Kenny to the art of love on their first 
night at school, had nudged Caroline into the direction of voyeurism. 

Oh well, what the hell. The kid had already been fucked by a boy and had got 
a taste of lez life by being fucked by Kate, a grown woman. She was hardly 
an untainted little lamb. So what difference did it make it she did find 
herself in the role of eleven-year-old voyeur? 

I told them to go get Bobby and bring him on up, then went on to my room. I 
had a snack and a nice hot shower, then got out the papers I was going to 
grade that night. I could sit at my work table in the front room while the 
kids used my bedroom. 

As I was toweling off my wet body, I watched myself in the mirror and 
mentally patted myself on the back for what nice tits I had. They were the 
kind of nice, fully rounded ones that any girl would be proud to have, I 
thought. I found myself thinking of sex, and wondered' how it would be to 
have Bobby naked in my bedroom without getting to fuck him. The presence of 
the girls didn't bother me any. But I found myself getting worked up over 
Bobby. He bad been a great turn-on for me the night I seduced him. It might 
be hard to keep my mind off him. Oh well, Jana and Caroline were the ones 
who had preference on him-it was they who had thought of it. I would just 
let them be. 

Well, I might allow myself to just take a peek in at him once in a while ... 
no morel Caroline would be looking in on them from my doorway, anyhow, so I 
could just take a peek over her shoulder once in a while. I had no right to 
barge in on their little party. 

There was a knock at my door and Jane stood alone when I opened it. She said 
that they didn't want Bobby to know anyone else was in the place, so could I 
please hide somewhere as he was brought in? And Caroline would need a place 
to hide also, for the same reason. I agreed to their plan, and Caroline came 
in from around the corner while Jane went for Bobby. 

"Guess the only place for us to hide is the front room closet." I said. "The 
bathroom's on the other side of the bedroom and we couldn't leave without 
Bobby seeing us." 

Jana brought Bobby through the door and into the bedroom, taking care to 
leave it open enough to allow Caroline a good view. She and I left the 
closet and took up our positions, she on the floor by the bedroom and me at 
my working desk. 

I was grading papers for only a few minutes before Caroline quietly 
approached my desk. 

"Sure you don't want to watch?" she asked. "She's got him down to his shorts 
and now she's letting him feel her up. I bet she takes off her shirt next 
and lets him see her tits." 

Her description of what was going on did whet my appetite, but I managed to 
refuse her invitation. "By the way," I asked her before she left my desk, 
"how did you and Jana get to be such good friends? She's five or six years 
older than you, so I'd think you'd run-around with girls your own ages." 

"The way we met was when she asked me If I'd let her make love to me one 
day," Caroline blithely replied. "She had heard about me getting it on with 
Ms. Windstrom-I mean Kate-and said really like to tongue-fuck me and 
everything else if I'd let her. She said she was really glad I seemed to dig 
girls, because she just loved girls about my, age ... something about how 
she's so hot for girls who are just starting to get titties, like I am. So I 
let her do it and it was really swell. I think I even liked it better than 
when Kate did it to me for the first time. That's how we know each other." 

The kid walked away, as unconcerned as if she had just recited a book 
report. 

I did fine until Caroline started making little noises, Jana and Bobby were 
far enough away that I couldn't bear them, but Caroline was well within 
earshot. At first I couldn't figure where the should was coming from. She 
wasn't making any noise with her mouth. But then I noticed one of her hands 
was out of sight. The little bitch already had such hot pants from watching 
that she was doing the same thing she obviously wanted to do the time Kate 
let her watch. 

She had her hand under her loose skirt and was quite thoroughly engaged in 
masturbating herself. I went to her to remind her that Bobby night hear what 
she was doing and discover he was being watched, but when I got there I took 
a peek through the doorway, and what I saw made me admit to myself that no 
more papers would graded that night. 

"Caroline," I whispered, "don't you think he might hear you ... I could hear 
you way over there at my desk." 

She jerked her hand from under her skirt and innocently said, "I wasn't 
saying anything." 

I told her I knew she wasn't saying anything, but that her hand was making 
certain little noises: under her skirt. 

She grinned. She was only somewhat embarrassed, and not in the least 
contrite. "Lees," she whispered, "could you really hear me playing with 
myself?" 

When I assured her that I had, she motioned into the bedroom and said she 
didn't see how Bobby would ever hear a little sound like that when they were 
so hard at it. I looked again and had to agree with her. And looking made me 
want to keep looking. I sat down behind her and observed the spectacle by 
peering over her shoulder. 

"Goody," she said, "you gonna stay and watch?" 

"Maybe for a little while," I said, knowing full well that I was there for 
the duration. 

She sat without moving for only a few seconds before whispering, only with a 
small bit of shame, "Do you ... do you care if I ... you know, play with 
myself again? Look at what they're doing now-that makes me so tingly I just 
have to do something." 

I could not remember anyone ever before asking my permission to masturbate. 
What does one say in polite society to such a request? is that covered in 
Emily Post? 

"I don't see why not," I said. "Go ahead, it doesn't bother me any as long 
as you don't disturb them." 

She thanked me warmly and snaked her hand back into her panties. I heard the 
elastic snap and then the slippery sound of her fingers at work again in 
that hot little pussy. 

But what really captured my attention was what Jana and little Bobby were 
doing. Jana was lying on my bed with just her bra on-her panties had been 
removed for some reason before the bra-and Bobby was sitting on her stomach. 
She had her knees up to provide a place to lean his back, and he was seated 
on her cunt-swell with his face turned toward hers. He still had his shorts 
on, but there was an unmistakable little point jutting out from his crotch. 

Jana had his hands on her bra and was letting him feel her up while she 
returned the favor by manipulating his peter through the material of his 
white cotton jockey shorts. 

He had a shit-eating grin on his little face, as though he knew she wasn't 
going to keep that bra on forever and when she took it off he was going to 
get himself a nice handful of tit. Jana was looking at him with a very 
sensual, relaxed expression on her face. She was in complete control and she 
knew it. She could have that little cock out of his shorts and into her cunt 
whenever she wanted it, or she could get him to suck her tits for her just 
by taking her bra off and showing them to him. 

