Chapter 3
"Good morning, Miss Harper." Ricky was standing in the hallway outside of Alix's eight o'clock English Lit. class when she came down the corridor, her svelte body neatly and becomingly covered by a pale-blue pantsuit.
"Uh . . . good morning, Ricky," Miss Harper said, trying not to look perturbed at his presence outside her classroom.
"I wanted to see if you were all right this morning," Rick said, noticing a slight bruise on the side of her cheek and wondering if it had been caused by Donovan's rough treatment or by an excess of passion on Miss Whitney's part when she had the redhead trapped between her muscular thighs.
"I'm fine, thank you," Alix said coolly, her dislike of him plain in her eyes.
That must be part of why I want her so much. It isn't just her looks or that she seemed so untouchable. It's partly that she finds me so distasteful. No other woman has felt that way about me ever. They've loved me since I was a curly-headed baby they could hold on their laps and drool over. But just the thought of being touched by me turns this one's stomach. Man, is it ever going to be interesting when I get her in bed!
"I'm sorry, Ricky, I should have thanked you properly last night," Alix hurried on. "I was so upset that I wasn't even polite. I apologize, and I want to say that actually, you were quite brave. Mr. Donovan is a big, rather violent man, and you . . . faced him down."
"I'm not afraid of Donovan," Ricky said. "I'm not really much afraid of anything, but it's not really bravery . . . it's just that I have a kind of contempt for people like him."
"Yes, and I'm afraid that's your attitude toward most people," Alix said. "Perhaps that's why we've never been friends."
"I've always wanted to be friends with you, Miss Harper," Ricky said, his mind more on how it would feel to have his tongue deep in the pink slit between her thighs than on what he was saying. "You're one of the few teachers in this school that I admire."
"Thank you ... but ... "
"But we can never be friends, can we, Miss Harper? There's something about me that makes your skin crawl, isn't there?"
"I ... no, not exactly. You're a very attractive boy, but you have an unnatural sophistication for a boy your age, a kind of knowledge of human weakness which I'm afraid you're quite capable of using in . . . well, in unscrupulous ways."
Ricky laughed. "Well, I see this is a day for telling it like it is, Miss Harper. That's certainly what you're doing with me."
"I ... I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Ricky. It's just that I've felt this way about you for a long time and after last night, I . . . "
"You haven't hurt my feelings, Miss Harper. You couldn't. I admire you too much for that." Ricky had a hand in his jacket pocket, fingering prints of the snapshots he had taken the previous night. In his mind's eye he could see the two beautiful, naked women enjoying the delights of Lesbian love. It excited him even now to remember how Alix's firm-fleshed thighs had been locked around Bobbi's blonde head, and later how she had waited with thighs spread for her lover to engulf her rosy slit with the bigger girl's fuller, plumper labia.
"If you'll excuse me, Ricky, I do have a class,"
Alix said, turning toward the door.
Should he show her the pictures now and tell her what she was going to have to do to redeem them? Or should he wait? Maybe it would be better to wait. Anticipation was the sweeter part of things like this, thinking about it was sometimes groovier than doing it.
"I did have something to show you, Miss Harper," he said as she reached to open the classroom door, "something concerning the events of last evening, but it can wait."
Alix whirled. "Something to show me? What are you talking about?"
"Go along to your class, Miss Harper. You can see my little souvenirs later. A dedicated teacher like you mustn't be late because of personal problems. The students come first, you know."
Alix's eyes flashed angrily. "You're not a very nice boy, Ricky. I tried to be polite to you because of last night, but I honestly don't know what to think about you."
"It's very simple, Miss Harper. You have one of the most delicious bodies I've ever seen, and I've got all the normal male appetites plus some maybe not so normal. One thing I'd like to do more than any other is have you stretched out on a bed with your beautiful thighs spread and your luscious pussy opened for my eager cock."
Alix Harper's face turned scarlet and then white. She muttered something about talking to Mr. Shaver and darted into her room like a rabbit scurrying into the safety of its warren.
I may have a talk with Shaver myself, Alix love, Ricky thought. I'd like to ask our dear principal just what right he has to fuck my mother. And if he calls me into his office to read me the riot act about talking dirty to a teacher, he's going to get the surprise of his life. That pig will really oink when I blast his ears with that question!
