Chapter 5

MY DOWNFALL

Stella's theme was so graphic and described so many almost unbelievable relationships that I hadn't taken my eyes off the paper until I was finished reading it. If all this was true, how fantastic? And even if the things she had written were all figments of her imagination, what a gold mine she would be to some publisher of pornography? The final sentence in her manuscript caused me to blush and look down at my crotch. I wasn't the only one looking?

My robe had fallen open during the intensity of reading Stella's theme, and now my penis was standing straight up in the air. The tip of it was wet where I had creamed during the reading, and there was now a small drop oozing out from the small hole in the knob.

I made a grab for the robe to cover myself, but I had been anticipated by Candy.

"If you cover it up, so help me, we'll both scream loud and longr"

I stopped cold and looked at the two girls. Both of their pairs of eyes were glued to the sight of my erect cock, and lust, pure unadulterated lust, was written on their young faces. They had teased and played before, but I had only to look at the expressions on their faces to realize they were not playing NOWT

"Can I cover up now?" I asked them beseechingly. "You've had your kicks for the day, haven't you?"

"Like hell we have!" Candy said. "We'll tell you when to cover up ... and I mean it, Mr. Norman, we'll raise all kinds of hell if you don't do exactly what we tell you. Besides, you wouldn't want to miss out on a good thing, would you? Look at Stella!"

Stella appeared to be hypnotized by the sight of my upraised organ. She sat almost immobile except for her hands, which were between her legs rubbing her covered pussy and her tongue which kept licking her lips. Candy stood and removed her blouse, her lovely immature tits standing at attention.

Suddenly I too was hypnotized. She was little more than a child, but she had a most desirable body and she knew how to make men want what she had. She cupped her small boobs in her hands and then rubbed her hands around them, pinching the nipples in between her fingers. Her shoulders were thrown back and her eyes were half-closed. She was rubbing her legs together as she stood in front of me, and I completely forgot Stella was even in the room.

I don't know if I made a noise when I stood up or not, but I do know I rushed to Candy, pushed her back onto the bed and fell on top of her.

I glued my mouth to hers and soon felt her lance-like tongue push itself into my mouth and search for my tongue. My hands cupped her child-like breasts and my hips ground into her pelvis. Her hands pushed my robe down over my shoulders and then she struggled to get it off of me.

"Get up a second," she murmured, taking her lips away from mine. "We've gotta get this robe off, and anyway you're too heavy on top. Pull my panties off, will you?"

My arms came out of the robe and it fell to the floor. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of her panties and started to draw them down over her hips. As I slid further down her body while removing her panties, my mouth was busy kissing and licking that delightfully young and tender skin. When the panties were over her knees, she raised her legs and bent her knees so that I could get them off easier. Her knees then fell open and I was treated to my first close-up view of that pussy that had been driving me out of my skull ever since I had come to teach at Fountainville Junior High.

It was shaded only by a light covering of reddish-blonde, curly hair which at her age only covered her pleasure-mound. It had not been growing long enough to have spread far beyond the pussy it was supposed to protect. Although only fresh into her teen years, there was a definite womanly odor about her box. It stared back at me as I leaned my hands on the edge of the bed and gazed at the fiery red slit with the tiny clitoris visible at the lower edge. It was more than I could bear, and I plunged my head between her legs and began to grunt and groan as I ate her pussy.

Her young legs were over my shoulders and she pressed her calves to the back of my neck, urging me inward and upward. Her hips moved to meet the thrust of my eager tongue as I whipped it in and out of her snatch.

"Eat it up, Teacher, eat it up!" she was saying while her hands pushed my head deeper in between her legs. "Scarf me good, suck it dry! Oh, Teacher, you've got an educated tongue! Teach my pussy some sucking lessons ... oohhh ... that's so gooodl"

Hands were suddenly grasping my legs and I soon felt my organ sliding into a warm, wet mouth, the teeth gently nibbling on it as it slid in. Out of my head with passion and lust, I began to move my hips, helping that mouth below me to savor the joy of the moment.

