Chapter 6
As soon as Homer Grange had watched Ralph hastily dress and leave the testing room and then seen the pretty naked ash-blonde girl put on a cotton bathrobe, retrieve her discarded clothing and hurry back to Dr. Penelope Fieldings' private office, he strode back to his own apartment and, once inside, picked up the phone and rang one of the two matrons who happened to be on duty that night. "Please have Christine Bernard come to Mr. Grange's apartment at once," he ordered.
Then, pouring himself a stiff drink of whiskey from the cut-glass decanter on a sideboard, he downed it in almost a gulp, shivered, patted his belly and then grinned lewdly. Watching that randy young bastard with sweet Amy had given him an edge that, as Shakespeare had said about Ophelia in his famous drama "Hamlet," would cost Christine a good deal of groaning to take off.
About five minutes later, the attractive, seventeen-year-old, dark brown-haired pupil timidly knocked at his door and was told to enter. By that time, Homer Grange had taken off his slacks and polo shirt and clad himself in just his bathrobe and sandals, smoking a Corona cigar.
"Did you want me, Mr. Grange?" Christine timidly inquired. She was still in her school uniform of white blouse and black skirt, as the older girls were permitted an extra hour before bedtime. That was delightful so far as Homer Grange was concerned, because he was in the mood to l watch Christine undress garment by garment until all she would be wearing would be her black silk stockings and garters and her high heeled pumps, reminding him of delectable Amy who had already aroused him to fever pitch.
"This isn't your time of the month, is it, honey?" Homer Grange suddenly remembered that even teenaged girls were subject to the curse of the moon, and it was a thought which irked him just in case he should have been unlucky enough to summon shy but sexy Christine at such a time when he was most in need of a good fucking.
"Oh no, Mr. Grange!" Christine meekly lowered her lovely dark brown eyes and blushed.
"Very good. I need you now, honey. Take off your clothes very slowly. Leave on your stockings and pumps. You were a good girl the last time, and I know you're going to be again tonight so I can tell Madame Helga."
"I'll do my best to make you happy. Mr. Grange," Christine Bernard replied in a low husky voice which thrilled him inexpressibly. Swiftly her soft little fingers began to unbutton the white blouse, and she shrugged it off her dimpled rounded shoulders with a maneuver that set into wonderful relief the round, closely spaced and splendidly developed globes of her boobs, confined snugly in the caress of the white nylon bra which outlined the large buds of her nipples and the broad pink love-circles in which they centered. A moment later, the skirt had fluttered to the floor and she stepped out of it, approaching him in matching bra and panty set, the black silk stockings hugging the lush curves of her neatly rounded calves and rather plump, somewhat short thighs. Christine Bernard was about five feet two, her face heart-shaped, with an adorably dimpled chin, a ripe generous mouth, Grecian nose with widely dilated wings, and her body was that of a petite houri out of some Islamic seraglio. Her ass was really magnificent, upstandingly rounded, with a gradually widening cleft between the globes to suggest the most delicious accessibility to each of her love clefts. He could already see through the filmy panties the abundant dark brown thicket of pussy curls which hid her pouting young snatch, and her bare skin was an exciting pale white, for Christine Bernard was an excellent scholar and did not particularly care for outdoor sports. The glasses she wore made her seem more intellectual, and this contrast between the voluptuous half naked body she now exhibited and her gentle, shy demeanor heightened Homer Grange's frantic lust immeasurably.
"I presume you've been taking your pills regularly, Christine dear?" he muttered as he came slowly towards her, unbelting his bathrobe and letting his heavy prick thrust out.
"Mmmmm hmm, oh yes, sir," the bespectacled teenager whispered, her eyes widening behind her glasses at the sight of his enormous ramrod. "How do you want me tonight? Should I use my mouth or do you want to fuck me, Mr. Grange?"
"Both, so don't expect to go back to your own little room for quite some time, honey," he chuckled triumphantly. "First, let's get the bra and panties off so I can really see what you look like. You've a gorgeous figure, Christine. Just don't overeat when it comes to desserts on the menu. I know that you don't do much in the way of outdoor exercising, and it's easy for you to put on weight, with a figure like that. You're just right the way you are, remember that."
