Chapter 3

Well, well, well. It began to look as though this school and the girls in it were hot all of the time. First Felicia, then Cynthia, then my little affair with the late lamented Melanie Simpson, and now this. I could hardly wait to see what would be happening next.

At the moment my big problem was Old Lady Watson. I was supposed to be employed here as a gardener and a caretaker, and she was keeping an eagle eye on me to make sure that I was irrigating the crops and not the schoolgirls. There were six hundred cunts here, every single one of them hungering for my meat, but I had to service them on the sly, because if Miss Watson ever found out about my "nature study" I'd be thrown out on my ass and all those beautiful little pussies and tits would be out of my reach forever.

I was also beginning to wonder if I should tip my hand to Stella, if I should let on to her that I knew about those very interesting items in her luggage. If I told her about them, she might think I was spying on her, and I certainly didn't want her to get mad with me. No, I still had to play this by ear for a while.

I put away her luggage and headed back outside. It must have been between classes because most of the chicks were outdoors and heading from one building to another, hugging their books up against those gorgeous titties of theirs. Two of the girls spotted me and tried to detour me into a conversation with them.

"Hi, stud," said one of them, and I couldn't help noticing the way she ran her eyes up and down my body. Well, let 'em look, I figured. "You must be Roger, the new gardener."

"That I am," I said. "What can I do for you?"

The two girls giggled, and then the second one said: "We've been hearing that Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas and Melanie Simpson have sampled your merchandise, and we were wondering if there's any left for us."

God! I thought to myself, these girls have been kept under lock and key for so long that they've gone cock-crazy. And they don't mince words when they ask for the stuff, either.

To the two chicks I said: "I'd be happy to oblige, folks. But we've gotta be discreet, if you know what I mean. I don't need Old Gorilla-Face Watson breathing down my pants."

"That's no sweat," said the first girl, who had long orange hair that wiggled sexily when she walked. "Any time you can get away, we'll all go up to Lonesome Rock and have us an orgy."

This sounded interesting. "What's Lonesome Rock?" I wanted to know.

She giggled again, and her tits had a real sexy way of bouncing up and down when she laughed. "Lonesome Rock is an old Indian cave right outside the school grounds. Whenever we get a chance some of us sneak up there to drink some beer and smoke pot. It's the perfect spot for an orgy, but up until now we haven't been able to find a man to come with us. If you'd care to come along, I guarantee you'll be the life of the party."

The second chick was laughing too. She had on a white turtleneck pullover that was about three sizes too small, so that everything she had was on display underneath. An interesting thing about this chick was that, even though both her boobs were gigantic, the left one was bigger than the right one. This was the first time I'd ever seen a lopsided chick before, and I decided I'd like to have a closer look at those tits some time. Strictly in the name of science, you understand.

The first girl was talking again. "I'm Alice and this is Marilyn," she said. "We can't wait for some of that hot dick of yours, but you'll have to give us a rain check on it because we're late for class."

I didn't give up that easily. "When can we get together?" I asked eagerly.

"Probably Friday night," was the answer. "We'll get some beer and weed and go on up to Lonesome Rock. Only I guess from now on we'll have to call it 'Cock Rock'."

And then they were gone. I sighed and went back to my chores. Suddenly I was aware of a black leather boot standing on the grass about three inches from my hand. I looked up into the big blue eyes and bigger pink tits of Stella Hunnicutt.

"Hello, Rodge," she said. "I notice you've been fraternizing with the student bodies. Why not give the faculty a break for a change?"

"I'd love to, if all the teachers looked like you," I told her. "When I was a kid I always had to give Teacher an apple. Well, you look like a teacher who would throw away the apples and go for the meat."

She thought that was pretty funny, and I could feel her delicious body getting warmer as it filled with desire for my cock.

"So you're the gardener," she said at last. "What do you do around here?"

"You'd be surprised," I told her. "Mostly I water the bushes."

She knelt beside me. "Really? I'd like to have you water my bush some time."

"It'll be a pleasure." I could see Old Miss Watson several yards away, staring at us oddly. Damn that bitch! Why couldn't she leave me alone? If I wanted to grab a little cunt that was my business, not hers. I decided that she must be jealous because I was fucking every chick in sight but I wouldn't shove my meat in that ugly old hole that she had for all the money in the world.

Miss Watson was coming towards us now, and I could see that she looked really mad. But then, again, she always looked like that.

