Chapter 5
When the boys had left Jo showered and lay across her bed, not bothering to put any clothes on. When she was in the nude she felt freer somehow. Her mind was troubled, though. Now that the word was out she knew other boys would join in the group. But what if their parents found out? The thought caused her concern. Perhaps she ought to get out of this place. There was nothing holding her anyway.
Making a decision, she got up, dressed and packed. None of the furnishings in the apartment belonged to her anyway. For the next few hours she loaded her suitcases and the one trunk she had into the back seat of her car.
She made a stop by her office and had it cleaned out in less time than it took her to clean out her apartment. Her one last chore was to type a note and leave it on the doctor's desk. He would understand, she hoped.
When she got back into her car, she started driving. A day later she was 300 miles away and the distance made her feel safer. While she was sitting in a roadside cafe she saw a bus drive by full of young boys.
When the waitress brought her a refill on her coffee Jo asked, "That bus-the one that just went by-is there a private school near here?"
"Yes ma'am. There's a school for rich kids over on the other side of the lake. None of the kids ever come in here though. They keep them pretty close to the school all the time. So we ain't never bothered with them."
Jo smiled her thanks. The thought of all those boys made her shiver. Ohhhh, she thought wouldn't it be nice to have a pick of the lot from a group such as that.
He wants to fuck me, Jo realized, a tremor of excitement running through her.
She sat in the office of Dale Newcomb, principal of the exclusive Lakeside School for Boys, interviewing for a job as psychologist-counselor.
Dale Newcomb. was a tall, good-looking man of forty, but the amazing thing about him was his youthful appearance. He was trim, muscular, and his face had the perpetual young boy look. His black, hair did show tinges of gray at the temples, but that was the only outward show of age. He wore an informal white sport shirt, open at the neck, and tan slacks.
Jo was amazed at her feelings. It was as though he were a young boy and she wanted to make him. She had never before been so aroused by a mature man.
It was his eyes, too, that attracted her; dark brown and so intense they were hypnotic. Strangely, although she had met this man only an hour ago, Jo felt that she had known him for years. She felt irresistibly drawn to him.
He glanced up and looked at her directly. "You know, I have the oddest feeling that we've known each other a long time."
Jo smiled. "I have the same feeling."
"Really?" His hypnotic eyes were boring into hers. He gave a short laugh. "It must be chemistry." He shuffled papers on his desk. "Well, I think we're almost finished with this part of the interview."
She breathed a little faster.
Later, after she had been hired, Jo was assigned a temporary lodging with one of the teachers. Jo got her luggage from the rear of her car, unlocked the cottage door, and entered. The living room was comfortably and tastefully furnished.
In the bedroom a virtually naked girl was brushing her hair.
The girl turned at sound of the front door opening, holding the hairbrush suspended.
"Hi," she called out. "Come on in."
As the girl swung around, Jo saw that she was an attractive, chestnut-haired girl of about her own age, with large tits, wide-spaced and gorgeous.
"I'm Jenny Crosby. You must be Jo Daniels."
Jo smiled and nodded. "That's right."
Jenny nodded toward one of the two beds. "That's your bed there."
Jo crossed to it and sat down. She was still feeling horny from her encounter with the principal while he was interviewing her.
The two girls chatted while Jo unpacked. When she had taken a shower and dressed, Jenny suggested they go out to eat
While they ate, Jenny filled Jo in on the school. "No men here at all, other than Dale and the maintenance man. Course he's too old to give us a tumble. Must be sixty-five or so."
Jo liked her openness about sex. It seemed to be on her mind all the time.
"Watch that Dale. He'll screw you at the drop of a hat. Hell, I bet he's screwed every teacher here."
"Including you?" the question slipped out before Jo had intended it to. Now, she smiled trying to cover her embarrassment.
Jenny returned her smile. "Hell yes, including me. And he's damned good."
Later, back at the cottage, Jenny said, "How about a drink before settling in for the night?"
"Wonderful!" Jo smiled.
"What'll it be? Scotch or bourbon?"
"Bourbon, please. But, look, let me help ..."
"No. Sit still. Tonight you're the guest and I'm the hostess. Be back in a minute."
Jenny went into the kitchen and Jo put her head back on the divan. Her skirt rode up almost to her crotch and she left it there. It had been some day. She couldn't possibly manage to remember all the people she had met. Names and faces all jumbled together. Later, she knew, the names would start fitting the faces so why wonder or worry about it now, she decided. She would relax and enjoy her drink with Jenny. And she liked Jenny. She was glad she had been accepted as her roommate.