"Thank ... thank you, Mr. Grange," his young mistress blushingly stammered as she reached behind her to unhook the bra and then to grasp the waistband of her panties and roll them inside out and off and step out of them. Unlike Amy, she made no move to conceal the luxurious thicket of her cunt hair, but stood proudly, even though blushing with arms at her sides so his gleaming eyes might fully inspect her delectably mouthwatering charms.
"I've heard pretty good reports about you in glass, Christine. Miss Amory says she hasn't had to spank you in quite a long time. Let's see now, you've been here almost a year, isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir."
"What do you hear from your Uncle Harold?"
Christine Bernard had, without being ordered to do so, knelt down then crawled closer towards him. Holding aside the folds of his open bathrobe, she now charmingly advanced her rosy mouth to attack the spearpoint of his turgid prick. Before beginning, however, she lifted her lovely humid eyes up to his flushed face and stammered, "I'm going to spend the Christmas holidays with him. Madame Helga says it's quite all right."
"I'm sure it will be. And I'm sure your uncle is going to be very proud of what you've learned here at Danielson House."
"Oh yes, sir. I only hope I can please him as much as I please you," the charming, precocious teenager volunteered. "May I go ahead now and make you happy, Mr. Grange?"
"Yes. Try to make me hold off as long as I can. I'm already wild, as you can see. After the edge is off, then I can give that tight, itchy little cunt of yours the good long fucking it needs," he told her in a voice that trembled with frenzied desire.
He put his hands to her cheeks and cupped her face while Christine Bernard obediently opened her mouth and nibbled at the tip of his throbbing prick. Closing her eyes, and shivering a little at the hard rampancy of this unusually vigorous male lollipop, she gradually accepted his organ just past the deep groove and then clamped her lips over his organ and began very diligently to suck, making certain he could hear the moist, slushing noises.
Homer Grange groaned, clamping his palms harshly against Christine's moist, flushed cheeks, tilted back his head and ground his teeth together to hold back the flood of torrential jism that was bubbling up to the lips of the savagely throbbing glands.
"Slowly, baby, slowly, I don't want to go right now," he moaned.
Swiftly, Christine disgorged her charming mouth of the enormous weapon, bent to one side and began to run her pert pink tongue over the gnarled, hairy balls, flicking the scrotum and then diverting him by caressing the sensitive insides of his sturdy thighs with her delicate pink membrane. Her eyes were very wide now and quite humid, and her quickened breath made her dainty nostrils clench and dilate, for it was evident that this seemingly shy and scholastic beauty had already become converted to the pleasures of the flesh. So indeed she had, and she had a definite masochistic psyche which Homer Grange had discovered when he had been requested to initiate her at Madame Helga's order. Christine's uncle was her sole guardian, her mother having died two years earlier, and in his business endeavors he was desirous of marrying her off to the son of one of his business backers. It would cement his business alliance with a very powerful and wealthy ally and insure his own industrial success. To that end, he had enrolled the shy and reserved girl with specific instructions that she was to be taught how to please a man in bed as quickly as she could absorb both theory and practice, for he intended to marry her off when she reached her eighteenth birthday.
Christine was well aware of this, but since her only knowledge of the way of a man with a maid was theoretical, she had balked a little at being mated with one of the more advanced boys in the school. So Madame Helga had sent her to Homer Grange, who had simply taken her across his lap, first spanked her panty-sheathed behind and then, when she had begun to cry satisfactorily, he yanked her panties down and resumed on the bare ass until she finally begged him to stop and promised tearfully that she would do whatever was required of her. The fucking he had given her that night had thoroughly converted her to enjoying it, and of course the spanking had whetted both their carnal appetites.
Since then, Christine had come to his apartment at least once a week, even without being bidden, and he knew that after she had serviced him orally, she would want to be "forced" to do "naughty things," and then really unleash all of her latent young passions.
It was a program that was quite in line with his own desires this particular night. And just the same, it was all he could do to keep from making her swallow all his spunk here and now, for the touches of her tongue were maddening.
"Stop for a minute, baby," he shoved her face away, took a deep breath and then forced himself to turn away and to relight his cigar. "Let me take my bathrobe off and then I'll go over and he down on this couch and you can do me properly, honey." This done, he nodded to her to resume.
