into their gleaming eyes as he smiled drunkenly. Then, his eyes began to focus, and he was aware of something beyond them. He shifted his gaze, and saw the woman.
Jet-black hair waved down to her shoulders, and out from her forehead. Her dark blue-gray eyes were feline, and wide-set, and revealed nothing of her reaction to the sight of the twins stroking his cock as he kneaded their asses. She wore a yellow shirt-blouse over a matching pullover, the scooped top of which revealed the cleavage of her full, wide breasts. White velvet slacks held to her full hips, fitting her long legs loosely.
'Oh, hi, Aunt Kelly,' Alex said cheerfully, and swung down off Wayne's leg to stand beside the chair, the inside hand shoving down against Wayne's cock with the movement.
'Hi,' Alma smiled, and slid her foot down to the floor and over his rigid length, her hands leaving his stomach and fly.
'Alex, Alma,' Kelly nodded without expression, and she fingered the yellow beads hanging from her neck as she looked back to Wayne.
'Uh-h-h,' he said, his mind a total blank, and he fumbled with his shirt buttons as he stood up. 'I'm Wayne Austin,' he said, attempting to smile as he introduced himself.
'Yes, I assumed that,' she nodded, and he followed her gaze down to the tenting rise of his erection. 'I'm Kelly Fairfield,' she said, her eyes raised when he lifted his.
She moved toward the couch, and Alma and Alex sat down together on a large chair facing it from across the room.
'Do sit down,' she said, and he sat beside her on the couch, noticing the manila envelope she held, as he attempted to comfortably cross his legs. 'Midge spoke very highly of your abilities,' she said, 'but, of course, we need to know about your credentials, and such.'
'Yes, of course,' he said after a moment of looking into her long-lashed eyes, and he took papers from his inside jacket pocket, and she began to look through them.
He shifted as she read the papers, and he checked to make sure all of his shirt buttons had been refastened. His erection going, he uncrossed his legs, and looked over at the twins. Alex's hand rested on the top of Alma's thigh, casually shifting the skirt higher and higher. He looked down at the girl's long, rounded thighs as the cloth moved up from them, and the light gleamed from soft down. He dampened his lips as the shadowed area narrowed toward her loins, and he lifted his eyes as his tool began to harden again. Alex's mouth was at Alma's ear, and the girl looked across at him with a smile as she listened. He thought he saw Alex's tongue move against the delicately furled ear, and he recrossed his legs, seeing the pointed tongue turn in Alma's ear as the skirt was pushed up to the tops of her thighs.
'Yes, very impressive,' Kelly said, and he blinked his eyes from the twins to her, seeing that she had finished reading the papers.
'Thank you,' he said, unsure about how to act after having been caught making out with the twins.
'And you've passed the test,' she added with a trace of a smile.
'Test?'
'Yes,' she nodded, and she opened the manila envelope, taking a group of photos from it. 'To see if you'd be freaked out by strange behavior,' she said with a nod toward the twins, and he had a difficult time keeping his eyes on her as he noted Alex's hand beneath Alma's skirt. 'You see,' Kelly continued, 'our school is very private, very elite, but… it isn't just a school, in the general sense. Our girls have had troubles before coming to us.'
'With the law, you mean?' he asked.
'Oh, sometimes, but just for minor offenses – no pun intended,' she smiled, and he found himself smiling back as the furled corners of her mouth lifted. 'But usually it's more a matter of the parents being unable or unwilling to deal with youthful problems. So they send them off to school.'
'Then they. shouldn't be any more dangerous to teach than any other high-schoolers,' he smiled.
'Well, in the sense of physical danger, they're probably far preferable. But they could be considered physically dangerous in another sense,' she said, and handed the photos to him. 'These are pictures that parents, teachers, or snitching brothers or sisters came across. They're of girls who've since graduated,' she smiled as he looked down at the photos.
The first picture was of four girls, who he guessed were dressed up for a rock concert, their garb both flashy as well as revealing. One of the girls had a sullen, tomboyish expression; she wore a large scarf below her jacket and shirt, drawn over and knotted at one hip, leaving most of it and the leg on that side bare, as her feet were. The next photo was of three of the girls from the first with two others, the teenagers writhing about the feet of boys the same age, and dressed correspondingly. A younger girl was apparently about to open the pants of another boy in the next shot.
Finding the shots interesting, but hardly unusual, he went to the next, and smiled. One of the girls wore a black silk gown, and held a quirt and a leash, the leash connected to a collar worn by another girl, who knelt with dramatic subservience before the other.
'Very dramatic,' he said, and from the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Alma loosening Alex's pants and slipping her hand into them.
The next photo showed one of the girls from the first shot standing behind the dominatrix, who was dressed casually here, the girl behind her helping her pull her top down and away from a ripe tit. The next picture was of a girl whose long upper lip and pouted lower lip gave her a look of tough sensuality, the girlishness of her face contrasting with her full breasts, rounded nipples standing out from plump areolas.
The pictures becoming more interesting, he flicked his eyes toward the twins, and saw Alma's hand moving within the crotch of Alex's slacks. Kelly was leaning back comfortably, and she motioned to the girls, who nodded toward their aunt, and got up, Alex's loosened pants riding low. Alma's skirt dropped back down, and they moved away. He looked through the last pictures, and found that they were all of one girl. Perhaps sixteen, she had light auburn hair, and wore a great deal of old, attractive jewelry, and nothing else. She grinned broadly from the first shot, her rounded cheeks dimpled. Seated, she had one knee lifted to the side, her leg long and shapely, her full hip and ass's sides shown. In the second shot she was leaning back, one leg outstretched, the other lifted out to the side, the chestnut curlings of her muff revealed. One arm draped over the supple curve of her stomach, the other was lifted so that she could caress her full lower lip with her little finger, large eyes looking up into the camera. Her blossoming tits were wide -set, and they lifted.outward as if the wide pegs of her nipples were being held to draw the breasts out, her areolas a pinkish tan. In the third shot she was stretched out on her back, the nipples erect, her muff standing out with static electricity.
'Well, they're hardly shocking,' he shrugged, and slipped the photos back into the envelope, and he saw that the twins were setting up a film projector.
'That's true,' Kelly nodded. 'Still, less than a hundred years ago, girls in the US didn't start having periods until they were seventeen, and now it's down to twelve, and even eleven. But adults often continue to expect that teens will be something out of forties musicals.
'Yeah,' he nodded, thinking about the near-puritanical reactions of other teachers to seeing students' actions and dress.
'But you weren't shocked,' she nodded with a smile, her sloe-eyes gleaming.
'No,' he admitted, and noticed that one of the photos had fallen to the floor. He looked at the picture. A girl with lush, out pointing tits sat with other girls and boys, the group apparently eating foods from the body of a long-legged girl.
'Still, they can be arousing,' Kelly said, and their eyes met as his lifted from the photo.
'Most assuredly,' he smiled.
'And acting upon that arousal?'
'Um, a high school girl, if she was interested, and interesting…' he shrugged 'If you're trying to find out if I could resist your students, I'm afraid I can't give you any, guarantees.'
'I like honesty,' she nodded, leaning back with one arm stretched out atop the couch. 'Personally, I think it's asking for trouble to have a group of girls set away like 'that with no boys or men about.'
'You're looking for a stud,' he laughed.
'Personally, I can see that as an aspect of the job, if the man isn't going to use his authority to manipulate the girls, and if he isn't going to get hung up on them, or get them hung up on him. But I'm only an administrator. Ella, the principal, may well have different ideas, though she does feel that the girls need the presence of a man around.'