She never knew what was coming next with Jenny. And she was glad Jenny was so open about sex. Or, at least she appeared to be. She had talked openly about it when Jo had first been introduced to her. They had sat and discussed it.
Now, Jo wondered aloud, what next?
She got the answer soon after Jenny returned with their drinks. They toasted each other, drank, and placed their glasses on the coffee table.
Jo said, "Jenny, when we were returning from dinner I noticed a lot of older boys on the campus. What's the age range of the students?"
"From twelve to seventeen." Jenny picked up her drink, took another sip, and placed it back onto the table. She suddenly laughed. "You get turned on by these boys?"
Jo blushed visibly.
"Hey," Jenny said suddenly, "don't let it shake you. I do, too. Hell, I even make a game of it. You know, it's really fun having those seventeen-year-olds in class. I show them as much leg as I can without making it seem that I'm doing it deliberately. It pays off."
"Pays off?"
Again Jenny laughed. "If a boy leaves one of my classes without a hard-on, I feel the hour has been a failure."
"But isn't it dangerous letting them leave with their ... you know."
"Shit no. The classes are staggered. After leaving my English class they go into a class in medieval history taught by one of the old bags Before five minutes have passed their pricks are limp again."
Jo giggled nervously and took a sip from her drink. "Do you ever allow-I mean, do you ever have-well, any personal relations with the older boys?"
"Do you mean do I ever let one of them fuck me?"
Jo blushed again and said, her eyes bright, "Uh, yes, I... uh, do mean that."
Jenny drank again. "Jo," she said it softly as if to emphasize her words, "all of us have our own particular studs."
"Studs?"
"It isn't easy. If the principal found out, he'd probably fire us. Then, too, we have to get boys who know how to keep their mouths shut. Even then, it's better to get something on them. Something that will keep them in your power; seal their lips. Gotta keep the little bastards quiet."
"Do you have a stud?"
Jenny nodded. "Two, in fact. How I got them into my power is an amusing story. Want to hear it?"
Jo nodded, "I'd love to."
"There are twins in my class," Jenny began, "on whom I'd had my eye from the beginning of the semester. I intended to lay at least one of them. Dave and Bill Trenton are seventeen years old, both big for their age. They're well built and good-looking. They both play football and are the campus heroes.
"The twins, by right of seniority, I suppose, had appropriated the chairs nearest my desk, the ones which gave them the best views up my legs.
"Careful not to appear obvious, I gave them plenty of thigh to look at. One day, as if by accident, I got my skirt up so they could glimpse at my panties. Bill had a coughing spell that attracted the attention of the entire class. Dave began pounding his brother on the back, and in the confusion I got my skirt back down where it belonged. Naturally I showed no trace of embarrassment or knowledge of why Bill had had his coughing spell.
"But the incident proved one thing-these two guys had a hard-on for me. They wanted me badly. I thought about it for a couple days, but for the life of me I couldn't think of a way of getting one twin over for an evening of sex without being obvious. And, of course, indiscretion would never do.
"Then the golden opportunity presented itself. One day after class, I found a folded sheet of paper beneath Bill's chair. I picked it up, to throw into the wastebasket, then, on impulse, opened it. I tell you, I couldn't help gasping at what I saw."
"What was it?" Jo asked, excitement in her voice.
"It was a crude drawing of a girl," Jenny continued. "She was sitting on the edge of a divan holding up her skirt so that her cunt was plainly revealed. Beneath the drawing, boldly written were the words: CROSBY'S CUNT.
"At first I was angry, then amused, then excited. Perhaps this could be the hold over the guy I wanted. I thought about it all the rest of the day. That night I came back here, got Bill on the phone at his dormitory and said in a coldly pedantic voice, 'Mr. Trenton, I'd like you to come over to my cottage at eight-thirty and bring your English Lit book. There are a few things I'd like to explain about your last paper.'
"It isn't unusual to have one or more of the boys in for special tutoring for an evening, so Bill readily agreed. I sat back, smiling smugly to myself, beginning to feel horny. Just before eight-thirty, I removed my panties, made certain of other arrangements, and was ready for him.
"At exactly eight-thirty the doorbell rang. Bill was carrying his English Lit book. He was smiling and confident. I knew he wasn't aware that I had found bis drawing.
"I greeted him formally.
" 'Sit over there, Mr. Trenton,' I told him, indicating a chair opposite the divan.
"He did as I directed and I sat down on the divan and crossed my legs."
"Could he see your ... your, you know what?" Jo asked, breathing heavily. Both girls took a drink of their bourbon.
"My cunt? Not then he couldn't," Jenny continued, "but he was going to see plenty pussy before the evening was over.
