Chapter 1
Susanna felt very much at home in the classroom studio and wondered why Professor Peridot seemed so nervous as he escorted her down the central aisle to the raised platform.
"Gentlemen and ladies, we are honored to have a Pantamonet alumnus as our guest in female form today."
Suzy repressed the urge to laugh. Peridot was still the same. Still trying to affect that females were only art forms to him, but she'd bet he was still one of the leading lechers on campus.
She glanced up at the high vaulted ceiling and the towering glass walls that gave maximum light to budding artists who used the room. It was almost like being out-of-doors which, she knew, was why she and a yet-to-be-met man had been invited as the first male and female ever to pose together in the nude for a Pantamonet art class.
"With that much sun on the scene," smirked one school trustee, voting agreement to the request, "can't anything be done that's remiss."
Looking from face to face as the elderly teacher led her past the half circles of easels, Susanna smiled at former classmates she recognized and fingered the tightly buttoned gray smock Peridot had asked her to wear till the posing began. There were more than thirty in the class, she guessed. About half guys, half girls. Good. The old man cleared his throat nervously when a titter reached him from one of the student sculptors and Suzy grimaced as his bony fingers tightened on her elbow.
"Don't be anxious, my dear," he said paternally and she glanced quickly at his hawkish, withered face, wondering that in all the years when she had been his student, she never had noticed the thickness of his glasses. He must be nearly blind. "Are you clad beneath your smock?" His voice was strangely tense for one who must have painted a thousand naked lady forms in his prime.
"Not a thread," admitted Suzy. "Isn't nude how you wanted me to pose, Dr. Peridot?"
"Nude? Yes, yes, of course. Watch the step." He squeezed her arm and she stepped past him up onto the platform. She strolled back to the cabana-like plastic shell where the models were always placed. "I don't know what's keeping Malcolm," Peridot grumbled, entering the posing shell with her.
"Maybe he got cold feet," she giggled, feeling an odd resentment that in the cabana shell on the platform stage she was only visible to the class. "After all, it is a first for all of us, isn't it?" She looked impudently at the bent figure of the teacher hovering close and fingered the top button on her smock.
Not till the formless sheathe drifted from her shoulders was Peridot aware that she had stripped her cover and his annoyed sigh burst impatiently. "Why are young people these days so ready to take off their clothes?" he chuckled petulantly, even as he stepped behind her and stooped to collect her tumbled cotton cover. "Very well, we will proceed without Malcolm if class is ready."
Peridot scarcely heard the chorus of assent from his class in his preoccupation with the devastating female body before him. He had persuaded this favorite of all his former students to do what she had repeatedly declined to do solo when she was an art student under him. Now, newly returned to Pantamonet as staff, she was to be first in the experimental male/female modeling for Advanced Sculpture 102.
"You have become a lovely woman, Susanna," admired Peridot, nodding toward the crimson cushion near the back of the posing shell. "As I mentioned, in this scene you are to be the Viking wife comforting your mortally wounded husband."
An old man's frame is a wonderful concealment of his unrelenting passions, thought Peridot as he positioned her at the edge of the hassock. She was still letting her near raven-black hair hang long and loose, almost reaching her hips. In brazen self-assurance, she drew her shoulders back to his inspection, and richly overdeveloped breasts thrust animatedly from an almost indecently curvaceous torso. He noticed with slight disappointment that her nipples were quiescent and wondered at the turbulent penis stiffening under his professorial smock. Not one in this room would believe Dr. Henri Peridot, seventy-three, could still mount such an erection.
How was any man not to, with that provocative, wanton creature on naked display! At last she was back, just as she had promised when she left for Wellesley. Casing the perfect form of her body, the devastating satin that accented the slope of gentle shoulders, the wildness of her hips, and the sleek contour of her saucy buttocks, the aging Peridot chuckled silently. He knew that this tantalizing female had already stirred in every male student trying to sketch her. And what she would do to the male model if he ever showed. So they were going to put him out to pasture within the month after thirty loyal years, were they? They'd remember his swan song, unless he had misjudged Miss Susanna Wilde and Malcolm Staunton.
"You may sketch your preliminary work." The professor turned reluctantly from his proximity to the intoxicating Susanna and glared at the students. "If one of you young men wishes to volunteer, we will perhaps need your services in Staunton's stead."
A half a dozen eager hands wigwagged readiness to . volunteer to pose with Susanna. "Get your butt to work," growled one to his neighbor. "That's wastin' your time, if you want what I know damned well you want. She's a faculty brat-her old man heads History. Susanna's just a cockteaser."
"There will be no conversation in my classroom!" snapped Peridot staring at the two conversing in the back row. "There is not time to waste when we have the service of a live subject. Ahh! The late M'sieur Staunton is with us, I believe."
Malcolm appeared at the edge of the platform and grinned shyly at Suzy as he apologized to the teacher. "Sorry, sir. I was held up in traffic."
