firm rubber thrillers down on her clit. She went wild in the chair, her feet up on the control panel in front of her and her ass bouncing around on the swivel chair until she almost tipped over backwards. The rubber spikes felt like a million little pricks, each one rubbing its shaft over her giant clit. She gasped and shook and started out on a long, drawn-out orgasm, thinking of the promises that the boy's body held out for her in the future. Her mouth opened, and she licked at the tops of her tits, madly trying to get her nipples into her mouth, but unwilling to let go of the thrilling tool for a second.
She fucked the plastic dong in and out of her gushing pussy as hard and as fast as she could go, slamming the rubbery knobs against her clit at the end of each thrust and riding the long cresting wave of her orgasm higher and higher.
She threw back her head, shaking loose her long dark hair and breathing deeply in her satisfaction. Her skin flushed with her excitement, sweating tiny, glistening drops of salty dew over her aching, fulfilled body. Yes, he would do very well indeed. He would do very, very well. She must make her plans very carefully, to make sure that she drew out every last drop of pleasure from the process of taking his cherry and turning him into a man.
At dinner that night, Peter discovered that the school was as small and select as it had been advertised. There were only fifteen boys and fifteen girls in the whole place. They ate dinner at two long tables. Miss Ferguson sat at the head of the boys' table and Mr. Kristopoulos sat with the girls. Peter spent most of the dinner looking at the people he would be spending his time with in the future.
The girls at the other table were really something else. There were all types, blondes, brunettes, and redheads, but they all had one thing in common – they were fucking gorgeous! Peter had never seen such a group of good-looking girls in one place before and not a single loser in the whole bunch. All that prime, luscious pussy, and every bit of it probably going to waste, he thought. God, would he like to get just one of them alone in a nice, quiet, dark place.
'Peter, you don't seem to be very hungry. Doesn't the food appeal to you?' Miss Ferguson asked him.
'Oh, yeah, sure, tastes fine, I guess I just…'
'Yes, Ma'am, Peter,' she said with her lips tightening just a little.
'Huh?'
'You will say, yes, Ma'am, Peter, not yeah, when you address me in the future.'
'Oh, yeah, sure, uh, I mean, yes, Ma'am,' he stammered.
'And you will stand when you address me,' she added.
He blushed furiously. That was just what he was in no condition to do at the moment. His cock was sticking straight out in his pants. If he stood up, there was no way that he could hide such a raging hard-on as he had then.
'Stand up, Peter.'
Jeez! His cock was as hard as it would get. He pushed his chair back and stood up holding his napkin in front of his bulging crotch as casually as he could. Every boy and girl in the room was looking right at him. He could feel their curious eyes riveted on him.
'Yes, Ma'am,' he said and started to sit down.
'Just a moment, Peter,' she said. 'I want to ask you about the food.'
'It's fine, I just…'
'Wipe your lips, please, you have some gravy on your mouth.'
Christ! There was no way out of it. He wiped his mouth with his napkin as fast as he could, but he knew that every one of them had got a good look at his straining dork trying to bust open his zipper. He could even feel a spot of juice soaking through his pants from the head of his cock.
'You may be seated, Peter.' She said it with a perfectly even voice and not a trace of anger on her mouth or a smile either, but her eyes glittered at him a little. He was sweating with embarrassment.
The reactions of the boys and girls could be divided into three groups. About a third of them had little smiles on their faces. They knew what Miss Ferguson was up to and enjoyed it along with her. Another third looked nervous. They were the ones who had had some experience with Miss Ferguson, but didn't yet know that anyone else had. The rest looked as confused and embarrassed as Peter himself.
Mary Frances herself was delighted to see what a horny little boy the new one was. Getting a boner on at the dining table the very first night. Excellent! For now, she would let him stew in his own juices for a while. It certainly looked like he had enough juices of his own. She would get her jollies watching him jerk off in the supposed privacy of his bedroom until she was ready to start playing around with him, exciting him to fever pitch and dropping little hints of the possibilities for the future.
Tonight, Mary Frances had other matters to attend to. She had one of the girls just to the stage of harvesting, as she put it. It was the busty redhead that Peter had been staring at as a matter of fact. She thought for a moment of the picture of Peter's blond cock hair mingling with the hairy red bush of Belinda's plump pussy, and the vision was enough to get her clit hard and throbbing for satisfaction immediately. That experiment would have to wait for awhile. Belinda was the target for tonight for Miss Ferguson's passions.
The beautiful Belinda was sweet sixteen, but she had been more than kissed. In fact she had been raped by her older brother. She had utterly worshipped her older brother, Brant. He was so manly, so handsome, so suave. A few months earlier he had even invited her to join him and his date with her date for a trip. Belinda had been delighted and excited. She and her date would have a great time with Brant and his girl, smoke a few joints, drink a little wine, make out under the big moon and stars. It hadn't worked out that way.
Belinda was a happy, sexy girl in her young way, but she wasn't ready for what had happened. Her brother and his girl had suggested that they all go in for a skinny dip. That was fine. She had done that lots of times before.
But when they came out, Brant and his girl didn't just make out on the blanket – they fucked like a couple of rabbits. Belinda was a little put off. But Brant and the others had gotten drunk and high on pot. Then Brant wanted to switch. He hadn't even acted like he knew who she was, just another cunt for his hot cock. He was so strong and so heavy hung.
Belinda loved him, but not like that, not then, not in front of the others. She had cried and pleaded with him, but the others, her date and Brant's date, had held her down while her brother's dark shape blotted out the bright moon. He had taken her virginity. It hurt so terribly at first, tearing and ripping her tender flesh, his huge prong like a steel crowbar plunging into her body. And then in the blood and tears, in spite of her honor, her body had responded to his. She denied it. It couldn't happen. It couldn't be happening to her, not Brant, not her own brother, not this way.
When it was over they had taken her home. She hadn't cried or told on him or anything like that.
Belinda just curled up inside herself into a numb ball and stayed that way for months. She wouldn't talk to anyone, took no interest in what went on around her.
She ended up at Miss Ferguson's school. Mary Frances was enchanted by her creamy beauty and the marvelously rich red hair. They talked many nights, late into the night in front of the bright flames of the fire in the huge old-fashioned fireplace in Miss Ferguson's sitting room.
'You were hurt by a boy, weren't you, Belinda, my dear. But I know that that isn't what is bothering you, is it, dear?'
A tiny nod, a slight trembling of the lush, red, young lips.
'The boy who hurt you was your brother, Brant. You love Brant very much, don't you dear? I have seen his picture. He is a very handsome boy, and you love him and respect him and look up to him. When he hurt you, it was so very much worse than just any boy being bad to you, wasn't it?'
A single silver tear ran down her cheek. She nodded.
'But that is not what is so bad, is it, my darling child?' They had never gone so far before in the gentle process of uncovering the girl's psychic wound. The girl shook her head.
'You still love him, and you realize now that you wanted him to love you all the way, but not the way he did. Not rough, not with other people, not without telling you the way he felt first.'
The girl opened her mouth and twisted it into a great heaving hiccupping sob of relief and sorrow. Someone knew how she felt, what she felt.
Tonight, tonight the new boy who was so horny would have to wait his turn. Tonight she would heal the girl's pain and bring her new pleasure and joy in life. Miss Ferguson waited impatiently for lights-out time, stirred the fire and put on a new log, waited for the gentle knock on the door of her sitting room. Belinda came in, her
