Chapter 1
"Stop that talking, Johnny, and go back to sleep," Claire commanded. "And that goes for you, too, William!"
As she spoke, Claire's hands crept underneath her heavy cloth uniform, hidden by her desk, she stroked her soft plump thighs, her flesh quivering. She watched William's sensual mouth as he studied her ample tits rubbing against the coarse cloth until her nipples hardened and were in a painful ecstasy. Her fingers delicately pressed against her tiny undergarment and pinched the ends of the rebellious dark hair which escaped from underneath it.
Her other hand meanwhile reached behind her and beneath her firm, exposed rear with an elegant golden pendant that she normally wore around her neck, but which she often used as now, to play with herself.
Slowly she lifted her knees and the white silk underpants slipped off her and she frantically entered both holes at once.
The cold metal tore at her insides. It pressed in so that it met her finger plunged into her cunt. She churned hard, shaking madly in uncontrollable spasms, the hot clear grease covering her pale hands as they jerked her off.
"Now," she moaned softly and then suddenly stopped, looked around her-no, none of the students had seen her.
She smiled, satisfied.
Claire stroked the still sensitive slit lightly and licked her fingers with care, rearranged herself and called for the class's attention. It was the end of the test period, she declared.
Claire had a bountifully curved, teasingly soft body. Her tits stood fresh and firm underneath her loose garb. Her face was pure and white and sullenly beautiful, her eyes crystal blue in contrast to the dark cropped hair which had once flowed over her shoulders, black and gleaming. The look she gave the pupils in her class was cold and hard.
The premature adolescent girl next to William stroked his ass teasingly and he jumped with pleasure, letting out an involuntary noise. Claire looked menacingly at the culprit, and then at her victim.
"William! For that you have detention after school today for two hours," she said quietly.
He looked at her with irritation. There were stories already of Claire's strangeness among the members of her new class. The Headmistress, it was said, had even been told last year and was keeping a close watch on her, but, of course, she was peculiar, too.
William was a lively golden-haired sixteen-year-old, small for his age but well-formed. Claire smiled at him, before hurriedly looking away.
At lunch, Mr. Thomas, a proud, austere man who had taught at the school for many years, sat down with Claire.
He was kindly and paternal. He advised her to watch her ways; the Committee was watching her.
She looked hurt and contritely laid her hands over his; a tear slipped down her cheeks to her lovely lips.
"Mr. Thomas, I'm trying, really I am." She thought of the fall that had led her to this strict institution. When she was only sixteen she had been walking with a friend to school. Two young men stopped them near the edge of the woods and led them to an isolated part of the forest.
She remembered her friend had felt afraid and so had she, but she was excited as well. Her pants were wet by the time they got there. One of the boys tied her friend's hands behind a narrow tree and stripped her from the waist down so that only her long shirt covered her up.
"Do you want to feel your friend up?" the boy asked her.
She shook her head.
Meanwhile, the other boy had unzipped his pants and was stroking his penis until it was stiff sticking out so that she longed to clench it.
"My friend is going to make her suck him off unless you play with her," the first boy said. Her friend was long and tan. Her hands strained at the ropes that held her. Her supple body squirmed in horror. "Please, don't, Claire," she implored. Claire gazed for the first time at her friend. They'd known each other for a long time but she'd never really seen her cunt, or the little tits that one could barely see under her blouse. Did Marilyn wear a bra, she wondered.
The first boy approached Marilyn. "Let me look first, please," Claire asked timidly. Carefully she lifted Marilyn's shirt tails.
"No, Claire, oh, please no!"
It was beautiful. Ringlets of light brown hair, not fully grown scarcely hid the long, wide arc of Marilyn's cunt. "Let me lick it just once," Claire begged. "Then maybe they'll leave us alone." Marilyn tried to squirm away, but Claire gripped her sides and held her.
One of the boys laughed. "She really wants it."
With the edge of her tongue, Claire gently soothed her friend's opening. Soon her tongue was sticky with Marilyn's liquid. "Oh, Claire," she purred softly.
"Can I help you?" one of the boys asked.
"Oh, would you suck her tits, please?" she said, and blushed.
He unbuttoned Marilyn's shirt and as she writhed in shame and passion, he tied it like a mask over her eyes.
Claire stepped back and stared at her friend's inviting body. Her tits quivered, as blindly her friend thrashed about, unable to see what be done to her next.
"Lay her on the ground, on those twigs," Claire pleaded. The sharp thorns must have hurt Marilyn, for she screamed out as she was shoved down, and her body pressed against the cold earth and the wood splintered against her bare flesh. The boy crouched over Marilyn inserted his prick into her mouth, which Claire pried open. "Suck him off, Marilyn," she whispered. The boy leaned over and with a leaf he had picked up tickled Marilyn's pink nipples.
