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story_codes: M/g, first, cons

story_intro: Claridge teacher Roger Hillman is sober when he receives a visit from Kathy, the ten year-old he sodomized in a drinken haze nearly two weeks earlier. Pretty soon, he needs a drink.

story_language: English




Claridge Academy, part 8

Written by madvlad


Note: See previous parts for the description and background of the characters and plotlines (particularly Part 3). Part 8 takes place on the Tuesday after Part 6 ends.


	It was just after lunch and Meagan Andrews paused on a paved path to watch some squirrels apparently chasing each other. It was a warm and sunny day and the kindergartener giggled as she watched the animals at play.

	By a stroke of unfortunate luck, Meagan's older sister, Sue happened to be walking in her direction. The sixteen year-old was in a foul mood, having received a 'D' on a history exam she had barely studied for. Why she should have to waste time learning about people long dead was beyond her. The sight of her little sister enjoying the weather and laughing at some stupid fucking rodents just increased her anger.

	Sue paused to look around. This area of the path curved around the science building at one end and was hidden by trees at the other bend. There was no one else in sight, so she decided to relieve some frustration. She began to run toward her sister, who was oblivious to her presence. As she reached Meagan, she gave a sweeping kick to the side with her left leg, planting her foot firmly into the little girl's stomach.

	Meagan gave an "oof" sound as the breath was knocked out of her. Sue turned sharply off the patch and jogged on the grass past the side of the science building, only slowing once she knew she was safely out of view of anyone else of anyone who might approach from either end of the path. Sure enough, she soon heard some voices crying out and peeked from behind the corner of the building as several small figures raced to where her sister was lying on the path. Feeling a little better about herself, Sue casually walked away.

	Roger Hillman was enjoying his stroll when he heard several young cries of alarm. He increased his pace on the path and spied several girls clustered around a small form lying on the ground. Breaking into a run, he quickly reached the group. A little girl was clutching her stomach and rocking herself forward and back with no sound coming from her open mouth. Her face was red and her eyes were wet.

	Having taught rambunctious young boys in his native England before coming to Claridge a little over a year ago, he recognized the problem and gently sat the little girl upright and gave her upper back. The child gasped and took in a deep, rattling breath before she began crying out loud. Hillman had been correct - the girl had gotten the wind knocked out of her.

	The teacher looked up at the other girls. As he was just starting his second year at the school and taught high school English, he did not recognize any of these children as they were all too young for his classes. Two were quite small, particularly the one with white blonde hair. He guessed that they were in kindergarten, perhaps along with the crying girl. The other three girls were several years older. One of them had short brown hair and, for some reason he couldn't fathom, seemed to regard him with fear.

	"What happened?" he inquired.

	"I don't know," said one of the older girls. "Linda, Kathy and I were walking when we heard these two yell. We came over and saw this other little girl on the ground. Then you got here."

	"Did you see anything?" Hillman asked the younger pair.

	They both shook their heads, their eyes wide with fright at the sight of their friend in distress.

	"Right. Well, we'd better get...what's her name?"

	"Meagan," the little girl who wore her more yellow blonde hair in a single thick braid volunteered.

	"Thank you. We'd better get young Meagan here to the infirmary just to make sure she's alright."

	Hillman easily scooped Megan up in his arms and began walking briskly to the infirmary. The other girls had to jog to keep up with him.

	Emily Bernstein, the nurse on duty was taking inventory of some medical supplied when the front door burst open with a teacher cradling a crying child in his arms strolling through. Several other girls arrived shortly after him.

	"You have a customer, Ms. Bernstein," he announced.

	"Put her on the table, Mr. Hillman."

	The nurse was a small woman in her early fifties who kept her graying hair tied neatly in a bun. She was constantly bustling about in her quick, efficient manner but always took the time to put her young patients at ease.

	"What happened?" she asked Hillman as she smiled warmly at Meagan and stroked her hair to calm the child.

	"No one has the specifics, but apparently someone came from behind young Meagan, here, and gave her a nasty blow to the stomach, knocking the air from her. I felt it best that you examine her just be sure there are no further issues."

