Chapter 8
Wednesday morning Jo sat in her office thinking about her life. Her insatiable desire for young boys seemed to be taking control of her. Surely, she thought, if I can put my finger on the cause I can affect a cure. It was as simple as that. Oh, she knew the reasons. Certainly, she decided. She did know the reasons and it all went back to that night with Mario when she was fourteen.
A sound interrupted her thoughts and she looked up from her desk when she heard her office door open; it was Dale Newcomb, the principal.
He stuck his head inside and looked around. "Are you alone?" She nodded, smiling. He stepped inside, locked the door, then looked at her sternly. "Miss Daniels, I believe you're doing more in this office than counseling. Is that correct?"
She turned, at the same time lifting her skirt a trifle higher. "What do you mean, Mr. Newcomb?"
He smiled now. "Call me Dale, and I mean fucking."
"Why, Mr.... uh, Dale, how can you say such a word? How can you harbor such thoughts?"
He smiled again. "Why do you think I hire only women teachers? And young ones at that? I believe sex is a part of a boy's growing up, his maturation. And of course, I like to have my pick of women, too."
He walked to Jo, bent over and gave her a warm, moist kiss, and at the same time he ran his hand up under her skirt and fondled her ass. He took his mouth away from hers, but kept his hand beneath her skirt. "I want you to be at my cottage tonight at eight sharp."
"Oh, Dale, that's wonderful!" But she wondered if he would turn her on as much as the boys had. Perhaps if she pretended he was just a boy; after all, he did have a young face and he was slender. It might work. And, she couldn't refuse him. He might get mad and fire her.
He smiled. "I intend to fuck you until you cry for me to stop! That's a promise!"
"That's wonderful!" Jo said as she reached out to take hold of his cock.
He stopped her with a shake of his head. "Don't. I don't want to go out of here with my pants bulging."
She glanced down at his crotch. "You're already bulging."
"Mmmmmmm," he grunted, "so I am."
"You'd better run some cold water on your prick before you leave." She pretended to come up with an idea. "Or we can go into the back room and you can fuck me now," she added.
He shook his head. "We'll save the fucking and other things for tonight." He took her hand and pressed it up against his cock. "However, since I'm going to have to use the cold water treatment anyhow, you can at least give me a feel. Come to think of it, I'd better give you one, too."
She had instantly begun to squeeze and rub his prick. She opened her legs and gasped with pleasure when she felt his hand pressing and moving against her panty-clad cunt. It did feel good to her and she didn't have to pretend that it was arousing to her. "You know, Dale," she said, "just thinking about you makes me warm all over. When you touch me it's like an electric current running through my entire body."
He kissed her again and straightened up. "I'm late for a meeting now. Don't forget. Eight sharp."
"Nothing in the world could make me forget." He went into the restroom and she heard water running in the sink. She wished she could be with him to hold his prick while he ran the cold water over it. But that, she decided, would defeat his purpose.
When Dale came out of the restroom, Jo was bent over her desk. Thoughts of Dale and the night to come were constantly in her mind. Her eyes were shining when she reached home. Jenny took one look at her and said, "Don't tell me. I already know."
"Know what?"
"Dale has ordered you over to his cottage tonight."
"As a matter of fact, he has. He dropped into my office this morning, gave me a fast feel, a juicy kiss, and extended the invitation."
Jenny laughed. "I like that. 'Extended the invitation.' Gave you your orders, you mean."
Jo gave the other girl a shrewd look. "Did I understand you to say that you knew?"
"Yep. I was in talking to his secretary early this morning. Dale called on the intercom and told her to cancel a business meeting he had tonight. She reminded him that it was an important meeting, but he insisted." Jenny laughed. "I guessed the rest. That guy's really got a hard-on for you, Jo."
Jo smiled and said, "If he hasn't a hard-on now, he will have tonight. I can promise." What had gotten into her, she wondered. She had been talking like a brazen hussy for the past weeks; ever since she had taken this job. Jenny always treated everything about sex open and frank, and Jo found she had fallen into the same pattern.
Later, after taking her shower, Jo got out the powder blue dress, panties and bra. She tried on the panties first. They were not much more than a G-string with wide meshes through which her pubic hair showed. She picked up the half bra.
Jenny, who was watching, said, "Forget the bra. It has shoulder straps and will be too much of a nuisance to get off. Also, if I ever saw a pair of tits that didn't need a bra, they're yours."
Jo smiled. "I think you're right. I mean, the part about it being too much of a nuisance to get off." She tossed the bra onto her bed.
"Jo," Jenny said, "I have a pair of sheer, sheer navy blue nylons that would do wonders for that powder blue outfit and those sexy legs of yours."
Jenny got the nylons and Jo put them on. She slid her feet into a pair of silver slippers and stood up.