We could hear every word they said. 

"Remember what I let you do last time after I took my panties off and let 
you see my pussy?" she said. 

"Yeah," Bobby eagerly replied. "Can I do it again?" 

"No, not yet," Jana said, being fickle. "First I want you to put your mouth 
on it, I want-you to lick it, Bobby. Will you? I want to have you lick me 
all around the edge and see how far you can stick your tongue in. Okay?" 

"Can't I suck your tits too?" he asked. "You let me do that first last 
time." 

"Not yet," she withheld. "Maybe later if you're a good boy. I think you must 
like sucking my boobs more than my cunt." 

He didn't answer, just turned around and grasped her legs. Now he was 
sitting with his back to her face, with his butt right up against her fully 
packed bra. He put his hands on her knees and she opened up her legs to him, 
letting him slide his hands down to her crotch. He put his fingers into her 
thick blonde pussy hairs and scratched around like he was looking for 
something. 

"Come on, sweetie," Jana chided, "I know you can find it. I showed you last 
time. This time you have to find it yourself." 

Bobby quickly reached the center of her muff and a quick twinge of passion 
crossed her face. It was easy to tell the kid had found the right spot. 

"Not just your hands," she reprimanded. "Lemme have that nice warm little 
tongue of yours, right down there on it." 

He lowered his shoulders, which she grasped between her thighs as he sank, 
and placed his face against the golden-brown abundance of her curly 
cunt-locks. Now his ass was toward her face and the front of his shorts 
pressed down against her stomach. 

I saw the look in her eyes as she gazed at his neatly packaged little buns 
and envied her. I wished it was me there instead of her. How I would have 
loved to get those shorts off him and get his cock in my mouth. 

It must have been mental telepathy. At that very moment she put her hand on 
his tightly-sheathed ass and hooked a finger underneath his waistband. The 
kid must have put his mouth right where she wanted it, because she seemed 
ready to return the suck job. She dragged his shorts off and took hold of 
his cock. When he felt his shorts being drawn down his legs, he wiggled his 
legs 'till the pants were off on the bed and backed up along her stomach as 
far as possible without taking his mouth from her pussy. Neat as clockwork. 

"That's it, honey," she encouraged, "back up, so Mama can reach that sweet 
little prick. Come on back. Ah, that's the way ... that's it ... now I can 
get it for you." 

I had to watch helplessly as her lips closed over his cock. At this point I 
was wishing more and more that I was in her place. It was making me pretty 
damned hot, if you want to know the truth. 

Now they were in a perfect sixty-nine position, with, both their mouths on 
each other's organs and their naked fronts in contact all the way from one 
end to the other. Jana undulated her ass up and down in a slow, tantalizing 
rhythm that moved both of their bodies together in a sensuous wave of firm 
young flesh. 

I wasn't the only one worked up over what was going on, of course. Caroline 
was now openly and industriously frigging herself right on the floor in 
front of me. Her back was to me, but I could see that in the heat of her 
voyeuristic excitement she had snatched her underpants all the way down to 
her ankles and' had her dress all the way up to her belly. I could smell the 
kid's sex scent, and it was so clean and fragrant and youthful that it 
smelled awfully damned good to me, even though she was a girl. 

I couldn't stand it anymore. I went ahead and grabbed my own meat. I didn't 
even bother to take down my panties and raise my skirt. I just stuck my hand 
down through the top and went at it like that. If only I could have been the 
one to have that kid on top of me! I'd already fucked him in the past, of 
course, but I wanted him right then and there. 

I looked on with greed as little Bobby sucked and sucked 'till he brought 
her off. She must have been a horny little gal for only sixteen. As soon as 
she quit jerking her ass, she got him up and turned him around and pushed 
his little hard prick into her hot fuck-hole for another round. I couldn't 
tell by just looking whether he had come or not, but if he had already done 
so, then he had managed to raise another hard-on in seconds. As soon as she 
placed him in the saddle he drove his cock into her cunt as though he had 
just jumped into bed with her. 

Now that he was facing her she gave him what he had asked for. She took off 
her brassiere and he put both hands on the first big juicy tit that sprang 
out. 

"Yeah," she urged, "that's the way ... now you can suck one, sweetie, now 
you can have it. You've been a very good boy, and Mama's gonna treat you 
right." 

The kid really had a fantastic pair, I'll have to admit. They were almost as 
big as mine, and maybe even a little bit firmer. And she had the kind of 
tiny, extremely well-defined nipples that a lot of guys seem to like. They 
were the color of dark cherries, and sat pertly on the end of her boobs like 
small, exotic, tasty fruits. 

Now he was really plowing in-to her. It was incredible to think a 
seven-year-old could have the interest and the ability to fuck like he was 
doing. 

"Aren't you glad you came to watch?" whispered Caroline. "Sometimes it's 
almost more fun to watch than to do things yourself, isn't it? Jeez, look at 
the way he's going at her." 

When I started to answer I realized I was breathing so hard and fast that 
talking was almost a chore. 

"Yeah," I managed," ... yeah." 

But I couldn't really go along with the idea that watching was that much 
fun, however. I was perfectly willing to let the eleven-year-old use her own 
devices to satisfy herself, but I was needing a partner ... badly. 

And I knew exactly what I needed. A young kid, a boy ... maybe even a boy as 
young as Bobby. It didn't make too much difference, just as long as he was 
clean and willing and anywhere from sixteen or seventeen on down. My God, if 
a boy were there he would certainly get turned on in a hurry-with Caroline 
and me finger-fucking ourselves to death and Jana taking the meat from Bobby 
all in the two rooms! 

"Look at them now!" Caroline said. 

As if I might tear my eyes away for even a minute! Bobby had already got 
tired of fucking her in the pussy for some reason, and was doing his 
six-year-old damnedest to get her to let him fuck her in the ass. Where the 
kid ever learned about such a thing I couldn't imagine. She must have been 
really loving it to let him do such a thing, because she hadn't even come 
yet from being cunt fucked. She flopped over on her stomach, with hardly a 
missed beat, and let Bobby jam his dwarf tool into her ass-hole. 

