Chapter 3
It was tough to be Ronald DeWitt, fourteen and a freshman hero at Danbury High. Maybe on the surface it didn't seem tough. Who else has his luck to be varsity squad in three sports his very first year? But he soon decided he wished he had pimples, was an ugly weakling and hated girls.
He didn't.
Girls drove him woolly from the time he discovered the difference and how much he liked the difference. That and the kind of athletics he was good in got him into all the trouble. He was on the weight-lifting team, the wrestling team and the swim squad.
Any sport that would build up musculature and make him at least appear a rugged man not to be messed with, was for him. He made two discoveries about himself around twelve that scared him. One, how he felt about girls and how to find kicks around them. And the other discovery, he was big in all dimensions but bigger than he should be in sex parts.
Down in the shower room he'd hear the cracks when guys didn't know he was nearby. "Hey, you see the way DeWitt is hung?"
"Man, beatin' his tom-tom must be his favorite sport!" No one hit him with direct accusations; just the looks and the snickers.
When he looked at himself in the mirror in swim trunks or gear for weightlifting or wrestling, it made real problems at first. Wonder he made the teams, he was so damned self-conscious about the way he bulged at the crotch. The wonderful one who changed him from self-conscious to very confident was Miss Svenson. Dantrelle Svenson, a transfer teacher in phys ed from Sweden, over for one year at Danbury High.
Pamela was the look-a-like to Miss Svenson. Ronald glanced over quickly at Pamela as he weighed one last time the sense of going on with the story. Large brown eyes watching his lips as he spoke, and nipples that were taut again, told him he had a rapt audience.
It was her fascination with his mouth that almost threw him off track with going on. Maybe she liked what his lips did up there on her boobies, though she hadn't seemed the least aware.
He forced his thoughts back to discovery day in Danbury High gym where he, a newcomer freshman, was alone with the transfer teacher from Sweden.
One test Miss Svenson had wanted all her gym students to master as they did in Sweden was the hand-over-hand rope climb. Every guy but Ronald DeWitt did it and for the best athlete in the class not to get more than ten feet off the floor was embarrassing. When he locked his legs for support on the rope, he always began to get an erection. Tingling sensations stole all his power and forced him to slide quickly down before it showed.
"Ronald, you must pass the test," chided Miss Svenson, who had been fascinated by the best in other sports having a problem she instantly understood. She had asked quietly that they meet at the gym after school so she could privately teach him the Swedish technique of climbing a rope. Whispered the request, so as not to embarrass him. He loved her whisper.
Now, fifteen years later, in his memory he still could see her clearly. In the empty gym she had rendezvoused with him in what she apologized might be too informal garb for American schoolmistresses. But the polka dot bikini, an exact duplicate of what Pamela had worn earlier in the night, was good for rope climbing, she explained.
With happy nonchalance and apparent unawareness of the impact her fantastic figure had on a fourteen-year-old, Miss Svenson pulled herself gracefully from floor to gym rafters, hand over hand up the rope.
When she came sliding lightly down the rope, bounced to the floor and waved airily to Ronald to do it, he felt a momentary surge of confidence. If a girl could do it, so could he. Right?
He darted to the rope in a running start and made almost twelve feet before he needed to use legs together with his arm pull. He was almost at twenty feet before erotic sensations filled his genitals with a million sexy pinpricks. His thighs gripped the rope frantically.
"Go, Ronald. Go!" called luscious Miss Svenson, standing directly below him to time the instant his hand grabbed the steel bar near the gym ceiling. "Your arms are enough! The secret is leverage. Use your legs, if you have to."
"Gotta use 'em!" he panted, determined the climb she had made so easily would not make a fool of him. He paused, gripping the rope with clenched fists and locked thighs. "Feels funny!" he panted.
"Let yourself forget everything but reaching the top!" She encouraged happily, seeing the swelling against his gym trunks advancing. "Go, Ronald. Up higher!"
Grappling furiously for a higher handhold, he released his legs, pulled desperately, then snugged his thighs to the rope again. "Gee! Feels weird!"
"Make believe you don't feel a thing. A strong boy like you can surely do what all Swedish boys do."
It was that needle that drove him past good sense. Summoning maximum effort and clawing at the climb rope with thighs tightening, he reached upward. It was just the pressure the swollen excitement in his trunks needed. Bursting past the elastic jock cover, a quivering, inflamed cock sprang into view. He felt it, refused to believe it and fought for a new handhold.