	"Uh huh. Good call."

	Emily pressed on Meagan's abdomen in several places. The girl winced when the nurse touched the area where Sue's foot had struck.

	"Alright Megan, I'm going to take your clothes off down to the underpants and socks so we can get a better look at you," Emily told the girl.

	Meagan laid still while the nurse quickly removed her blazer, blouse, skirt and shoes. Hillman had started to move away from the examination table when Meagan looked to him with pleading eyes. Well experienced with young students Emily called to the teacher and then addressed Meagan's companions.

	"Mr. Hillman, I think Meagan would feel better if her rescuer stayed by her side. You other girls can stay in the room if you'd like, but please remain quiet."

	Hillman smiled down at Meagan as she reached to take his hand for comfort.

	"But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail," he recited, much to the little girl's confusion. "It's 'MacBeth'. Are you not familiar with the Bard of Avon?"

	Meagan shook her head as Emily laughed to herself.

	"Mr. Hillman, I believe they are teaching 'The Three Little Pigs' in kindergarten. Shakespeare is a few years off."

	Hillman leaned closer to Megan and whispered theatrically "I recommend you implore your teacher to start now. You don't know what you're missing."

	Meagan started to giggle, but then flinched as Emily probed where she had been struck. Hillman stood upright again and watched as the nurse worked. Although his preference was for young boys (after his marriage to a woman his age ended quite nastily), he found himself admiring the little girl's soft body. Her skin was smooth and hairless like a boy's as was the flat chest. Her brown hair, cut to end just below her ears, was barely short enough to be suitable for a longer haired lad. There was even a small bulge in the crotch of her panties, but he knew the hidden contents were entirely female. Still, he found his prick beginning to stir.

	"Stop it!" he thought to himself. This was not the time or place, particularly with a little child in pain. He looked over to the other two kindergartners, who with their clothing and long hair still looked safely girlish.

	"And what are your names?"

	"Gretchen," said the little girl with the braid.

	"I'm Whitney," said the even smaller one.

	Hillman smiled at them both before turning back to Meagan.

	"Don't worry, young Meagan," he said loudly enough for the other girls to hear. "Your friends Gretchen and Whitney are here to see you through this ordeal."

	Meagan looked over to see her friends standing on the other side of the room.

	"Well, Meagan," Emily announced. "It looks like you got kicked."

	"How do you know?" Hillman asked.

	"Look at the welt," the nurse replied, tracing a finger over a puffy red line forming on Meagan's stomach. "That's from a shoe. I should know - I've seen plenty of them here, though usually on the shins after a pick-up game of soccer. She'll be alright, but I'm going to have her stay here for a while with an ice pack to keep the swelling down. The only question is who would do this?"

	"Her big sister is really mean," Whitney said solemnly as Gretchen nodded in agreement.

	"Who's her sister?" Emily asked.

	"Her name is Sue," Gretchen replied.

	"As in Sue Andrews?"

	"Uh huh."

	"That would explain a lot," Emily muttered to Hillman. "I pity Meagan for having someone like that in the family."

	"Yes, she has been more than a handful," Hillman agreed quietly.

	He turned back to the girls again. One of the older ones, perhaps nine or ten years old, with the short brown hair who had been eyeing him strangely had gone pale at the mention of Sue's name.

	"However troublesome Susan Andrews has been, we cannot rightly accuse her if there were no witnesses. Now, since Nurse Bernstein has matters well in hand with our friend Meagan, we should all proceed to our classrooms. I'll write notes to your teachers explaining your tardiness. As for me, I shall have to face the wrath of my eager students who will no doubt be put off by the delay of my lecture on Chaucer."

	That evening at six o'clock, shortly after a sandwich instead of dinner in the dining hall, Hillman was relaxing with a drink in his cottage and some man-boy porn playing on a DVD. As Wednesdays were usually the day he made essay assignments due, those evenings were spent busily grading papers. Hence, Hillman reserved his Tuesday nights for gratuitous pleasure. On screen, a man-sized cock was working at great speed in and out of the well-greased ass of a nine year-old boy when Hillman heard a knock on his front door.