But she also made him reach around her stomach and give her a finger job 
while he corn-holed her. He was so light she could easily support his entire 
weight on her back, but he kept his feet on the bed for traction. 

The whole damned scene was just too much for a girl to handle. I got up and 
dashed right into the room with them. I shook my clothes off and hopped 
right onto the bed. 

"Jesus, Jana," I cried out, "he's using his cock on you, but his mouth is 
going to waste. Lemme get a nice tongue job from him while he corn-holes 
you. Okay?" 

I don't know what I would have done if she had said no-before she could 
answer I was already in place in front of them and offering my wit cunt to 
the kid, my legs spread open and pussy-juice dripping through my cunt-hairs 
like water. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

I should've guessed what Jana's reaction would be. She didn't mind my 
butting in at all. She simply thought I came in to have a threesome. She was 
surprised, of course, but only for a second. 

As for little Bobby, he accepted my presence much better than any of us 
would've guessed. Maybe it was just because he was already so sexed-up from 
all they'd been doing that nothing would have bothered him much. He reached 
forward and hugged my hips and gave me a smile. It was the first time he had 
seen me since the night he arrived, and he seemed really glad to see me. 

"Oh wow," cried Jana, "you're welcome to a suck from him if be can reach 
you. But ... whew don't let him take his cock out of my ass for a while. I'm 
loving what he's doing to me back there and I need to ... whew ... need to 
have him stay there 'till I get my cookies." 

I had dashed into the room rather blindly, without really thinking about the 
mechanics of the thing. As Jana indicated, there was some doubt about 
whether the kid could reach my cunt in their present position. Since be was 
standing behind her with his cock in her ass-hole, he could only bend 
forward about as far as the upper part of her back even by stretching as far 
as possible. They were doing it dog-fashion, you might say, but he was only 
a pup! He tried to reach my pussy, but he just couldn't make it. 

Jana saw the problem and had an idea of her own about how to solve it. "Why 
don't you just stay where you are and let me tongue you out," she suggested. 
"Damn, I can see you need it bad. The love juice is running all down your 
legs. Let me do the job for you, and you can lean toward Bobby far enough to 
let him suck your tits." 

She was hardly being fresh by suggesting it. After all, my cunt was only 
inches from her face. But it was the kid I was interested in. There's 
nothing in the world like having a healthy, cute little boy suck your pussy. 

"You're getting all the action you need from Bobby's cock, aren't you?" I 
said. "You don't need me in on it. I've got a better idea. Let me just 
straddle you like this and put my feet on each side of you. Here, now Bobby 
can reach my pussy." 

"Whatever you want, love," she said. "But I'd sure love to lick you off." 

I moved into position and the child welcomed me by throwing his arms around 
my stomach and kissing my navel. He couldn't quite reach high enough for my 
the, or I'm sure he'd have kissed me there instead. Then, without the 
slightest prompting, he dropped his face down the smooth skin of my lower 
stomach and buried his sweet little mouth in my curly muff. I gave a gasp of 
pleasure and took 'his head between my bands, caressing his neck and ears 
and running my fingers through his hair. It was exactly what I needed. 

"Honey," I said, "you're giving me just what I came for. Oh my God, but I 
love the feel of your mouth on me. I was burning up, I had to have some 
loving and you're ... umm ... you're giving it to me ... whew ... oh Jesus, 
that's it right there ... please keep sucking ... keep it up ... oh keep it 
up!" 

He kept pumping away at Jana's back door all the time he was licking my 
front. The way she was carrying on, I thought she must about ready to come. 
I glanced around her side and saw that she was working on her pussy by band. 
Bobby's eyes were closed, and he was sweating like a farm hand. I didn't see 
how he could last much longer. 

I looked through blurry eyes and saw Caroline on the floor in the other 
room. She had evidently opened the door so she could see better. She now lay 
on her back with her dress all disheveled and her legs wide apart. Her 
panties were now all the way off, and she was giving her little cunt hell 
with her fingers. They were going a mile a minute and the juice fairly flew. 
Her face was contorted and her eyes were half-closed. The kid looked like 
she was drugged or something. 

Bobby was the first to come. He started squealing like a little pig and 
jamming his hiney in and out like crazy. He hit his peak, then rolled off 
and fell sideways on the bed beside us. 

When he was doing all his squealing he really gave my pussy a big charge. I 
could feel his voice to the, tip of my toes from the sound waves that 
vibrated through my pussy. I damned near got my cookies at that moment, but 
not quite. When he rolled off and fell on the bed, he left me in a hell of a 
fix. I was so near to getting myself off I could taste it, yet I was still a 
few irritating seconds away from it. 

Before I knew what was going on, Jana was out from under me and nuzzling her 
nose into my crotch. She knew the kid had left me-high and dry, and she was 
taking things into her own hands. 

"Don't worry, love," she gasped, her voice barely audible, "I'll bring you 
off ... I'll bring you off!" 

I was too far gone to complain. I allowed the teen-ager to slip her tongue 
into my snatch and do what she wanted. I was so goddamned hot I guess I 
would have let a baboon suck me off if one had been around. I slid to the 
bed on my back with Jana hard at work every inch of the way. I had to admit 
she knew what she was doing, all right. A few flicks of her tongue against 
my clit and I came like a bitch. 

As soon as I came I instinctively moved over against Bobby ... he was the 
one I wanted, even if he had let me down in the clinch. I looked back at 
Jana and saw-that she still hadn't made it. She was lying on her side with 
her legs shaking and her fingers really flying. 

"Bobby," I whispered, "help her out, will you? it was her that brought us 
both off, and yet she doesn't have it for herself yet. Hop over there and 
lick her cunt 'till she gets off." 

He readily did as I asked. Since she darned near had it made anyway, the 
addition of his young lips to her cunt finished her off royally. She 
whimpered a lot and gripped his head between her thighs and really appeared 
to have a great one. 

