Chapter 1
By the time I drove my Honda into Boston, I was just about to drop dead in the saddle. I'd been driving almost non-stop for three days, the only chance I'd had to unwind was when I'd given a lift to that cute redheaded chick in Rhode Island. She'd helped me pay for the gas in a very interesting way.
But now I'd been on the road for almost a month. I'd run out of food, booze and pot and I had damned little money with which to replenish my supplies. I had to get a job pretty soon, even though it meant working my ass off until I had enough money to hit the road again.
I drove right through Boston, because it's a shitty town; everybody looks down their noses at you. I figured I'd be able to get hold of a gig out in the suburbs someplace. So I went right into Boston and right out the other side, heading for some place called Dedham.
And sure enough, about halfway between Boston and Dedham, this beautiful chick came wiggling her ass right at me, hoping I'd give her a lift. I shifted gears and pulled over to her side of the road.
"Where yuh headed, babe?" I asked, wishing I had a cigarette to give her. The best way to relax a chick is to give her a long, white rod of tobacco. Then, after she's loosened up a little, I can give her my long, white rod of cock-juice.
"I'm going towards Dedham," she told me. I don't normally dig Massachusetts accents, because they remind me of Porky Pig, but this girl had one of the cutest twangs in her voice I'd ever heard. And the voice fit right in with the gorgeous face and those big, luscious tits. I couldn't see her cunt under the miniskirt but I knew I'd be getting a look at it pretty soon.
"I'm goin' your way, baby," I told her.
"Hop on behind me an' hold on tight." She looked a little nervous about hitching a ride on the back of a motorcycle, but after a little hesitation she got on behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest to hang on. Then she swung her gorgeous long, white legs into the air and wrapped them over my thighs so that her cunt was right up against my ass. I felt better already. She had on bright red pantyhose that really turned me on, and her skirt was so short that I could almost get a look at her cunt. Almost, but not quite.
As soon as I was sure she was hanging on properly, I shifted out of neutral and we roared down the road towards Dedham. But I knew that before we got there I'd find an excuse to pull off the road and do a little "nature study."
Once we were really rolling I started to talk with her, trying to get to know her better. You might think it's hard to carry on a conversation when a motorcycle is roaring its guts out right next to you, but the truth is if you're traveling with it then you kind of leave the noise behind. So when I spoke to the chick she had no trouble hearing me at all.
"You live in Dedham, chick?" I wanted to know.
"Not quite," she answered. "I live right outside it. A girls' boarding school. Strict as all hell. Nothing for miles around but teenage girls, and a few ugly old lady teachers. After a few months there we all either go crazy or turn into lesbians. Or both."
I couldn't help grinning. I liked this girl, whoever she was. She didn't seem to be more than sixteen years old, but she'd obviously been around. She knew what life was all about.
I spoke again. "If this place is so strict, how come they let you off the campus."
"They didn't," she told me. "I broke out. I woke up this morning with this awful feeling that if I didn't get some cock inside me in twenty-four hours I'd go bonkers. So when no one was looking I sneaked out. If they find out I'm missing I'll get my ass handed to me."
I was liking this girl more and more all the time. "Did you get that cock you wanted?" I asked.
In the rear-view mirror I could see her making a face. "Yeah, I got some cock, if you wanna call it that. Two whole inches. I can do better than that just jacking off."
Don't worry," I told her. "I'm sure if you try hard enough you'll get all the cock you want." And she would, too, if I had anything to say about it. "By the way, my name's Roger. What's yours?"
"Felicia," she replied. "Felicia Hanley. All the asshole teachers at my school call me 'Hanley'. Anytime I do anything wrong, they yell 'HA-A-A-ANLEY!' "
I laughed at this. "Well, I'm Roger Masterson. But if you promise to call me 'Roger' I'll promise to call you 'Felicia'. How's that?"
"Groovy," she answered. A red brick building was coming at us over the horizon and she began to loosen her hold on my legs and back. "Well, here's the old house of horrors now," she told me. "The Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Refined Young Women, better known as 'Stalag Seventeen'. Don't let me off right outside the place; I have to sneak in through the woods."
"That's fine with me," I said. I swung the chopper off the highway and down a dirt road into the woods that led around to the rear of the Academy. The dirt road was riddled with bumps, and every time we hit one I could see Felicia's long blonde hair flying around in all directions and her tits bouncing up and down like basketballs.