The other boy lifted Marilyn's legs up so that the light brown hair could only be seen covering up her friend's anus. She inserted her finger into the hole.
"Claire, don't let him do that!" Marilyn cried, mistakenly. Claire inserted another finger and forced it all the way in. Claire felt the skin ripping. Marilyn was screaming with an agony and pleasure that she'd never experienced before.
The three of them plied her body as she moaned and twisted in useless protest. Against her own will, she began to roll her tongue over the boy's prick her hands tied behind her pressed against the scratched cheeks of her bottom which Claire rubbed with thorns and earth until drops of blood emerged and Claire then eagerly licked the blood off.
Suddenly the boy withdrew his cock from her mouth and as Marilyn came, her body jerking with shame but unable to contain itself, his white sperm was gratefully emitted, covering her face.
Of course, crying and ridden with guilt, Marilyn had told her parents of the incident the next day, placing the blame as much on Claire as on the boys. Claire, who lived alone with her stepmother, was forced "to go to the institution where she was now employed. There she had been for more than ten years during which time she had become a member of the ascetic community and was now an elementary schoolteacher.
But she wasn't satisfied.
The excitement with Marilyn and the boys when she was only fifteen had never died though she wished feverishly that it would. She had never been entered herself, but as she grew older, her luscious bosom and the soft tantalizing plump flesh between her legs had developed wonderfully. At night, watching herself in the wall mirror of her bare room, she dreamed of the stiff rod violating her ultimately and the white cream coursing through her body. With her own hand she would twist and pull and stroke the black fur which now hid the entrance to her passion and reached up to her pale abdomen and curled naval; and it was usually very late at night when she slept on stained sheets, her frustrations never abated.
Mr. Thomas slowly became conscious of Claire's hands pressed against his. He was an old man yet at times his cock seemed to bulge underneath his trousers as in his youth.
His knee rested against Claire's thigh beneath the table. He tried to pretend he could not feel the heat and aroma coming from between her legs, behind her frock.
Claire smiled to herself. She sighed and looking away, saying, "Mr. Thomas, I want to confess to all of my sins. I am evil. I need to be cleaned. Please, now, come with me and cleanse me."
"I will restore you, my child," he replied gravely.
Mr. Thomas led her to the huge silent meditation room, where the members of the community tried to purge themselves of their human, sexual mores. They stood, heads bowed before a picture of the Founder, a grim-looking old man.
"What have you done, Claire, to which you wish to repent?" Mr. Thomas asked.
"I want to be loved," she whispered.
"We are all loved by him," he said, pointing to the picture of Mr. John.
"Sometimes I feel a longing, you know where, Mr. Thomas, between my legs. I want a man inside of me."
He didn't say anything.
"Don't you feel that longing, too, sometimes? When I was young, my mother, who lived alone most of her life, came to me sometimes in the middle of the night to lie in bed with me. She would tell me of my father. He was strong and good. She would ask me to feel her tits, and her big, brown nipples. "That's what you'll be like some day. Pinch them, feel them everywhere, so you'll know," she told me.
"She breathed heavily when I did that, of course. I didn't understand. I was only a little girl"
"Then she would say, 'You used to suck at your real mother's nipples when you were a baby, Claire. I've brought you up. I've worked hard for you. Won't you suck mine, too?"
"My mouth was small and her tits, oh, Mr. Thomas, I mean breasts, they were so large, but I would hold one at a time in both my little hands, and would run my tongue over them.
"Then my mother would put her hand on the insides of her thighs and stretch her legs far apart holding them tense.
"She would say, 'Look at my vagina, Claire.
It's dry, make it wet.' She had taught me how to examine her wide opening and to pinch the fleshy mounds on both sides of it until it became moist and sticky.
"Then she would say, 'See how many fingers you can get in it. Now that it's so nice and damp there.'
"You know how children are. I tried to get my whole fist in. It was like a game. She would cry and thrash about. 'Oh, don't stop, Claire, that's a good girl." I would try to get farther and farther in.
"Once I felt a small lump outside her. When I touched it, her body jerked, hands which I saw were now stroking her own hard brown nipples, moved faster over her whole body.
"She cried out, 'Hold it in your hand, Claire.' I pushed at it with my fingers. It was like she was having a fit. Her round massive chest dripped with sweat, her mouth which was red and thick so that I wanted to bite it, lay wide open.
"Finally, I would get ahold of that elusive ball, then I would playfully jerk it up and down, and squeeze. 'Oh, Claire, I'm coming, I'm coming!' She would scream as her hands pushed against her thrusting tits until I thought they would burst.
