Chapter 7

On Saturdays at Mt. Arcadia, the domestic staff that was driven to the school daily was considerably reduced. There were no meals served in the faculty dining room, and the teachers were expected to eat in the dormitory dining rooms. Hudson followed the custom and joined Dr. Slade and Warren Blake and the male students. Following the meal and prior to the Saturday night dance, he went to Blake's room for a drink.

"Look, old man, is something wrong?" the math teacher asked. "I thought, you know, after your first evening here that we might have a little more time together. I'll be frank with you, I miss that beautiful cock of yours."

"I'm just trying to get my bearings," Hudson said. "It's nothing personal. The other night was, well, a bit disorganized. But I enjoyed it, I enjoyed you. As I said, I'm just a bit disorientated."

"The dance usually breaks up about eleven. I was going to have one of the boys in. Of course, I'd rather see you. If you want to come by ... "

"I don't know," Hudson said honestly. He finished his drink and pulled on his overcoat. "Let me talk to you later, okay?"

They left it at that. Hudson braced himself against the cold wind and walked across the grounds. It was important to keep his options open, he thought. Yet he would make no plans that would prevent him from seeing Britt Martel. The remembrance of the previous night had haunted him all day. And to think, after what had happened, he hadn't even touched her. He wanted that so badly it was growing like a cancer in his mind. He had not seen her all day. Would she call him? Contact him? Did he dare call her? There were too many questions and too few answers.

He shivered as an icy blast of mountain wind whipped around the corner of the administration building. Then he bumped into a student. It was Hope Fairchild. The young girl recognized him and said, "Oh, good evening, Mr. Hudson. I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going.'"

"Hope, how are you tonight?" He had emphasized the inquiry so it could only mean one thing.

She smiled pleasantly. "I'm fine, Mr. Hudson. Why?"

He groped for the right words. Finally, he took her arm and led her to a doorway where they were out of the wind. "What I mean is," he began slowly, "you and I were in Madame Martel's apartment last night. I mean, a lot of things happened there. What I want to know is how you are . . . how do you feel."

"Why, like I told you, Mr. Hudson, I feel fine."

He didn't know whether he was getting through or not. He tried again. "Listen, after I left last night, you stayed. Would you mind telling me what happened?"

"Oh, no," she said brightly. "The madame whipped me again, just like she promised. It was lovely."

"That's all? She just whipped you? And that was all?"

For the first time, Hope lowered her eyes in a semblance of girlish shyness. "Well, not quite. She let me kiss her all over like she does when I've been especially good. I licked and kissed her everywhere. That was lovely, too."

Hudson felt a knot of heat in his guts as he conjured up the image. So she would let the girl have her body but not him. Damn the beautiful bitch! To Hope, he said, "I guess you'll be seeing the madame tonight. . . after the dance?"

She shook her head sadly. "No, she doesn't have me in more than once a week. I wish it were more. I... I can tell you, Mr. Hudson, because Madame Martel is a friend of yours, too."

"Tell me what, Hope?"

"It's Miss Duke. I hate her. She's the one who arranges for you to visit the madame. She makes you kiss and lick her everywhere, too, especially her ass. Only with her it seems that it's like playing dirty sex. Like the kind parents and everyone always scream about. It's not beautiful like it is with the madame. I wish I didn't have to see old Duke to visit the madame."

Hudson took all that in and patted Hope's cheek. "I'll tell you what I'll do, Hope. I'll speak to the madame about it personally. Maybe we can arrange for you to bypass 'old Duke' as you call her."

The girl blinked and smiled broadly. Then she gave him a quick hug and ran off without another word. He watched her run across the grounds and join up with a group of other students who were headed toward the auditorium for the dance.

In his room, Hudson poured a drink and found the faculty extra-duty roster. The chaperones at the dance were Adele Hutton and Blake. It was a bold move he was contemplating but one that had at least a semblance of possibility. He picked up the phone and dialed the extension of Miss Duke's quarters in the girls' dorm.

"Elaine? Brad Hudson here. Are you busy right now?"