Hand on the picture in his pocket, Ricky turned to leave but had only taken a few steps when a hand fell heavily on his shoulder and spun him around to face the glowering math teacher.
"Get your hands off me, Donovan!" Ricky spat.
"Mister Donovan to you, punk!" the man said and tried to hustle the boy into an alcove next to the faculty room.
Ricky used the edge of his hand to hit the Irishman a sharp blow on the wrist. Little Pig Donovan is the title I prefer! If you ever lay a paw on me again, I'll kick you in the balls!"
Donovan's mouth dropped open and then snapped shut in fury. "You . . . you dirty little beast! I'll teach you to use foul language and threaten a teacher!"
He drew back a fist and advanced on Ricky, but the boy laughed at him. "Go ahead, hit me! If you hit me hard enough, maybe the pictures I took of you trying to rape Miss Harper will fall out of my pocket and scatter all over the hall!"
"You . . . you ..." the man sputtered angrily. "I'll kill you if you ever say one word about that!"
"Last night, rape . . . today, threatened murder," Ricky said. "You're building up quite a criminal record, Donovan."
"Blackmail is a crime too," the math teacher hissed.
"You haven't been blackmailed," Ricky said and waited until the man relaxed and looked relieved before adding, "not yet."
Donovan turned almost purple. "I ought to wring your lousy neck!"
"Just try it!" Ricky taunted. "Lay one finger on me and see how quickly you end up in jail answering questions about last night!"
The man's big hands dropped to his sides, and his mouth opened and shut, but no sound came out.
"And one more thing, Donovan ... I don't want to see or hear of you bothering Alix Harper in any way from now on. She is private property with a Ricky Garrett brand on her . . . dig?"
Donovan glared his hatred at Ricky, who turned and stalked off with a swaggering bravado he didn't quite feel. A thrill of apprehension shot through him at the virulence of the man's feelings toward him, but he dismissed it as a new kick and a welcome change in the boring pattern of life in Point Storm.
Head down and engrossed in his own thoughts, Ricky barreled around the corner of the corridor and almost ran into the plump, bald, smugly self-satisfied principal.
"How are you this morning, Rick?" Baxter Shaver asked in his oily voice.
"I'm fine," Ricky said sullenly, "and you?"
"Fine, just fine," Shaver said, his overly red lips curving in a fatuous smile. "Your mother and I had a lovely time last night. She is a charming woman, most charming."
"Yeah, Sheila is loaded with charm," Ricky said sourly, wondering what would be done to a son who killed his mother's seducer.
"You and I must get to know each other better, my boy," Shaver said, resting his pudgy hand briefly on Ricky's shoulder.
"Yeah," Ricky said as he tried to decide whether a knife between the shoulder blades or a sniper's bullet through the head would be best.
"After all, we might be finding ourselves in a . . . ahem! . . . closer relationship than merely student and principal, eh?"
Over my dead body, you bastard!
"I've had my eye on you for some time, my boy. Brilliant student, although a bit in need of discipline, but I've no doubt we can straighten that out. Ha! Ha! Old Baxter Shaver is pretty good at straightening out discipline problems."
J don't think I'll kill him after all, Ricky decided. There must be something else, something worse than death. Disgrace? That's it! Complete and total disgrace before the good people of Point Storm. Oh, and they are so good! So good at turning against one of their own when he's struck down, so quick to gore and trample the fallen leader!
"Well, you'd better be running along to class." For a moment Ricky thought Shaver was going to pinch his cheek, but instead the man just patted him on the back and hurried off, leaving him seething.
Sheila! My God, Sheila, how could you? I was sure you had better taste than that!
That was when he decided not to go to any classes at all that day. He couldn't bear to sit still and listen to some uninspired idiot pretending to instill knowledge into a bunch of other uninspired idiots. No, today would have to provide him with something more exciting and fulfilling than that.
Let's see, what possibilities are there? I could go back to Alix Harper's class, call her out in the hall and show her my dirty pictures. No, that's too crude. I want to keep her dangling for a while. Hmmmm. There's always Wendy, of course. She's probably out behind the boys' gym looking for some action, and she's always ready to do anything I suggest, but there's just something about making it with her that turns me off. Well, there's always dear, dear Mrs. Doctor Evars-Tess of the raven locks and the non-stop pussy. Nope, had her yesterday.