"Keep going! Keep going!" Her eyes were wide dark circles when he looked down. And there it was! Jutting grotesquely from his groin ... a bar of white flesh that didn't belong to the rest of him ... the barest, hardest erection he ever had mounted in his life!
She pretended not to see the offending organ. "Ronald, you must keep going! Whatever it takes."
One hand dove to try to shove the prick from sight under the edge of his trunks. Impossible! All he managed was to spring free the overloaded balls.
In a flurry of arms and clasping legs he forced himself upward. Impossible not to think of that luscious platinum blonde in the polka dotted bikini standing directly under him seeing everything. It made his blood pump even more feverishly to know he was on full display. Miss Svenson was looking at his cock. A charging raced through his loins, warning he had to stop or else.
"You're doing fine!" called Miss Svenson, her voice brittle with excitement. "Show me nothing can stop you from making the top!"
In a hopeless effort to obey, he tried and at the last instant, with the top bar only a foot away, he shrilled the warning...."Miss Svenson ... luh ... look outtt! Ohhhh!"
The ceiling overhead swam in a dizzying circle as the spontaneous combustion swept his body. Clinging like a drowning man to a raft, he held the rope and felt the ejaculation spray wildly ... out and down. Cascading in a warm light spray across Dantrelle Svenson's startled face, spattering her silver hair, her golden shoulders and her outspoken breasts.
Once seized by the orgasm there was no stopping his reflex coital humping. Hips thrusting forced the airborne erection to leap from his crotch like some animal apart. It was a first for the gym teacher. Never in Sweden or in her months in America had Dantrelle seen a boy climax to rope friction, though there had been near misses. She had made a private promise to herself ... when one hyper-sexed youth appeared who could explode to the rub of the rope, she would have to sample him.
The discharge barely slowed when a horribly embarrassed Ronald released his grip and shot down the rope in what was almost a free fall. It was his second bit of bad timing. The speed of descent and a well lubricated floor, soaked by his climax, sent him crashing out of control, head slamming the board and turning the lights out for Ronald.
A shocked Dantrelle went to her knees at his side. A strong pulse! Overwhelming relief! An unauthorized after-hours meeting with a student could return her to Sweden overnight. Her stare fixed on the formidable penis now as unconscious as Ronald, lying limp between his thighs. Half lifting, half pulling, she dragged him to her office at the side of the gym and tugged him onto the day cot in the little room.
When she returned from locking her door, she stripped his gym things one-handed while she toyed with his intriguingly disturbing sex parts with the other. A tiny sound in the room beyond caught only passing attention. The real action was at Ronald's groin. The floppy penis was stiffening!
Entranced by the recovery even when Ronald was still out of it, Dantrelle cupped the resurgent cock in a light grip, telling herself it was in the interest of his health only that she was so concerned about the odd behavior of his sexual organ. No one would contest it was rare to see what she had seen happen on the rope. Rarer still to see an unconscious man mount an erection. She owed it to Ronald to watch carefully.
His penis puffed and extended, then bent up and away, its shaft wobbling in her clasp, then stiffening to stand straight up through her fingers, ramrodding in arrogant pride.
The Swedish beauty had loved, and mostly controlled, cock frenzy over her from her twelfth year. At twenty-two she had elected an exchange year in America, mainly to play with American erections, wildly praised by her friend who had been over. With Dantrelle's years of everyday play with every variety of Swedish hard-on, she could hardly wait. Girl sex, boy sex, Whichever, she loved them all, but the American trip was designed for semen collection. In a very needy passion tunnel.
It had been a bummer. Dull Danbury High, with its funny codes they called professional behavior, made it clear the Swedish import would have no sex after school, no sex in school. If the watchful eyes of old maid schoolmarms warned anything, they warned of hate of pretty young things playing at teacher. But now she had her first American cock!
There was an instant of electrifying uncertainty for her as she weighed sense against madness. Almost six months since she took ship to America for the year of exchange. It had been utterly sexless. She bent to the ballooning oversized shaft and puckered, determined to allow herself only one quick kiss of the rod.
Warm, baby soft cover of white foreskin flesh. It was a never seen phenomenon in modern Sweden where infants always were circumcised. Again a scientific opportunity and she fingered the thin prepuce flesh, drawing it back slowly to expose a thick red crown. Taste the tender skin, her impulse dictated. Seldom would she see one again.
"Mmmmm!" Her tongue moved warmly and curiously along the wrinkled cover. Unheard by Dantrelle, an excited gasp sounded in the adjoining room.