I pulled Bobby back to me and cradled bin head against my tits for awhile. 
We were all so tired we lay and rested for several minutes before anyone 
spoke. And when some one did, it was Caroline. 

"Wow," she said, her voice whispery with awe, "that's the neatest thing I've 
seen yet. You were all going at it. It was so groovy I brought myself off 
twice just from seeing you." 

I had as much as forgotten all about her. I looked over and saw that she was 
sitting against the door. I'd been so busy with Bobby that I hadn't even 
noticed her having a climax at all, much less two in a row. She had her 
dress back down over her legs, but she was holding her panties in her hand. 

She saw me looking at them and lamely said, "I didn't want to put them back 
on with my pussy so stinky. I dripped so much juice all over myself that I'm 
quite a mess down there. I need to go take a shower before I wear any 
panties." 

The three of us on the bed roused ourselves and sat up. I felt slightly 
embarrassed about letting Jana lick my cunt, but shit, it was done in the 
heat of passion, I rationalized. Surely she had seen that I was so hot I 
wasn't really responsible for myself. 

Jana and Caroline left together after profusely thanking me for giving them 
a place to meet. After they left I had the pleasure of giving Bobby a bath. 
I soaped and scrubbed every inch of his little body. Near the end of his 
bath I became so worked by the handling of his legs and arms and the rest of 
his cute little bed that I was forced to lean over the tub and suck him off 
one more time before letting him go. I did it nice and slow, savoring the 
wonderful feel of his tiny stiff dick in my mouth 'till I felt it quake with 
passion. Then I took his two balls gently in hand and massaged them lightly 
and carefully, at the same time moving my lips up and down his cock as 
though sucking a popsicle. 

That did it. He had a spasm of shivering and climaxed with his lovely little 
organ inside my mouth. Nothing came out, of course, but by this time I was 
accustomed to that with kids. I knew that he had come in every other way, 
and his satisfied expression confirmed it. I had a thought of how it might 
be in a few years when he could shoot some spunk out of his prick, and hoped 
I would be around to suck the wonderful stuff off his cock and swallow it. 

I gave his tool a brief washing, then dried him off and sent him packing to 
his room. 

"Hey, can we do things like this together again?" he asked at the door 
before leaving. "Can I come see you a lot? You really make me feel good when 
we get naked and do things." 

"What do you think, you little rascal?" I said. "Sure you can. I'll tell you 
when. There are a few more boys I like to have fuck me too, you know. And 
there are apparently plenty of other girls who like you to do it to them, 
too. Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get together again before long." 

The next day at lunch Carrie fell into step with me on the way back to our 
classes. "Got a minute?" she asked. 

When I said I did she suggested we stop by one of the little patio tables in 
the courtyard, where we wouldn't "be disturbed." Unusual talk for a girl 
like Carrie. 

She got right to the point. in a burst of confidence, she said there was a 
reason for her rejection of sex with any of the kids around school. Her 
boyfriend up north, she admitted, was a masochist, and loved for her to beat 
him in fact that was the only he could get off, and he insisted that she do 
it. At first she had only done it to please him, but had eventually begun to 
enjoy administering the beatings. His special thing was being bound hand and 
foot and then having her tease him to orgasm in the most tantalizing manner 
she could dream up. The more she played the part of sadist, the more she 
became one, she said. And after four years of such a relationship, she 
considered herself a permanent devotee of such doings. 

I listened without a word to her tale. No wonder she had no time for 
acquiring a taste for younger boys. She had had her hands full with her own 
special form of debauchery. And seeing me with the whip, she then explained, 
had naturally made her curious to know more. She was not aware that any S&M 
sex ever went on at Brightwater. 

Why did she want to know about it there, if she had her boy friend to get it 
on with, I wanted to know? That was just the problem, she lamented. He had 
been transferred to Europe by his company the previous week, and their 
affair was ended. 

"But you've said you don't dig on kids," I reminded her. "How could. you get 
any kick out of screwing around with them even if there happened to be one 
who was turned on to being a masochist?" 

She leaned close and said, "To tell you the truth, Mime, I'm so excited by 
the bondage scene that I'd gladly accept any guy I could get. I'm so horny 
for it I'd even consider a guy of any age-I wouldn't even balk at taking on 
one of the kids here at school." 

She dropped her eyes with the last statement. She was ashamed to admit the 
truth about how intense her desire was, and only did so out of the sheerest 
need, it seemed. 

I told her I'd do what I could for her. That night I went to Percy's place 
and told him the whole story. Would Roger be interested, I wanted to know? 

"Well, well," he chuckled, "so our little Carrie wasn't nearly as 
straight-laced as she let on, huh? How do you like that? She was hiding her 
own secret all along." 

When he finished gloating over the news of Carrie's decadence, he said he 
was almost positive that Roger would go for her scene. 

"If he doesn't happen to like it, we'll make him do it anyway," Percy said, 
using his own brand of logic. "Who ever heard of a masochist getting what he 
wants? Their whole trip is getting what they don't want, right Millie." 

The very next night he arranged for Carrie and me to come to the basement 
biology lab and "have a little fun." He promised that Roger would be there. 
His own room, Percy said, might not be soundproof enough for our purposes. 

That afternoon I got a pleasant surprise. Carrie told me a little boy in her 
care-group had been talking about me. He had a crush on me, and would really 
love to "do naughty things," he had admitted to her. The boy turned out to 
be Kenny, the young ten-year-old who had arrived at school the same night as 
Caroline. When I found out who it was, I was eager to get with him. He was 
the kid, after all, with whom Kate had had sex the night she let me watch 
through the one-way mirror in the entrance hail. 

Carrie brought him along with her that night. Percy showed up with Roger ... 
right on time, and blind folded, of all things. "It'll add to the fun," he 
told Carrie and me before leading the boy in. When Kenny saw me he said to 
Carrie, "Hey, you really did bring me to see Millie, didn't you? I thought 
you might be just fooling me." 