"You can let me off here," she said, as we came around to a deserted spot behind the building. "I guess this is far enough."
This was my Golden Opportunity. "It's not far enough at all," I told her. "Why don't you and I go all the way?"
I stopped the cycle and she swung one long shapely leg off and onto the ground. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Well, you went into town for some hot cock, but all you could get was two inches. My balls alone are two inches long, think how big my dick is."
She smiled. "If you'd asked me an hour ago I'd have taken you up on that. But I can't waste any more time now; any minute the whole school will start looking for me. If they find out I took a powder I'll catch it for sure."
I didn't give up that easily. "I was nice enough to give you a lift here," I pointed out. "I did you a favor, can't you do me one? Haven't you ever heard of 'tit for tat'? Or maybe I should say tit for cock."
"I really hate to sound like an ingrate," she told me, "but I can't afford to waste any more time. Every minute I stay here makes it worse." She smiled again. "Maybe some other time, Roger." Then she turned and walked towards the school, and I could see her ass wiggling back and forth in the sunlight.
I still hadn't played my trump card. "If you don't let me fuck you right here and now," I shouted after her, "I'll go to the Dean of your school and tell her that Felicia Hanley was out hitchhiking when she should have been studying."
That stopped her. She turned to face me.
"You'd really tell on me, wouldn't you?"
"Damn right," I said. "Unless, of course, you'd care to get down and spread your legs."
She was shocked. "But that's blackmail!"
"Call it what you want, sweetie. But if I don't get to fuck you, you're gonna be in big trouble."
There was a pause, and then she came towards me. "It looks like you've got me over a barrel."
I really liked this chick. "Don't worry," I told her. "We'll get it over quick because I know you're in a hurry."
I took off my jacket and spread it out on the ground because I know that classy girls like Felicia like to have something soft and clean to lie on when they lay a guy. She pulled off her tight blouse and I could see her two gigantic tits, like a couple of Himalayas, struggling to get out of the white lace bra she had on. That bra must have been at least a 42-D.
And then she was pulling off her miniskirt. Now I could see the spot where the bright red legs of her pantyhose joined at the crotch. I felt like I was present at the unveiling of a statue. I couldn't wait to see what was under that pantyhose.
Felicia looked up, and when she saw I was watching she blushed. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"Hell, yes. But I'd like to see more."
"Well, here it comes. And what you see is what you get." She pulled down her pantyhose, and I was surprised and amused to' see that she had no panties on underneath. But in a way I guess it figured. Felicia was the kind of girl who was always ready for action, and panties were one thing she didn't need.
"Okay, Felicia," I shouted. "Put your ass against the wall: here I come, balls and all." I got down on top of her, tugging open my Levis and pulling out my cock. It was probably the biggest Felicia had ever seen and I could tell she appreciated it, because her eyes lit up, eager for the chance to feel this meat between her legs. And then I grabbed those legs, those beautiful long white legs, and spread them wide. My cock was getting harder every second, and I rammed it into her, rammed it up farther and farther into her hot box until she began to moan with delight. I could feel little shivers of pleasure running up and down inside her voluptuous body.
And then I bent her backwards onto the ground, forcing my donger farther and farther into her flesh. With eager hands I reached out and tore off her bra, to reveal those two colossal tits in all their glory, like two Goodyear blimps that wanted to soar into the heavens. I bent down and grabbed one of her nipples with my mouth, sucking and sucking. Slowly my experienced tongue fondled her tittie, teasing the flat brown nipple into a bright-red pyramid of lust that quivered and shivered inside my mouth, begging for my tongue to caress it even more.
And then I turned to the other tit, and soon both her nipples were standing at attention, two bright points of red-hot flesh that cried out to be possessed by my tongue. And all through this my cock was between her legs, pumping up and down inside her flesh, churning her mind and body and soul into one frothy mass of infinite passion.
"Oh God, Roger! Oh God!" she moaned. With every pump of my piston her delicious body went into new spasms of pleasure, shaking up and down like a huge vibrator, massaging my prick, making love to it, squeezing it, coaxing it to squirt its love-juice down that longhot tunnel between her legs.
"More, baby, more! I want it, I want it!" She was screaming now, and I knew that that twat of hers would never let my cock go until she'd drained it dry of everything it had.