Well, what else is immediately available? Katie Polaski? Hmmmt that might have possibilities. I've never done more than finger-fuck Katie and she's ripe for plucking. . . she's so ripe she's practically falling off the tree, but Katie would be Dullsville all by herself. Besides, I got no place to take her. So where does that leave me? Okay, something with Katie and . . . yes, yes, let's consider Tess again. She's turned on to sex as much as I am, so maybe she'd like something a little different. Ah ha! What about bringing together Tess, the nympho and Katie, the anxious virgin? Whooooeeeee! Now that has real potential!
Ricky looked at his watch. It was ten minutes after eight. Katie would be in her Home Ec. class. Katie made up for her stupidity by dependability and hard work. She was always in class, always on time and turned in all assignments diligently completed. She would probably grow up to be the first lady President, but not before Ricky had sampled whatever erotic pleasure her plump, young body had to offer and had experienced the heady sense of power that twisting her life into knots would give him.
He and Tess could break Katie in, and then maybe later on, he could trick Katie into a compromising game with old Shaver. If Ricky could arrange to maneuver those two into bed together and have someone catch them fucking, that would solve one of his problems. But that would have to wait. Right now he had to get Katie out of class and call Tess.
Ducking out a side door to avoid a confrontation with the hall patrol, Ricky darted across the courtyard and into the other wing of the building where Katie's Home Ec. lectures were held. He cracked the door of the room just enough to see in.
Katie was there all right. She was sitting in the back row, mousey, light-colored hair falling straight to her shoulders, and big, soft breasts bulging her blouse. Her wide hips and buttocks looked bigger than ever in a red plaid skirt. She certainly wasn't any Alix Harper, nor even a Tess Evars, but she had a certain pliability and vulnerability that intrigued Ricky.
The first thing to do was attract her attention. Unlike some of the girls who fidgeted and looked around at the faintest excuse, Katie sat still and stared right at the teacher, as though the dull discourse on supermarkets and biodegradable washday products was filled with fascinating information. Ricky stared hard at the back of her head, willing her to turn around. That was supposed to work if you concentrated hard enough, but it was a failure this time. Maybe Katie's skull was too thick for the message to get through.
Ricky knew he didn't dare whistle or call her name, and he was too impatient to wait another half hour until the period was over. Then he thought of the rubber band in his pocket, the one holding the snapshots of Bobbi and Alix. Quickly he slipped it off, took careful aim at Katie's broad beam and let it fly.
The chubby girl jumped and turned to glare over her shoulder. Her eyes and her mouth both opened in surprise when she saw Ricky beckoning from the slightly open door.
Come on, stupid! Raise your hand and ask to be excused! Tell old McGraw you have to go to the John!
Apparently Katie got the silent message. Her hand went up, Miss McGraw nodded grudging permission, and she was on her way.
Ricky grabbed her hand and hurried her through the door. "Come on, baby, we've got places to go and things to do!"
Katie held back. "I can't go anywhere, Ricky. I'm awfully glad to see you, but I have to go back to class in a couple of minutes. Miss McGraw will be ... "
"Screw Miss McGraw!" Ricky said. "You've been wanting some action and now that I'm ready to give it to you, you want to back out. What kind of crap is that?"
"Oh, Ricky, I do like you so much, and I'd just about go anywhere with you, but..."
"But nothing! Either you come with me now or forget it!" Looking up and down the hall to make sure it was empty, he shoved her against the wall and pressed his hard body into her plump, soft one. His cock leaped into instant readiness, and he ground it onto the mound at the base of her belly. "Feel that, Katie? That's my prick and it's just aching to sink into your tight little puss."
"Ricky... oh God, Ricky!" The girl's knees gave way, and he had to hold her tight to keep her from sliding down the wall. Tiny beads of perspiration popped out on the light down shading her upper lip, and her eyes took on a dopey, glazed look.
"You don't really want to go back in there and listen to that dried-up turnip, do you?" Ricky husked, pressing his advantage.
"No, I don't want to ... but ... but ... "
Holding her with one arm, he slid his zipper down and let his penis spring out into her hand. He knew he was taking a chance on getting them both suspended if anyone came along and saw them, but he was in such a reckless mood that he didn't give a damn.