The five of us entered the biology lab and were led by Percy to a rear room. 
It was dank and rather dark even with all available lights on, something 
like a dungeon. Kenny thought it was all pretty weird about Roger being 
blindfolded, but when he saw the same fate wasn't about to befall him he 
calmed down about it. 

At the rear of the room there were various devices that had been used to 
restrain animals for lab experiments. Tonight they were to be put to a very 
different use, however. Percy placed Carrie's hand on Roger's arm and told 
him. "I'm turning you over to someone else now. Needless to say, my boy, 
you'd better do exactly as I say or she may punish you severely. Do you 
understand?" 

Roger nodded and gave a tremulous, "Yes." 

When Kenny took all this in, he became scared again and asked me what was 
going to happen. He pressed against me, his head even with my breasts, and 
watched with concern. I told him not to worry, that nothing would happen to 
him, that it was all a little game. I welcomed the closeness of him to my 
tits, and put my arm around him like a mother. But my thoughts were very 
unmaternal. I was thinking how the kid had looked the night Kate induced him 
to display his little cock to Caroline as a part of her little self-styled 
"sex education" program. How hot he had become after Kate let him feel her 
up. And how he had responded after she got his pants off. 

I began to pat his ass as we watched the proceedings, and he rubbed his head 
against my tits with more and more fervor. Although I wasn't wearing a bra I 
did have a blouse on. I wondered how he would like feeling them with nothing 
in between our skin. 

Carrie went right to work. She told Roger to sit down and do what she said. 
She tied his hands behind him and leaned over toward his face, putting her 
tits right under his nose. She asked him what he smelled and he said he 
smelled something "real nice." 

Carrie told him that although he couldn't take the blindfold off and look, 
he could touch her with his face. But first he had to unbutton the front of 
her blouse with his tee. 

"What you smell is the perfume on my tits, Roger," she said. "I took a long, 
hot bath just before I came here, and I put a few drops of my favorite 
perfume between my fits and on my nipples. If you can get my buttons undone 
you can smell it-and me-a lot better." 

Carrie's method of mistreating a boy was different from mine. She never 
yelled or tried to scare him. She just teased him after he was tied up and 
talked dirty to him. It gave her a charge to tease and tantalize without 
delivering the goods, 'till the boy was nearly desperate for release. 

She had to get on her knees in front of him as he was sitting down. He 
worked and worked trying to get her buttons loose, but it was very hard to 
do. And to make matters worse, she wouldn't let him put his nose against her 
skin 'till he had them all unbuttoned. So he had to work on and on, with her 
naked tits right in front of his nose. He could smell them, but he couldn't 
touch. Once he accidentally grazed one, and she promptly slapped him across 
the front of his pants with a thin piece of wood. 

When she did that I saw a big lump in his pants that wasn't there before. 
Percy stepped near me and, whispering, asked me if I'd told her what a big 
cock Roger had. I told him I hadn't mentioned it, and he said she had a big 
surprise in store. 

He finally got all the buttons off and at last he got to touch her tit with 
his face. But she only let him touch the very tip of one nipple for a couple 
of seconds. His cock took another jump in his pants, and the sight of it 
made my mouth water. I moved my hand from Kenny's ass to the front of his 
pants and began toying, with his fly. I was rewarded with a solid stiffness 
inside. 

Percy noticed what I was doing and began to edge toward Kenny from the other 
side. 

I stopped him with a stare and when be moved again I stepped close and 
whispered, "Come on, no fair. You said you'd bring Kenny here for me. It's 
not fair of you to horn in. You admitted that I set Bobby up for you, right? 
Well Kenny's mine for tonight, okay?" And I frowned sternly. He reluctantly 
agreed. 

"But at least I get to watch, don't I?" he said. 

"I don't have to leave, do I?" 

I told him I didn't care for him watching as long as he kept his hands off 
Kenny. To show his good will, he took up a new position on the other side of 
the room and turned his attention to Roger and Carrie, who were now getting 
down to spades. 

She had her blouse all the way off as well as her skirt, and wore nothing 
but panties and a pair of sheer stockings with a wide band of elastic at the 
top. She had made him remove his pants and shirt, but refused to let him 
take his shorts off. By now she could see that he had a damned big cock and 
I think she must have been looking forward with great relish to what would 
follow. 

She put her thigh in front of his face and told him be could do anything he 
wanted to to her legs if he would take the elastic in his mouth and strip 
off her stockings. 

That seemed to excite him. "Can I rub my face up and down them?" he asked. 
"Can I smell them all I want? They ... they really smell good. I can smell 
them right now." 

She said be could. But only after dragging them off with his teeth and ups. 

"Can I ... can I go higher?" he asked nervously. "Will you let me put my 
mouth on you way up high and ... and kiss you anywhere I want can I kiss you 
way up in the crotch?" 

She chuckled huskily. "I might," she replied. "I might, if you do everything 
well." 

She put her thighs to his mouth and be finally got one off over her foot. 
The stocking slid down her leg and off like magic, once he got a good bold 
on it. He rubbed his face up her leg and got as far as her knee before she 
stopped him. 

"Both of them," she demanded. 

After five more minutes of struggle he got the other stocking off and began 
hungrily licking her legs inside the thighs and out. Kenny was getting 
pretty turned on from seeing Carrie's pretty legs and naked tits. I slipped 
his hand into my blouse and showed him he was welcome to play with them. His 
cock jumped inside his pants, and I unzipped his fly. 

"Time to get this thing out," I said, "don't you think?" 

I deftly slipped it out and started jacking him off, real nice and slow. He 
squeezed my tits and felt around for the nipples. 

Carrie was letting him lick her legs all the way up to her snatch now. When 
his tongue got to the legs of her tight-fitting panties Roger's cock surged 
out of his jockey shorts and showed its red head against his stomach. 

She tapped it hard with her little flat stick and told him to keep it 
inside. 

"If you let it get out again before I tell you," she warned quietly, "I'll 
whip it 'till it wilts." 