"At least you are ready for work, I presume," snipped Peridot, beckoning him impatiently to the platform. "You may strip in the closet and here is your smock for rest periods."
With a casual over-the-shoulder nod, Mai started for the dressing room. "Isn't she s'posed to be wearing a veil or somethin'?"
"That is quite right, now that you're here," grunted Peridot, snatching a transparent shroud from a side table. "You, of course, are to be au naturel."
Minutes later Malcolm, whom Susanna never had seen before, emerged from the tiny room attached to the posing shell, an athletic supporter covering his groin while the rest of him was proudly on display.
"Au tiaturel, m'sieur!" stormed the professor, his voice dripping scorn. "Since you are not a student in this department we forgive your stupidity. But you are to allow this class the privilege of sketching all of your body, not part body and part ... how do you athletes call it . . . jock strap! I assure you, your modesty is of no interest here."
The class roar echoed from the ceiling and Staunton's face was beet-red as he looked from Peridot to the girl with whom he had agreed to pose. "Yeah ... yes, sir!" he choked tensely, "but well, gosh, I didn't know you meant everything off." He tried for nonchalance as he bent to drag the supporter from his hips.
It almost came across as nonchalance till he straightened and turned toward the waiting Susanna. From the back row of easels came the irreverent jibe, "Get the jock back on him!"
"That will be enough, sir!" snapped a churlish Peridot, running his hand nervously through his thick silvery mane of hair. He pointedly ignored that the denuding had revealed Malcolm the possessor of a penis that even limp hung a formidable six inches. Unknown to Mai, the professor had personally picked him from the student body in planning this never-to-be-forgotten moment in Academy history. For a month Peridot had frequented the locker room and showers at the gym till he found the likeliest prospect.
Malcolm Staunton, a lean and lanky eighteen-year-old, was on scholarship to Pantamonet Academy. A request to do any task from a faculty member was as a command to a scholarship youth. Assessing the slim toughness of the swim team captain, then gauging him potentially hyper-sexed by the size of his reproductive parts, Peridot invited Mai to this first time experiment. Reluctant at first, Mai was easily swayed by the twenty dollar bill the old man pressed into his palm.
Now, catching the flicker of Susanna's lashes as he tried to affect the casual disinterest of a professional model, Mai was suddenly unnerved.
"Hello, Malcolm, I'm Susanna." Her hand reaching for his in apparent total disinterest of their mutual nudity was what saved Mai from total instant panic.
"Harrrummppff." Peridot gestured impatiently to the point where he wanted his male model to park his butt. "You have been mortally wounded in battle and your wife has found you on the field. She cradles you thusly ... m'sieur." Not toogently, he drew Mai across Susanna's legs, forcing his torso to a deep arch across her thighs. With meticulous care, Peridot placed Mai's legs and arms in the classic position of the mortally wounded. Then carefully he tilted Susanna's head upward to suggest the agony of a woman losing her man and praying to the Viking god to spare him. Privately the professor was ecstatic. The Staunton boy was going to be rather quickly in difficulty with himself, Peridot knew. As he bent the young man's thigh to the position he wanted, he casually flicked the rubbery penis across the curve of Mai's thigh and heard the involuntary gasp of his male model.
"Very well, class. Your subjects I believe are ready. Are you quite comfortable, Mamselle ... M'sieur? We shall want you in this position for approximately one half an hour." Inwardly delighted with the panic he saw etched on Mai's face, Peridot turned on his heel and left the platform.
It was more than Suzy had bargained for in accepting the modeling invitation from her former teacher on her return to the Virginia campus of Pantamonet Academy. They had joked together about how shy she had been in her academy days and she observed quietly that the year at Wellesley had changed all that; she saw many things differently now. When Peridot had challenged her claim, she had accepted his invitation to be first in a tradition of mixed modeling.
The tableau spread before the youthful sculptors would have challenged the resistance power of any curious trustee of faculty member who paused at the door. One, in fact, did stop by. Dr. Everett Wilde, chairman of History, long needled by a latent daughter lust, couldn't resist the lure to accept Peridot's invitation to observe the innocent openness of this latest innovation on progressive Pantamonet's campus. Wilde stopped just outside the studio door and caught his breath at the devastatingly erotic spectacle of his daughter and one of the campus athletic heroes displayed in nude beauty for thirty of their peers to sketch.
Fantastic sensuality could be observed in the scene of Malcolm Staunton, his back stretched across Suzy's thighs, body reclining in affectation of a wounded soldier, while wondrous Suzy of the explosive breasts and the nothing waist and the fabulous hips cushioned the youth. Wilde glared at the drooping cock that lay limply across the youth's sleek thigh and marveled at its quiescence. Just looking at Suzy had already driven Everett Wilde to total erection and so it would any normal male, he thought. Lest any of the invited faculty or trustee members stop at the opened door, Dr. Wilde reached for the handle to guarantee the class's seclusion and quietly closed the door.
