Chapter 10
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I was seated at my desk at seven-thirty Monday morning as was my usual procedure, outlining the day's activities and assignments. The final bell was not due to ring until eight-fifteen, so I had forty-five minutes to complete my work unharried by students who never got to classes till the very last minute.
This day however, Ted Johnson, one of the brighter students in my English II class, came in lugging an armful of movie equipment.
"Mr. Norman," he asked, "would you spend five minutes to look over this film I made last week?"
"Why certainly, Ted," I replied. "I didn't know you were a moviephotographer."
"Oh, yes," Ted answered. "My dad and I have been taking movies and developing them for a long time. It's a hobby for my dad, but I'm hoping to make a vocation out of it some day."
"That's fine, Ted, and now what is the film about?" I inquired.
"Well, I thought you might be interested because it would help you in your Sex Ed classes. You see, our dog had puppies last week and we filmed the entire thing. It's real interesting, Mr. Norman!"
"It certainly sounds interesting, Ted. Let's see what you have."
The short movie was done excellently, with proper lighting and good close-up angle shots of all the natal action. I became very enthusiastic and congratulated Ted and his father for a fine job. Ted asked me if we could use the movie during today's class, as he wanted to have his father enter it in some photo contest the following day. I assured him I would be delighted.
When the class came to order, I announced that we were to have a special treat, and I went on to tell them about the movie we were to see. There were a few giggles and some dirty remarks whispered, but I dismissed them as average teen-age cynicism. Ted was to operate the projector, and the screen was placed in front of my desk. I walked to the back of the room to watch the film I had already seen, ready to comment on the canine biological action taking place in the movie.
Before the lights were turned out, I asked any of the students who did not want to see the film to leave the room and go to study-hall. I didn't want anyone to be unduly offended. I was surprised to see three of my "A" students, two girls and one boy, get up and leave. After having been involved with some of these teen-age kids, I smiled at the apparent naivete of these three. Had I known that they were not going to the study-hall but to the principal's office, maybe I wouldn't have been so jovial.
When the room was darkened, a few of the students got up and stood beside me. Then all the ones in the first row came back to stand, remarking that they could not see if they were sitting so close to the screen. Had I known that Candy and Stella had flanked me, I might have felt some trepidation. I relaxed, however, when the projector started its whirr-then suddenly my whole world crashed around me!
Strong arms held me from behind, belonging, I presume, to the boys who had occupied the seats in the front row. When I struggled, small soft hands grabbed my cock and balls through my trousers and held them in a vise-like grip. I ceased my struggling because of the excruciating pain as my balls were twisted by those tiny hands. Then my eyes focused on the screen and I received the shock of my life at what I saw.
The film was obviously made in someone's garage, when an attempt had been made to create a movie set out of it. Sheets and old draperies hung from the rafters to hide the unfinished walls of the garage. The set consisted of a battered old couch, an equally battered old chair, some end-tables and a large coffee-table. As the picture opened, the room was empty except for the furniture.
In a moment two boys entered from behind the draperies. They were each carrying a magazine which had a picture of a naked woman on the cover. The boys held the magazines in such a way that the camera caught the cover pictures. The boys, whom I recognized as two from the front row, probably the two who were then holding my arms, sat down on the couch and started to finger through the magazines.
In a moment, a lovely girl about sixteen or seventeen entered, wearing a scanty bikini. This girl I had never seen before, but there was a distinct family resemblance to one of the boys, Craig Tomkins. The girl walked behind the couch and looked over the boys' shoulders at the magazines they were examining.
"Why, brother dear, I'm surprised at you reading such nasty books!" the printed title read.
Craig looked at his sister and then tried to hide the book.
"But Sis, how else are we going to learn anything about sex, if we don't read this kind of books? Bob and I were just getting an education. We wanted to see what a girl looks like without any clothes on, that's all!"
I could sense that the entire thing had been done as a needle to the Sex Ed project, and I guess they had figured that I would be a likely candidate to harass because word had probably gotten out that I was not above accepting a few favors from the teen-age girls. The entire thing was being done tongue-in-cheek.
"Well," said the beautiful sister as she walked around to the front of the couch, "if it's in the interest of education, maybe I could help. You know, Craig, I'm always willing to help you with your homework."
The girl then pointed to her exposed navel and explained in the printed titles that this was where the cord was cut from the mother after the baby was born. Bob Parker, the other boy, then asked how the baby is fed and the girl shed her bikini top to display as beautiful a pair of out-thrust, cone-shaped breasts as I have ever seen. She told the boys that the baby sucks the milk out of these "cute containers"....
Bob asks if it tastes good and the girl replies that it's all a matter of personal taste. With that she sits on his lap and shoves one of the tits into his gaping mouth.
While he is sucking on her tit, Craig asks her how the baby is made in the first place. She reaches over and opens his fly and pulls his penis out of his pants. She tells him that his thing goes into the girl's thing, a seed is planted, and nine months later a baby is harvested. Craig says he doesn't believe a girl has a thing like that, and so his sister pulls her tit away from Bob's watering mouth, stands up and strips her bikini pants down over her legs, kicking them into the air in the direction of the camera.
Then she stands, legs spread apart, facing the camera. The camera pans her body and then focus is directed to her hairy crotch. The camera stays just far enough away to show her hands holding the lips apart, displaying the meaty gash in all its splendor. Slowly one of her fingers slides between the lips of her slit and it begins an in-and-out movement, stopping only long enough to tease the erect clitoris which is pointing at the camera.