She made him lie down on his back and straddled his chest. Her bulging 
crotch was just a few inches from his nose. He sniffed, and tried to raise 
his face to reach it, but she kept an inch or two ahead of him all the time. 
His cock was dangerously close to busting out again. She told him to take it 
out and play with it. Having it come out of its own accord was one thing, 
but getting it out by hand and jerking off in front of everybody was 
another. When he finally did it, his face was red as a beet. Then she made 
matters worse by telling him he'd better not shoot off or she'd swat him 
with the stick 'till he bled. He had to wait 'till she was ready to have him 
do it. 

Then she started saying all kinds of dirty things to him to make it more 
difficult to keep from coming. 

"Do you like to play with that cock, honey?" she said. 

But before he could answer, she clapped her hand over his mouth and just 
kept firing words at him in a real soft, sexy voice. 

"When did you first jack off, huh?" she asked. 

"When did you first see a girl's pussy? 

"Have you ever eaten a girl out? 

"Do you like to smell a. girl's cunt? 

"Would you like to put that big prick of yours up my pussy and have me 
squeeze it and rub it and slide my hot meat up and down 'till you got your 
nuts-off?" 

The kid was having a terrible time. All the while he listened she was 
rubbing her panties in his face. When she had him fairly gasping for breath 
she finally told him he could take her panties off again with his teeth. 

By the time be had completed that little chore, Kenny and I were a long way 
along the road. I was strip-ass naked and so was he. I had him sitting on 
the floor in front of me with his ass touching my wet pussy and my hand 
working on his little prick. I turned him around and we sat facing each 
other. I .pulled him onto my lap and then slowly lowered myself backwards so 
that his cock fell right into place. When he felt it bury itself to the hilt 
in my cunt he made a noise in his throat and began to pump. 

He had forgotten all about Carrie and Roger now that I was giving him some 
pussy, but I could still see them from my position, and the sight of them 
made my own fucking that much more enjoyable. 

She was still talking to him, but now she had her panties off and was having 
him tongue her out. She had taken over the job of frigging his, cock too. I 
could tell she must be through playing games and ready to get a cuntful of 
his big heavy prick. Yet she was still blabbing to him without even waiting 
for any comment from him at all. It seemed like she got as much fun out of 
saying the things as he did out of hearing them. 

"You better give me a nice long tuck." 

"Put your balls between my legs and let me feet when you fuck me, will you?" 

"Take a mouthful of tit and suck it like a baby." All the things she was 
telling him to do were impossible in his present position and she knew it. 
That was her final tease. He would've have probably been unable to stop from 
shooting off if she had pushed him any farther, and I think she was well 
aware of it. She untied his hands and dragged him onto her, but still 
wouldn't let him take his blindfold off. She took her little stick and began 
swatting him with it on the ass as she guided him into the hairy crack of 
her pussy. 

Now they were really rolling. As soon as she felt his big prick in her, she 
lost all desire to tease him. She wanted the thing, she wanted as much as 
she could get of it, and she wanted it fast and hard. The double pleasure of 
seeing his cock sock into her while Jenny's was giving my pussy the business 
raised me to the boiling point. 

"Fuck me as hard as you can, Kenny," I urged. "I'm about to get my cookies. 
Urn ummm ... that's it. Oh shit, I'm really getting there ... I'm gonna oh 
shit ... oh my God ... shiiiit!" 

I came off good and proper. I hugged Kenny tight and squeezed his little 
prick with my cunt muscles 'till he vibrated like crazy and then dropped on 
me like a limp rag. 

I just lay there for a while, coming down off that nice high a little at a 
time, letting my breathing get regular, slowly relaxing. I could hear Roger 
and Carrie still going at it, but I didn't pay any attention. All I wanted 
was to let the delicious afterglow unwind me. 

It wasn't to be, though. Because the roof fell in on us all of a sudden just 
then. Right at that moment, the door burst open, and Kate rushed in, hair 
disheveled, face flushed. She was out of breath she'd been running-and the 
first words she tried to tell us were all but unintelligible. 

I sat up, not too quickly. "Say," I said. "Slow down and give us that one 
over again. Calm down, honey. I can't understand a word you're saying." 

"Quick," she gasped. "For God's sake, get some clothes on. All of you. Mid 
hurry. There's no time to lose." 

"What's the matter?" I said a bit crossly. I was more than a little annoyed 
at the interruption, and wished she'd get to the point. 

"Damn it, Millie, get dressed!" she said angrily. "The campus is simply 
crawling with police. Somebody's spilled the beans." 

I looked at her in horror. "You mean...? " 

"You're damned right," she said, a little bitterly. "The whole thing." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

She filled me in as we went up the stairs. We'd tidied up the kids, with 
Carrie helping, and sent them off before I finished dressing, but there'd 
almost been too much excitement, while we were ail getting decent, to do 
much communicating. The problem (Thank God! I thought to myself) wasn't with 
any of the kids-Kenny, Caroline, Bobby, Kenny, Petey, Roger or Jana-that I'd 
been making it with there on campus. The trouble, it appeared, was with 
Percy-and with Ian. And the cat had been let out of the bag on both of them 
with their really freaky obsessions, which were much farther out, I thought, 
than most of ours at about the same time. 

With Ian, it had been a visit back home by one of the kids he'd "broken in," 
a ravishingly beautiful little eight-year-old girl named Stephanie who had 
come to Brightwater a few months before term ended last season.' Stephanie 
had liked what he'd done, it'd seemed to Ian (he'd talked to Kate about that 
evening, after sending the little girl back to her room). But she'd had a 
sort of backlash thing about it. Perhaps it'd been the parents and their 
strict upbringing. They were some sort of fundamentalist religious 
sectarians, and God alone knew just what they'd been thinking when they sent 
their kid to Brightwater, of all places. 

Anyhow, the girl had had all sorts of guilt feelings about doing "nasty" 
things. Ian had frightened her, coming on so strong. And we'd made a mistake 
in not following up that first evening; if you let them get to thinking 
about things, it seemed, they often had relapses into their former 
attitudes, whereas if somebody came along right afterward and gave them a 
good loving-up, they usually settled into a relaxed and guilt-free point of 
view and started enjoying themselves and their stay at Brightwater. 