Katie's hand tightened convulsively on his bone-hard shaft, her eyes rolling in her head. "Oh . . . ohhh, Ricky . . . it's so big, so thick. Could you . . . ?"
"Put that in your fuzzy little cunt? You better believe it, girl!"
"I ... I shouldn't listen to you. I shouldn't cut classes ... I shouldn't let you ..." Her voice was weak and breathy from excitement and fear.
"But you can't help yourself, can you, Katie? You can no more let go of that cock and go back to that dumb class than you can jump over the Administration Building . . . can you?"
"I ... aauugghh ... no! No, I can't! I w-want you so bad!"
"Come on. My car's outside. We'll go see a friend of mine and have us a ball."
"A friend?"
"Yes, a friend with a real swinging pad and lots of goodies."
Katie looked puzzled and a little scared. "I ... I don't understand."
"You don't have to. Just follow me." Ricky shoved his hard prick back inside his pants, took her by the hand and led her quickly out of the building and off the school grounds.
As soon as they were in the car, he reached up under Katie's skirt and pulled her panties down, exposing the plump mound with its curly, blonde covering. "You just keep that bare and hot while we drive, 'cause I want you all ready for action the minute we get there."
"Yes, Ricky . . . anything you say, Ricky," the girl moaned as his fingers stroked up and down between the wet lips of her pussy. "We can do it right here if you want to."
"No, we'll wait," he said, removing his hand and sniffing at the pungent dampness on his fingers. "Put your own fingers in there and diddle yourself while I find a phone booth."
"Oh Ricky, I couldn't!" the girl protested, making a move to pull her skirt down as he started the car.
"No!" He slapped her hands away and shoved the skirt up around her middle. "I want to look at you that way while I drive. Pull your puss wide open and let me see, then hold it that way with one hand and use the other fingers to get it all wet and gooey. Do it, Katie, do it!"
As though mesmerized, Katie squirmed around on the seat until she was facing him and did as she was told. Her face was flaming, but she pulled the puffy labia apart and let him look at the pale pink of her nubile cave, then at his commanding nod began dipping her fingers in and out of its lubricous folds.
"Groovy," Ricky approved, driving slowly along the quiet street. "Now I'm going to pull in up here at the corner and make a call, but you keep that up and think about how good it's going to feel when my cock is moving in you just like that. Don't do it so hard you go off. Just slow and easy to get you all warmed up."
"Yes, Ricky. Please hurry, Ricky," Katie said, breathing heavily.
Ricky chuckled to himself as he entered the phone booth. Katie wasn't going to be any problem. She'd fuck him at high noon in the middle of the town square if he hold her to.
"Hellooo," Tess Evars' voice was sweet as the honeysuckle of her native South.
"Hi," Ricky said. "Guess who's got a hard-on."
"Oh, Ricky honey! You bad boy, sayin' such a thing over the phone to a lady."
"Didn't know there was a lady eavesdropping," Ricky laughed. "Listen, baby, my cock is so hard it's about to poke its way through the wall of this booth."
"You naughty, naughty boy!" Tess giggled.
"Is the Pill Man around?" Ricky asked. "Or can I come up and come?"
"Ricky Garrett, you're incorrigible! No, Ron's not here. He'll be in surgery all day and part of the night, but it's not such a good idea for you to come here, you know. The neighbors might talk."
Not half as much as you do, Ricky thought. "Don't worry," he said, "I've got a perfect cover. Anyone who sees me go in will never suspect what I'm there for when they see my chubby little girl friend."
"Girl friend? But I thought you wanted to ... "
"I do. And so does she. Wouldn't you dig a little group grope, doll? A romp in the hay for three?"
"Well, ah do declare! You do come up with the most surprisin' suggestions. But I've nevah ..."
"Think about it," Ricky said. "You've got three seconds to make up your mind. I had someone else in mind to start with, and I can still make other arrangements."
"No, don't do that."
"Two seconds."
"Come on ovah, we'll talk about it when you get heah."
"No talk. Have your clothes off and your cunt all ready to go. We're on our way," Ricky said and hung up.
When he got back to the car, Katie was so flushed and excited that he knew she was going to climax in the next minute or two if he made her continue stroking herself. That he didn't want. He wanted her primed, not detonated. If he let her have any relief, she might change her mind and go back to school, but if he kept her sodden with lust, he could make her do anything.