Homer Grange uttered a low groan as little Christine's soft pink tongue-tip returned now to brush against the puckering lips of his cockhead, and once again he had all he could do to hold back the viscous burst of energy in his overloaded balls. He stared avidly down at the petite ash-blonde teenager, admiring the jut of her satiny bottom and the dimpled curves of her soft shoulders. Very definitely, she was not going to get back to her room for a good long while!
What he liked best was seeing her in only her black silk stockings with elastic garters at the tops and her glasses, for it was a costume of exquisite salacity, suggestive enough in itself to give the most deflated cock a formidable erection. And evidently the once shy and bookish girl had taken greatly to the sport of making a man's hardness soften, only to make that softness hard once again in turn, for she glanced up at him in an adorable moue and blushed divinely as she paused a moment to ascertain the state of his excitement. By now he could hardly hold it back.
"You've learned a great deal, Christine," he commended her in a shuddering voice. "Go on now, but I warn you to be ready to catch it all and swallow every drop down, or else you shall have a sound spanking on that plump behind of yours!"
She shivered, and he knew once again he had excited her by appealing to the masochist in her. And this too increased his own pleasure, for he could well play sadist to her counterpart, knowing how much more passionate this would make her.
Now she began to run her soft little hands up and down his hairy legs as she tilted her head to this side and then that attacking his stiff, bulging, dark veined prick with furtive little swipes of her soft, moist, hot tongue. He dug his fingernails into his palms, drawing in his breath with labored efforts as he strove mightily to hold his jism back, but it was impossible. With an agonized cry, Homer Grange plunged his fingers into her soft curls and twisted them while at the same time bellowing, "Now, you sweet bitch, get ready to drink it down!"
Swiftly little Christine Bernard opened her mouth and sucked in the head of his ramrod, and at that very moment he felt himself shaken by a tremendous paroxysm, felt himself gush torrents of spunk into her submissive mouth.
He could hear her swallowing, and choking and gasping, but the sweet, naked teenager managed to down it all. Her face very red from the effort, she at last straightened, only to see a pearly drop glisten on the quivering lips of the meatus, and then drop to the floor.
"Ah, ha! You let that drop go, Christine, and you know what that will mean, a good sound spanking on your bare behind!" he pretended to be stern with her.
Christine gave a little squeal and cowered, clasping her hands against her swelling boobs, and looking up at him humbly, but the glistening humidity in her dilated dark brown eyes told him quite well that she secretly cherished this new role of submissive martyr to male lust and was only too anxious to have him pursue her ordeal till she in turn achieved an equally furious come.
So, leaning towards her, Homer Grange took Christine's right earlobe between his left thumb and forefinger and ordered, "Come along, you naughty girl, you're going to be punished for disobedience!"
With a frantic little squeal, the delicious, naked, bespectacled teenager rose and followed him as he led her, she stooping forward to ease the traction on her dainty earlobe in a way that made her lush young boobs jiggle and dangle in the most inviting way imaginable, over to an armchair in which he seated himself. Forcing her over his lap, he clamped his right leg over her calves, gripped both her wrists with his left hand after curtly directing her to put her hands behind her back, and ran his right palm luxuriously over the flinching cheeks of her magnificent bottom.
His limp, greased cock rubbed against her squirming belly, and he began to feel already the wakening urge to a more prolonged bout of passion with this paradoxically tempting Lolita. His right hand rose and fell, summarily flattening the right summit of her upturned naked behind, and Christine gasped faintly and glanced nervously back at him, her eyes bigger than ever behind the horn-rimmed glasses.
The resilience of her ass flesh was absolutely thrilling. He visited the other cheek now with a sharp spank at exactly the same area, amusing himself to create a pattern of pink splotches which would excite him, as well as the noise and the sound of her subsequent tears and petitions. Slowly, he spanked her wriggling bare bottom, with deliberate pauses between each spank so as to derive the utmost gratification from the feel of her belly and loins against his lap and most particularly his now hardening prick. From time to time he paused to caress the reddening hemispheres, and soon Christine was sobbing gently.