Three of the prettiest girls of Danbury High had stolen into the back entry of the gym in hopes of finding the much idolized beauty from Sweden still at work with Ronald. One of the trio had heard her ask their hero to return after school to try to pass his test. A mixture of vixenish envy that the blonde bombshell' would have handsome Ronald to herself dared them to do the forbidden. A plastic card inserted in the old style lock and they were alone in the back recesses of the gym.
Quickly, from past excursions at boy watching, they found the way to the best viewing point. Before their shocked, enchanted eyes they saw Ronald's fantastic discharge on the rope, his crash ... and now this!
Barely able to contain themselves, Mandy, Tia and Ellen watched as gorgeous Miss Svenson kissed the naked wonder of Ronald's phallus. Squeezing each other excitedly and whispering urgent pleas for quiet, they peered through the tiny opening in the drape and saw Dantrelle's thirst. Sweet and gentle suck sounds reached them through the plywood partitioning.
Her lovely profile with its classic Nordic beauty highlighted by the light hair, the chiseled perfection of forehead and nose and chin, was hardly noticed by the intruding trio. All they saw was Miss Svenson's rich ruby mouth on the massive cap of their hero's madly aroused private parts. For months they had watched Ronald's genital bulge in athletic contests. Many whispered guesses. Now in one thrilling moment of disclosure, they knew all. And Miss Svenson had it all! It was gross and unfair for a foreigner to help herself to their property! But what could they do? They could only watch for now.
"You monster!" they heard Miss Svenson hiss in pretended disapproval. "I must do something about you!"
She bent boldly to the organ and her rich lips went wide. Savoring the satiny glans, Dantrelle slurped juicily, engulfing the crown and forcing the cute wrinkle of foreskin to curl weirdly at the corners of her pretty mouth.
"Ooohhh, it's awful!" whispered dark-haired, lovely, innocent Tia to her friends. "Is that fucking?"
Scornful hiss to silence from worldly Ellen. Like Tia she was a virgin, but she had read marriage manuals. "Of course not! But it's going to be."
An impatient Mandy, already at fourteen driven with nympho hungers after a night of learning all from six of the football team, gave an urgent shush for quiet. "It'll be nothing, if you don't shut up. Now be quiet. We're goin' to see lots."
They gawked at the outstretched, naked wonder of Ronald DeWitt. His splendidly proportioned body before had been the attraction, but now, stripped bare before them, he was all cock. The hugeness of his prick seemed to dominate the room. It even dominated Miss Svenson, now sucking more determinedly on the shaft, somehow taking not only the knob into her lips, but inches of white stiffened gristle.
Dantrelle was committed to total daring with Ronald. As she milked the indriven cock, her hand reached behind her shoulders and pulled the snap of her halter.
"He must be in her throat!" gasped Mandy, breaking her own demand for silence. "Ooooh! Look at those gorgeous tits!" Magnificent over-development of sunburst beauty from Sweden. Dark hardened nipples stood frantic at the tips of firm full globes. She leaned close to fellate him and the girls saw her squeeze her breasts into the valley of Ronald's thighs.
It was that that brought him to. The warmth of satiny boobs jammed against his inner thighs ... the whirlpooling of her saliva around his trapped prick. His eyes suddenly opened wide and terrified and stared down his front.
She felt him go rigid and knew he had regained consciousness. Knew too all he could see was the top of her head and feel the tight vise of her lips, the determined milking of his organ.
"Hey ... whaaa ... who?" His hands clamped the sides of her head and his body arched, spewing the glistening prick from her lips as he forced her face from between his legs. "Muh ... Miss Svennnss-"
"Shhhh!" she interrupted gently, her arm darting over his chest and her hand catching lightly behind his head at the nape of his neck to help him see all. "You had an accident. Now we have to help this very big problem."
An incredulous Ronald stared at the dazzling beauty of Dantrelle's face. Perhaps it was the light platinum that gave her the look of an angel, or the perplexity in those innocent brown eyes. Whatever, he was completely and suddenly captivated. Whatever she thought his big problem was, he was surrendered to her taking care of it.
Feeling his muscle tension relax, she straightened to a sitting position at the edge of the cot and for the first time he saw she was bare-breasted. "You see, we both have problems," she said quietly. "You have a very special phallus and you are lucky to have it. But it gives you big problems now. No?"
"You know it!" He watched her delicate fingers close around as much of the root as they could. "Why am I lucky? It's too big!"
"No, Ronald! Never too big! But when I saw it shoot off up on the rope, I knew you had a big problem."
She saw his stare fixed on her explosive breasts with the pointing cherries.
"Few boys can ejaculate by spontaneous combustion and usually they can hide it, but neither you nor I can."