"Ye gods, it's warm," muttered Malcolm under his breath. "I'm really hot."
"Relax," soothed the new voice on campus. "You'll see it gets cooler in a few minutes."
"Good."
All was quiet for several minutes. Out of the corner of her eye Suzy saw the door to the studio close and wondered who did that. Annoying. She had come home from Massachusetts a liberated female. Almost narcissistic in her pride of her body beautiful, she decided. That's why the modeling opportunity to show off her super shape was a lark, and who had to close the door like that?
"Damn." Mai's epithet slipped whisper-soft from his lips.
"What?"
"Me. Sweatin' like a pig. Sorry."
"Relax."
She could observe his lower body without altering the tilt Peridot had given her head, and Mai's lower body was all she had to see. The penis lay really soft and apparently disinterested. Unexpectedly a vicious, fleeting fear grabbed her. She was back in Harvard Yard that night of the wildness that ended with her expulsion from Wellesley. Only a professional courtesy to her father had kept a full report of her role as ringleader in the runaway orgy from following her back to Virginia. Now, feeling the tide of her relentless sexuality building, her head spinning from her age-old lust for her father and for spontaneous sex with every man who resembled him, she almost panicked and fled.
It could be the nightmare of the follow-up to Harvard Yard all over, her thoughts revealed suddenly. Only this time it would be expulsion from Pantamonet Academy, not Wellesley College, and this would be a worse condemnation. There was a very special man in this place, a man she had to possess-her father. She suspected he knew and was afraid. Even he, if things went other than as she intended they should, could be lost to her and she could be driven from the Shenandoah Valley.
Then from the corner of her eye she saw a slight puffiness showing in the rubbery length of penis belonging to that beautiful male stretched across her legs. Fear ... strategy ... father-lust... all dispelled before that magic starting to happen in Malcolm Staunton's groin.
"God, Susanna ... I'm ..." His whisper died and beads of perspiration moved down Mai's forehead as he felt the stirring deep within. Tingling nerve endings announced to the flesh of his still softened cock the message of his beginning arousal.
She felt the moisture of his sweat against the palms of her hand, and the nape of his neck at the curve of her thigh was heated like a furnace.
"Malcolm, whatever is your problem?" she murmured, sure she could not be heard by those at the "nearest easels. "Can't you control yourself?"
No response from Mai, only a slight shifting of his legs.
Behind the back row of easels Henri Peridot scowled at the work of one of the students and exclaimed for the benefit of all the class that Miss Wilde had other anatomical parts than those on which the young man was concentrating his sketching. Susanna smiled without showing it, remembering the countless times the lecherous old professor had proffered advice as he stood at her back in student days, letting her feel his cock jab her tail from under the camouflage of his formless smock. She wondered how many of his present naive female students knew of his virility, in ' spite of his age.
The feeling moved with dizzying finality through her head. A sensation always came just before she really let herself go. That, in some other females, would be mistaken as a woman at the approach of fainting. Susanna wasn't a fainter. Susanna wasn't a teaser or put-on artist either. Susanna Wilde was a newly aware, highly sexed girl, still naive, with a copulation track record that had till now only one experience-that in the Yard at Harvard. Now the feeling was back again and she knew she was already past the point of no return as far as Malcolm Staunton was concerned. He looked like her father. She had to publicly seduce him and publicly be taken by him; it was the way sex had suddenly become for Susanna Wilde-a thing too beautiful to be hidden with such a man.
She assessed Mai's genitalia in a covert glance and marveled that he seemed to have found the self-control she had chided him about, while she totally lost her own. Pinpricks of sensual excitement disturbed her nipples as she looked at the loaded testicles and the snakelike cock. Risking rebuke for altering her head position, she stole a glance at his face and saw his eyes were squeezed shut, obviously against having to look up at her breasts from where he lay.
Without a word she contracted her vaginal muscles to send tiny ripples through the meeting of her thighs where the back of his head rested. It was time.
She took a deep breath and whispered, "Open your eyes, Malcolm." A slight urging of her pubes against his head was to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep in his prone position.
"Ununnnhh!" he muttered fiercely.
"I love to watch a man get a long hard penis." She straightened slightly, knowing that now his eyes had to open. "All girls can get is like a little nipple hard-on."
"Awwwhhh, don't," he begged under his breath, stirring against the cushion of her thighs and stealing a look he instantly regretted.
"Mai, can I ask you something very personal?" She saw the cock had stretched noticeably across the top curve of his thigh and the crown was fuller, though the stem was still spongy. "Do you feel self-conscious with that much organ? I mean it's one of the biggest, I bet You must masturbate a lot."
