Chapter 7
Most of Tina's pussy hair had grown back when the shit hit the fan.
Although she had enjoyed her fuck with the kinky British man at the time, when she looked back on it, she felt a little queasy. Hey, she was young enough as it was!
Especially, in comparison with the men whom she now to chose to fuck, not one of them under thirty, at the least, and all of them having some pretense of wealth or position.
In short, men who could not only make her happy in bed, making her come and come and come, but men who reminded her of how really young and naughty she was.
Tina felt a thrill of delicious devilment in her veins at the breakfast table when she dutifully told Daniel and Marina about this or that school play or project.
She loved to think that while she talked to them so sweetly, her cunt was still wet with the come of a forty year old lawyer or doctor she had met on Park Avenue.
She felt as if she were finally beating her parents at their own peculiar games.
She was the baddest girl of all!
Tina had no way of knowing at the time that the door to Mr. Marcus' office wasn't completely locked that afternoon when she decided to pull her greatest stunt of all, seducing her headmaster.
She had gone into his office after school, ostensibly to discuss her future college career. Marcus had been delighted with the way Tina had apparently shaped up during the last year of school.
As far as he was concerned, she was the best sixteen year old at Dreary.
As far as Tina was concerned, she was the best cocksucker at Dreary. Hell, she had been when she was fourteen!
As she sat demurely on the other side of his desk, Tina was wondering if the man remembered just why she had been sent home, expelled and humiliated, that day two years ago. She hoped that the memory of her exploits in the alley, sucking off that Salton boy, would make Marcus turn on a little.
Before their conference was over, Tina managed to brew up a little, sparkling tear in the corner of her eye.
"What's the matter, Tina?" her headmaster asked in surprise, a college catalogue in his hand.
"Oh, Mr. Marcus, I was just thinking how good you have been to me! I mean, most headmasters would have expelled me for good after, well, after what happened in the alley that time. But you've been so understanding, and I feel so ashamed now!" She began to sniffle. .
"Why, Tina, thank you!" The middle aged man was touched by the pretty young girl's confession of gratitude. He stood up and walked around the side of her chair to pat her trembling shoulder, telling that it was alright, he understood.
"Do you, do you really understand what it's like to be a teenage girl?" she smiled gratefully though her tears, looking up at him with what the man read as hero worship. "Certainly, Tina."
The pretty girl, who was sniffing back her sobs, rested her head on the older man's hip as he patted her shoulder again paternally. He was barely aware of the way she was snaking her arms around his legs, below his ass, until she was hugging him tightly.
"I feel so ashamed, though, knowing that every time you see me in the hall, you remember that day, me in the alley, with my shirt up and that boy with his trousers down and me with his ... "
Mr. Marcus did not need to be reminded of that day. He was thinking about it now, and his cock trembled hard and thick.
When Tina ran one delicate hand over the curve of his thighs and took his cock in her hands through his trousers, the man couldn't have stopped if he had wanted to.
All these years as a headmaster, watching the young girls grow up to become sensuous women, he had yearned for something like this to happen.
Tina was reading his mind as she pulled down his zipper and let his cock plop warm and thick into her hand. She used her arms around his legs to turn him slightly, and before the man knew what was happening, Tina St. Peters was using her hands on his ass to lever his cock in and out of her gobbling, greedy, cocksucking mouth!
The man closed his eyes tightly, head thrown back with pleasure as the hot tongue on his cock lashed back and forth, urging his knob further down her throat as she brought her hands in front and began to squeeze and fondle his balls, pulling his trousers down so far that they were around his ankles when the door opened and Mrs. Fungle, the head librarian, strolled in.
"I've got that booooook!! " she shrilled as her eyes took in the sight of the very proper headmaster getting a very proper blow job from one of the juniors!
Mrs. Fungle sharply assessed the situation, from the gaping mouth of the blushing headmaster, to the prick-eating grin on Tina's face. Mrs. Fungle was a widow, and a clever one at that.
Within an hour, the parents of Tina St. Peters were rushing from Wall St. and Westchester respectively to pick up their daughter, who had been expelled from Dreary for good, and Mrs. Fungle was telling the headmaster that she wanted a white wedding.
"After all, YOU'VE never been married before, Mr. Marcus," she explained.