"You?" He looked puzzled. "What do you mean, you?"
"I mean these awful things." She touched the tactile nipples and her head went far back to the instant sensation. Awestruck, Ronald could now only see a dramatic silken skinned ribcage topped by jutting boobs. At the pinnacle of each brazen globe a tortured cone stiffened more to her self play.
"Aww ... eehhh! Please go down!" moaned a possessed Dantrelle, dragging her fingers from her breasts by sheer self-will and driving her hands into the valley of her thighs. "They never quiet till someone helps them." She looked him unblinkingly in the eyes. "Will you?"
"How ... how...? I ain't new-"
"She's putting him on," whispered a shocked and envious Mandy, watching their gym teacher slither sensuously astride Ronald's calves. "She's going to ride his cock!"
"Here's how you help me and I help you, Ronald. We help each other." Miss Svenson startled both Ronald and the girls as she flattened across his squeezed together legs and jammed the tumultuous cock snugly between his tummy and her breasts. He could feel rigid nipples jabbing his tender stomach flesh.
But wildly incomprehensible was the fantastic hot tunnel her gorgeous globes made for his cock. Caught in the deep cleavage of firm satiny fullness, his prick was locked in an animated vise.
"That's how a girl's vagina feels, Ronald. Have you been in one before?"
"No! Not ever!"
"It's not for real but it will help us both. I push back and forth and you do whatever feels good."
An enchanted trio, almost unable to contain the excitement, watched the two pretty bodies begin a rocking that looked wonderful.
"Please, Ronald, push harder ... you feel very good to me," begged Miss Svenson. "You're about to discharge it again and when you do this time, I'm going to surprise you. Don't try to stop what I do."
"No way! Gee ... I ... I'm...." His body commandeered against further talking and the audience stopped breathing as the instant neared.
"Now, Ronald ... come!"
"Eeeehhh ... yehhhsss! Oh, yesss!" His back arched to the violence of his ejaculation and simultaneously Dantrelle pushed to her elbows to expose the spewing prick.
Then it happened.
In one fleeting glance the possessed teacher caught a tiny hint of curtain movement ... the suggestion of a hand on a breast in the darkness ... in the next room. Heart-stopping shock but not about to stop Dantrelle.
"Go, Ronald ... go!" She bent to the discharging prick and opened her lush lips wide over the prick, taking the barrage of semen deep in her throat. Then needing all, she propelled the spraying down into her mouth, not sucking, lest she drain the prick of its youthful iron. A sixth sense told her Ronald was going to need all the power his marvelous cock could produce.
Suddenly it was over and she looked across a fiercely unsurrendered hard-on and smiled hopelessly into Ronald's face. A light drool of his semen trickled slowly from a corner of her dark lips. She seemed not to notice.
"It did not work," she pouted. "Look at me. If anything, I'm worse."
She collected a dribble of semen from his cock crown and tongued it, groaning, "Soooo nice!" Her fingers rubbed warm sticky come against tantalized nipples and again her head went back, this time her long platinum reaching to his legs.
"Well have to do more," she whispered, wilting across his chest and clasping her arms around his neck. "Can you trust me?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Make you bigger." She whispered the words in his ear and a strangled sound of mingled disbelief and awe escaped him.
"Bigger?" he croaked.
Dantrelle, conscious she was now before an audience, was not to be stopped. If anything, that she was being observed drove her to total daring. Another glance under lowered lashes had given her a clear glimpse of her three favorites from gymnastics. Tia, Mandy and Ellen, a trio of deliciously contoured, impatient fourteen-year-olds who worshipped her grown-up status. They'd now see it at work and devil take the danger. Ronald's cock was worth it!
"Do you know why you shot off all this pretty juice up there on the rope?" She inched forward on his legs, her warm thighs snug against his own.
"I couldn't help it."
"Of course you couldn't. And may I tell you, you looked beautiful, like a sex god high above me, showing me your great power."
She edged close to his crotch and fingered through his thighs to heft loaded testicles into view. Inching closer yet she released the balls to let them sag against her pubic mound. The agonized erection stood stiffly.
"Tell me, does it feel good to you for your sex to touch my sex like this?"
"Wild!"
He gawked at the potent cluster of his manhood jammed in the meeting of their crotches. "I am too big!" he groaned. "Look at all that stuff!"
"Soon you'll love having it all," she said, caressing the curve of the glans. "But it shoots easily now because it is reaching for maturity. Maturity in size and in self-control."
"Can you help me?" His eyes pleaded. "You're different. You say what you think. Please tell me."