	Sighing, he set his drink down and paused the DVD. He went to the door and opened it, finding the brown-haired girl who had been acting strangely around him this afternoon. Now, she looked even more uncomfortable and perhaps frightened.

	"Mr. Hillman?" she asked.

	"Yes."

	"I...I need to talk to you about something."

	Suspecting she had perhaps seen Meagan's attacker, but was too scared to say something earlier, Hillman invited her in and had to prompt her to introduce herself.

	"My name is Kathy. Kathy Stepnowski."

	"I am pleased to meet you, Kathy. Do you know something about Susan or one of her friends - particularly with what happened this afternoon?"

	"No. But almost two weeks ago, they did something very bad to me one night."

	"Have you told anyone?"

	"No."

	"Well, I'll do what I can to assist you, but why come to me?"

	Kathy squirmed and looked like she was on the verge of crying.

	"Good God, child. What is it?"

	"Well...you did something bad to me that night too."

	This startled and confused the teacher, who could not recall ever having laid eyes on Kathy before today.

	"You must be mistaken, I..."

	"No! It was two weeks ago on Thursday. Sue and her friends grabbed me and brought me here. They made me get undressed and tied me down. And they put a gag in me so I couldn't talk. Then you came in all drunk and saw me and then you...then you..."

	The girl couldn't finish as she collapsed into tears. Out of instinct, Huggins steadied the girl and hugged her to him. She kept crying and he could feel her tears seep through his shirt and t-shirt onto his shoulder. He tried to discern what could have possibly happened. Whatever it was, Kathy was certainly not faking her distress.

	Hillman was a creature of habit and Thursdays were the night he often went to an English style pub within walking distance of the academy for Newcastle beer on tap and Premier League action on the television. He often over-imbibed but didn't worry about driving. Now, two weeks ago...

	Hillman felt an icy know form in his stomach. His memory of that night was quite hazy, but he remembered waking up that morning thinking he had buggered a young boy. Could that have been Kathy?

	"Oh no," he croaked. "Did I...? I mean, I may have...but I didn't know...couldn't have known...I...I am so sorry. I will tender my resignation at once."

	Kathy stood up and wiped her eyes.

	"After you had gone to bed," she continued. "They took my underpants and put them in one of your dresser drawers."

	Hillman went to his bedroom and rummaged through his dresser. He returned looking deathly pale with a small pair of girl's panties in his hand. He handed them to her

	"I will tender my immediate resignation," he said quietly. "I will turn myself into the police, if you wish. I will do whatever else you ask."

	"But if you didn't mean to..." Kathy protested. "I don't want to get you in trouble. I just couldn't keep it a secret anymore and had to tell someone. When I saw how nice you were to Meagan and the other girls, today, I thought I could talk to you."

	She began crying again. Hillman led her to the couch and they sat down together. The teacher let her lean against him and cry until she was done. As her tears slowed, Kathy felt comforted by the teacher as he slowly rubbed his hand on her upper back.

	"Thank you," she said. "Your hand felt nice."

	"I'm sure your father does the same for you."

	"He used to, but that was a long time ago. He and my mom died in a plane crash when I was four and Eva was two. She doesn't even remember them now. We went to live with our Aunt Angela, who treats us okay, but doesn't like to do hugging or anything like that."

	"I take it Eva is your sister?"

	"Yes. She's in third grade here. I think Aunt Angela is glad we're here. She doesn't have any kids and doesn't know what to do with us. But she's kind of rich. So she sent me here when I was five and then Eva two years later."

	"I'm sorry to hear that. You seem like such a lovely child."

	"Thank you. Eva's really nice, too."

	They sat in uncomfortable silence until Hillman leaned forward and took his drink from the coffee table. He emptied the contents of the glass in one swallow and looked forlornly at the clean bottom.

	"I need another drink," he announced. "Do you want one?"

	"Oh!" Kathy replied, quite startled. "I don't think I'm supposed to..."

	"I think we went well past 'supposed to' two weeks ago. Don't worry; I know a concoction that will taste fine. After carrying your burden for all this time, you deserve a drink more than anyone else I know."