"I don't believe this!" Daniel St. Peters announced to the whole world at large as he drove the Mercedes through the thick tangle of Manhattan traffic. Tina was sitting mute and silent beside him.
Marina, sitting in the back seat, was silent, too, less from fear than from the slightly dulling effects of the four martinis she had consumed at lunch.
"You are unbelievable, Tina," Dan sputtered, the car idling hotly in the rush hour traffic. "It's bad enough to be expelled; other people's daughters are expelled, and they live through it fine, because who can hold a grudge against a girl for being truant or not doing her homework. But being expelled for deliberately seducing, or trying to seduce, the headmaster is another ball game!"
"But, Daddy, I told you that Mr. Marcus wanted it! It was the librarian who ... "
"I don't care who or what or how. I only know that whatever it was, it got you kicked out of the most expensive school in the city. Jesus, when I think of all the money that I've plowed into that place ... "
Tina and Marina were silent for the rest of the ride, afraid to interrupt Dan during his tirade.
Marina shifted uncomfortably in the back seat. She had been in bed, sipping a solitary lunch for a change, and letting her French maid gently frig her with the neck of yet another empty gin bottle, when the call from the librarian came through. Marina had hastily pulled on her clothes and taken the express train into the city, but now, an hour and a half later, her cunt still felt a little fluttery and wet.
Dan had been contemplating buzzing the intercom and getting either Terri or Sue to come in and give him an end-of-the-working-day blow job before he went off to the health and tennis club, and then over to the sleek, red apartment of a young woman he had met at a conference the other day.
Tina hadn't planned on being caught in the act. Marcus' cock was pretty nice, and he was probably the oldest, most grateful man she had been with yet. She had been looking forward to lying back on his big, schoolish desk and taking his cock into her cunt hole almost as much as she had been looking forward to blackmailing him with the facts after the sexual acts were over. He would have been willing to overlook any infraction and to make sure she got into the best college with the dagger of statutory rape hanging over his head, the old coot.
Instead, Mrs. Fungle was doing the blackmailing, getting rid of troublemaker Tina St. Peters and getting a husband, all at the same time.
"A corrupt minor," the old biddy had reminded her, "goes to Juvenile Home."
Maybe Mr. Marcus was being punished enough, she decided.
Still, Tina felt sorry for herself, not getting the fuck that she had been juicing up for, and now having to submissively endure her father's wrath and her mother's moans. They probably wouldn't let her out of the house until they found another school willing to take her. That meant no trips into the city, and no men, at least for the moment.
In short, the entire St. Peters family was itching with unspent sex.
Their anger was growing hotter by the minute, especially Tina's. They just don't understand, the girl thought to herself, they I just don't care at all.
Dan told Tina what she had expected to hear, that she was grounded until further notice.
"Good," she added mildly, "we'll probably I all see more of each other than we have in years."
Dan looked over at his daughter when he stopped for a red light. That was the last comment he had expected to hear out of the I girl. He didn't see a trace of insincerity in her pretty, young face, as he had expected after that rather snide comment.
Tina just looked straight ahead. Her profile was perfect, like a Roman or Greek goddess. Her pretty lips were warm and full in profile, as were her very womanly breasts. Dan wondered, despite his fatherly intentions at discipline, what those lips had looked like, wrapped around Marcus' shaft.
The thought made his cock stir.
"The light, Dan," Marina spoke up from the back seat. "The other cars are honking at us; the light changed a full minute ago!"
Even from her slightly tipsy perspective, Marina had caught the girl's words.
Was it possible that Tina was chiding them, or was she trying to be friendly? Marina thought it over. She had seen Dan staring at the girl until the beeping cars behind made him move on. Tina did bear a striking resemblance to Marina in her youth, right to the color of her ashen hair.
Marina glanced into the mirror of her compact. Her eyes were red, and not just from the tears she had been holding back since the expulsion. The gin, she knew, was making them like that, and the gin was responsible for the puffiness of her cheeks and around her eyes. She had been getting rather gaunt of late, too; Marina knew that the alcohol that seemed to flow in her veins now was cutting her appetite, and the only exercise she got was making love with Suzette, and occasionally one of her bridge partners, or possibly the Amazonian manicurist who stopped by the house to beautify Marina's nails.
Her peculiar world of parties, booze, and lesbian sex was making her a wreck. Everybody, including Marina, could see that.