"I have to show you, not tell you." Her fist closed on his cock and she shifted to her knees to hover directly over his quivering frame. "Would you like to be really inside my body?"
"Awwwhhh, yesss!" A disbelieving Ronald saw his thick dark cap nudge tender pussy gates, then spread the yielding flesh and disappear into the snug port of her vagina. A whirlpool frenzy of clutching muscles clamped his prick crown, maddening the already sensitized glans and forcing Ronald's tail from the cot as he drove upward against her pussy trap.
The eager hugeness of the boy's organ was a welcome love spear deep in her vagina, lifting her with him as the cock crammed into the furnace-heated cunt. An astounded trio gawking openly from the window saw their gorgeous heroine from Sweden apparently taken by surprise. They stared at the stunning stop action in the next room.
Ronald, their favorite hunk of perfect muscle, was arched like a half-moon with most of his prettiest hunk deep between torrid Dantrelle's legs.
"Eeeehhh ... oohh, Ronald, no! NOOoooohhh! You'll kill me with it!"
"We've got to help her." Mandy's arms circled Ellen and Tia's waist at either side and squeezed her naive, overwhelmed friends. "She never expected him to do that much."
"Is he killing her?" Not really believing it, innocent Tia with an instinctive need for touching girls, fingered the snap of sandy-haired Ellen's bra. "Oh, she's so beautiful! She really does look like she's dying on him."
"Hurry, Tia!" Ellen was already dragging her cut-offs from her hips, following Mandy's suit.
Orgasm had seized both Dantrelle and Ronald simultaneously when his unexpectedly deep first thrust ramrodded far into her very ready vagina. The curvaceous cocklover from Sweden who had playmates from Goteborg to Stockholm, loved to delay her copulation climaxes. An untried boy with a mammoth organ had driven her to a crest on his very first thrust.
They were locked together where phallus joined vagina, but for paralyzing seconds they were as two separated figures in a Rodin carving. Ronald was dramatically arched against the cot, calves bent under his knees, head thrust back against the mattress as he strained upward. As his ejaculation charged and froze him rigid with its incredible paroxysm of rapture, every beautifully honed muscle seemed to marbleize.
And phallus-shocked Dantrelle was superlatively female on sizzling display. The ecstasy bent her backward from their coital point in an intriguing crescent. There, breasts jutting maddeningly, lovely arms out-flung and face turned skyward, she trembled almost motionless to the extreme force of her climax.
To the stunned onlookers it was an incredible tableau of life and death. If the peak of the simultaneous orgasms lasted only brief seconds, it seemed an eternity. Tia tore away Mandy's bra and reaching around her body, clamped feverish fingers on her best friend's boobs.
"Mandy, I can't stand it! Your nipples are wild and so are Ellen's and mine. But look at Miss Svenson's. Hers are 'bout to jump right off those gorgeous boobs."
"We have to help her!" Mandy caught Tia's hand from her breast and tugged open the door into Miss Svenson's office. "C'mon, Ellen, before it's too late!"
Raven -haired Mandrolina Diaz of the hot Spanish blood and the long night with half the football team, saw a golden opportunity. To tumble nude and ready into the misbehavior of Miss Svenson was perfect. Half-a-dozen times as she passed his house on her way home, Mandy had seen the curtains in Ronald's bedroom move. She had had no doubt he was masturbating behind them.
The other two, Ellen and Tia, who lived on the same street, had reported seeing the curtains move for their passing, too. Ronald baby, Mandy was sure, had very hot, feelings for all of them. For her two sweet virgin girl friends the chance to see close what had been jerked off in their honor was too much. Everything that could hap pen would be in the name of girlish innocence. They only wanted to help their wonderful Swedish friend who must really be in agony on the end of that fantabulous penis.
Climax mists swirled and deepened for both Ronald and Dantrelle, even as three sweetly succulent nudes dashed across the room to the cot. It was Dantrelle who saw them nearly fall over each other in excitement, stopping at the very edge of the love bed. A wonderful, wanton feel of having her proud, maddeningly female front on full display to the young set swept her. She was an exhibitionist at heart. She never loved copulation more than when being watched. With no sign of shock, just welcome in her eyes for the new arrivals, Dantrelle flung her arms toward the trio and they wilted to the sides of the bed to stare in fascination.
It was that overwhelming vision of beautiful faces staring into his that greeted Ronald's return from clouds of coming. Mandy Diaz! Ellen Terry! Tia Carmino! Here out of nowhere at the wildest moment of his life!
Each one of them separately passed his house going to their homes most every day. For more than a year he had played with himself over each whenever he was lucky enough to be home when they passed.