	He returned a few minutes later with his whiskey replenished and a tall glass of brown liquid for Kathy.

	"It's called a Long Island Iced Tea. It tastes like iced tea, but drink it very slowly because it packs a very healthy punch."

	Kathy took a tentative sip, then another, before asking him another question.

	"So...on that night, you thought I was a boy. Why do you do that to boys?"

	Hillman sighed, trying to figure out how to explain this to a ten year-old.

	"Part of it is physical attraction. And part of it was that my relationships were consensual and uncomplicated. If you knew what my marriage was like, you'd understand."

	"Oh. So you did things like that?" she asked, pointing to the frozen image on the television screen.

	Hillman nearly choked on his drink. He had completely forgotten about the DVD when he had put it on pause. When he had gone to answer the door, he had thought it would be a momentary interruption.

	"Er, yes. Like that."

	"Could I watch?"

	Hillman stared at Kathy, wondering what she was up to. But the girl was looking at the television, trying to make sense of what this was all about. The teacher reached for the remote and resumed the video. The pair sat on the couch and watched. As Hillman relaxed, he found himself becoming erect. He glanced over at Kathy and was surprised to see that the little girl had her hand on her skirt, softly rubbing it into her crotch as she stared open-mouthed at the television.

	"So you're enjoying this too?" he asked, bemused.

	"Huh? Oh!"

	Kathy blushed as she jerked her hand away, obviously mortified at what she had been doing.

	"It's alright, you know," he assured her.

	"I'm sorry. I don't know why I was doing that."

	"You mean you've never pleasured yourself before?"

	"Um. A couple of times something felt good when I was washing myself in the bath, but I didn't do it for very long."

	"Well you should. There's nothing wrong with that."

	Kathy looked back at the action on the screen.

	"Could you show me how to do it?" she asked.

	Her face was flushed. Hillman looked at her glass and saw that it was half empty. It was probably a combination of the alcohol and the video that had the girl aroused. Since he had already gone well past the point of return two weeks ago, he figured he had nothing to lose. Besides, he was finding himself becoming aroused by a little girl for the second time in one day.

	"Alright, just sit back on the couch and relax."

	To help preserve her modesty, Hillman left her completely dressed and simply slid his hand up one smooth leg and under her skirt. He reached the soft cotton panties and began to caress the small mound he found between her legs. Kathy sighed and opened her legs a little more as she continued to watch the video.

	As he continued to rub the fifth grader's crotch, he could feel her slit through the panties. He alternated between squeezing the soft flesh of her pussy and sliding a finger along the narrow trough. He pressed his finger in at the top of her slit and eventually felt her clit become erect. He rubbed the cotton cloth over the sensitive flesh, eliciting some small moans from Kathy.

	"This is so good," she murmured as she stroked his arm.

	Whenever they tried to have sex, Hillman's wife had always complained if he wasn't doing something exactly the way she wanted. It took him years to realize that no one in their right mind should be shrilly chastising their partner during sex. Now he had someone who was grateful for everything he was doing. Then she asked him another question.

	"When you were...doing stuff to the boys, were they always naked?"

	"Yes."

	"Should I be naked too?"

	"I'd like that, but only if you want to be."

	Kathy stood up on wobbly legs and removed her blouse before unbuttoning her skirt and sliding it down her legs. She pulled it from her ankles and remained bent over while she took off her shoes and socks. When she stood upright, Hillman spied a small damp spot in the crotch of her panties. Kathy was fiddling with her waistband when she noticed this too.

	"Oh, I'm sorry," she said as her face grew even more flushed. "I didn't know I had peed a little."

	"You didn't - the fluids you see are much different. That's just your body's way of saying it's enjoying what we're doing."

	Relieved, the girl slid her panties off and stood before him naked. At first, she held her hands in front of her crotch, but then she nervously moved them to her side. She stared hard at the floor, unable to look Hillman in the eye.