"I don't!" he moaned, squirming helplessly as he finally fully understood her intention to force him to arousal. "You know you've got about the biggest set I ever saw, too, baby." If he thought he could shame her to silence with the phony barb, it did precisely the opposite.
"Thank you," she said softly. "I'm very proud of my breasts.. I'd like the prettiest and the biggest in the world. Ohhh, your cock is moving!"
He spat the epithet under his breath, wondering even as he felt the crawling flesh of his organ how he could have let himself be trapped, knowing it was already too late to run from the room without making a total ass of himself. "Suzy, please," he begged the girl he had never met till this hour.
"I'm Susanna, Malcolm. Suzy is a little girl's name and I'm not a little girl anymore. Malcolm, you can't see down there, but I'll tell you. You're already about ten inches long and ... and the top is real dark. Does it always swell that big before the stem goes hard?" A maddening, pretended disinterest could be heard in her voice.
"Ah, Jeez ... Suz ... ahhh." His body was wracked with a sudden uncontrollable spasm as the awareness of the trap slammed home on a young man who till this disaster had seen the Pantamonet Academy swim team as springboard to his entry into Olympic competition. His whole future was in trouble, his thoughts panicked, and all because this hot witch was deliberately turning him on.
Low murmurs sounding from out in the studio classroom let Suzy know she had the undivided class attention and momentarily would have that of horny Peridot. Still affecting her pose, head tilted as if oblivious to Mai's problem, she watched every maddening development of his erection process. The thick dorsal vein along the top of the shaft seemed ready to burst in its eagerness; the glans cap was now fully three inches in breadth, and the prick had lifted to a quivering forty-five degree angle from Mai's thigh.
"Make it stand straight up!" hissed Susanna to the agonized Mai. "It looks too pretty to be the Leaning Tower of Pisa."
When her verbal seduction finally took him, the erection of Malcolm Staunton's phallic power was no more a gradual thing but more as if someone had pulled a taut elastic band deep inside his body connected to his penis. A gasp broke from the students at the sight of one of Pantamonet's athletic heroes sprawled across the lap of the dazzling daughter of a faculty member, boasting a totally inflated penis. Like a top-heavy ivory cane with a great mahogany knob, the prick swayed in burgeoning hypertension as Dr. Henri Peridot stalked down center aisle toward the pair on the platform.
It was all and more than Peridot had hoped for in structuring the impossible posing of two sexually starved young people-Malcolm, deprived by the rigors of his swimming training of any sexual activity as part of his pledge to his coach; Susanna, self-deprived of any sexual action for the two months since her Harvard fiasco. Now, explosive forces were running free in both, and Peridot well knew he was engaged in what could be his final hour at Pantamonet. The old man was ready. The school would at least remember him.
"M'sieur Staunton, this will never do!" The professor stood glaring at the foot of the platform step as if afraid to mount it and confront the animal truth. "Can you not contain yourself?"
It needed no answer and Mai was in no way able to speak or to move. The instant he felt the charge of his lust racing uncontrollably, he felt the simultaneous sense of a gigantic defeat. Everything he had tried to build at Pantamonet in the months since he'd transferred in from Citadel was about to fold-and all because of a cock-teasing wench. It was goddamned unfair, his resentment seethed, for a total stranger sexpot to deliberately put him in a spot like this.
Well beyond control of the situation, he stared at his penis, so rigid now it barely swayed when he squirmed as if to roll away from Susanna's lap. Her hand, tender but firm on the curve of his shoulder, kept him from leaving, and a moan spilled from his lips as the flush darkened his face.
Professor Peridot, hunched and shriveled with age, advanced up the two steps of the platform and crossed to the pair postured in the cabana shell. They made a completely intoxicating sight, the two representing all that Henri Peridot had longed for over seventy-three frustrating years. Susanna Wilde, daughter of a fellow faculty member despised by Peridot for his part in censoring the art department head's indiscretions some years earlier, was to Henri everything a woman should be. Fantastic contours at every point. Breasts delightfully too large, firm and impudent in their thrust, and every other curve to her body youthfully saucy in. invitation to copulation. He'd tried and missed two years before-this time she was ready. Her eyes said so., He stood glowering down at the trembling form of Pantamonet-athlete-supreme, Malcolm Staunton. Another want denied Peridot in his youth-to be athletic, or at least to look athletic. Before him, obviously humiliated for his lack of control, was such an athlete.
"Very well, Monsieur Staunton, please step to the supply closet here and spare us the boredom of watching as you relieve yourself of this situation." He glared at Mai's erection and a wave of pity swept through Susanna for having done what she had intentionally done to Mai. Maybe in the end it wouldn't be worth it.
"I am certain," Peridot snapped contemptuously, "none of us cares to assist you in your favorite game!"