His incredulous stare caught the fact that they were bare shouldered, and, propping to his elbows, he saw all three were completely nude. Just as his dreams had imagined they would look, every one a beauty contest winner. Ellen, lithe bodied and tall, with perky breasts. Mandy with the wide hips and the jutting boobs whose nipples he noticed pointed upward even without a bra. Just as he had guessed.
And then Tia Carmino, the most voluptuous and the dumbest, if the rumors of her preference for girlfriends instead of boyfriends was true.
But the way she was staring at his crotch locked to Miss Svenson's right now, told him she liked at least one boy. Ronald was shocked beyond sense and reason. An incredible joy had racked and torn his body as the gorgeous woman still mounted on him took his final thrust. The completely possessing feeling of climax still had not left him.
He felt the four beautiful faces staring into his and he had courage to look directly at only one. Miss Svenson smiled calmly at the shock she saw in his expression. Her body, especially her vagina, was anything but calm. He felt tenderly clawing inner muscles deviling his subsiding erection. All at once the collapse was reversed and he was stiffening again. His shimmering penis, wet with their mutual excitement, had slithered mostly out of her vagina and now before four mind-blowing nudes he was going steel hard again.
Dantrelle saw her perfect chance to stay in America and not be shipped to Sweden by the next plane for misbehavior. "Girls!" she panted, turning a dazed, disbelieving look toward them. "We've got to help him. He's getting that way again! Just give me one promise ... please!" There was believable desperation in her voice.
"Anything, Miss Svenson. Is he raping you?" Tia's innocence was delicious.
"No." Their teacher squirmed against the burgeoning prick and the three gaped as she drove herself still farther onto what threatened to split her in two. "Promise! You will tell no one what you see here?"
"Promise!" chorused the awed trio.
"Promise you have discovered that I seduced Ronald, and you will let me teach you how."
"Ooohhh, please do!" moaned Ellen. "I've dreamed and dreamed he would be the first man to go into me."
"Me, too!" Tia shivered as she straightened at his side.
"Mean it?" he gagged, looking from one to the other. "You really want me to do it to you? All of you?" His glazed eyes tried to focus on Miss Svenson's. "And you mean you really seduced me?"
Her wiggling impatience on the end of his erection was her answer. Inside Dantrelle a way to survive the still lively danger of exposure was paramount. She cupped an arm around Mandy's shoulders. "Kiss him out of me so we can all play with it!"
Ellen and Tia gaped in fascination as their leader leaned to obey. They saw busy lips pucker to the side of the cock barrel and heard her low-throated moan of delight with the taste she found.
Smiling at Mandy's thirsty lips, Dantrelle relaxed her cunty vise on the indriven prick. Gleaming slick with mingled come flow, the phallus backed into view through the fiercely stretched labia.
"All of you!" whispered Ronald, captivated by the dream-come-true. "Please, all of you take turns. Suck me out of her!"
His plea froze the four in delighted stop action. He was vulnerable, desperately in need. That made it somehow reassuring for four hungry females staring at his much-loved cock.
"Truth time, Ronald." Mandy's face rose from her preoccupation. Her lips were pouting and wet from licking the sides of his shaft. "Haven't you been jerking off over us girls when we go by your house?"
A violent blush started at the base of his neck and shot across his face. He nodded painfully. "Every chance I get. I been standin' back of my drape, imaginin' you're just like you are now."
Dantrelle felt his cock begin to slack as he stumbled on in the admission. "Bet I've done it a hunnerd times over each one of you."
"And so?" demanded the irritated sexualist from Sweden. She hissed the order, "For that you show him what you do in your beds thinking of him!"
She pushed back to make a space on the cot between her and her playmate whose cock now drooped at half mast. She pointed angrily. "You never mock a man with such a marvelous desire. He has the right to know the truth now about your masturbation habits. Show him!"
Five could barely fit on the daybed in the gym office but somehow three chastened ones squeezed in between Dantrelle and Ronald.
"He doesn't want to see a silly thing like that!" whimpered Tia, whose crowded position put her right atop Ronald's wilted loins.
"I'd like to," he contradicted, confidence coming back with Dantrelle's defense. "Always wondered if girls had a way ... you know ... to help themselves."
"You shall see they certainly do!" hissed Dantrelle, glaring at Mandy who demanded Ronald's confession and forced his cock collapse. "All of you now! Do yourselves!"
Mandy's eyes were wet when she looked at her worshipped teacher. "I'm really sorry I made him tell. Let me tell him and you our favorite naughty thing."