"If I let you off any more, do you think you can be a good girl and please me without more mistakes?" he now demanded as he punctuated the question with a really noisy and stinging slap, bridging the shadowy groove between her huddling bottom cheeks.
"Oww ... oh yes, Mr. Grange, I'll do just what you want, honest I will, please don't spank any more, please!" Christine sobbed as she jerked her captive wrists against the hold of his left hand.
"Well, we'll see about that. You may get off my lap now, kneel down and thank me for the spanking."
Releasing her, he watched with growing excitement as the sobbing, bespectacled girl, without even taking time off to rub her inflamed bare seat, promptly knelt down and, taking his spanking hand between both of hers, fervently kissed it and looked up at him with tear-burning eyes. "Th-thank you for spanking me, Mr. Grange, I'll be good, I'll please you, you'll see, just let me show you!" she avowed in a faint, choked voice.
"All right, then, Christine. Suppose you get up and sit astride my lap, with your back towards me. I want to feel those big firm sweet tits of yours while I fuck you," he said relishing the lewd words with a girl who, had she been clothed would never in the world have suggested the ardent, masochistic teenaged houri which Christine now was clad only in her glasses and black silk hose.
Promptly she turned around, showing him the inflamed cheeks of her plump behind against which the untouched smoothness of her upper thighs and the voluptuous caress of the black silk hose provided titillating contrast. Adroitly she straddled his thighs and, reaching behind her with one soft little hand, took hold of his once again violently rampant prick while with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand she opened the lips of her pussy to accept his vigorous offer.
"That's lovely, Christine girl!" he thickly commended as his hands grabbed her swelling, velvety boobs, the thumb pads pressing the stiffened nipples back into their love circles. Arching himself from the chair, he felt himself thrust home to the very balls inside Christine's tight cunthole. At once he could feel the spasmodic contractions of her vaginal walls, imparting a tender and passionate kiss upon the throbbing structure of his aching prick. The best part of this, however, was that now he would be able to prolong the fuck, since she had already taken off his edge by Frenching him so deliciously. With a groan of pleasure, he bent his head to apply a kiss on the smooth sculptuary of her naked back, the flesh of which was pleasantly warm and moist and itching. Christine sighed, closed her eyes and tried to straddle her thighs even more hugely so as to grant him every possible access.
"Do you feel me inside of you, honey?" he asked with a gloating joy of mastery.
"Ohh ... yes, Mr. Grange ... it's all the way inside of me ... it's so hard and hot! Ohh ... ahh ... mmmm ... oooh!" Christine Bernard panted.
"You could do a little work too, so wriggle up and down, but don't dare let my cock slip out of that sweet tight cunt of yours, Christine, or you'll get another spanking," he slyly warned, giving her nipples a sudden little pinch which drew a squeal from the naked young beauty, who glanced back over her shoulder at him. He thought to himself that Dorothy Parker had been horribly wrong when she wrote that famous couplet about men never making passes at girls who wore glasses. If she had seen Christine now, naked except for glasses and the black silk hose, perched astride his thighs, her back to him, her boobs sweet captives in his hands, his prick stuck up to the hairs inside her tender twat, the poetess would doubtlessly have revised her poem.
Christine arched herself up a little and warily slid down on his spearpoint, causing the most delightful frictional adherence between the tender membranous flesh of her cunt walls against his taut bulging organ. He could feel the quivering tremors which seethed not only through her cunt-hole but also through her ripe, satiny ass-cheeks so pleasantly warm against his naked knees from the spanking he had just inflicted. Her squirming about increased his gratification, and he urged her to continue, again warning her not to let him slip out of her love-core unless she wanted the red color of her bottom turned a far more dark and burning hue.
To feel her wiggle up and down, to feel her fingers always taking hold of his cock shaft so as to steer it along the way and to prevent its slipping out of his deliciously warm housing, was to savor the most exotic pleasures that fucking could possibly offer and no matter in what century a man was born, he assured himself. He could feel the trembling of her thighs, the surgings of the long muscles along the tender insides as, widely sprawled apart over his legs, the naked, bespectacled teenager continued to move up and down, making short maneuvers so as to prevent the calamity which would cost her bottom additional penance.