" 'Well, young man,' I said, 'you're quite an artist.'
"He stopped smiling. His face fell. His mouth opened.
" 'You-you found it?' he muttered. T thought Dave had...'
" 'So that's what you think Crosby's cunt looks like,' I taunted him. 'Just what do you think would happen if I showed that drawing to the principal and sent a copy to your folks?'
"Terror came into his eyes. 'Don't, Miss Crosby,' he begged. 'Please don't. The principal would expel me from school and my father would probably put me in one of those reform schools.' He babbled on. 'The school needs me on its team, Miss Crosby. Think of the school. I might even be sent to prison. Look, I'll do anything. Just don't turn me in. I-I was only having fun.'
" 'Having fun,' I told the boy, 'I think you were over-taxing your imagination. You really don't know what my cunt looks like, do you?'
"He was staring at me wildly now, not knowing what to expect
"I nodded to the table beside his chair. 'Pick up that pad and pencil.'
"He did so dumbly, staring at me, his eyes questioning. I smiled then for the first time, put my ass on the edge of the divan and pulled my skirt above my hips. I spread my legs.
" 'Now,' I said, 'you can draw your picture from the real live models and see if you can do a better job.' .
"He goggled. His eyes flew wide open. His jaw sagged. He stared at my exposed twat as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He was breathing like a truck horse.
" 'Well,' I said impatiently, 'are you going to draw a picture of my pussy, or isn't this the right pose?'
"He was stunned and bumblingly began making some scratches on the pad. He was trembling so violently that he dropped his pencil twice. He swallowed hard and kept staring and staring at my twat.
"At last I got up and looked over his shoulder. There were just hen scratches on the paper.
"For heaven's sake,' I scolded him, 'what's that supposed to be?'
"He mumbled something about drawing my pubic hair first. I bent over, studying the scratchings. Far over. It gave him an opportunity to peer down my dress and get a good look at my tits, which was all a part of my plan.
" 'You'll have to do better than that,' I told him. I returned to the divan and raised my skirt again, this time not quite so high.
" 'Never mind the hair,' I snapped. 'It's my cunt I want you to draw a picture of.'
"I watched his face closely. His mouth was working. The boy was really suffering-nearly out of his mind with desire. I knew what was going on in that brain of his.
"Then he did what I had planned and expected him to do. A low guttural sound escaped his throat, and he leaped toward the divan, ripping open his fly. He was going to rape me.
"I pretended to be afraid. 'What are you going to do?' I cried, getting alarm in my voice.
" 'I'm going to rape you, Miss Crosby,' he growled. He pushed me back on the divan and my legs flew up into the air, just the way I had planned. 'I've wanted to screw you ever since I came into class and saw those beautiful legs of yours.'
"He had his cock out and I gasped. 'Don't you dare, Bill Trenton! Don't you dare fuck me. Put that cock back into your pants.'
"My use of the words fired him to even greater heights. He reached down and spread my legs apart. I pounded at his head and shoulders with my fists. I screamed, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.
" *You're going to get it,' he breathed, 'so you might as well relax and enjoy yourself.'
" 'Oh, you horrid, horrid man!' I cried. Fucking a girl when you have her helpless.'
"Of course Bill, being inexperienced, didn't know that a boy couldn't rape a girl if she didn't want him to. Unless, of course, her hands were tied and legs spread. But I wasn't about to impart that information.
"He came down on me then, holding his big cock in his hands and probing my cunt for the opening. I moved my ass just enough so that he found it without trouble. He sank his prick inside with one fierce jab. I gasped and moaned as though I were terrified.
"He was like an animal, grunting and groaning and jabbing his cock up my cunt as fast as he could. As I mentioned, the kid was inexperienced and therefore inconsiderate. He had no thoughts about whether I was enjoying his screwing at all.
"He got his gun off almost at once. I thought he'd never stop spurting the stuff up into my hole. But at last he finished and lay heavily on top of me.
" 'Did you like it, Miss Crosby? Did you like it just a little?'
" like what?' I snapped. 'There was nothing to like. Now, get your big hulk off me.'
"He got up on his knees, staring down at my cunt. 'It was beautiful, Miss Crosby. I know I'll probably go to jail for this, but it was worth it. It really was.'
" 'You'll go to jail,' I told him, 'unless you do exactly as I say from now on.'
"His eyes opened wide. 'What do you want me to do, Miss Crosby? I'll do anything you say.'
" 'Stand up and take your clothes off.'
"He gasped. 'All of them?'
" 'Every stitch.'
'"Yes, ma'am.' He stood up and began to strip. I swung around and put my ass on the edge of the divan again. He stood naked in front of me. I looked him over. He already had a half hard-on.