"Oh, Jen, they're beautiful! Thanks a million. I should have thought to buy some when we were in town. I'll return the favor by letting you wear my panties whenever you want."
"You can return the favor by whacking Dale's cock a good one for not ordering me over tonight. I'm horny as hell."
"Poor baby," Jo offered.
Jo got the dress and slipped it on. It was a button-down-the-front affair, low cut in the neck, tight at the waist. The skirt was extremely short, barely reaching a quarter of the way down her thighs. Jo arranged the neckline so that only her nipples were covered.
"Wow!" Jenny exclaimed. "Honey, you'd better wear a coat over that when you leave this cottage."
"I intend to," Jo smiled. "No one's ever going to see me in this dress but Dale. No other man, that is."
"Are you falling for him?" Jenny asked, surprise in her voice.
"Maybe," Jo said. She couldn't decide to whom she was lying; Jenny or herself.
Wearing a light coat, Jo left a few minutes before eight. She was mildly excited. Dale's cottage was only two houses away, and she was ringing his doorbell exactly on the hour. The door opened at once, and she stepped quickly inside. Dale was wearing his robe. He seized her at once, crushing her body against his.
"My beautiful Jo," he crooned, running his hand over her back and down over her hips. "I've been looking forward to this all day. More than you could ever guess."
Jo could feel his hard cock pressing up against her belly, and she practically swooned with the joy of it.
"Here, let me help you off with your coat." He slid the coat down over her shoulders and threw it aside. Then he stepped back and said, "Jo! What a beautiful, sexy dress!" "Do you really like it?"
"I love it!" Momentarily he sobered. "You don't intend to wear it in your office?"
"Of course not, silly. I bought it just for you."
"I was going to say, we wouldn't be able to keep the kids' minds on anything but sex, and sex is only part of our curriculum." He smiled at her and said, "Come here."
"Wait! I want you to look at my panties first."
He lifted up her skirt and looked. "Jo, they're absolutely terrific. And those navy blue nylons do wonders for both the dress and your panties. I can practically have an orgasm just looking."
"You'd better not! All of your orgasms belong to me-tonight." She threw her arms about him wildly, lifting her mouth to be kissed, her tongue to be sucked. "Dale! Oh, darling Dale! I'm so glad to be here."
He kissed her long and hard, working over her mouth with his lips and tongue, fondling her ass, pressing his prick against her belly.
They broke after a long moment and Jo said, "Please take off that robe. It's hiding something I truly love." She tried to imagine how Jenny would react and what she would say. It wasn't that Dale was not sexy, it was something else. He just wasn't a young boy. She accepted this but realized that if she wanted to keep her job she had to make him believe she was wild to crawl into the sack with him.
He laughed, removed the robe, and threw it to one side. She reached down and took hold of his rigid, throbbing cock and began to stroke it. She had to admit that it was a very large cock, but somehow on young boys,'the size of the cock was much more emphasized by the size of the boys.
"Careful, honey," Dale said. "Remember how much nicer it is if we arouse each other first Let's spend some time at that, huh?"
He swept Jo up into his arms and carried her to a divan. Placing her on his lap, he immediately reached up and pushed the edge of her neckline away from her tit and began sucking it hungrily. At the same time he reached up beneath her skirt and caressed her thighs. Jo merely stroked his hair.
Presently he stood her on her feet. Together, they removed her dress and Dale carefully put it aside. Jo started to remove her panties.
"No! Wait!" he interrupted, staring at her crotch. "Those are the sexiest pair of panties I've ever seen." Looking up at her, he asked, "Can you do a grind and a few bumps?"
"Do what?" Her voice was smooth and she was in control of herself.
"You know, act like a dancer, a belly dancer."
"I'll try." She put her hands behind her head, crooked her knees, arched out her hips and, smiling at him wickedly, executed a perfect grind. Watching, he sucked in his breath. Stepping closer, she executed a bump. The second one ended when she threw her cunt up within a hair of his face.
He uttered a growling sound, grabbed her around the ass, and buried his face against her panties. A moment later he had stripped off the panties and was burying his face in her pubic hair, fingering her pussy. She reached down and took hold of his cock, squeezing it, fondling it. Now she purred at him, in a voice she thought he might like, "Oh, darling, darling! When? How long are you going to make me wait?"
"Not another minute. We'll have a quickie. Right now. Right here on the floor."
Gently he put her down on her back on the floor. She spread her legs wide and he got in between them. Both of them were aflame with desire and passion. Jo reached up, took hold of his cock, and guided it into the hole.
Dale began screwing her savagely.
Jo gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his groin slamming against her upturned cunt with every stroke and his cock blasting the length of her vaginal tube. It pounded, plunged, like a great, hot piston.
She grunted involuntarily with each blow. "Uh! Unh! Unh!"