"That's enough, Katie," he said, removing her hands and pulling her panties up and her dress down. "Now sit up straight like a lady while we cross through the center of town."
Katie obeyed without question, and by the time they had turned into the curving driveway of Dr. Evars' big white house, she had recovered sufficiently to be impressed.
"Oh, Ricky, I didn't know we were coming to such a fancy place. I've just got my old school clothes on, and I'll get all rattled and forget how to act."
"Never mind about your clothes," Ricky told her. "As soon as we get inside, you're going to take them off anyway, and the only thing you have to know how to do is fuck."
"But I don't know how to do that!"
"It's easy to learn. You'll be surprised how easy once you start," he told her, shoving open the imposing carved door and pulling her in after him. "Now where is that Southern fried witch? The den? Yeah, she's probably in the den playing games. Let's go, Katie."
They started down the hall, then Ricky thought of something and stopped to look back at Katie. "Hey, you still got your clothes on."
"I ... I thought you were kidding."
"I wasn't, and I'm not. Take'em off! That outfit is a disaster anyway. Naked, at least you're young and fresh-looking."
"But. . . this is so ... so ... "
"Off with the duds! I want Tess to see all of you right off," Ricky said and reached for the zipper of the girl's skirt.
Katie shivered at his closeness. "Uh . . . okay, if you say so." The skirt dropped around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. Ricky had the blouse unbuttoned and helped her out of it, then quickly unhooked her bra and let her big, soft breasts bounce free.
"Now the rest of it," Ricky said impatiently, taking hold of the elastic waistband of her white briefs and stripping them down off her plump belly and past the thick brush of yellow pubic hair. Katie looked rather ridiculous standing there in nothing but white knee socks and stumpy-heeled, square-toed patent leather shoes.
Ricky shook his head as he looked at her and then grinned. "So you're not Miss Teen-age America. At least you're new . . . brand-new and untouched by human hands."
" 'Cept when you put your fingers in me at school and got me all hot and wet and made me smell so funny. Remember when Miss Harper walked in on us?"
"Seems like I'm never going to quit hearing about it," Ricky said, kneeling in front of her and reaching to pull the socks down off her chubby legs. His nostrils were filled with the warm scent of the girl's musk. He kissed her plump white thighs and tossed her shoes and socks onto the pile of clothes.
Her skin was fresh and sweet under his lips, and he was tempted to move his mouth into the thick triangle of curly hair. Quickly he burned his mouth onto the soft, springy mound and licked briefly at the juicy, puckered labia.
"Oh, Ricky ... wow!" Katie was shaking all over. "I didn't know people did things like that."
"You're in for a lot of surprises, chick," he said, nuzzling into the slick, wet inner flesh of her pussy.
The girl gasped, and her big bottom began rolling. Ricky was tempted to go on, but he knew Tess was waiting, and he wanted her to watch and later on participate in this feast of corruptible virginity.
"Okay, let's go find the Dixie volcano," he said, licking at the girlish dew on his lips and getting to his feet.
They reached the den and Ricky threw the door open. A slim, dark-haired woman in her middle thirties was standing in the center of the room, absolutely naked. She was only a little over five feet tall, and her breasts were small but high and pert and firm. Lustrous black hair fell to her shoulders and also grew thickly on the surprisingly prominent mound between her thighs. The way she was standing with pelvis thrust forward revealed the ripe red of the gash that bisected the mound and brazenly flaunted her lustful readiness.
"Ah did just what you told me to, Ricky honey," she drawled. "Poh Tess is jus' helpless putty in your hands."
"Putty that bends like steel," Ricky grinned and pushed Katie toward the doctor's wife. "Tess, meet Katie. Katie, this is the fastest cunt in New England, bar none."
"Ricky, you naughty, naughty boy!" Tess said, wriggling her pelvis to open her pussy wider while she eyed the naked girl appraisingly.
"I should have added it's the most educated cunt you're ever likely to encounter," Ricky said. "Tess can do things with that twat of hers that haven't been done since the South almost fucked its way to victory in the Civil War."
"Now you bein' bad again. You know it was the bravery of the Southern men and the chastity of Southern women that almost won."
Ricky unhooked the belt of his jeans and reached for his zipper. "Suppose you show us some of your chastity as well as your hospitality, you lusty honeysuckle rose, and maybe we'll rewrite the history books."