Before Scumface could say anything, Stella spoke up for me. "Why, hello, Miss Watson," she shouted. "Mister Masterson, the gardener here, has been doing such a fine job of maintaining the grounds that I'd like to put his talents to better use."

That stopped the old fart cold. "What do you mean by that?" she snapped.

"As you know," Stella went on, "I'll be teaching the botany class here. I believe that this man could be of great help to me with my students. You had mentioned that you were considering hiring an assistant for me.

Old Lady Watson looked sourer than ever. "It is the custom," she hissed, "for this school to hire only female teachers and teaching assistants. Mister Masterson here is not a female."

"I noticed that," Stella said, and I could feel the hard point of one of her hot tits pressing into my back. "I think that the girls might pay more attention in class if a man were present."

"Oh, very well," sighed the old bat. She turned to me. "As of now you will work under Miss Hunnicutt."

Wrong, I said to myself. As of tonight Miss Hunnicutt will be under me. And loving it.

The old bat was still ranting. "Same wages and living quarters of course. I hope you will be able to perform in your new capacity."

"I'm sure of it," I replied. As I spoke I looked down at that wonderful hot spot between Stella's legs under her yellow miniskirt. I couldn't wait for a chance to start performing in that capacity of hers.

And then Old Fartface walked away, and the two of us were alone. 'Thanks a lot, babe," I told Stella. "But now.. that I'm working for you, what do I have to do?"

She smiled. "Nothing very complicated; just helping me with supplies and so forth a couple of hours every day, and looking busy the rest of the time."

"Can do," I announced. "Now that I know what I'm supposed to do for you in the daytime, what am I supposed to do for you at night?"

She smiled again. "Haven't you guessed? At night you come up to my room and we have a little...seminar." She brushed her hand against me and gave a coquettish squeeze to the hard knob that was bulging in my pants. "In fact, why don't we go up there right now?"

I followed her up to her living quarters, and we went in and turned on the light. Sitting on the bed was Felicia. "Hello, Felicia," said Stella, a bit uncomfortably. "What can I do for you?"

The blonde teenager stood up. "You can get your hooks off Roger here. He happens to be the exclusive property of me and Cynthia, and we don't take kindly to shoplifters."

Stella was getting angry. "Look, Miss Hanley, if the women who run this prison camp would be very interested in hearing about your little extra-curricular activities with Roger here. And if you don't leave us alone I'll tell them all about what's been going on."

It was an interesting experience to see two gorgeous chicks fighting over little old me, but I was in a hurry to stop the fighting and get down to the fucking. "Girls, girls," I interjected, "there's no need for threats. There's enough of me for everyone."

"He's right," Stella told Felicia. "You and I can share him. And so can Cynthia, in fact."

Felicia looked a little undecided, so I made up her mind for her. "Then it's all decided. Now let's get down to action."

And before she could stop me I grabbed Stella by the ass and put her down on the bed. "You are gonna get fucked, woman," I told her. "You are gonna get fucked and you're gonna like it." Her clothes were nice and tight but I managed to tear them off her. Her minidress came off almost immediately and her bra didn't take much longer.

"Hey," pouted Felicia, "save some for me!" And a moment later she was tugging the clothes off her fair young body, eager to have fun with the rest of us.

And an instant later Stella Hunnicutt was naked, and lying on the bed waiting for me to shove my dong into her gorgeous flesh. "Come on, Roger," she cooed to me. "I want it."

"Wait a minute," complained Felicia. "In this room there's two cunts and only one cock. How'll we keep the action going."

Stella's eyes lit up. "If we had a dildo I could fuck you up the ass while Roger screwed you in the pussy."

Felicia seemed to like this idea. "But where'll we get a dildo?" she wanted to know.

I winked at Stella. "Why don't you look in Stella's suitcase, Felicia?" I told her. "The big brown one, in the corner."

Stella was shocked. "How did you know about my little collection of playthings?" she demanded.

I winked again and tweaked her luscious tits. "It's a trade secret," I said. By this time Felicia had thrown open the suitcase and located the dildo. It was big and hard and almost as long and thick as my own cocker was. Almost, but not quite. Felicia tossed the big phallus to Stella, who strapped it on across her hips and big bare white ass so that the business end stood out at attention.