"No ... no, all the girls are at the dance. Why, what is it?"

"It's quite important, Elaine. I'd like to see you if I might? Can I come over?"

There was a note of suspicion in her okay, but Hudson didn't care. She'd find out soon enough.

The girls' dorm was a larger building than the boys'. But, apparently due to the disparity in enrollment, space was more limited. Miss Duke's room was only half the size of his own. In fact, she did not have a full bed but instead a convertible sofa that pulled into one. However, a real fireplace compensated for the size disadvantage. It was going when Hudson was invited in. Elaine Duke, dressed in slacks and sweater, took his coat and made him feel at home.

It was such a friendly fire and cozy room that Hudson was almost sorry he had to get down to realities. When she wanted to know what had prompted his visit, he began by telling her part of what Hope had said, without mentioning the girl's name.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Elaine," he went on, "but this is the way I see it. Some of the girls serve your sexual demands and, in turn, you route the more promising ones through to the madame. I would guess that the cycle perpetrates itself. Once she's had them a couple of times or more, they desperately want to go back. In order to do that, they must come to you again. Right so far?"

Elaine Duke's eyes had narrowed and she was tightlipped. Her usual soft, pretty expression was now harsh. With an edge to her voice, she said, "You may be on very thin ice, friend. No one questions what Britt Martel does. Not even Slade. Sometimes you'd think that she ran this school instead of him. I don't know what sort of game you're up to, but you've gone this far and you'd better tell me the rest."

"Simply this," Hudson said seriously. "I have been a visitor to the madame's myself. Yes, that's right. And I want to go back. You seem to be a channel for such arrangements. All right, I'm laying it on the line. Consider me, treat me, just as you would a girl in this dorm whom you send to the madame. Whatever they do to get there, I'll do."

It took a long moment for Elaine Duke to realize what Hudson had said. Then she laughed incredulously. "Oh, shit, shit, shit! Now I've heard everything!" She leaned forward and stared at him closely. "'My God, you're serious, aren't you?"

"I've never been more serious about anything in my life."

Miss Duke got out of her chair and stood with her back to the fire. She stared at Hudson. "It never occurred to me that the madame would want a faculty member, much less a man," she mused. "Well, obviously, she has or you wouldn't be here. She certainly has a way ... I've seen enough testimony to that."

Hudson's face was strained. "I'm begging you to help me. Will you?"

"Let's say I do. There's no guarantee that it will work. You say you want to be treated like one of the girls, but you can't escape what you are. The madame may laugh at me and consider you a fool. Then where would you be?"

"Please, I want to take that chance! I'm willing to do anything."

"I wonder," Miss Duke sniffed. "I'm not like her, you know. For one thing, I don't whip anyone, if that's your hang-up. I don't have her finesse or talent or what ever it is she has. If the girls want her, they do exactly as I say when I say it. That's the way I want it... no pussyfooting around, no psychological games. If I were to take you on, that's the way it would be with you, too. Because it cuts both ways, friend. If you take a chance on getting to the madame through me, take the same chance on not getting to her if you fuck up. And another thing. I'm not very gentle. In fact, I get very dirty and nasty. You won't have any niceties to look forward to . . . except, of course, seeing the madame."

Hudson understood what she was saying. She was only a moderately attractive female to whom, in more usual circumstances, he wouldn't give a tumble. But he had crossed over the line. Nothing she could ever do to him would quench his lust for Britt Martel. He looked up at her imploringly. "Give me a chance, please."

The minutes ticked away interminably. Finally, she said, "All right, lover--strip!"

With a tremendous sigh of relief, he began to pull off his clothes. As soon as he was naked, he asked eagerly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Stick a finger up your ass," she said evenly.

"What... what?"

"You heard me. I mean now!"

He reached behind himself and parted his cheeks. He pushed a forefinger against his tight anus and shoved. Miss Duke came around to look, and he pushed it further.