He seemed to drive her into the floor with his thrusts, and the thick carpeting seemed to spring back to position her for each one that followed.
On his backstrokes, she felt the bulk of his cock-head withdraw along her passage to the tightness of her cunt, and on the forward plunges, he plowed to the upper regions of her belly. He fucked with a brutal urgency that gave her an uneasy feeling of lost identity. She felt as if she had become a faceless, nameless, fur-ringed cunt for him to release his tensions into.
The sensation was a frightening one, but it began to thrill her at the same time. She enjoyed the unaccustomed role of "object" and the sense of helplessness. As if reading her confused thoughts, Dale seized her wrists and pinned them over her head, pressing them deeply into the rug while his cock pounded harder in her.
Leaning far over her while he fucked, his weight on her extended legs, he raised her ass and threw her own weight on her shoulders and upper back. Her hips had no restraints to prevent full, savage rotary undulation. She twisted them and thrust with primitive abandon at his groin, feeling as if she were pivoting on the great cock that impaled her. All of the events of the day crowded into her consciousness to amplify her sensitivity and deepen her lust. She tried to imagine it was one of her young student boys; one who had come to her with sex problems.
As she fantasized, Dale's cock pinned the entire picture together, speared through her cunt, and thrust rudely through each of the scenes.
The orgasm she had waited so long to experience and one she hadn't imagined Dale could bring about was upon her before she realized what was happening. Her belly knotted for an instant-a glorious, breath-stopping convulsion that paralyzed her and filled her with a sense of impending violence-then broke into powerful, rhythmic contractions that seemed to crush Dale's cock in waves of milking action. An overpowering tremor seized her. She flung her head backward into the yielding carpeting and tensed her legs to force her cunt tightly against Dale's groin.
"Christ!" Dale yelled, the sound exploding from him. "You got a vise, not a cunt! AGHHH!"
He blasted against her distended pussy, grinding the base of his cock into the puffy mounds of her labia and trapping her clitoris between his pelvic arch and hers.
She couldn't distinguish between his explosive grunts and her own gasping groans. She realized vaguely that he was caught in the same tremor that was shaking her; she felt as if the entire living room were in the throes of an earthquake. The tension that had mounted so high drained away, but she still floated somewhere in the depths of a sea of ecstasy that she wanted never to lose. She alternately tensed and relaxed, magnifying her orgasmic contractions and forcing them to expand to include her whole body.
At last she felt her spasms subsiding. In a fog of overstressed senses, she let herself slip away from the dizzying peak of excitement she had mounted. For the first time, she became aware of the pooled heat in her belly where Dale's semen had collected and of the rapid softening of his buried cock. She expelled her breath in a long, tremulous sigh and gazed at the young-looking face above hers.
"My God, Dale!" she whispered. "What did you do!"
"Hard to beat that kind of show, isn't it Jo?"
"Wow!" was all she could say.
They lay together for a time. Jo was certain she had never perspired so heavily with any of the young boys. Nor had any of them ever seemed quite so heavy on her as Dale. Dale refused to release her legs, and after a brief effort to free them she resigned herself to the grotesque position indefinitely. His balls now hung loosely in the crack of her ass, the wiry hair pricking her anus and the inner curves of her asscheeks. His cock was soft, but it still filled her cunt with warm flesh.
Her boss was mumbling. She listened without comment. If she understood him correctly, he was planning a whole series of sexual exploits for the remainder of her stay at the school. It sounded to her as if she'd spend her entire time naked, ass uptilted, acting as a receptacle for Dale's inexhaustible cock. There were times when she thought she made out weird kinds of activities in his slurred speech-when she wondered how far out he might go with his sex. But she couldn't believe she'd heard him; she convinced herself that she was merely overwrought and imagining things.
When Dale finally did pull free of her and released her legs, she detected a speculative undercurrent in the hungry stare he gave her. My God! she thought. He looks as if we were just starting! She rolled clear of him and scrambled to her feet.
"God, I'm beat!" she complained. "Must be the altitude."
"Hmmmm." He looked faintly irritated. "We're not that high."
"I've had it. Oh, Dale, it was just so much!" She tried to get into her clothes without seeming to be in a frantic rush. She was certain she was disappointing her host-or worse. And in retrospect she felt she had deliberately refused to admit her earlier uneasiness.
"Do you remember what I said I was going to do the next time we were together?" Dale asked.
"Of course I remember," Jo said. "You said you were going to taste my cunt." She hoped he wouldn't want to do anything else now. She wanted to get back to the safety of her own cottage:
"I'm going to do more than taste it, Jo dear. I'm going to suck it, eat it." He looked at her. "And what will you be doing?"
She looked at him, knowing the answer he expected. "Why, I'm going to be sucking your cock, of course."
He laughed and kissed her.