"Then I felt her cunt, opening and closing over my hand, gripping it like a caress from my mother."
Claire looked up again at Mr. Thomas and smiled innocently but coyly. She couldn't help but notice his physical discomfort, and the unmistakable swelling near his zipper.
She repeated her question of before. "Don't you feel that way yourself, Mr. Thomas? My stepmother was no younger than yourself, you know."
Mr. Thomas blushed and shook his head, but Claire reached forward and with her long fingernails scratched up and down his zipper. "Haven't you ever played with yourself when you were alone? When he wasn't watching?" she murmured, glancing again at the picture.
"Claire!" he commanded "take hold of your senses."
Claire cupped his dangling balls in one hand and with the other fondled the tip of his penis gently. "Oh shit!" he groaned as if to himself while his cock throbbed and grew even larger in her delicate white fingers.
Claire smiled.
With quick movements she threw her dull gray, loose-fitting dress over her head and stood before the man dressed only in a silken bra from which two small pink nipples protruded. Her black pubic hair was drenched with her own liquid, curling from the dampness and lifting just enough to give Thomas a glimpse of her little throbbing pussy.
She turned, and propping herself up, plunged one outstretched hand between her legs and while still grasping Mr. Thomas's penis led him closer and closer to her.
Slowly she unzipped his trousers and examined his small virgin prick, red and moist. She fingered the slight opening at the end of it, and longed to see his white sperm pour out.
"You've masturbated, haven't you?" she whispered. She took one of his hands and guided it to his own cock.
Mr. Thomas sighed and as Claire wriggled on her hand, plunging it into her body again and again until she screamed with the hurt and delight of it, he stared at her quivering flesh and rapidly massaged his own penis. Claire, satiated, rose and held the cumbersome fabric up around his waist, drawing another wave of excitement to her secret place, from the sight of his bare ass jumping and spasming uncontrollably and his turgid rod filling with seething sperm.
His skinny aging body pulsated violently, his ravenous eyes watched as Claire, rotating her hips and sobbing gratefully pushed down her delicate bra and seizing her breasts pushed them upward toward her face and kissed her own sweet nipples.
"Ooooooh," she moaned "I'm coming...please forgive me."
Calmly, Claire returned to her feet. Mr. Thomas still clenched his penis and gazed at her luscious cunt longingly. The only thing in the world he cared about at that instant was the filling of that mysterious cavern with his male power.
"Help me come," he begged.
Claire unclasped the laced harness exposing her body completely. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize...." her voice trailed off sadly.
Without another word she took the sweat-ridden brassiere and slowly stroked the man's cock with it until he gasped with pleasure like a child. "Look at our leader," she commanded.
He began to whimper, while Claire bent down and tickled his balls with the hard and wet tips of her pear shaped breasts.
"Look at Mr. John," she ordered.
Reluctantly he glanced upward.
"He loves you, Father Thomas, as I do." She fingered her dripping pussy and smeared her cream on to the tip of his prick. "He wants you to love, to climax, as I do. Kneel down before me, Mr. Thomas, and suck my black fur and my jelly. Suck me dry and pure, and be relieved."
She undid his trousers, and let them fall to the ground. She pushed him down before her, his' boney knees brushed against her heavy shoes.
Mr. Thomas' face was shoved into her thick black bush, timidly he massaged her pussy with his dry tongue. "Lap it up," Claire said sternly.
Obediently Mr. Thomas sucked harder, his eager tongue exploring each crevice of Claire's pussy. The warm fluid poured forth anew, staining his thin lips.
"Now empty yourself off in front of me and after you come, lick the sperm from my hands." The good man, unconscious of everything but the feel of his own hands pushing and pulling his slender prick, let Claire cup her hands underneath his cock, and he ejaculated pure white semen into them, and when she offered her splattered hands to his mouth, he gladly cleansed them.
Claire smiled.
"You won't let the Headmistress make trouble for me, will you?" said Claire quietly as she refastened her bra and parted her hair.
Mr. Thomas shook his head meekly. "No, my child," he replied.
As she was walking back to class, Claire was met by Robert O'Conner, a teacher employed by the school. The community was so strict it did not attract many followers to carry on their work of teaching that the flesh is evil and the mind is good. He was tall, with an open handsome face, and his body seemed to be as broad and powerful as when he was an All American fullback back in his college days.
Claire, however, had instantly taken a deep dislike for him, and always greeted him with her most stern expression.
"Good afternoon, Claire," he said with a polite smile. "May I speak to you for a moment?"
"I'm busy right now Mr. O'Conner," Claire said severely.
"Please call me Rob, come on, it will really be only a second." Taking her arm he steered her toward the far end of the hall.
