Chapter 3
The next morning Mr. O'Connor sat with Linda and Claire in the dining hall for breakfast.
"How are you my dear ladies this gorgeous morning?" he said, ravenously gulping down his fried eggs and toast. He glanced at Claire from the side and grinned as though there were sonic secret that they shared which was very amusing at that moment.
Claire, however, simply glared in front of her and didn't answer.
"It is a fine day isn't it though?" Linda chimed slyly batting her long eyelashes in Mr. O'Conner's direction invitingly.
"I trust you both slept well enough," Mr. O'Conner remarked. "You look so fit, Linda. The life you all lead seems so austere to me that I'm really amazed how you retain such a healthy color."
Linda blushed as if she'd been caught breaking the harsh rules of the community.
"Living a life of the intellect is the healthiest life I can imagine, Mr. O'Conner," Claire said sharply. I should think even you could understand that.
"Yes that is so," Linda stammered.
"Of course, of course," Mr. O'Conner said jovially, "but surely at times the flesh overpowers the soul and it is a strain to keep it in its place."
His eyes darted knowingly over Linda's full body as if he were mentally undressing her and taking her right there in front of everyone.
Claire couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy. He seemed to ignore her completely.
Linda, on the other hand, almost melted from his attentions. Pursing her lips coyly she said quietly, "we all try to be good in our own way, Mr. O'Conner."
"Oh I agree certainly. I'm sorry I forgot your name.
"Linda....we've never been introduced, but I've noticed you often."
"Yes I've wanted to meet you for a long time." he smiled. "But what I meant was that I just don't understand how you amuse yourselves all alone out here? I pray as often as the next man, but between you and me, there are times when a man has to relax and enjoy himself, you know what I mean."
Linda chuckled, furiously Claire pushed back her chair and got up to leave. "I won't listen to this. You should be ashamed talking this way Mr. O'Conner, and as for you Linda you'll hear more from me about your behavior."
"Come Claire, we meant no harm," Mr. O'Conner said his eyes twinkling into her angry face.
"No I won't be subjected to this kind of conversation," she insisted, but she allowed herself to be settled back into her chair by Mr. O'Conner's calm confident hand. "I won't make a scene," she explained to him lamely.
"Thank you Claire. I appreciate your good intentions but as you know the truth is sacred above all else."
Claire felt Linda's hand under the table brushing against her thigh as it journeyed somewhere else. Linda's face shone with joy and Mr. O'Conner's body appeared to stiffen for an instant, though he continued to speak as if nothing was happening. His eyes rested gently on Claire's buxom breasts.
"We all have hidden thoughts which build up and can drive us wild if they're not allowed in the open," he continued.
Claire heard the faint sound of a zipper being opened. Linda's eyes shut slowly and her breathing increased to the point where Claire grew worried that someone might notice. Linda's arm was obviously jerking up and down uncontrollably, as if cranking some invisible lever. Mr. O'Conner, however gave no indication of what was being done for his benefit.
"Some things, I think, are best left in ourselves," Claire muttered stealing a look at Linda's beautiful face trembling with ecstasy oblivious to anything but her strong hand gripping Mr. O'Conner erect white cock, which was throbbing in her black paw, ready to explode.
Despite herself, Claire imagined Mr. O'Conner's naked body smothering her, his huge breaking open her quivering cunt seething with lust, his torso crushing her milky tits, while his fingers clenched their hardening pink nipples. She stared into his dark face longingly for a brief second.
He shuddered and Linda squirmed and softly purred. "Oh I can feel it," under her breath, they are all silent.
After a momentary pause Linda seemed to recover and bringing hand above the table filled to the brim with white thick cream she giggled, "they sure don't clean this furniture too well. Look what I happened to find under there," and still smiling she rubbed it off on the table between the three of them, and satisfied, remarked, "well I'd better be going. I do have a class to teach. It was so nice meeting you, Mr. O'Conner."
"The pleasure was mine I assure you," Mr. O'Conner said heartily, "we'll see each other again soon, I'm sure."
Claire nervously arose also. "I meant to ask you, Mr. O'Conner," she said offhandedly, "may I suggest a pupil to represent the school in the charity drive. He's a wonderful boy, William Bunker is his name. Perhaps you've met him?"