"NOW!" I shouted. We both grabbed Felicia at once, and dragged her over to the center of the room. With eager fingers I prodded her clit, coaxing her to open up her legs. She spread them wide and I slid my meat into her hungry hairy hole. And an instant later the young school girl was giving little moans of pain as Stella spread the cheeks of her ass and shoved the big pink dildo into her.

Then Stella and I picked up Felicia by her firm young hips and started raising and lowering her in the air. My cock and Stella's dildo were pointing almost straight up at attention, and Felicia was squealing in delight as we slid her up and down on the two rock-hard pillars, one of flesh and one of plastic. Her luscious young legs thrashed about girlishly in the air as she felt the exquisite pain of having those two big dongers up inside her body.

The girl was really getting hot now, and I saw her brown nipples turning red and sweaty, the sure sign that she was heading for a climax. And it was getting easier all the time to shove my meat in and out of her, so I knew that Felicia must be ready for a creaming.

And then her whole body quivered and shook at once, and I looked down to see the stream of pale yellow love-juice gushing out of her pussy and down the sides of my fuckerstick. Felicia kept on creaming again and again, and I was beginning to wonder where it was all coming from. But I didn't have much time to wonder because I could tell that I would be creaming soon, too.

And then it came, all at once like a bolt of erotic lightning. My whole body started vibrating with a burst of energy, and then I was shooting my cock-sauce into the waiting flesh of Felicia. And she wanted it. She wanted it. You could see she wanted it.

And after that Stella started moaning with pleasure, and I could see the big dildo dancing up and down between her legs, and I knew that she would be coming soon too. And that dildo she had on must have been pretty cleverly built, because when Stella gave a scream of frenzied passion and erupted into a blast of orgasmic fury every drop of her love-juice poured right through the dildo and on into Felicia's waiting asshole, just as though Stella had a real cock.

The action was getting hot and heavy now, and Stella and I were ramming ourselves between Felicia's legs faster than ever, when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. Before we could do anything the doorknob turned, the door opened, and Cynthia Rodinas walked into the room.

For one moment her mouth dropped open in shock, and then all of a sudden she was tugging off her clothes, impatient to join the fun. I knew that I would really be getting my money's worth this time.

Cynthia was naked now, and waiting for me, wanting me. I pulled out of Felicia, leaving her for Stella, and fan to cut myself a slice of Cynthia. I dropped down on top of her eagerly and spread her legs, spread them wide. And then my meat was in her, pumping and thumping. And every churn of the piston brought another gasp of delight from Cynthia. She wanted it. She wanted every bit of it. And not even that would be enough. She had to have more, more, more.

Well, she was getting it. We locked limbs and rolled about on the floor, and then all of a sudden there was an explosion and fireworks and both of us were creaming at the exact same moment, which was something that had never happened to me before in all my years of fucking. The twin geysers of love-juice, mine and hers, came roaring towards each other inside Cynthia's pussy, doomed for a head-on collision. And we both felt the huge, delicious tremor of excitement as the floods of love-tonic smashed into each other and intermixed. But my wad was stronger than Cynthia's was, and in an instant all the luscious liquid was pouring back down through the hole in her flesh.

On the other end of the room, lying spreadeagled on the bed, Stella was still ramming her dildo up and down inside Felicia's writhing ass. That looked like fun, so I decided that I would try it, too.

'Turn over!" I commanded to the young girl who was lying beneath the shadow of my cock. 'Turn over and spread your cheeks, 'cuz I'm goin' up your ass!"

She looked reluctant. "Please, Roger," she begged. "Not my ass. It'll hurt too much."

"That's exactly why I'm gonna do it," I told her. "Now turn over and spread your cheeks!" She didn't move, so I did it for her. I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over onto her stomach, with those gorgeous tits of hers pressed flat against the floor. And then I dug my hands into the flesh of her butt and spread her cheeks wide, spread them wider than any lump of shit had ever spread them.

It was the work of an instant for me to get between her legs and send my cock up her canoodle, past the tight little pink rosebud that was the cherry of her virgin asshole, and zooming up and down inside her turd-tunnel. Cynthia's cunt had been nice, but it was a little too loose for my taste; I like a girl's hole to be nice and tight so that it can squeeze my dong for all it's worth. But Cynthia's ass was nice and tight all right, and it hung onto my precious meat for dear life, threatening to . squeeze the living daylights out of it.

"Don't, Roger!" she was whimpering, sounding just like a frightened little schoolgirl. "Please don't do it! It hurts so much!"