Then the camera backs up and all three youngsters can be seen in their places. Craig is watching his sister while he is handling his now fully erect organ. Bob is dry-working himself through the material of his trousers as he looks at the shapely nude figure of his friend's sister.
The girl approaches her brother and tells him to put his finger in the hole to see what it feels like. Craig obeys, while she tells Bob to stand and continue his imitation of a baby trying to get milk from her gorgeous breasts.
When Bob stands, the girl opens his pants and pushes them down his hips, leaving him standing there, his mouth and tongue caressing her pink nipple while the bulge in his jockey-shorts threatens to tear them at the seams.
Craig asks his sister why people do these things. He says he can understand why they might want a baby, but why would they do it other times? His sister explains that they do it because it feels better than anything else in the world. Craig replies that he doesn't believe her, and then she pulls away from both boys and lies down on the couch, her legs spread widely apart. She tells Craig she'll prove it, and she tells him to take off his clothes and then get on top of her.
By this time, I had become so engrossed in the film that I had not noticed I was no longer being held by the boys behind me or by the small hands which had clutched my genitals earlier. Instead, my stiff rod had been removed from my pants and was being caressed by one of the same small hands. I peered through the darkness to discover the owner of the hand, and I beheld a veritable orgy going on in my class.
While all eyes were on the movie in progress, sweaters and blouses had been removed, as well as bras, and those girls who were not having their tits massaged while they were frigging one of the boys, were having their little "men-in-the-boat" tweaked by eager young fingers.
The owner of the hand on my penis was Candy, and I looked around to find Stella, I discovered her on the floor, kneeling in front of Ted Johnson, his shaft buried deep in her mouth and his free hand on top of her head, urging her on!
The movie continued uninterrupted, and I returned my gaze to the screen. By this time Craig was in the saddle and was pumping away at the encompassing crotch of his older sister. Bob meanwhile was standing next to the head of the girl while she played with his elongated staff. I watched as she drew him closer, and then without changing the rhythmic bounce of her hips against her brother, she enveloped Bob's organ with her lips while her right hand held his hips closer to her bobbing head.
The film had no sound-track, only printed titles crudely made, but the sounds which filled the room as the class watched, made a sound-track completely unnecessary! The moans and groans, both male and female, were all around me. I looked away from the screen and saw at least six couples screwing on the floor, the girls' legs clasped tightly around the boys' rumps, heels adding to the fervor of the hip motion. One girl was perched on the edge of a desk while a female head was buried under her short skirt. One couple were in a 69 position, both parties completely naked!
For a split-second sanity nudged at me and I felt the words form in my throat which could call a halt to this madness ... but the words never came out. At that precise moment Candy's lips swallowed my cock, and I choked on the words. I saw no more of the movie either, because my hands held her bobbing head while my eyes shut themselves tightly.
I have no idea how long the pounding on the door had been going on but when I finally heard it, I shoved Candy's head away, pushed my cock back into my pants and zipped up. In the darkness I heard much scurrying and activity, and then the lights went on.
Everyone was dressed, hair combed and seated at their desks.
I unlocked the door, to be brushed aside by Milt Perkins, the principal, and two old-maid school-teachers.
"What in blazes is going on in here?" Perkins demanded.
I explained that we were simply watching a home-made movie about the birth of some puppies.
"That's not what those three students told us was going to go on in here!" one of the old maids chimed in. "They said an orgy was scheduled for this period, and that there was going to be some stag movies to spur it on!"
"Well, Norman," Perkins shouted, "how about it?"
"I've told you, Mr. Perkins, what the movie was about. Now if you don't want to believe me...."
"Well, I don't believe him," the old bag nearly screamed. "Make him show us the film!"
"That's right," the other demanded, "show us the movie!"
I shrugged my shoulders, said a small prayer under my breath and nodded to one of the girls to switch the lights off. The projector started to whirr-and the most beautiful female cocker spaniel came on the screen!
She duly gave birth to her pups, and when the movie had ended, Perkins apologized to me and angrily herded his two old bats out of the room. Everything was silent for a minute, then the entire class emitted one simultaneous "Whew!"
Before I had a chance to say anything, the bell rang and the class bounded to the doors-all except Ted Johnson, who was gathering his equipment up. I walked over to him and helped him.
"How in hell did you ever get Craig and his sister to help make that movie?" I asked him incredulously.
"We all belong to the same club and ... well, we thought it would be a gas!"
"Now comes the big question," I said. "Why me?"
"Gee, Mr. Norman, you should feel flattered! We initiated Candy and Stella last night, and they told us all about what a cool cat you are ... and Miss Jackman!"
"Oh, swell!" I exclaimed. "Now everyone in town will know about Miss Jackman...."
"...And Candy and Stella, and Miss Jackman's sister? Oh, no, Mr. Norman, this club has been active for five years and no one has ever yet squealed on what happens!"
"Five years!" I shouted. "Why, that's impossible! Why, you and the others are only thirteen or fourteen years old!"
"Oh, we weren't in the club five years ago, but our brothers and sisters were!"
"And it's gone on for five years without anyone ever getting caught?" I queried.
"Oh, no," he said, "there have been some who have gotten caught, but not one who ever squealed on any other members of the club."
"Well, that's fine," I sighed, "but Miss Jackman and I aren't members of the club, so if any of the kids want to squeal, they can and they won't be breaking any of the rules."
"Tell you what, Mr. Norman, I'll talk to some of the board members and see what we can do about maybe making you both honorary members, okay?"
I told him to go ahead and see what he could do. and he promised me an answer the next day.