There was something damnably cruel in his attitude and, feeling as though she were floating in a vacuum, Suzy leaned protectively across Mai, her fingers squeezing tightly to restrain his second attempt to sit up. She looked defiantly into the thick-rimmed lens over her and saw the same man who had letched around her a half-dozen times in her last student year here. As if some outside force were controlling her arm, she felt it slide across Mai's trembling, straining front, and suddenly she was clasping the horny gristle of his prick shaft.
"I care to assist Monsieur Staunton, if he will permit me," she hissed, barely conscious of thirty pair of eyes wide and stunned, watching as her clenched fist began to move on the phallic rod. "I think you are very cruel, Monsieur Peridot. There is no reason, just because he is a male and has this beautiful part to him, that he should have to hide to relieve himself, as you say."
A startled artist professor never lost his composure or his leer. "Perhaps Mamselle Wilde would then care to expedite the relief so the class may return to more important affairs?"
The searing reality of the situation came sizzling home to Susanna. It hadn't been possible to plan what might happen to her accepting this private invitation from Peridot to pose; but he was about to try to turn it into a silly masculinity thing, embarrass someone many years younger to satisfy his own hatreds. As suddenly came the flare of anger. "I would be honored to help him, if he'll let me," she heard herself say.
Mai's head moved against the under-curve of her breast as he made a gagging, inarticulate response. A wave of sympathy mixed with a desire to run away swept Susanna and she stared at the ballooning, need-filled phallus.
"You're very pretty," she said in low intimate tones, talking only to the swollen mushroom crown and leaning close to stare at the winking eyelet in its center as she traced the soaring column of the erection. "You ought to be showing yourself off to girls all the time." She tightened her grip and pulled firmly back along the shaft, forcing the grossly distended cap to even more agonized distortion as the satiny prick cap darkened to a deeper vermilion and burgeoned wider.
"I wish you were mine." Everyone in the class could hear her words and no one doubted she meant it. "I'd want you hard all the time, and I'd play with you every chance I got, and I'd know why people who couldn't do it would hate me for having all this!" Her fist accelerated the masturbatory rhythm and Mai's groan was no longer one of shame.
Her fingers were squeezing the penis so tightly now that her knuckles showed white. "I'd just have to show the whole world the pretty juice I had inside me, if I had you." She was panting now. "And I'd love you and I'd . . . ooohhhh!"
The fountain of semen erupted and she pounded the prick maniacally, turned on by the sight of the ejaculation, ignoring the sparkle of drops that showered her cheeks and splashed her thin veil.
"Well!" Professor Peridot, who had retreated to the shadows of the shell cabana, possessed with the excitement of her action, stepped from his concealment and strode smugly toward the two, pausing when he stood at her shoulder. "I presume we are to be asked to excuse you two lovers," he snipped, voice highly pitched in tension as he glared at Mai's slowly collapsing hard-on, still cupped in her palm. It occurred to Peridot that he had never seen her look so beautiful as she stared up at him now.
"We are not lovers, Monsieur!" Her eyes sparkled angrily. "We never met till just now and ho, you don't have to excuse us, unless we have embarrassed you. Right, Malcolm?"
"Thanks ... thanks ..." It was the only word Mai seemed able to say in a mumbled mixture of awe and gratitude.
"Better then," grumbled Peridot, marveling at the change in Susanna and bending to take the cover from her shoulders as he prepared to implement phase two of his plan. "You will find this most uncomfortably damp with M'sieur Staunton's discharge," he said icily.
Suzy knew he had exposed animated breasts to the spellbound artists watching the drama unfold. From her first words to Malcolm she had felt the tacky response of hyper-sensitized nipples and knew that now, without benefit of the fight cover, they were on clear display to everyone.
Covertly her glance swept the semicircle of easels, and her fleeting look caught the impact her action with Malcolm had had on the males and females in the room. The girl artists were staring intently, either at the spectacle in the cabana posing center or at its effect on the male students. Every male had an erection. Two in the back row of easels had brazenly opened their slacks and, taking advantage of the bad eyesight of their professor, were playing with each other's bared penises. Simultaneously, Malcolm's limpness was beginning to stretch and stiffen again when he looked helplessly up the lusciously tapered perfection of Susanna's front.
Across the room she heard a sigh of despair from Peridot. "M'sieur Staunton! I am convinced it is not good that we use nonprofessional models in our life form classes. Mamselle, I must apologize for placing this barbarian with you in our tableau."
"Shut up!" raged Suzy, never blinking as she caught the horror "in the eyes of her audience who knew their teacher's temper. "I do not consider Monsieur Staunton a barbarian because he is aroused by me. I consider him one of the finest gentlemen I have met!"
In the middle of this weird, nearly uncontrollable madness, Susanna felt every inch the lady as she stared at Peridot, then looked down at the tumescence of the crimson corona of Malcolm's cock. That wonderful lightheaded sense of slipping into a passion-maddened orbit swept over her, and as it had been when she lost all control in the Yard at Cambridge so it was now.