I was pumping harder and faster and faster and harder, really getting into the spirit of things. I could feel my great big cocker swelling up like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger, stretching her pussy-hole more and more with every passing second.
"Oh Jesus!" she shouted. "I'm creaming! I'm creaming all over the place!" And then her whole body writhed and shook and her vaginal volcano erupted, sending hot love-lava shooting upwards through her cunt, upwards to massage my prick.
And then I was creaming too. With a roar as if all Hell had broken loose, my cock burst open and sent reams of cream screaming down her passion-hole. And all the time my dong was sending love-juice down into her legs she was sending the same stuff up to meet me. The two floods of golden love-liquid smashed head-on into each other right in the middle of her twat, and I could feel her whole body squirming in delight beneath me. But my cock-cream was stronger than her vagina-juice, and an instant later she moaned again as my flood of scum sent her own love-tonic pouring back down into the place from whence it came. I could tell that this would be a fuck she would never forget.
She moaned again and again, and then there was one last earthquake as her flesh heaved and subsided, and it was all over. We'd drained each other dry, and we were both good to the last drop. I hadn't had a fuck-session like that in ages, and I could tell that Felicia hadn't either.
She sat up and began putting on her clothes. "You're good, Roger," she told me. "Better than I expected, and I expected plenty. I'd like to see you again some time. Do you live around here?"
"I don't live anywhere," I answered, which was true. "Me an' my cycle here go wherever we want and do whatever we feel like. But to be honest, I figured on hanging around here for a while an' trying to get a job. I need dough like you wouldn't believe."
"That's no problem," she said cheerfully, pulling up her pantyhose and buckling her tits back into their Playtex Living Holster. "Come on with me back to the Academy, and I'll get you a job there."
I laughed. "As a what? I never taught school in my life. I made a rotten student; I bet I'd be worse off as a teacher."
She giggled. "No, silly. I could get you a job as the campus gardener. The only man that's allowed on the place is the gardener, and the last one we had kicked the bucket a few days ago. Heart attack, I think. He was a 78-year-old fart, none of us liked him. But here's your big chance for a job."
'Thanks, but no thanks. When it comes to gardening, I don't know my grass from my elbow. Besides, that school of yours sounds pretty depressing. I don't think I'd like it there. "Are you KIDDING?" Her eyes were popping out almost as much as her tits were. "Didn't you hear what I said about the school? Nothing around but teen-age girls, hundreds of them. No men for miles around. Each and every one of them dying for a chance to get some cock shoved into her. Are you gonna pass up the chance of a lifetime?"
I almost dropped dead on the spot. Why hadn't I thought of that? If I could land this job as the school gardener, not only would I be earning money, but there'd be lots of workmen's compensation on the side. Felicia was right; this was one job I couldn't pass up.
I reached out and tweaked the girl's tit. "Okay, Felish, I'll look into that job. I just hope it's half as good as you say it is."
"Don't worry about that," she assured me. "I'll bet that when the girls at the Academy see you they'll all be standing in line for you to plough up their foliage." She grinned. "Well, come on; I'll take you to Old Lady Watson. She's the one in charge of hiring the school's personnel."
It turned out that Old Lady Watson looked more like Old Alligator Watson. She was old and ugly and had warts coming out all over. Even her warts looked like they had warts. The chicks at this place would have to be pretty sexy to make me forget about this monstrosity. But Felicia had assured me that the campus was crawling with beauties.
Old Scumbag Watson put down her paperwork and stared at me through bifocals. "Yes, young man, what can I do for you?"
You can drop dead, I thought. Out loud I said: "My niece, Felicia Hanley, wrote to me, saying that your Academy needed a gardener. I'd like to fill that position."
And once I got my hands on some of the girls here I'd be filling lots of things.
Old Tyrannosaurus Watson, otherwise known as Queen Kong, stared at me harder than ever. "What experience have you had as a gardener?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, plenty," I lied. "I used to be on the advisory board of 'Saturday Evening Mulch', one of the top gardening magazines in the country. You've heard of it, no doubt."
"Of course I have," she snapped. "In fact, I happen to be a subscriber." I knew I had her now. There was no such magazine. This old fart knew even less about gardening than I did! I could bullshit my ass off and she wouldn't know the difference!
"In terms of actual gardening," I went on, "I did a great deal of work at the Botanical Institute in Omaha, where I astounded my colleagues by developing a whole new breed of labia minora."