"I wanted to invite you to my house for dinner this Saturday night."
"Mr. O'Conner," Claire snapped, "you know I'm forbidden to attend parties."
"Oh nothing like that I assure you. My sister and I are heading a charity drive for the school this year, and we wanted to meet with a few of the members of the community to discuss our plans. The Headmistress herself specially asked that I ask you to come."
Claire glared at him angrily. "Well in that case, for a worthy cause I mean, I'll be glad to come, Mr. O'Conner," she said. "Will it be at your sister's house?"
"Yes. We live together you see." He grinned. Neither of us have been able to find the proper mate I guess but you wouldn't know about such problems would you?" Claire was sure that he was looking directly at her bust when he said that.
"No I wouldn't," she responded haughtily. Much to her dismay she felt her nipples stand up stiff scratching against her robe. She was sure he could see their outline. "I don't think about such things," she said. Her pretty face turned pink.
He laughed. "Of course, of course. I'm not ashamed to tell you that I've known many women like you whose souls could not bear any of the physical pleasures of life."
"Mr. O'Conner, please!" said Claire, shocked.
"Claire, I wouldn't dream of offending you, I apologize if I've said anything indiscreet."
"I have to go now."
"I'll be expecting you then Saturday?"
"Yes of course," Claire's eyes rested gently on his groin.
"Fine, see you then." Claire stole a fleeting look at his strong thighs and broad back as he walked away and returned to her classroom, with an icy look in her eyes.
After school Claire stood before William in the detention room. William's grey eyes were expressionless.
"Now William," Claire said sweetly, "you know I don't like to punish you but you have challenged my authority as a teacher. I can't allow that." From the desk behind her Claire picked up a long wooden ruler. You should be punished, William shouldn't you?"
A look of curiosity crossed William's face. "Yes, Miss Claire."
"I want you to take off all your clothing, William."
The teenage boy smiled in confusion and embarrassment and slowly undressed, but tried to show a bravado he hoped would shock her. "Put your hands over your head William," Claire declared.
William's small naked white penis barely dangled between his shivering legs. His pubic hairs, golden and short were the only things that masked his bare flesh. His balls were like pliable white marbles.
"Have you noticed you are growing hair there?" Claire inquired, indicating the boy's genitals.
William laughed uneasily and nodded his head.
Claire without warning grabbed one of the longer strands and yanked it.
William howled with pain and indignation.
"William if you yell you will be punished more. You're a bad influence, William. I'm going to shave one of those hairs off, William, so you'll remember to show me some respect."
William's face grew contorted. He was too proud to humiliate himself with awkward protests or to pull his pants quickly and run like a scared child. Besides the prospect of Miss Claire touching him in such a place was very appealing.
One by one Claire grasped each of the hairs with a pair of tweezers and snipped them off. Soon only William's pure flesh remained around his limp tool. By the last one he was fascinated with the sight of his total nakedness and his face was filled with intrigue.
After a few minutes Claire asked if he wanted her to blow the cut golden hairs off his white body. William nodded his head, suggestively. His cock was glistening resilient.
"But that's evil William. You really are an evil boy. She reached forward and clenched his little nuts in her fist and squeezed.
William gasped and tried to push her away, taken by surprise. "Be silent!" she cried.
William tensed and held his breath. Squeezing his naked scrotum harder and harder, Claire whispered, "do you like to touch yourself William? Do you remember how much you liked it when your mother used to wash you there? Do you want me to stop holding it William?"
The young man whined, "no, I don't want you to stop, Mrs. Claire, please."
Claire raised the ruler. "So you like it, William? Since you've been such a lustful young man, William, I'm going to have to teach you a few more things." Stretching her arm around him Claire guided the wooden measure into his smooth brown anus. William hollered out at the first pain and tried to break loose, but as Claire held his penis fast, his struggles only increased the sensations which were growing increasingly more and more pleasurable.
Farther and farther she pressed the wood in until it would go no further. She waited for a few seconds for William to savor the new feeling in this virgin place. Gradually he seemed to become used to the hard object plunged into his body and a strange smile flickered on his lips, as his breathing grew heavier.
She then let go of his penis and placed her other hand behind him, holding the ruler with it as well. With both hands she twisted the ruler inside him as he begged for more, insisting that he had learned his lesson if she would just put her mouth on him and let him come. He would do anything she wanted.
Claire smiled.
"I'll let you go for now, William. But if you misbehave again, I'll show you what it really feels like to be teased."
"If you are respectful in class on the other hand, you may merit some private tutoring from me that you'll never forget, do you understand?"
"Yes," said William, contracting his strong ass muscles against his rough dungarees and struggling to close his tight jeans over his hard on, "I understand, don't worry I'll be good."