"Yes I taught him last year as a matter of fact. He is cute isn't he? Why don't you bring him along to our meeting and we'll see if he'll do. I'm sure his parents won't mind. I happen to know his mother quite well. She'd do anything to help the school."
"Very well I will;" said Claire, and quickly rushed off. She was late.
The Headmistress was already waiting for her as she hurriedly walked in.
"I've come to observe your class, Claire," she said harshly, "as I told you I would last week. You didn't forget did you?"
"No not at all, Headmistress, I've been looking forward to your suggestions about how to better teach the children in my care. It is such a responsibility and with your experience I'm sure you will help me to steer them in the right path."
The Headmistress was, as Linda had suggested, a very thin bony woman in her mid forties though her buttocks were disproportionately wide in contrast to her flat chest. She didn't see very well and so wore thick lensed glasses which made her face seem much harder than it actually was.
She was known as a strict disciplinarian both with the female members of the community and with the children in their care.
It was said that once in a fit of anger she had stripped one of the women in front of her class for being too easy with them and had whipped her bottom till it had bled. The women said that there was a look of ecstasy in her eyes whenever she punished someone which was absent completely in the meditation hall. When she was purging herself of her human weaknesses through public confession, she took it out on someone else.
The Headmistress seemed to be pleased with Claire's response, she bowed her head slightly and said "continue Claire," and marched to the back of the room where she sat to observe.
Looking at the Headmistress, Claire almost became suspicious of Linda's story. It certainly stretched the imagination to envision such a stern sexless creature begging to be screwed in the wine cellar. However at the same time a picture of her principal as a woman crept into Claire's mind. She wondered what her colorless skin and scarecrow body with its golden fleece would look like naked and panting for love.
Claire's plump delicious body turned to the class and she began the lesson, out of the corner of her eye she also watched over the figure in the rear, who was such a sterling representative of this community whose ideal of life was total selflessness and total self denial.
When the bell rang signaling the end of class Claire was approached by the Headmistress and asked to come to her office. "I wish to speak to you of certain rumors which I've heard about your performance with the children," the principal said frowning.
Claire gazed at her angelically. "I have many questions I want to ask you also," she replied mysteriously.
The Headmistress's office was fairly large but very sparsely furnished. There was but one huge desk and a narrow chair which Claire's plump rear barely managed to fit into.
"I understand," the principal began standing over Claire, "that you've been rather zealous in punishing certain of your pupils. Of course it would not be at all proper to be too easy with them yet still one must be merciful as well. Is that clear? Now, tell me is there any particularly troublesome student in your class this year?"
"Yes there is Headmistress," Claire answered timidly. "He's a good boy at heart I think, but he is sometimes led to do evil things. I've tried to correct these tendencies in him, but still I don't think he's learned yet."
"Do you mean William?"
Claire nodded her head.
"Yes I've noticed him myself, he's a cute little fellow isn't he?"
"I was wondering," Claire said sweetly, "if perhaps you might have any suggestions about how to deal with him. He's a very disruptive influence in class. I haven't spoken to his mother as yet, but if things keep up I may be forced to."
"I see. Well, in order to show you how to instill the correct attitude in a child like William, how would you like to observe me punishing him right now?"
"That would be very helpful I think," said Claire sincerely.
"Go fetch him....he should be just leaving about now, and bring him in here and we'll see what we can do. You have to be careful, Claire. I know you mean well, but you have to learn to handle these things a little more secretively. William told his mother about you and she called me up in such a state that it was all I could do to calm her down a bit. I've arranged a conference between the three of us and I hope that you'll be able to explain to her the need to punish her darling son."
"I thought he might have lied to her about me," Claire said. "I recommended him, for that reason, to Mr. O'Conner as the child to head the charity drive for the school, I'm sure his mother will realize from that I'm only acting for the boy's own good and that I'm not mistreating him at all."
"Very good, Claire. I think I've misjudged you. Now go get William and we'll all have a nice chat."
Claire found William talking to a group of his friends near the entrance to the building. "William," she commanded, "come with me. The Headmistress and I would like to speak with you."