"That is a work of pure art!" she whispered, leaning slightly to press her lips in adoration against the tip of the phallic shaft to collect the semen droplet that had oozed into view. She looked up defiantly at Peridot and his class. "You call this a life form class? Then come and paint the most beautiful life form in the world." She looked pleadingly at Mai. "If he'll let me, I'll give you the sweetest picture in the world for your sketchbooks."
There was a scuffling of feet as the entire class of males and females, ignoring their professor, all carrying sketch pads, hurried from their easels to the platform, some stumbling over the low steps in their eagerness to get near history-making action.
Susanna heard none of the confusion but only the faraway ringing in her ears. The room was beginning to move slowly around her just as the buildings had in Harvard Yard. She felt herself enveloped in a weird whirlpool of lust for the throbbing cock that stood full and hard before her eyes. She was alone in the room with nothing near her but Mai's mighty prick-great, swollen proof of his frantically desirable man's desire for her. God, but he looked like her father!
A watching senior student edged as close to her back as he dared to and reached to touch the long black hair that tumbled almost to her hips, but a girl slapped his hand for the move. Nothing could be allowed to interfere with this voluptuary of the delicately chiseled profile and the wildly curvaceous body.
They watched exquisitely feminine fingers reach daintily. Thumb and forefinger balanced the horny gristle of the shaft and aimed it in a line at her lips. She seemed almost in a trance as she bent. "I am going to suck you, mister cock. You are going to shoot your come straight down my throat."
The gasp burst involuntarily from Peridot who had moved in as eagerly as his students to see the spectacle unfold. Staunton arched in response to the warmth of her full lips against his cock, and Susanna ovalled to admit most of the dark cap to the tenderly puckered trap of her mouth.
"Oh my God, SUZEEEE!" The surrendered prisoner was in suck heaven the instant her tongue slurped thirstily around the wide ledge of his cock-crown.
Abruptly a sopping cap sprang from her lips and she glared at Mai. "I am not Suzy! I am a big girl now ... doing big things! I am Susanna!" Raven hair leaped lightly to her outrage as she straightened to a sitting position and twisted to stare at the astonished audience.
Wide-eyed females and entranced males met her gaze. "Malcolm, am I Susanna?" she demanded, looking into .the glazed eyes of a male who was clearly out of his skull with wanting what she had dared to begin, then stopped.
"Jeez... yeah, Susanna ..." he gagged.
"Am I Susanna?" she demanded of the spectators.
"You are Susanna!" came the chorus.
"Then whisper so's I know you want me to do it: Suck him, Susanna ... suck him ..."
She was bending low across Mai's body and her dark hair tumbled to obscure the re-entry of his organ into her oral pit. Sweet ministering hands of a girl kneeling next to her shoulder reached to lift the hair back across her shoulder so all could see the thick penis stuffing her ruby rich lips.
"Suck him, Susanna ... suck him, Susanna ..." The distant meter of seduction chanted by a spellbound audience as she returned to Pantamonet Academy left no doubt she was a liberated woman.
"Such style!" breathed an enthralled professor watching her lips nursing horny cock flesh in seething fellatio madness. Peridot's fingers dragged impatiently at the buttons of big smock and, oblivious to the amazement of the petite blonde at his side, he dragged his own erection from his fly.
"My Lord! The professor ... he ..." Blonde Kate Williams nudged her neighbor, but no one paid the least attention to any but Susanna and Mai; not even when Peridot caught Katy's hand and guided it to what he had exposed.
"Professor . . . you want me to . . . ?" Katy's eyes said she still didn't believe a man his age really could, even if he were able to mount a hard-on.
"Mon dieu, Mamseile, please!" The elderly professor looked strangely different to Katy as she first stared at his weirdly oversized cock that seemed indecently youthful on so aged a frame, then looked into his passion-ridden face. "Prepare it, mamseile! S'il vous plait!" He pulled Katy's clenched fist suggestively along his shaft.
"Prepare it?"
"Oui! Prepare it for Mamseile Wilde. I must have her lips."
Several students flanking Peridot and Katy could see the astonishing behavior of this man encouraging the well known sexpot to masturbate him, but the weird-ness was only a passing sideshow to the real action in the center of the cabana. Susanna was totally involved in her suck-off of Malcolm and had him spread-eagled to her desire, arms and legs wide-flung while she sprawled curvaceously across him. Her buttermilk gorgeous flesh tautly contoured at every lush point, was tapered perfection on torrid display, and male and female alike felt her sexuality.
She munched and sucked Mai's cock, leading him to the very edge of climax, building him once, then twice through writhing, pulsing readiness, tapering at the last instant to force his build-up even farther as she loved every erotic nerve in his groin with fingertips and every passion nerve in his cock with tongue and lips.
"Suck him, Susanna ... suck him ..." went the chant, and she knew as the spasms mounted deep in Malcolm's body that it was time to finish him.