	For his part, Hillman was more than happy to gaze at Kathy's naked body. She was quite slim with a perfectly flat chest that had not yet begun to show the slightest hint of any breast development. Her legs were nicely formed and from his angle he could see one thigh flare out into the firm and gentle curve of a smooth buttock. Her small pussy was completely hairless and nestled snugly between her thighs.

	"Very nice. Very nice, indeed. But please come a little closer."

	Kathy shuffled closer and Hillman reached out to continue his fondling. The smooth skin of her sex was quite warm to the touch and she gasped as she felt his hand touch her bare girl flesh. He rubbed and squeezed the soft mount on either side with his outer fingers while his middle finger snaked along her tight slit and teased her clit form time to time. Kathy began breathing more heavily and started to hump herself into his hand. She was not completely aware of what she was doing but was acting on instinct.

	Hillman could feel Kathy's quim and his hand becoming wetter and wetter and the pressure between them increased. Suddenly, Kathy's half-closed eyes flew open and Hillman felt her cunny clench a little. With a surprised "ah!", Kathy's knees buckled, with Hillman catching her as she pitched forward.

	It took Kathy a minute to recover. She slid off Hillman's lap and straightened her position on the couch.

	"What happened to me?"

	"You had an orgasm. It's what happens when sex is good."

	"Oh," was all the girl could say as she looked down at her pussy in wonder.

	After a while, she spoke up again.

	"When you have an orgasm, is that when your penis squirts that white stuff."

	"Yes. It's my sperm."

	Kathy considered this before she asked her next question.

	"Could I please see your penis?"

	Hillman started to unzip his fly, but decided instead to remove his pants and shorts so that she could see everything. Kathy reached a tentative hand out to touch his penis. Gradually, she grew bolder; gliding her fingers along his hard shaft and fondling the rubbery head at the top. She was thinking of something and finally worked up the nerve to ask.

	"If you put your penis in a boy's rear end, do you put your penis in a girl's vagina, too?"

	Hillman's prick jerked in the girl's hand at the thought. It had been years since he had been inside a pussy and he had never been in one so young.

	"Yes," he croaked. "Do you want to try it?"

	"Uh huh."

	He had the girl get on his lap and up on her knees. And he lined his prick up to her virgin pussy.

	"I should warn you, it will hurt when it first goes in. But then it will get better."

	"You promise?"

	Hillman looked directly into Kathy's eyes.

	"I promise."

	Kathy put her hands on his shoulders as he gripped her waist and lowered her onto his cock. The child's bald cunt lips spread apart as she pushed his way in up to her hymen.
He paused to allow her to adjust to this initial intrusion, and then firmly pulled her down a bit more. Kathy cried out as she felt her membrane break apart. Something else began to feel warm and wet inside of her. She looked down and saw where there bodies were joined; the top of the man's penis disappearing between her spread legs.

	Slowly and carefully, Hillman pulled the girl further onto his cock until he reached her cervix about three inches inside of her. She was breathing heavily and had let out a few moans, but was taking her first penetration quite well. He rubbed her lit with his thumb. Between her recent orgasm and being stretched and pressed against Hillman's turgid meat, Kathy's little button was overly sensitized and she had a small, nearly instantaneous orgasm.

	Hillman pulled her up until only his head was still inside her. Her freshly opened cunt resisted releasing him, only letting his cock break free with a wet sucking sound. He could see the smears of blood on his shaft from her deflowering, but there didn't seem to be anything to be concerned about. He pushed her down again, and then moved his hands from her waist to her gloriously smooth and tight ass. The young flesh felt luxurious in his hands as he fondled her firm little cheeks.

	Gripping her by the ass, he raised and lowered her with increasing speed on his cock. A sleeve of wet friction was wrapped around his cock, making the cum begin to boil in his balls. He paused briefly to get himself under control so he could enjoy this longer. Kathy leaned forward and put her head on his shoulder and hugging his neck as he resumed fucking her.

	Kathy felt herself being pushed apart inside with each downward thrust, then squeezing back together as he pulled her back up. The intense rubbing of her pussy walls was more than the little girl could stand and she felt another climax build as she bounced helplessly on his cock. She was unable to say anything except for some meaningless mumbles. Then she felt his cock expanding even more inside of her.

