'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