When Candy had started to utter the obscenities while I was chewing on her, it must have snapped Stella out of her hypnotic trance. She had watched the scene for a moment and then, throwing off her clothes, she had slid down to the floor below my throbbing prick and started to give this English teacher some juicy French lessons?

My tongue had brought forth two emissions from Candy, but she still kept the grip on my neck and head, urging me on to greater heights. Finally I felt her body tense, her hips move faster, and her fingers twist frantically in my hair. I knew she was coming to her third climax.

At the same time I felt the pressure within me ready to burst as a result of the expert oral action of the very busy Stella. She must have sensed it too, because she began massaging my hanging balls with one hand while she pressed a finger of the other hand about an inch into my anus. When my orgasm exploded into her mouth, she rammed the finger the rest of the way in, causing me to shoot an extra portion of that love-juice down her waiting throat.

I raised up from my position between Candy's legs and looked down at the small, bobbing head of Stella, who was still trying to suck more juice from my exhausted organ. Candy must have seen the action too, because she used her foot to push Stella away from my tool. I almost climaxed again as the sexy, slurping sound of my cock leaving her mouth came to my ears.

"For God's sake, Stella, that's enough! I want to get some of that prick-milk into my cunt later on! Don't drain him dry!"

Stella fell back on the floor. I climbed up on the bed and collapsed beside Candy, who took one of my hands and placed it over her down-covered pussy. She held it there until one of my fingers began to toy with her clit, then she turned her head and darted her tongue into my ear playfully while she put one hand around my now-limp cock.

My age as well as my trepidation at being with two 13-year-olds would not permit life to return to my organ. It just wobbled lifelessly in Candy's hand.

"Oh, you're no good to me in this condition," she said disgustedly. "Why don't you rest a minute and then read my theme? Maybe that will bring some starch back into your cock. Okay?"

I nodded and just lay there out of breath, out of ambition, and out of starch! I continued to move my finger around Candy's slit, toying with her clitoris, but it was all the strength I had. Perhaps I dozed for a moment, but when I became aware of my surroundings, I found that Candy had pushed my finger all the way into her vagina and was trying to ride my hand, her legs clamped tightly around my lower arm and wrist.

Stella had now revived and she was bending over my face attempting to insert one of her breasts into my mouth, the lustful look still on her face.

I pulled my hand away from Candy's crotch and pushed Stella back on the bed as I rose and walked to the chair across the room. Without bothering to pick up my robe, I fell into the chair and held my head in my hands, remorse for what I had participated in hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I felt no better than an ordinary child molester or a pervert. I had allowed my passions to rise to the point where I threw all good sense and decency to the winds-and with it, possibly my career and maybe even my freedom.

"Don't feel bad, Mr. Norman, we made you do it," Stella said. "Admit it, though, it was a ball, wasn't it?"

Why this struck me funny, I don't know, but suddenly it simply didn't matter any more. What the hell was I complaining about? Here I was in my room naked with two beautiful and sexy children, who lavished; their bodies on me as though I was one of their teen-age recording stars. Men have died for less ... and here I was feeling remorse. To hell with everything?

"Yeah, it was a ball ... and do you know what?" I asked. "As soon as this handle of mine gets stiff again, I'm going to ball you both!"

"Promises, promises," Candy laughed. "I don't think that dick of yours is ever going to get hard again, dammit! Shit, Stella, why did you have to suck him dry like that?"

"Don't put me down, Candy girl," Stella retorted. "If you hadn't got so damn horny and made him tongue-fuck your gash, maybe we both might have gotten some of that hard cock. You're as much to blame as I am!"

"Hey, you two," I interrupted. "Don't fight about it! It really was my fault. If I hadn't gotten so hot and bothered reading Stella's theme, maybe I wouldn't have gotten a hard-on and...."

"Why don't you read MY theme now?" Candy interjected. "If hers got you horny, mine will blow your cool for real?"

She handed me a stack of typewritten pages and I settled back to read. The first sentence caused me to look up at Candy and shake my head, smiling. This whole affair was part of a well-contrived plan!