Thus the short range of her pussy friction against his cock intensified the sensation in the limited area of her movement, and so drew him closer and closer to the brink of gut fulfillment. He continued to pluck and tweak her nipples, feeling them stiffen and, when he glanced round her, observed their darkening hue as the sensitive erogenous tips were goaded by his repeated caresses. From time to time his lips pastured along her smooth bare back or shoulders or sides, tickling her and making her execute convulsive little squirming movements forward and from side to side further chafing the walls of her humid, contracting cunt against his tortured prick.
But by this time Christine had begun to feel the exquisite rasping vigor of his cock deep within her tender quim, and her breath quickened, her head tilting back a little, her eyes rolling to the whites and her delicate nostrils flaring and shrinking. Her hands rose and clenched in the air just above her panting boobs, testifying to her mounting excitement. And thus it was that his prick did slip out when, after a final wriggling dissent which made his cock once again nearly sink tc the balls inside of her, Christine felt so delicious a twinge of nearness to hot girl come that she rose up farther than she should have and so disconnected their cohesion.
"I told you not to do that, you naughty little bitch," he growled. "You know that's going to cost you. Get back here over my lap!"
"Oh don't ... oh, Mr. Grange ... I couldn't help it, honest I couldn't. I didn't mean to do it, truly I didn't! Oh, please don't spank me ... I ... I want you to fuck me instead, oh, I'm getting so close, please don't spank me now, Mr. Grange!" she sobbingly entreated.
But Homer Grange ignored her timid and tearful supplications, seizing her by the elbows and once again forcing her back over his lap. Christine Bernard burst into tears and, clasping her hands in front of her, bowed her head and closed her eyes in submission. A faint glistening sheen along her back and lower spine told him her fucking gymnastics as well as her emotional excitement had drawn perspiration from her lovely naked flesh, and he smiled greedily at this proof of his own virility and power over her. Without bothering to put his leg over hers to hold her down, he simply circled her waist with his left arm and then resumed the spanking. But this time the spanks fell quickly and briskly as well as at random all over both tossing, contracting shuddering bare bottom globes, so the fading red originally imparted was at once revived and grew even more obscenely vivid.
Christine sobbed and pleaded for mercy, but he knew he wasn't hurting her in the least. What torment she had was caused, there could be no doubt, by her nearing climax, and she was so frantic to have the spanking over and done with so she could once again feel his stiff hard prick deep inside her tender cunt drawing her over the edge of the erotic precipice to which he had brought her by his carefully calculated lovemaking.
Keeping his hand pressed against the base of her right buttock, where the last spank had fallen, and cupping the flaming, palpitating naked flesh right at that delicious curve where buttock merged with thigh, he leaned to her and hoarsely asked, "Now do you think you can be a good girl and give a man the kind of fuck he deserves, young lady?"
"Ahhhh ... oh yes, yes, please, dear Mr. Grange ... don't spank me any more. I'll be so good, I won't let it fall out of my pussy again, honest I won't ... please ... please stop now, please fuck me!"
He drew her to her feet, rose, and then with a groan of lust, sinking his fingers into the jouncy hemispheres of her well-spanked naked ass, thrust his prick savagely up to the balls inside her twitching humid cunt.
Christine squealed with joy, flung her arms round his neck and arched on tiptoe, grinding her body against him in the most wanton exhibition of desire. Her eyes were closed, and a rapt look of exquisite desire was on her flushed, tear-stained face.
Drawing himself back to the brink of her cunt, he crammed home again, warning her in advance of the vigor of his thrust by digging his fingers into the warm flesh of her bottom. Repeating this at calculated intervals, Homer Grange soon brought the lovely penitent and himself to crisis, and with a cry of exultation he felt himself gush his essence deep into Christine Bernard's quaking love canal.
He knew he was going to report to Madame Helga that Christine could be married this very night and not discredit her destined marriage bed. For his own pleasure, however, he sincerely hoped Christine's uncle would not withdraw her from the school for quite some months yet, not till he had taught her some of the other enchanting variations on the theme of fucking, which would include between her spectacular lovely boobs and the tender, plump, velvety cheeks of her voluptuous young ass.