"William's slender body seemed to freeze, but he allowed Claire to lead him away to the principal's office.
"You've been telling tales about me haven't you William? People shouldn't lie, you should know that. I've only tried to help you but I can see that there's nothing to be done with you but punish you more. You must learn to be good. Don't you know that if we don't teach you not to sin then you will be damned to eternal fire and you'll wish you had listened to me then, William?"
"Yes, Claire," the boy answered coyly.
"You'll tell the Headmistress that you were an evil boy and that you've learned to be good again," Claire continued and clenched William's fist meaningfully.
"If you tell her your filthy lies we'll have to punish you again and this time I know you won't get off as easy as the last time. Do you understand me, William?"
William's pale face turned bright red. "I won't tell them anymore, Claire," he promised.
"Now that's better," she said, and relaxed her grip just as they reached the door to the Headmistress's room at the far end of the long corridor.
"Ah, there you are William," the Headmistress said rather maternally. "Claire has been telling me that you've been disrespectful to your teacher and that is very wrong, William." As she spoke the principal waved a narrow strip of leather from side to side gently slapping it against her fleshy thighs.
Claire felt her luscious breasts tingle at the thought of her with some man in the dark cellar and envied Linda's fortune at having been able to observe her panting with sex.
"Now lower your trousers William. I'm going to whip you so that you understand not to disobey your elders as you have."
"Claire, hold the boy down so that he doesn't escape any of his due punishment."
Eagerly Claire grasped William's skinny ankles as he lay on his stomach on the cold wooden floor. She couldn't help but gaze at his rear tense with the expectation of the leather strap piercing its pure white skin.
The Headmistress didn't mask her anticipation either. Her eyes shone with anticipation as she stared at the vulnerable body lying before her.
Ignoring William's feigned muttering protests she raised her whip and struck him on the pudgy cheeks of his bottom.
Claire's hands crept between the boy's thighs, pinching them so that he groaned out loud, and forcing his legs to spread out far apart. The whip easily landed again on his exposed rear. The Headmistress gazed at him with her mouth wet with excitement.
"You let those little vixen females play with your penis in the bathroom don't you William?" Claire asked fiercely....again the whip struck its target. "I'll never do it again I swear, the boy moaned. His perfectly smooth ass twisted from the sharp pain.
"Answer your teacher," the Headmistress ordered again and again.
Claire, in the meantime, pried her hand between the floor and William's hairless balls. Lightly she stroked his developed cock as he was until to her surprise and delight she felt the thing growing and hardening in her soft white palm.
The Headmistress unaware of William's dilemma patted his exposed rear, ecstatically listening to his breathless murmurings.
"Let me have the whip now," Claire begged. "I think I know how to show William he mustn't give in to his evil fleshy nature.
Her eyes rooted on William's bottom, the Headmistress unwittingly yielded her weapon to Claire. William silently looked up at Claire pleadingly, and to his delight she nodded at him meaningfully.
Rising to her feet, Claire walked calmly to the door and bolted it shut.
"What are you doing, Claire," the Headmistress said sharply. "If you are unwilling to punish your pupils then of course they will disobey you."
"You've been very bad to William, Headmistress." Swiftly Claire grazed her fingers over her principal's tiny breasts. She shrieked with horror, Claire's lips so red and angelic tightened with anger. The Headmistress cowered behind her desk, her arms vainly trying to protest her.
"You see William," Claire said confidently, "the Headmistress has been bad also....she too likes to feel a man's cock just like you like to feel your own. She goes down to the wine cellar and lets a man play with her cunt, and enter her. She begs him not to stop, she likes her dirty pleasures so much."
"So it was you who saw me," the Headmistress whispered her body trembling wildly in fright.
"Do the girls love to let you see them naked, William? Do they ever let you play with their little pussies?"
William's eyes darted with uncertainty from Claire to the principal. "Answer me?" Claire said...."don't be ashamed."
The boy hesitantly nodded his head, yes.
"Well then would you like to feel the Headmistress's cunt."
"Insurrection!!! Mr. John would be horrified." The principal cried and approached Claire determined to leave.
