Chapter 3
Bradford Hudson stood in the window of Dr. Slade's office and looked out over the campus of Mt. Arcadia School. It was a bleak view. The trees were mid-January stark and bare. The wind whipped over the remote mountain top site. Beyond the five stolid buildings that made up the campus, there was nothing but the hazy shape of other Appalachian mountains. The few rural towns that snuggled in the valleys could not be seen. It had been in one of those towns where Hudson had earlier disembarked from a bus and had been transported some thirty miles in a school station wagon by a strangely silent driver. Even the clerk in the grocery store which served as the bus depot could answer no questions about the school. He only knew that at one time it had been a Bible seminary, that it had remained closed for a long time, and that it had been reopened three years ago.
Hudson, a handsome lean young man of thirty, was confused and perplexed. He had been solicited as an English instructor. Indeed, that was his profession, but it was also a fact that he could no longer find work in his chosen career either in public or in private schools. The letter from Dr. Slade of Mt. Arcadia had been a godsend. But he could not, for the life of him, understand why the offer had been made. He knew he was on the blacklist of nearly every teacher's association in the country. Because of the scandal, he had no recommendations. The scandal, he thought bitterly ...
The scandal had arisen out of a combination of fate, stupidity, and his own twisted sexual arrogance. He remembered it all very clearly and painfully. It had happened the night the orgy was postponed. He and three senior students formed a group. There was Ellie, a leggy, vivacious blonde with the curves of a vixen. There was Maryanne, a pixie like bundle of curves and a true sexual extrovert. And Doug, a handsome young man, popular with the girls, but who possessed a wider, more secretive set of instincts. Of course it was wrong, immoral, and outrageous for a teacher to be sexually involved with students. But Hudson had never looked at it quite that way. He liked sex; he liked group sex; he liked experimentation, both heterosexual and homosexual. When Ellie first propositioned him, he jumped at the chance. When the others were brought into their trysts he felt he had found sexual nirvana. They'd had three orgies at Hudson's cabin on a lake near the town where he taught. It was the fourth that was postponed.
Ellie had called him at a local tavern where a few of the young teachers hung out after school. Her parents, due to drive that night to the university where her older brother played football, had delayed their trip until the following day. It wouldn't have mattered--he would have been satisfied with Maryanne and Doug for the night. But Ellie was persuasive.
"Brad, darling, could you all please wait until tomorrow? Oh, I know it sounds horribly selfish, but I want to be the first to have your beautiful cock."
"Yeah, that is being selfish," he had replied. "What do the others say?"
"They'll wait," Ellie insisted. "I talked to them. They promised. They want it to be all four of us like it was the other times. Please, darling, please?"
"All right, Ellie, we'll do it your way. For you."
"Thank you, darling, so much! I just couldn't bear thinking of the three of you, I just couldn't bear spending the night alone!"
He wasn't happy about the postponement. It left him with an empty Friday night. Morosely, he had gone back to the bar but the only teacher left drinking was Roger Hollis, an effete individual who, Hudson knew conclusively, was a frustrated, neurotic homosexual. Perversely, Hudson toyed with the idea of letting Hollis attempt a seduction. He was positive that he could be persuaded--hell, intimidated--to play a groveling, submissive sexual role. Just for kicks, he had thought something different. He went so far as to encourage Horns to make a pitch.
Then, out of the blue; the school librarian, Liz Carter, showed up at the bar by herself. Miss Carter, it was universally acknowledged, had the biggest set of tits in the entire town. That, plus the fact she was also a damn good-looking female, was added to the fact that Brad Hudson knew she had had her eye on him. He had never encouraged her because of the intricate involvement with his students. But in the back of his mind he had always played with the idea of seducing Liz Carter and then gradually involving her in the group. When she showed up that night, he made the snap decision to fuck her. Then he would see what developed. Since he had promised nothing to Hollis and had merely played with him, he cut the homosexual off. Hollis left the bar, angry and humiliated. Hudson had no way of knowing it, but that was the beginning of his undoing.
Hudson took Liz Carter out to dinner and dancing, then drove her to his cabin. It was he who was surprised by her eagerness. In the intimacy of their first embrace, she confessed to him that she'd had dreams and fantasies about his cock ever since she had seen the bulge in his crotch when he was playing tennis one day. And he responded by confessing to her a fantasy of his own: no woman he had ever had sex with possessed tits the size of hers; he would love to see her sucking her own nipples.