Up until a year or two ago, she could handle it all, and still look radiant.
Marina had seen the way her husband looked at their beautiful daughter, and wished that she were still attractive enough to command that attention.
"Well," Marina spoke as they neared the house and Dan wound up his lecture to Tina about the evils of illicit sex, "I think that we all need a good rest after this. I mean, it has been very wearing on all of us. In fact, I think that it might be a good idea if I went away to that place, The Silver Spa, in Arizona, for a while. I think it would do me some good to rest for a while and ... "
Tina and Dan knew that Marina was talking about drying out.
". . .I'll still stick around until we find you another school Tina," the woman finished, offering one last vain flourish of maternal instinct to draw her back into reality.
"No, Mother, it's okay," Tina said. She wanted to add that it was typical, Marina going off somewhere just when Tina needed her most, but she bit back the words rather than have her father lash out at her for being impudent. Besides, Tina realized, Mummy needs this booze cure more than I need her!
"Tina will go to the school I choose for her," Dan told the two females as they walked into the big house. "IF the school I chose will ACCEPT her!"
"Maybe a nunnery," Tina said so softly Dan almost didn't catch it.
Dan grabbed the girl's arm before she could mount the stairs. Tina's eyes widened in rebellious distain and her nostrils flared as Dan pulled her so close to his angry face that she could see his perfect, white teeth flashing as he spoke.
"Listen, you are not too old for me to take over my knee again, young lady!"
Tina smiled at her father. One of the maids was dusting near them, and the full staff was in the house, not like that time Tina had been dragged down the back stairs into Dan's private office and paddled.
Dan dropped her elbow, knowing that paddling his sixteen year old daughter would create gossip that the family could never live down once the servants got wind of it. Tina's simpering smile addled him.
He watched the girl walk up the stairs, her youthful school uniform inadequate to conceal the adult body beneath.
He had a hard-on when he slammed and locked the private door to his at-home office.
"Why Mr. Browne, it's so nice to see you!" Tina exclaimed as Theo Browne, her father's partner on Wall Street stepped through the front door.
"Hello, Tina," Theo Browne greeted the girl, giving her a paternal kiss on the cheek and a fatherly hug.
He felt big, cushiony breasts squeezing against his chest, and he looked the girl up and down when they finished their greeting.
"Heavens, Tina," Theo exclaimed, "you've grown up so much since I last saw you! Practically a grown woman!"
"Thank you," Tina dimpled, knowing that she was a woman in every way already.
"Is your father home?" Theo asked. "I know it's crazy to come by on a Saturday and expect to find him, without phoning first, but I had a few papers that Sue forgot to have him sign, and they're very important."
"Well," Tina considered the situation, "Father has gone out for a while, clothes shopping, I think, but I imagine he'll be back soon. Would you like to wait?"
Theo hesitated. Undoubtedly Dan, if he knew his partner as he thought he did, would be chatting up some sales girl right about now. Odds on when the man got home were pretty
"Please?" Tina begged him. "I know that you know a lot about colleges, you see, having had so many kids to put through them" they both laughed "and I could use your advice. Please? Besides, I am so lonely out here I could die!"
Tina wasn't lying to the attractive, if slightly greying, stock broker. She was lonely, having been confined to the house ever since Marina had left for Arizona two weeks ago. Dan was proving to be a pretty strict disciplinarian now that Tina's welfare was entirely in his hands, and the servants had been instructed that they would lose their jobs if Miss St. Peters got off the estate.
Suzette had gone with Marina, so Tina knew that she didn't even have the chance of a little lesbian action. Tina had seen the two women going at it the afternoon before they took off for the spa, and Tina hadn't been too disgusted by her mother's lewd behavior not to be turned on as she watched the little maid insert her delicate fingers and tongue in Marina's slot. Thinking that no one could possibly see them from the French windows that opened from Marina's bedroom to the patio, the women had sucked and played with each other for over an hour, providing Tina with a hot, voyeuristic thrill as she rubbed her hands against her jeans in the garden.
Tina had often noted how pretty Suzette looked, and she was a little surprised at her mother for being so bold and sexual in bed.
Maybe when they got back, Tina had thought, I'll get myself alone with that little maid. That would show Mummy!