	Hillman though Kathy had cum again but didn't bother to ask. The girl was talking wordlessly as he raised and lowered her and even her high voice was arousing to him. As he felt the first wave of semen burst from his balls, he pulled Kathy down and held her there with his prick pressed tightly against her cervix. As he came, he wanted to plant as much of his seed as deeply as possible inside the ten year-old's body.

	Kathy felt her already liquid insides get pumped with even more contents. She hugged Hillman's neck fiercely, burying her face in his chest. After years of being deprived of simple physical affection, she now had intimate contact both outside and in. She stayed this way for several minutes before she heard Hillman regretfully say it was getting late.

	She looked at a clock on the wall and was surprised to see it was nearly eight, the time she had to be back her dorm. Hillman gently lifted her from his cock and set her standing on the floor.

	"Oh! I'm bleeding!" she yelped as she saw a trickle of blood accompany the draining jism from her pussy.

	"That was just from your first time - it won't happen again. You can no longer count yourself among the ranks of the virgins, my dear."

	He helped Kathy clean herself up, and then wiped his prick as she was getting dressed. After putting his pants back on, he escorted her to the door and gave her a kiss on the mouth.

	"Usually, people do at that first," he chuckled. "But I must admit that this has not been a usual relationship. How are you now?"

	"Good. No, wonderful. Thank you for being so kind!"

	She threw arms around his sides and hugged him fiercely. He patted her back and gently rubbed the top of her head. Reluctantly, Kathy let him go. Hillman opened the door and let her through, bidding her a good night. She waved back with a small smile. Then she started to walk away before she paused and turned around.

	"Mr. Hillman?"

	"Yes?"

	"Can I come back again some time?"

	The following morning, Hillman was walking leaving the dining hall with several other teachers after breakfast when he felt something suddenly wrap around his leg. Startled, he looked down to see Meagan hugging his leg and smiling up at him. Five other little girls her age were standing nearby, smiling at him as well.

	"Thank you for taking me to the nurse yesterday," she said.

	"Oh. You're welcome. I see you appear to be feeling better."

	"Uh huh. Do you remember my friends? And I've got more friends here today!"

	One of the other teachers chuckled.

	"We'll leave you to your new fan club, Roger."

	As they walked away, Hillman looked at the group, recognizing Gretchen and Whitney.

	"Let's see," he said rubbing his chin and feigning concentration. "You are Griselda and Boopsie, right?"

	All of the girls started laughing.

	"No, Silly!" said Meagan. "They're Gretchen and Whitney. And this is Samantha," she pointed to a blue-eyed girl with long, dark curly hair.

	Hillman greeted each girl as he was introduced. Maggie had brown eyes and curly blonde hair that stopped just above her shoulders. Lauren had straight, brown hair that hung down to her shoulder blades and striking green eyes. All six girls lived in the same cluster of dorm rooms, sharing the same dorm mother. Twenty-four hours earlier, Hillman would have just thought of them as cute little girls. He still found them cute, but now idly wondered about the little panty-clad treasures that they had concealed beneath their skirts.

	"Mr. Hillman?" asked Gretchen. "What kind of stories does Mr. Shaky write?"

	"Who?"

	"Mr. Shaky. You now, the man you talked about yesterday."

	"Ah, you mean William Shakespeare. He wrote many wonderful plays and sonnets."

	"Did he have any princesses in them?" Lauren asked, hopefully.

	"Why, yes, he had plenty of them. And in 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', there were even fairies!"

	Six pairs of little eyes lit up at this information.

	"Could you read us some stories some time?" Meagan asked, eagerly.

	Hillman had a brief, rather lurid thought about having the six in his cottage, but quickly shook that from his mind.

	"Perhaps I will discuss that with your teacher and do this during a free period one day soon."

	The little girls smiled and thanked him before scampering off. Hillman could see flashes of their incredibly adorable thighs as their skirts flipped up slightly as they left the dining hall. The hems didn't rise high enough to reveal any panties, but it was no matter to him.

	"There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune," he said to himself, quoting from Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'.

	

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