"Godddhhh ... YESSS!" He was a pulsating sea of action, body arching from the floor as the orgasm seized him, then quivering and grinding upward helplessly as his ejaculation stormed into his temptress' mouth.
She was angel on fire as she took the frenzied cannonade of Mai's semen. Cheeks contracting, siphoning for every drop, her gorgeous frame was totally involved as the tart-sweet taste of his discharge first touched her throat. Her breasts seemed to those nearest to leap in runaway excitement, and the hardened nipples appeared to burgeon even more urgently. It was her lower body that told what fellatio did for Susanna. Hips, tail and thighs moved in convulsive spasms, driven in response to the load she was taking in her mouth. Clearly the girl was locked in her own orgasm, stimulated by the sensations of Mai's coming.
It ended very quickly and very gently. The watchers saw her lovely shape wilt across his thighs, and moments later the softening phallus drifted from her lips. A little trickle of Mai's ejaculation moved in a thin line from the corner of her mouth and her eyes were closed. Around the two of them clothes were quietly removed, and when her eyelashes moved to give the sign that she was awake, everyone in the posing cabana was stripped and aroused. None laughed when frail-bodied Peridot, boasting a rampant, soaring erection, moved fromthe circle of onlookers to kneel close to Susanna's head. By some strange alchemy, his age was forgotten and the madness of what he was doing seemed forgivable.
Susanna's thoughts whirlpooled unintelligibly. She felt an overwhelmingly beautiful sensation take her at the height of her fellatio-induced orgasm ... then all had gone dark. Now her only orientation was a long column of stiffened male organ ramrodding across her line of vision, like some great wooden beam of white oak.
"Malcolm's cocky ..." she chanted softly. "Susanna sucks Malcolm's cocky!"
Still trapped in a swirling vortex, she felt herself going round and round at a slowly decelerating speed ... but trapped! It felt as if she were a great sea. No way out and no possible way to avoid being drawn under-unless that chunk of white oak could hold her afloat. The roaring was all about her now, sounding almost like human voices, but it had to be the sea. She reached desperately for the one way to save her life and grabbed for the sturdiness of the wooden beam ... hard . .. warm ... buoyant ... she gripped with both hands....
Somewhere far off she heard what sounded like a distant cackle of delight ... seagulls, maybe the albatross of the "Ancient Mariner." Then the wood was ruthlessly torn from her clasp and she watched in horror as it rose from her reach and danced in merry contempt before her eyes.
"Puh ... puleeesss!" she screamed at the leaping length of oak. "Save me ... I need it.. . SAVE ME!"
It was coming nearer again and the gleam of white was blinding, and suddenly she saw a thick, red board-backed tip on the wooden beam almost against her mouth.
"Suck me, suck me!" ordered a voice behind the apparition, and all at once reality stormed in and her vision cleared and the oaken beam was a male organ brimming ripe and ready against her lips. "Take my come down your pretty throat, mamselle ... down ... down ..."
"Oh, God, yes! I want to!"
Professor Peridot's cock plunged into her mouth and stopped her plea. Captivated by the wonderful taste of an older male's aroused flesh with an intriguing flavor of its own, Susanna was inflamed from her first siphoning draughts. Her mind and her eyes cleared and she saw with mingled astonishment and animal excitement that she was sucking Professor Henri Peridot's cock, and the entire group of his students was watching. She mouthed the invading prick with abandon, tingling to the adventure of witnesses watching her sinful behavior.
Distantly she sensed her body wrenching and yanking to-and-fro as she clutched feverishly at the penis, trying to engulf all the erection and entranced by the expression on Peridot's face as she stared unblinkingly into his eyes while she sucked him. It was an oddly overwhelming sensation when she realized what they were doing to her lower body. She felt herself pretzeled at the waist while eager fingers pried at her thighs.
"Let them!" cried an ecstatic Peridot when he saw her eyes leave his momentarily, fearing she was about to abandon her fellatio. He had waited too long for this conquest. "Let them have you down there, mamseile. Have you never reflated and fucked at once?
To a possessed girl it seemed only the natural thing to take a second cock between her thighs. A natural and out-of-this-world need to copulate filled her, even as she sucked. The students around her who had not paired off, gawked at the lucky intruder who had kneed his way between her widespread legs and claimed her first in coitus. Her superlative legs, thighs perfectly tapered and smoothly tanned, rose in helpless response to the deep thrust of the stranger cock, and her throaty moan as she admitted still more of Peridot's organ to her oral trap said it all. Susanna was in rapture heaven.
Like some great symphony chorus, a shout rose from the spectators when Peridot's ejaculation came, triggering Susanna's orgasm without and setting off the explosion of still a third crest as the wearer of the penis driven far between her legs screamed his climax joy.