"Tell?" Miss Svenson was unblinking coldness at the turn in what had been a fantastically exciting potential orgy. "Don't tell ... show!"
Mandy's hand drifted across Ellen's smooth hip, down to her pubes. A fingertip caressed the slit of the vulva. "We like best to do each other "and guess about Ronald's thing. I'd ... I'd like to show him our clitties going crazy over his penis."
"Let's!" Ellen caught Mandy's fingertips and drove them through her cunty cleft, then finger splayed it wide. "Does Ronald know what a clitoris looks like?"
Ronald shook his head sheepishly. "Don't even know what it does."
"It's our come trigger," murmured Ellen, twisting to let him see the Venus-flesh between her thighs. Ronald gawked as Mandy spread her fingers wide to open Ellen's labial gates wide for his inspection.
"Ellen has the biggest clitty of any of us," Mandy whispered to Dantrelle. "We'd love to do each other right out in front of him. Okay?"
"Makes it come out evener if you have four to play." Sternness was gone from the teacher's expression. Want was there. "One of you do me."
"Eeehhh ... look at his ... his penis!" squealed Tia, spreading her legs wide to Ellen's fingering and staring at Ronald's resurgent prick spearing underneath her.
It was a delicious moment of truth for Ron to watch the possessed quartet act out their self-love before him. Mandy splayed Ellen's cunt lips wide and Ellen spread Tia's still wider. Then Tia reached, moaning in rapture to finger tentatively through Dantrelle's come-soaked pussy.
"Ooohhh ... it makes me almost come just to feel her." Tia, emboldened by Dantrelle's pleased gasp, brazenly drove the outer lips apart to expose the taut pink clitoris standing proudly for inspection.
"And I get to masturbate Mandy," murmured Dantrelle.
It was a pageant of female self need and Ronald was totally enthralled by the busy fingers strumming and massaging the thresholds of four vaginas. Far more alluring than he had ever dared hope the female sex center could be, he fought the urge to throw himself across all four and kiss and lick madly at the passion pits.
"Do it!" he demanded, when the shock of their bold performance seemed to slow all four at once. "Love seein' you do it! The one who comes first gets to suck this for a prize."
He knew he would never forget the wonder of that moment in a thousand years. Every one of the four straining, struggling, gorgeous bodies was anxious to show off to him. He studied Mandy's black hair and thrusting boobs and then the prominent lithe bodied Ellen of the wide hips and the rich sensuous lips and hoped she might win, for he'd dreamed of her mouth on his cock often. And she did have the biggest clitty.
It was beautiful to see Tia fingering into the fantastic slit through which he had just fired off his first orgasm. Dark-haired Tia of the explosive breasts and the squirmy tail loved shoving her fingers into Miss Svenson's quim. He saw the dribble of his semen on her fingers and it sent his prick skyrocketing through Tia's legs.
"Lookee ... lookeee!" squealed Ellen, brazenly spreading Tia's cunt lips as the small one began to orgasm.
"See, Ronald, your pretty penis is right there ready to stick into her right now! Do it!"
Ellen caught his cock barrel saucily as she fingered Tia through screaming climax. No one saw it happen. Everyone was so engrossed in their own coming and in making their playmate come that Ellen's impudent shove of a perfectly placed cock crown was total surprise.
All at once it was driven into the moist demon-driven cunt cleft. He was fully planted in Tia! Least likely and least experienced of them all, but once possessed by the feel of prick instead of fingers, Tia was gone.
"Ooohhh ... it is to beautiful!"
All action stopped as the masturbators froze to the sight of Ronald and Tia locked in copulation. Whether it was because the girl had been at the height of her orgasm to Ellen's fingers or what, her diminutive size did nothing to block the invading phallus.
"Be careful!" The cry broke too late from Dantrelle's startled lips.
But careful was long gone from the chaos of Ronald's mind. He had done absolutely nothing to begin this mad caper with Miss Svenson but do what she asked ... meet her after school. He had done no luring of these luscious nuts who had been distracting him for years. AH at once he was locked to one of his wildest dreams.
He gaped at the magnetism of the meeting of their bodies. His horny formidably swollen cock shaft projected like a flesh spear from his groin into Tia's. Her virgin vagina, still too shocked by the initial sensation of man, was a tingling intrigue to Ronald. He had seen none of the merging of his body to Miss Svenson's. For a spellbound instant he simply gawked at his impaling of baby-soft cunt flesh with steel-hard prick.