Old Gorilla-Asshole Watson was really getting interested. "Have you really?" she said. "Then I suppose you've also done work in the field of cross-pollination."
I smiled. "Pollination is one of my biggies." And once I got this job, I'd prove it by pollinating a few of the students. They knew about the birds and the bees, but I wanted to teach them about the flowers.
She stood up. "Mister Masterson, the job is yours. You can start today. I'll arrange for one of the girls to show you to your quarters." She pressed a buzzer and a girl came in. "Cynthia, this is our new gardener and groundskeeper. I'd like you to show him where he'll be staying and explain to him his duties."
The girl came forward. "Yess, Miss Shitfa...I mean, Miss Watson." She took me by the hand. "Please step this way, sir." She led me outside.
Once outside, I took a closer look at the girl I was with. She was even younger than Felicia, but already her tits were ripe and ready for plucking. She had a sexy way of wiggling her hips as she walked, and her long hair was black with just the right touch of brown. I knew that this girl would make a very interesting companion.
I spoke. "You don't seem to like Old Lady Watson any more than I do."
"Are you kidding?" She made a face and spat on the grass. "For all I care that fart-face can shove the whole school up her ass sideways. She runs this place like a concentration camp. No food in our rooms, no TVs or telephones, and worst of all no chance to go to town and get fucked." She looked me up and down, paying particular attention to the bulge in the crotch of my Levis. "Mister, I've got an idea that you and I could do great things to each other."
I grinned. "Well, I'm always interested in helping the student bodies."
"Bodies is right," she told me. "Some of the chicks in this place have got tits and asses like you wouldn't believe. But with no men in sight, they're all withering on the vine." She smiled. "Not only that, but half of them are virgins, in case you like cherries. If you prefer them experienced, the other half get dick every time they can."
"Is that so?" I asked. "Well, if half the girls are virgins and half of them aren't, which half are you?"
She reached out and patted the mountain between my legs. "You'll find out later." I was getting hotter every minute. This place looked even better than Felicia had told me!
The cute chick was still talking. "And there's almost six hundred girls here," she informed me, "so it stands to reason that if you look hard enough you'll find anything you want. There are girls here who like S&M, B&D, enemas, spankings...you name it and they want it done to them." She smiled again, and tossed her head to get her hair out of her eyes. "Me, I just like to fuck. By the way, I'm Cynthia Rodinas. You can call me 'Sin'."
I shook her by the hand. "And I'm Roger Masterson. You can call me 'Master'." I knew that this would be a very interesting relationship.
By now we were in the most deserted corner of the campus, and Cynthia led me towards a wooden shack. 'That's the gardener's quarters," she informed me. "It doesn't look like much, but it's got electricity and running water...and privacy. But now that you're here it may not be too private for long. As soon as word gets around that there's a cock on campus the girls will beat a path to your door."
We went into the place and Cynthia switched on the light. The place was small, but it was clean and comfortable. And it had a bed that looked big enough for a full-grown man and two or three little girls.
I moved farther into the room to look around, and Cynthia closed the door. "As gardener and caretaker you'll have to keep everything growing, do the weeding, that kind of shit. The old fart that had the job before was a Mongoloid, so if he could do it you could do it."
I moved closer to the bed. "Felicia Hanley told me that the guy dropped dead from a heart attack. I didn't know that gardening was so strenuous."
She was following me. "It's not," she said. "He got a heart attack because he figured he could make a little whoopee with one of the girls. Needless to say, the job was too much for him, and he didn't even last long enough to cream worth a damn."
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "How do you know all this, Cynthia?" I asked. "How do you know that he died trying to fuck a girl?"
"Are you kidding?" she told me. "Who do you think the girl was?" She was coming closer. 'That old coot gave me a taste of dick, but just a taste of it. I want more, Roger, and I want it now."
I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed the girl around the waist and pushed her onto the bed. My prick was out in two seconds flat, and Cynthia was so surprised at how big it was that she just lay there with her mouth open, waiting for me to stick something into it. I pushed her up against the bedstead and pulled down her pantyhose. Just like Felicia, this chick didn't have any panties on. It looked like "no panties" was the school uniform.
I yanked her stockings down to her ankles and spread her legs wide. She couldn't have been much more than fourteen years old, and as a result her cunt was almost bald; there were just little tufts of hair growing around the edges. I can always tell a chick's age by the size of her bush.