A brief, hushed quiet followed like the eye of a hurricane. Formless bodies moved round Susanna, only this time she was aware and not in some netherworld of the sea when the whirlpool sensation took her head. Voices babbled, girlish cries of ecstasy sounded, and once she felt the delicious spray of male semen across her prostrate form. Eyes opening momentarily she focused on the naked body of a boy she remembered as an upperclassman in her student days at Pantamonet As he stood astride her he milked the last of his masturbated joy from a still outrageously erect prick.
"Always wanted to do that," he panted, flushing at the even stare she fixed on his face.
She caught his ankle to keep him from leaving and forced him to watch her massage her breasts and pubes with what he had jerked off at her. "So, do more!" she taunted, spreading her legs in invitation.
More eerie forms came and went. It seemed that an ocean of pricks surrounded her-great white things all topped with red glistening fat caps. Alive! Aimed at her. She was locked to the body of the owner of the fifth penis to invade her cunty tunnel when she saw Peridot creeping to position at her hip.
"Next?" his eyes asked. "I shall give you what none of these can."
In minutes Professor Peridot was mounted and Susanna felt the man's tenderness and firmness. He plowed through her yielding labia with the brusqueness of an adolescent, but once inside the threshold of her vagina he was a polished lover. Stroke by penetrating stroke his organ drove against her surrendering cunty walls, and she locked her lovely legs and arms around the slim frame to totally possess the feeling. He was leading her in a way none of the others had, and she was alone in a love world with a sweet, wonderful old man.
No more was Peridot the dirty letch who used to shove his sneaky cock against her tail as she perched on a stool at an easel. No longer the disliked one, he was something of a miracle. At seventy-plus he was filling her with sensations no one younger had built in Susanna, and as he pumped in and out in a maddening rhythm designed to slow her build to climax, she was driven to think of another older man.
Years of lusting and looking, of wanting and wishing had inflamed her for Everett Wilde. And years of scolding and moralizing and hiding herself from the truth still had failed to keep Susanna Wilde from wanting her father.
At that very moment the head of History at Pantamonet, walking by the Art Department's studio at the campus' edge, paused at the door of destiny."His hand on the doorknob, he remembered he himself had closed it against the curious stares forty-five minutes earlier. Surely the mad arrangement Susanna had volunteered for-posing with a naked male for that freaked out geriatric Henri Peridot-must be done by now.
He took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn't walk into the middle of whatever art classes did and embarrass his daughter, but there was no way Everett Wilde could stay away. Carefully he eased the. door open, caught a momentary glimpse of emptied stools and blank easels, before he saw the tumbled, clustered naked bodies on the posing platform.
Heart pounding in thundering disbelief as he focused on at least a dozen separate sexual frenzies happening around the middle of the cabana, Dr. Wilde stumbled toward the platform. One student, recognized as the flame-haired darling of a Virginia family of ten generations, lay between two equally distinguished young Southern gentlemen, taking one from the front and the other from the rear. Another girl rode the impaling prick of one of Wilde's history majors, while she clung to her roommate's hips in what was obviously a lesbian embrace.
-Then he saw HER. The darling of his dreams since the day of her birth. The object of his long-quashed lust since the day of her puberty. SUSANNA! There in the middle of the circle of writhing bodies, mounted by the most unlikely of all the world's males-Henri Peridot!
The thunder in his heart almost stopped Everett in his tracks for want of breath. He wanted to scream ... to shriek ... to charge the insanity, but there was all at once no power in his legs to move one inch. Wilde stood unnoticed at the platform steps, staring transfixed as the Professor of Art rabbit-punched his prick deeply into the sweet, innocent cleft of his only daughter.
"EEYYHHHH ... you bastard!" The screech sprayed from Wilde's lips as he cleared the platform ledge and raced for the copulating pair, stumbling blindly across other locked-together bodies as he stormed for his target. "I'll kill you . . . I'll kill you!"
His fists were flailing hammers as he drove the professor from his perch atop Susanna, and the force of his attack swept the man to his back in the middle of other sexually bound males and females. It was probably all that saved the man's life, for before Wilde could reach the old man, a wall of human flesh rose to block him.
He scrambled across wriggling, squirming naked forms, shouting obscenities and clawing feverishly to get past the blockade, then abruptly giving up as reason stormed back. Grunting breathlessly and dragging the top coat that had been dragged halfway down his back by one of Peridot's protectors, Wilde stumbled to his feet. Wild-eyed, he gesticulated at the almost concealed professor. "Be gone from his place by tonight, Peridot!" he thundered. "I'll be back and if you're anywhere in sight, I'll kill you!"
Spinning from the maddeningly desirable sight of interlocked arms and legs and still cemented bodies of some of his best students, Wilde stormed toward Susanna. At her side lay a crumpled burgundy spread and he seized it, then stopped to grab her wrist.
"Come." One word ... softly ... gently delivered, told every one listening that the fury he felt for the rest of those present was not the feeling he had for Susanna.