But we (I say we, even if I hadn't been in on it: by now I thought of myself 
as part and parcel of the place) blew our chance, and she started staying 
away from the other kids, and worrying and fretting, and nobody got to her 
and talked it out with her. And when the kids took a long weekend off to see 
their parents, she'd gone home with this big load of guilt and tension ... 
and, under parental prodding, it'd come out. All of it. 

But that wasn't the worst of it. Percy's kid had been a boy, and, confronted 
by the cops with overwhelming evidence, he'd broken. And he'd told all. 

"Kate," I said, stopping dead. "You mean...." 

"Yes," she said, looking me hard in the eye. "But we may have a chance yet. 
Some of us. It all depends on whether they believed Percy." 

"Or whether we can shake him up on the stand," I suggested. 

"Oh, Millie," she said, putting one hand to her mouth. "I forgot to tell 
you. It's past all that now. He slit his wrists. The first minute they left 
him alone. Re's dead. Percy's dead." 

"Oh, no!" I said. But inside, I was secretly glad. One less witness! And 
now, if we could keep the kids cool and get them to keep their mouths 
shut.... 

As we came out of the building, though, I looked around. And, just as she'd 
said, the place was alive with cops. And-speak of the devil!-there went Ian, 
cuffed, head down, in the company of two oversized plainclothesmen. Their 
faces were grim; his was empty, disconsolate, dead. I remember thinking 
that, given half a chance, Ian would probably take Percy's way out. And, 
sure enough, only a day later, he hanged himself in his cell. 

But right now my thoughts were only of myself. And I was rehearsing my story 
all the way into the big office where a police lieutenant named Myers was 
taking statements from faculty members and reminding them of their rights. 
By the time he got to me, I had a coherent story all rigged up, and was 
trying to think of how I could take the kids aside and get our stories 
straight. I went out of there thinking of myself as a pretty cool customer, 
able to deal with just about any situation, no matter the cost. 

That feeling held up for a day, at least. School was suspended while the 
investigation went on, of course, and we were told not to leave the area. 
But I was sure that didn't mean I couldn't go to town and do a little 
shopping or go to a movie. And that's just what I did the next day. I picked 
up a dress and a nice pair of shoes, and I went to a matinee, with a real 
1940's tearjerker playing, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. And when I came 
back to my room that afternoon I-was in as good a mood as I could ask to be 
in, considering the circumstances. 

That's why I was so completely taken unaware by the envelope I found shoved 
under my door, with the words "Miss Ward" printed in block letters on the 
front. 

I didn't even open it at first. I put away my new things, and I kicked off 
my shoes and padded into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower and washed 
my hair first. And it wasn't until I'd fixed myself a drink and curled up in 
my big chair in my robe that I noticed the envelope, still sitting on the 
bed where I'd left it. 

Curious, I got up and went over to the bed. It was a big Kraft-paper 
envelope, nine by twelve or so, and it had some sort of stiffener inside. It 
was fairly heavy, as if there were quite a bit of paper inside. Still no 
more than curious, I sat, down on the bed and opened it. 

And there it all was. 

In picture one-they were eight-and-a-half by eleven glossies-I was lying on 
my back on a beach towel, my boobs bare, and Gilbert, the fifteen-year-old 
I'd met on the beach, was playing with myself. 

There was a look of aroused lust on my face: I was daring him to go farther. 
And be was enjoying the hell out of himself. 

"My God I" I said, catching my breath. 

In picture two I was naked, my back arched with pleasure, begging him for 
it. And he had just slipped his shorts down his legs, and there was that 
gorgeous young cock of his-fat, fiery red, hard as a stick, with the 
foreskin peeled back invitingly-pointing at me like a yardarm, and he was 
getting readier by the second. 

I gasped. 

In picture three we were tucking. Going at it hot and heavy. And I had both 
my hands down on the cheeks of his bard young ass, pulling him strongly into 
me. They were terrific pictures, and you could see the fine film of sweat on 
me as we rutted hungrily. My-eyes were glazed over with desire. 

In picture four. 

Well, here was where somebody started winding up the camera a little more 
often. The pix started coming thick and fast, with no more than a couple of 
seconds between shots in the photos I came across like a wild woman. There 
was a look of sheer animal heat and ruttishness on my face in every one of 
them, and the mad rush of lust and sex-hunger that had come over me was 
apparent with every successive shot. 

In picture four he was just lying there, exhausted. His dick was lying limp 
in a pool of wet jism on his belly, which was slick and wet with his sperm 
and with my own mixed-in juices. And I was bending over him, one hand barely 
touching the soft skin of his limp cock, my open lips groping for him in 
obvious hunger. 

In picture five I was licking the cream off his soft little cock. From the 
look on my face, it was the most delicious stuff I'd ever tasted. And his 
cock was stirring slightly. It was a little bigger than in the previous 
shot. 

In picture six I was licking the cream off his balls. There was a drop of 
sperm glistening on my chin. I was half-smiling. And his cock was sticking 
stiffly up against me, lying against my cheek, the glands poking proudly out 
of the peeled-back foreskin. 

In the next picture he was sucking me off, and I was playing with his cock 
and having the time of my life. 

And in the last, the unknown photographer had simply outdone himself. Re had 
caught the very moment of ejaculation, when Gilbert's cock shot off in my 
hand and the jism came rocketing out of the end of it and spurted all over 
my fingers onto the sand. From the looks of me I was having a fine time too, 
with his face buried in my cunt and his unseen tongue working away like 
crazy.... 

"My God!" I said, as soon as I could catch my breath. Who could have done 
it? Who could have shot this stuff? 

And then I remembered. The two kids who'd been watching me before Gilbert 
had showed up. The ones who'd been making the suggestive remarks. I'd 
guessed they were Brightwater kids, but I didn't have any names. And now I 
simply had to get to them before the cops did. 

But how? Most of them had been sent home during the suspension of classes. 

I had another drink and started to worry. And that led to another drink. And 
I cried for a while. And then I sat and stared at the floor, and tried to 
think. 