But for the moment, Tina was totally alone, with not a single opportunity to go out and find a good, thick, masculine cock to satisfy her.
Well, I just hope Daddy is happy when he makes me suffer, the girl thought glumly. The man hadn't been home too much lately, taking breakfast before Tina, lazy with her expulsion, got up and returning long after she had dinner. He brought home a slew of catalogues for day and boarding schools for Tina to look at. He had even suggested in a two minute conference with the girl the night before that she might be able to get into a college now and skip her last year of high school.
"If you're so grown up that you can go around seducing headmasters, maybe it's time you started playing for real," Dan had told her. "Why should I piss away five or six thousand for a high school where you can be expelled? I can just send you to college and tell them you're eighteen already. Then you can fuck and debauch anybody you want, you little slut!"
Dan had stalked out of the door, leaving Tina in tears.
Dan was covering up his concern and sudden, strange, disturbing feelings about the girl with harsh words, but Tina didn't understand that.
All she understood was that Daddy didn't want her to have any fun and that he was as stupid as old Mr. Marcus.
I'll show him, Tina told herself that morning when Theo Browne stopped by the estate. I'll show him good!
Theo was flattered by the pretty young girl's attention. Although he had two daughters and a son who were older than Tina, he didn't see the girl in that light. When she laughed at his small, stock brokers' jokes, he saw her as a young woman.
And when she perched herself on the arm of his chair in her father's study, so that she could read the college catalogues with him, he was genuinely flattered that the girl valued his opinion.
He was also genuinely excited by the way her long, lean thigh rested casually, as if she didn't notice the pressure, alongside his arm on the side of the chair.
Tina kept turning over, pointing out this and that feature of the colleges to him, and her soft shirt, tucked into tight jeans, billowed out. When he turned his head, just so, he could see down into the warm, dark valley between her tits.
Theo had been informed by Dan, rather off-handedly, that Tina had been expelled yet again, but this time for keeps, from Dreary School.
Trying to take his mind off the way the girl's light perfume was rising on the warmth of her skin, so close to him, Theo cleared his throat and asked Tina what had happened at school that was so terrible.
"That is, if you want to talk about it," he added gently, having no idea of the serious nature of her offenses.
Tina lowered her eyes guiltily. "I'd like to talk about it, really, but ... "
"It's alright, Tina," Mr. Browne patted her thigh. God, that was firm thigh! "I have daughters, too, you know, so I know that sometimes young women have trouble telling adults about things."
"I wish Daddy understood as well as you do, Mr. Browne," Tina sighed, letting one small tear wash down her blushing cheek.
Theo was moved. "Come, come, Tina, why don't you tell me about it, if you feel you can't tell your father." like the kind man that he was, Theo Browne slipped an arm around Tina's waist and drew the young girl down onto his lap, cradling her head on his shoulder as she sniffed and wept.
It wasn't until she started to lay out the scenario that Theo realized coaxing the crying teenager onto his lap had been a logistical mistake.
He had extended his sympathy and paternal affection to the girl, and as she described the way in which that brutish Marcus had seduced her, forcing her to take his cock between her lips, and then expelling her so that she would be discredited in her honesty and no threat to him, Theo Browne realized he was extending more than sympathy and a receptive ear.
His cock was extending frantically under Tina's round, young bottom.
Tina could feel that hard-on arching up under her ass, and she stayed plumb on top of it as she outlined the afternoon with Marcus, her version at least, in gloriously lewd terms.
"Can you blame me for being so upset?" she sobbed into his shoulder, letting her mouth rest against this neck so tenderly that she could see the little masculine hairs on the back of his neck rise.
"No, no, Tina, I can't blame you at all," Mr. Browne croaked, his voice thick. "In fact, I can barely blame your headmaster, either." He spoke in a low, aching timbre. "You are a very attractive girl, and he was obviously overcome by your youthful beauty, that's all."
Tina sat back, hoping her attempt to display surprise and pleasure at his compliment would look real. She wriggled on his lap, letting him know that she knew her ass had inspired that rock hard erection.
"Do you really think I'm attractive?" she breathed. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that! I've always, always, had a crush on you, but I wasn't old enough to understand what, well, what sex appeal was all about ... "
Tina let her voice trail off as she brought her mouth down to meet Mr. Browne's.
His vanity, she knew, was almost as big as his cock.