The tender inexperience of a girl still without pubic down, with a body otherwise mature, was maddening excitement. It seemed all at once to have grabbed Tia's thoughts that this was her one and only first time. She tilted her head to look into Ronald's face, wanting to remember the man who took her innocence.
"Puh ... please," she faltered, sucking air breathlessly.
"What, Tia?" He braced for her to ask him to stop, almost wished she would. He knew he didn't want it to spoil sex for her because someone forced it on her before she was ready. And Ellen had given Tia no options. Just shoved the handy hard-on through her slit! He started to draw back. "No way, right?"
"Please ... don't ... leave ... me." Tia wriggled sensuously and without the first lesson in copulation forced more of the brimming hugeness into her vagina. "I want you to be the one."
Very quietly three spellbound onlookers slipped from the bed to leave the two room to find their own way. In measured cautious thrusting, Ronald impaled himself inch by fraction of an inch into trembling pussy tissue. It didn't seem one bit possible, but it happened. As she lay beneath him, arms and legs out-flung to let the miracle take her, he was sure he could lead her into womanhood wth no harm to her teeny vagina and no hurt to her niceness.
Her moans were building and strange spasms were clawing at his well buried shaft. He knew he could wait no longer. A deep volcano was rumbling and erotic lightning was stabbing at every erogenous corner of his body.
"Tia!" he gasped. "Gotta let it fly!" He felt the surge roaring from a million miles away deep in his loins. "Now, Tia. Now!"
Her climax was already whipping her cock-crazed frame with frenzied convulsion and the first burst of semen deep in her vagina brought a rapture-driven scream uncontrollably.
At that instant the door to the gym office burst open and three outraged fathers stormed at the pair on the daybed.
"Awwwgggeehhh!" Ronald DeWitt stumbled to his feet and fled the bedroom, leaving a surprised Pamela at the very height of involvement in the intercourse of a young girl.
She heard the sounds of his nausea in the bathroom, then racing shower water as he tried to conceal the sounds from Pam.
It was ten minutes before the bathroom door opened. He slipped sheepishly back into the bedroom. Pamela was clad in her negligee and bewildered about whether to ask or not to ask. He saved her the dilemma as he slumped across the bed and snugged the knot of the bath towel he had wrapped round his waist.
"They beat me real good," he said simply. "If you were a man, I could tell you what it felt they beat out of me, but all three of them got on me, once they'd pulled Tia away."
"You mean they hit you in the face and...." Pamela was driven to silence by the bleakness of his expression.
"Wish to God they had hit me there. One of 'em grabbed a leg and arm on one side and the other on the other, like they wanted to rip them off at the hinges. The other one, Tia's father, took the two by four to my groin."
"They actually hit you in your groin? Ronald! How awful!"
"Awful was what it was. Tia's old man kept screaming about sex maniac taking his daughter's honor. Then he pounded my sex parts till I was bleeding like a stuck pig."
"What stopped them?"
"Tia did." He sucked in his breath and shuddered, remembering. "I was so out of it I never saw it happen. But all at once there was this crazy awful scream and I felt this body slam across mine. I couldn't even see by this time and all I heard was the sounds."
"What did she do?"
"Bashed her father with a field hockey stick." He swallowed the sob badly. "Knocked him cold. I could hear her screamin' and never forgot ... 'beautiful, Ronald's beautiful!' ... and all I felt was dead weight on my gut and one great big numbness all through the rest of me.
"Anyway, about a month later they let me out of the hospital and said I was fit to go back to school. Who were they kidding? I was going to go any place in the world but back to Danbury High. So I took my muscles and what was for one big day a very busy penis and I just took out from Connecticut. Never been back." He drew a pained breath. "All because I couldn't climb a damned rope."
Pamela moved quietly around the bed to turn back the spread, then crept to his side. He stiffened when her fingers found the knot on the bath towel, but he let her open it. For quiet minutes she studied the rubbery dangle of his great penis and the puffy fullness of his balls. No sign at all of damage fifteen years later. Also no sign at all of the phallus awakening.
"I'm honored you told me," she whispered, kissing him on the forehead and urging him under the covers. "If I had anything to do with bringing him back to life after all this time."
Ronald let her tuck the blanket close to his chin and wondered when was the last time a woman had done that for him. "Thanks," he whispered. "I'm tired as the devil. And I gotta be out of a job, once Mr. Pringle hears what his wife does to me."
"He doesn't need to hear." She smiled at the startled look and stood to leave. "I have to tell you, Ronald DeWitt is just about the most wonderful birthday present I ever received. Please stay and help me keep our secret."
"Have to think about that," murmured a suddenly exhausted man.