And then I. looked at the pictures again. 

And ... well, it was strange in the middle of my worrying and fretting, I 
started getting hot. Really! Those were fantastic pictures! 

I got up and looked at them again. 

And then I sat down on the bed and opened my legs a little so I could get at 
myself a little better. As I flipped through the stack with one hand, I 
slipped a. couple of fingers of the other inside my robe and found my own 
hot and suddenly juicy bush. And I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my lap as 
I stuck a finger inside my slit and started working on myself. 

Jesus! Have you ever seen porno pictures of yourself? The effect is 
fantastic! 

I flipped through pix one and two, lingering lovingly for a moment over the 
nice shot of that beautiful hard cock of his poking out at me in picture two 
before discarding it and getting down to the really nice stuff. 

And sure enough, there were were in picture three, fucking away like crazy. 
Both of us naked. 

Naked! I couldn't have imagined beforehand what the sight of my own naked 
body would do to me, right there, shameless on the open sand, with a naked 
boy on top of me, tucking the day lights out of me. It was marvelous! I 
stuck three fingers up my wet snatch and went to work even harder. 

And in picture four ... God! 

There he was, lying exhausted on his back, naked as I was. And I was 
shamelessly bending over him, an eager and sexed-up look on my face, my 
mouth open, reaching for his cock! 

And in picture five I was licking it! Licking the come off it! Getting it 
hard again! I was hot as a pistol now; I went to work on my cut, faster and 
faster. And to make things easier, I lay on my back, holding the photo up to 
look at it, spreading my legs as far apart as I possibly could, reaching 
inside myself to find wet juice to rub on my inflamed clit and grease it up 
for a nice slimy come. 

And that's just how they found me when they pushed the door open. Both of 
them. With mean, confident smiles on their faces, they stood there, taking 
it all in. There I was, a porno picture in one hand, with my to be open all 
the way down front, legs sticking out and pussy wide open, trigging the hell 
out of myself and coming like crazy. And there, watching me, were the two 
guys who'd got me that way, with their damned pictures. 

I was mad as hell. I jumped out of bed, pulled my robe shut, and confronted 
them. "Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here like this?" I said 
sharply. "Get out, both of you!" 

The left-hand one smiled insinuatingly. "We came for our pictures," he said. 
"Or for whatever you want to pay for them." 

"What do you mean?" I said. 

"He means those," the other one said, pointing to the crumpled glossy in my 
hand. "The pussy pictures you just starred in." 

"Oh, that," I said. "Here." I picked up the whole stack, ripped them into 
small pieces, and threw them at their feet. "That should show you what I 
think of them." 

"Lady," said the first one, "that's gonna cost you. You know we still have 
the negatives in a safe place." He grinned meanly. "I got half a mind to 
send another set to the newspapers. Or have 'em blown up for discotheque 
posters. Or put on T-shirts." 

"What do you want?" I said. I wasn't so sure of thyself now. They had me 
over a barrel, with this scandal ready to break any day now and with my only 
hope being the fact that, so far, nobody had testified against me but poor 
Percy, who was dead and beyond the reach of any subpoena. 

"I don't have very much money...." 

"Well, I don't know," said the first boy. "Maybe you could work it out in 
trade. Somehow." 

I gave him a look. "What do you want?" 

"Well, just for openers, get that robe off," he said. He had a nasty smile 
on his face and he stood before me, hands on hips, dressed in funky jeans 
and boots. I did as he said. "Now," he continued, "get down on your hands 
and knees on the floor here before me and let's see if you're still as good 
as you were in the pictures. Eddie?" 

The other boy went back out of the door and returned with a big suitcase. He 
put it on the bed and opened it as I knelt before the kid and looked up at 
him. Then I looked over at the other boy. He was taking out a movie camera 
and lighting equipment 

"Not" I said, starting to get up. "I won't. You can't make me...." 

He grabbed me by the hair with one hand and slapped me twice, hard, with the 
other. "Shut up," he said. "If you're good to us, maybe we'll only make one 
print of it to keep for ourselves. Maybe we'll give you the negatives of the 
stills and keep only one print. But there ain't no way you're going to get 
every last print of this, stills or movies. If we gave you every-thing we 
had, who's to stop you from going to the cops yourself to prefer charges for 
blackmail? No, we're gonna keep one each of everything. Maybe if you're good 
we'll give you the negatives, but in the meantime, baby, smile you're on 
candid camera." 

I looked at him, thunderstruck. Out of the side of my eye I could make out 
the other kid setting up camera and lights. "Wait," he said. "I wanta get 
all of it on film. Don't start yet." 

And I waited. But when I tried to sit down on my heels and rest for a 
moment, the boy standing before me yanked hard on my hair again and slapped 
me, even harder than before. "Wait," he said roughly. I waited. "Now," he 
said at last. "Now suck me off for the nice birdie." 

I hesitated, suddenly seeing the years stretching out before me, the years 
of worry and fear, of payoffs made in frightened haste, of this eternal, 
degrading, dehumanized sex with a pair of perverted animals-the one a 
sadistic beast, the other a voyeuristic photo freak-and with no respite from 
their persecution, on assurance, ever, that I'd be free of their blackmail 
schemes or their threats. 

I swear, in that one moment, I saw it all, condensed into a brutal and 
horrifying vision lasting no more than a second or two-all the years I've 
spent since, alone and on the run from them, from city to city, desperately 
trying to snatch a few weeks happiness, only to see them turn up once again 
on my doorstep, right at the worst possible moment, insistent and insolent. 

I didn't see the details: the lovers lost, the marriage annulled, the jobs 
chucked down the drain. All I saw was the bard and unbending face of the 
future itself, of the cruel and heartbreaking years ahead of me. And I 
thought, miserably, what if.... 

But just then the hard hand swept across my face again, slapping me until my 
ears rang. "Now!" he said in a cold voice. "Get started!" 

I reached for his zipper, my eyes wet and glazed. "Sure," I said bitterly. 
"Why not?" 


THE END