" 'Get down on your knees,' I commanded. "He obeyed in a manner that told me I had a slave for life. I spread my legs.
" 'Now,' I said, 'since you've shot so much of your wad up my cunt, you can just suck it back out with your tongue.'
"He stared at me speechlessly, and I said, 'I'm talking about right now, Mr. Bill Trenton. Suck my cunt!'
"He didn't hesitate another moment. He put both hands on my thighs and dove in. I could feel his tongue probing-and finding. I grabbed his head with both hands and drove his face against my twat, at the same time thrusting up my ass.
" 'Reach for it,' I yelled at him. 'Stick your tongue in as far as it will go.'
"Well, it was one of the best cunt-sucking jobs I'd ever enjoyed. This boy really went to town. He didn't let up for a minute. He braced his knees against the floor, hiked up my legs so that they were waving wide in the air, and sucked. And all the time he was making very satisfying growling sounds, like an animal.
"I had already felt that lovely feeling along my loins and I knew I was coming.
"I'm coming!' I cried out. 'Suck harder, Bill. Suck my cunt harder!'
"He did the best he could. He encircled my ass with his arms and pulled my twat up so that not only was his tongue probing inside but his entire face was covered with my wet cunt.
"Then I came. Boy, did I come! It seemed to last forever. Gradually I went limp and lay back.
I pushed Bill's head away and he sank back on his haunches. He looked at me anxiously.
" 'Did I do it right, Miss Crosby? Did I do it right? I loved sucking your cunt.'
"I leaned forward and kissed him on his still cunt-tasting lips.
" 'When we're alone together, Bill, you can call me Jenny, and you did an excellent job. Now get dressed and go back to your room When I want to use you again I'll call you. In the meantime I'm going to keep this drawing, and if I ever hear that you've told anyone, even your brother, about what went on here, I'm going to show this picture to the principal and send a copy of it to your father.'"
Jenny finished her story and Jo sighed deeply. "Wow, that was some story. Honestly, did that really happen? Or are you putting me on."
"Hey, it's the truth so help me. I mean it. You know, I like sex and I can't see why everyone keeps trying to cover it up like something dirty."
Jo nodded. Then, as if in afterthought, she said, "How often do you see Bill now?"
"Oh, whenever I get horny I order him to come over. He's a real slave, Jo. He'll do anything I want him to do, at any time and in any position. One night I made him jack himself off just so I could watch the expression on his face and see the sperm shoot out."
Jo blushed again, yet the thought of the boy masturbating caused a stir of excitement to well up inside her. Jenny was really blunt and Jo decided perhaps she, too, should be a bit more outspoken. Maybe it would get her over the shame she felt for feeling as she did about young boys. She managed to ask, "Didn't his semen ruin your carpet?"
"Hell, no. I was naked and he was kneeling between my legs. When he came he aimed the first shot at my cunt, the next on my belly and the others straight at my tits. We both smeared it all over my body. It was really exciting."
"Wow!" Jo took a deep breath. "What about the other twin? The brother?"
"Dave?" Jenny giggled. "Twice Bill sent him up here in his place. They didn't think I could tell them apart." She laughed. "I knew instantly that Dave was a substitute. I'd taught Bill some techniques that Dave didn't know, although I was sure that Bill had coached his brother at length. Anyway, I never let on that I suspected. I called Dave by Bill's name all evening. He fucked me and sucked me, and we really had an exciting time."
"So you really have two studs, two slaves."
"That's right," Jenny said, and gave Jo a searching look. "Jo, have you ever gone out on a double fucking date?"
"Do you mean two boys and two girls, all watching each other, then switching partners?"
Jenny nodded.
"Noooo," she said softly, "I don't believe I ever have."
Jenny's eyes were sparkling. "Why don't I order the twins over here tomorrow night? It's Saturday, and they can stay late. We'll have a double fucking party."
"I, I guess it'd be all right," Jo said slowly, as if considering the idea. She was certainly excited about the thought, but She didn't really want Jenny to know how much. She often had fantasies, remembering when Mike and Steve and Tim had all hopped her that night, two at once, then the finale with Tim screwing her in the ass. She has masturbated many times, remembering that night. Maybe it would be as exciting to have another woman to watch.
Jenny jumped up, "I'll call right now."
She ran into the bedroom and Jo could hear her muted tones on the phone. A moment later Jenny returned, smiling. "They'll be here," she said and laughed. "Both of them. At eight-thirty sharp. So get that tight pussy of yours all honed and ready to go."
This time Jo blushed violently, flushed from her feet up. But she smiled.