Claire again whipped around and caressed the Headmistress's unprotected breasts so that she recoiled back with the shameful pleasure lingering in her chest. "Now be still," Claire commanded. "Well William?" she asked. The boy burst into laughter. "Now now," Claire said tenderly, "she is a nice lady and I know you've thought about such things. Here, first you can feel me up and if you like it the Headmistress will undress and you'll be able to do whatever you like with her. I'll help you."
Claire knelt down and pressed William's hands against her lush curved bosoms. The lad eagerly pinched her nipples through the thick cloth of her garment, his cock jumped with unhidden ecstasy.
"Here, reach under my dress William," Claire sighed. She lifted her skirt so that her delicate nipples peeked out from underneath it tantalizing the boy His shaking hands now reached to clutch them in his mitts."
She purred softly as his experienced fingers explored the pink circles surrounding the bumps which stood out stiffening at his every touch.
The Headmistress looked on, shocked, but didn't dare to move.
"Now William you must feel up the Headmistress's cunt, as I said before. "You must undress now Headmistress," Claire said quietly, "so that William may punish you and you will suck him as well so he understands how much you really love his little penis.
"No please Claire...I must go..." The Headmistress whined.
"I'll have no more of this nonsense from you!"
Angrily Claire cracked the whip against the Headmistress's face, expertly knocking her glasses off which fell to the ground and shattered into millions of slivers of shining glass and plastic.
"I can't see...." the principal cried out helplessly. Blindly, she stumbled toward Claire who pinched her once more on her vulnerable breasts sore all ready from the stroking of her wanton fingers.
She screamed and unable to see she madly tried to escape, racing in the general direction of the bolted door.
Claire laughed. "Catch her William and I'll show you what a power you have over such evil woman."
The boy, his senses reeling from the delicious touch of Claire's magnificent tits, obediently chased the principal and as if he were playing football out in the yard tackled her by the legs so that she tripped wildly on the floor. Proudly he held her down for Claire, who languished over the principal's panting breasts yet again.
"No don't..." the Headmistress sobbed uselessly as Claire raised her dress and covered her head with it revealing her pallid legs wriggling in protest, her white drawers were already stained with her excitement.
Claire's knees held down the Headmistress's shoulders as William gleefully examined his principal's vulnerable body.
"It's alright to feel her up, William," Claire said reassuringly. The Headmistress's screams were muffled by her dress covering her squirming head.
Gleefully William pulled off the wide underpants which shielded the Headmistress's writhing cunt.
"Feel how wet she is, William?" Claire said. The little boy's inexperienced hand reached out and grabbed the mysterious patch of hair soaked with the Headmistress's juice. Meanwhile Claire herself unable to restrain herself, displaced the older woman's bra and bit the hard brown nipples that almost seemed to jump out of their casing.
The Headmistress thrashed about, but plied by William's tiny fingers which now hesitantly entered her narrow hole, her back arched upward urging him to plunge his hand all the way in. Joyfully he began licking her off, her plump ass rotated wildly spurring him on until he felt her explode inside filling his mouth with hot sticky liquid.
"Now you know what its like for an old woman to come," Claire said happily. "Now you can watch her make me come too, and I'll suck off your cock as a reward.
Removing the dress from the Headmistress's face, Claire pushed her thick black bush into her open mouth before she could recover from her passion.
"Come to me William."
The Headmistress's tongue unwillingly forced it's way into Claire's parted slit and to Claire's surprise worked furiously inside of her sucking her jelly blissfully.
Claire gently inserted William's erect prick into her mouth and playfully ran her tongue around it all the while staring at his burning visage.
"Kiss my tits...oh William...come," she cried as the Headmistress massaged her clitoris. The boy suddenly jerked and in unrestrained ecstasy his white cream spurted out and was swallowed by Claire who sucked the very last drop of it out and swallowed it as with a rush she covered the Headmistress with the spendings of her own passions.
So much for the bitter, woman-hating Mr. John's theory that the ideal life is a sexless one. His teachings, within the walls of his own estate from which he had banished human love, had spawned excesses, which were the result of excessive, narrow-minded obstinence.