It was the work of a moment to shove my wang into her and start pumping. Cynthia obviously hadn't been getting much cock lately, because her cunt reached out and grabbed my meat like a starving man grabbing food. My love-shaft forced its way down into her flesh until the girl was giving off little gasps of delight.
"Oh, baby!" she whimpered in passion. "I've been fucked by that old shit-head, and I've been fucked by the boys back home, but I've never been fucked by a full-grown man before. I want it! I want it!"
"Damn right you want it." I was pumping like crazy now, and I reached out and yanked off her dress and bra. Her two little-girl tits were staring up at me expectantly, waiting for me to make my move.
They didn't have to wait for long. Soon I had one boob in my mouth and the other in my hands, and I was sucking and squeezing as though my life depended on it. And Cynthia was loving every minute of it. She squirmed and writhed in delicious delight as my rock-hard cock sent spasms of passion down her Panama Canal and bouncing around inside her a mile a minute.
I was pumping harder now, pumping even harder than I'd done to Felicia. Felicia had been a pretty experienced chick, but this little girl had never before had as much as she wanted. Well, I was going to give it to her.
And then Cynthia was creaming, and the gusher of vagina-juice was lubricating her tunnel and making it all the easier, and even more pleasurable, for me to pump my pecker up and down inside her. I was really picking up steam now, and I could tell that I was really giving Cynthia something to write home about.
So, before I knew what Cynthia was doing she pulled my head off her tit and kissed me. Her probing tongue forced its way into my mouth and began to tongue me, and within seconds I sent my own oral organ between her gorgeous lips. Our two mouths caressed each other, and all through it my cock was still pumping and humping and bumping and thumping up and down inside her little-girl pussy.
"Oh, Roger!" Her whole luscious white body started shaking and shivering like a rocket about to blast off, as my donger traveled deeper and deeper into the crevice between her legs. "Oh God, Roger!" she moaned. "You're turning me on! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"
I fucked her so hard that her cunt wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. My prickerel picked up speed and humped her harder and harder, until I expected to strike oil at any second.
And then I really did strike oil. Because all of a sudden she just started vibrating like crazy, and an instant later she was creaming. Her golden love-juice came rushing out of the depths in a torrent of passion, shooting upwards to coat my cock with its creaminess. I was really getting hot now, but Cynthia was even hotter.
The lips of her cunt squeezed my meat tighter and tighter, and then I was creaming too. For the second time that day I experienced the delicious sensation of pouring my wad of cock-cream between a girl's legs and down into the cavern of her flesh. Cynthia began to writhe in an orgasm of passion as my flood of love-cream came pouring down farther and farther into the innermost reaches of her body and soul. She was going cock-crazy now.
She had to have meat or die. She had to feel my prick forcing its way between her legs or she would go insane. So I fucked her all the harder, all the harder. My cocker was shooting up and down like some sort of huge erotic pendulum, and every powerful stroke sent more and more golden cream hurtling down her pussy.
I could feel waves of passion shooting out of her cunt, through my prick and up into my body. I was getting hotter by the minute, and I had to have this girl just as much as she had to have me. Maybe even more.
And then there was one last shivering shudder, like the San Francisco Earthquake, and our two sets of locked limbs vibrated at a feverish pitch, to subside at long long last into that beautiful peaceful feeling that a man can have only after he's helped himself to a beautiful piece of pussy. I felt better than I'd felt in weeks, and between Felicia and Cynthia I was really starting to look forward to my first day on the job here.
That beautiful fuck was all over now, but I knew that there would be more to come; many," many more. I put my prick back inside my Levis and watched as Cynthia began to put those clothes back on that beautiful body of hers, to put it away for another day. She kissed me, and then got up and went to the door. "Thanks a lot, Roger," she told me. "I have to go now, but I'll be back. And you can bet that sweet prick of yours I'll be back damned soon." She kissed me again. "Good-bye, Roger. Good-bye and...thanks."
And then she was gone. I couldn't help laughing to myself. I'd dropped out of high school and I'd never expected to get anywhere near a school, let alone have a job on one. And what a job it would be! Roger Masterson, I told myself, you've always wanted to be big man on campus.
Big man on campus? Hell, I was the ONLY man on campus! As far as life at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Refined Young Women went, I had cornered the market on cock. And as soon as word got around amongst the student body, I knew that I'd really have my hands full.