She obliged him. She pulled and tugged on the enormous mound of flesh and bent her head. Hudson knelt between her legs and helped her find her own nipple with her mouth. His erection was huge and potent as he watched. Then, as she sucked, he pushed it into her inch by inch. He plunged in and out and she gnawed from nipple to nipple. Finally, the sight of it was more than he could take. He had to do something different, something wild that sprung out of a dark place in his mind. He pulled out his prick and moved over her. She stopped sucking and pushed her breasts together to form a mound. Slowly he squeezed the slickened, glistening cock into the tight crevice. Liz Carter groaned and shoved on her breasts. He used his free hands to tweak and tug at her nipples as he rocked back and forth. Then he told her breathlessly, what he wanted to do next. For an answer, she licked her lips.
He pulled his bristling cock free, positioned it over her tits, and began jerking off. Moments later he came. Thick white globs of ejaculate spurted out and splattered over the mountainous tits. It dribbled down the sides and in between them. When he was drained, she lunged forward again and licked and slurped the stringy ejaculate off her globes and took the fat nipples in her mouth and greedily sucked off his seed. First one, then the other. And all the time Hudson masturbated, trying to add more fuel to the fire. Only a trickle oozed out of his blunt circumcision and that he reserved for Miss Carter's lips. She sucked him down the depths of her throat and kept him there until he came again.
But that was only the beginning of the evening. Hudson had no way of knowing that Ellie's parents changed their minds and decided to leave town that night after all. The three students got together and, thinking Hudson was alone, drove out to the cabin. They walked in, hot for an orgy, only to find Hudson with six inches of his prick up Miss Carter's ass.
The librarian nearly panicked in embarrassment, but Hudson held her and talked to her and explained the circumstances, trying to convince her that group sex was the greatest thing imaginable. The three students were also kind and empathetic. After she'd had a drink, she didn't see them as giggling, shuffling teenagers any longer. They praised her body and complimented her beauty. They were in awe of the magnificent proportions of her nakedness. Gradually, she was persuaded to stay. The persuasion was complete when she saw the students' young bodies. Ellie's tall and sensuous, Maryanne's small but dynamic, and Doug, not quite a man but with a man's cock. She welcomed them.
They began with Hudson eating Miss Carter's cunt and Doug licking her ass. Each of the girls fastened onto a tit. The tonguing and licking became so intense that she let go. She slipped into a state of sensuality that was like a divine revelation. Shortly, they all moved to the bed. Doug went between her legs and fucked her roundly. Hudson straddled her tits and once again pushed his cock between them. Each of the girls took advantage of Miss Carter's flashing fingers as they crouched close enough to lick her nipples. When she came, thrashing and moaning, Hudson knew that she was a confirmed member of the group.
What he did not know, however--never expected--was that Roger Hollis had come to his cabin that night, hoping crazily that Liz Carter would have excited him but left him sexually stranded. It was Hollis' irrational contention that he could provide erotic release for the young English teacher. Instead, as he hesitantly approached the cabin door, he saw the orgy that was taking place through a crack in the shutters. And what was worse than the bizarre sexual combinations involving the three students and the two teachers was the moment when Hudson and Doug put on a homosexual exhibition to the delight of the females. Hollis's mind boggled at the sight of them sucking each other off, anally fucking one another, and finally sixty-nining. In a frenzied rage and bent on revenge, he drove back to town and called the sheriff.
And that was the scandal, Hudson thought bitterly. Why then had he been called into the mountains to Mt. Arcadia School? Considering the positions that had been snatched away from him when they found out who he really was, he was a bundle of raw nerves when Dr. Slade entered the office.
The headmaster was a smallish man, round and pink with a receding hairline that gave him a professorial appearance. He shook Hudson's hand and asked him to be seated. On the desk before him was a folder. He browsed through it, frowning here and there and clucking his tongue at parts. Then, to Hudson's utter chagrin, Dr. Slade began reading aloud the eyewitness account of a deputy sheriff who had been one of those who barged in and broke up the fateful orgy at Hudson's cabin--down to the last bizarre detail!
Hudson was beyond protest. He slumped back in his chair in shock. To be blacklisted was one thing; to have a play-by-play description of the sorry incident thrown in his face was quite another. His ears burning, Hudson controlled himself until Dr. Slade was through. Trembling, he stood up. "If this is your idea of a practical joke, I'm not amused," he said through tight, grim lips. "I traveled hundreds of miles to come here ... with some hope. If you knew all about me, you could have had the decency to tell me not to come."
Dr. Slade's peal of laughter interrupted him. "Oh my!" the headmaster chuckled when he caught his breath. "You don't understand! You don't understand at all. Why, my boy, it is precisely because of your sordid record that I asked you to come. You're perfect for us. Perfect! You may consider yourself a member of our faculty as of this moment." He came briskly around the desk and led a very bewildered Bradford Hudson out of his office.