"But you want it to hurt," I told her. "You know that you want it to hurt, babe. So spread your cheeks, because I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard that you'll be shittin' blood." And then my meat went deeper and deeper into her asshole, and I felt like I was drilling for oil. My whole cock seemed to burst into flames as I sent a barrage of red-hot cock-juice shooting down into the waiting hole of Cynthia's ass. She moaned a little, and then she was creaming too. "Oh, baby!" she shouted. "Give it to me! I want it!I want it all! Let me have it! Let me HAVE IT!"

I didn't have to be told twice. We started to speed up the tempo, and then all of a sudden our four hot, sweating, passionate, feverish bodies were all creaming at once in one earth-shaking climax of erogenous orgasm. What a fuck! What a fuck!

"You see?" Stella was telling the girls a minute later as they started putting their clothes back on and I shoved my wanger back into my Levis. "You see? Things are so much nicer when you learn to share things. That way there's enough for everyone, and everybody goes away happy."

"Yes, Miss Hunnicutt," said Felicia, and I could see that Stella would be a good teacher for these girls. She'd really be showing them everything they needed to know about life and love.

And then Felicia and Cynthia got up and started walking out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind them Stella turned and kissed me right on the mouth.

"Honestly," she said. "When you mentioned what I had in my suitcase I almost hit the floor. What a shock!"

"Listen, Stel," I told her, "when that suitcase broke open and I saw what was inside I almost hit the floor myself. What a shock is right!"

She was sitting next to me on the bed now, and I could see a ray of light dripping through the window-blind to bounce off her beautiful Mount Everest of a left tit.

"Anyway, Roger," she went on eagerly, "it's all very simple. When I was only a little girl I found out how much fun sex was and I decided to make it my hobby. So over the years I've managed to put together quite a little collection of playthings. Dildos, whips, chains, flails, enema bags, boots, vibrators, collars, leashes, the works. Even a whole leather wardrobe. It's just the thing to curl up with on a cold winter night."

Man, I thought, this woman I've got on my hands is getting better and better all the time. What will she be like a week from now? I couldn't wait to find out.

"Listen," I announced, "there's two girls living here named Alice and Marilyn. One of them's a cute redhead with a nice wiggly ass and the other's got two different sized tits."

Stella lit a cigarette and winked at me. "Sounds like quite a pair," she said at last.

'They are," I assured her. "Anyway, it seems that every so often some of the chicks that live at this school sneak off the campus and into some old Indian cave where they drink booze and get stoned." I helped myself to a cigarette and then stroked Stella's big beautiful tits. "The name of the cave is Lonesome Rock, but they want to change it to Cock Rock in my honor." We both laughed. "According to Alice, she and Marilyn are gonna have a little get-together at Cock Rock this Friday night, and they've invited me to the party. I guess I'll be the guest of honor."

Stella blew cigarette smoke through her upturned nose. "Guest of honor, hell," she said. "From what I've seen you'll be the fuckin' main event of the evening." She paused a moment and then looked me right in the eyes. "About this little party, though..."

She didn't seem pleased with the idea.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I take it that refreshments will be served."

"Of course," I told her, "I'll be refreshing myself with Marilyn and Alice, and they'll be refreshing themselves with me. It might just turn out to be the social event of the season."

We both laughed, and then Stella kissed me. "Roger, baby," she cooed, "I don't suppose you could wangle me an invitation to this little wing-ding, could you?"

I pretended to hesitate. "Well, they didn't say that I could bring a friend..."

Stella pouted in a very sexy way that was hers alone. "Please?" she begged.

"Oh, the hell with it," I said. "Come on along, and if Alice and Marilyn don't like it they can go fuck themselves." I smiled and took a drag on my cigarette. "Only I've got a feeling that come Friday night I'm the one that's going to be doing most of the fucking." I stood up and looked at my watch, and was surprised to see that it was nearly sunset; our little sex education class with Felicia and Cynthia had taken longer than I'd thought. "Hey," I said, "I'd better be getting back to work before Old Twat Watson blows her ugly stack." I started for the door.

Stella called out after me. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she said. "From now on you're working for me. I'm the one who's giving all the orders."

"Hey, that's right." I got away from the door and turned to face her. "So what do you order me to do?'

She sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her skirt so I could see her panties. "I order you to fuck me."

I reached for the fly of my Levis. "Aye aye, sir."