"Deeper. That's better. Now wiggle it around. Okay, change hands." When he accomplished that, she grabbed the first hand and held up the finger that had been inserted. With her hand over his, she guided the finger slowly toward his mouth. There was no mistake in what she wanted him to do. With a churning stomach, he opened his mouth as she pushed the finger in and he licked it and sucked it. He fought against gagging and, after a moment, the wave of nausea passed.

"Now that's a good boy. That's a good shit-face. Just like when you ate your doo-doos when you were a kid. All right, change hands again. This time use a different finger up your ass. I'll want every finger including your thumbs in and out of your ass when I say switch." She called off the cadence until he was left with a thick thumb buried in his ass and was sucking the other. She laughed at him harshly, then asked, "Do you know how goddamn stupid you look, Hudson?" He couldn't answer, but he thought it would be all right if he nodded his head.

Before him, she removed her clothes. To his relief, her body was better than he had imagined. She was slightly overweight and her tits were round and plump, but there was no sag. Her crotch was not clean-shaven like the madame's, rather she had an abnormally huge bush of dark, pubic hair. He could not even see the outline of her cunt. It was only a moment, however, before she showed it to him. She ordered him to his knees and to take the thumb out of his mouth, but he had to keep the one in , his ass. She walked up to him and spread her legs. With her fingers, she pulled apart the heavy pubic hair and fingered herself inches from his face.

"Now get in there and get to work, friend."

For the second time in twenty-four hours, Hudson found himself frantically lashing his tongue inside the hot lips of a cunt. There was a difference, though. This time it was voluntary subjugation not a forced submission. But he couldn't have cared at all about the psychological implications of having gone that far in such a short period of time. To him, it was simply a question of doing what he had to do. His tongue was extended to the limit and he buried it as far as it would go. Elaine Duke's mature cunt also created a physical difference. It was larger and deeper than that of Hope's. More flesh to cover and a far bigger clitoris to twang with his tongue and suck and nibble with his lips. He covered and laved it all with gusto.

She stopped him short of an orgasm. "I don't usually start out that fast," she said, pulling away from him. "I was curious to know how good you were at cunt-lapping. Well, you pass, but you're a long way from getting an A. Take my advice. You'd better try harder. Now, my tits feel heavy. What does that suggest to you?"

"I'd love to suck your tits as long and as hard as you want me to."

"That's exactly what I had in mind." She sat down on a modern, armless lounge chair and leaned back. Still on his knees, Hudson was able to position himself, bend his head slightly, and find one of the hefty tits. "Lick them all over first," she directed.

Hudson twisted his head in all directions and caressed the smooth flesh with the pressure of his tongue. It was a sensual gesture that he had never been particularly fond of in the past. Sucking nipples was another matter; that was an activity he could relate to exciting a female. Merely licking titflesh, though, never seemed very meaningful for either himself or his partner. Yet now his attitude had changed as had so many other things.

He lapped the heavy but pliant mounds hungrily and lavishly. His own excitement was increased by the constant jabbing of his thumb in his asshole. The inside of his ass was actually pulsing with pleasure. In the meantime, he hadn't yet touched his fat, tingling erection. Still, he was aware that Miss Duke had pointedly ignored his cock by the absence of both word and glance. With her there had been no solicitation over his obvious arousal nor had there been any promises, however abnormal, about getting his rocks off. He knew he could not expect everything, but nevertheless it was a bitter pill to have ignored,--the rather potent monument to his masculinity. As he moved quickly around the chair to lick the underside of her other tit, he gripped his cock and gave it a couple of furious pulls. He didn't fool her for a second.

"No jerking off, goddamnit!" she cursed. "You leave that useless lump alone until I can figure out something interesting to do with it. It's too bad you can't..." a loose smile came to her face. "Maybe you can," she said softly, enjoying the fun. "But first, do my nipples. And I warn you, I like them sucked really hard."

While he skittered from one side of the chair to the other and swallowed and tugged at her thumb-thick, swollen nubs with all the suction he could muster, he pondered her last remarks. He had been wrong after all. She was going to take care of him. He was not foolish enough to believe that it would be in any normal way; he even excluded her masturbating him. He dwelled upon the possibilities until eventually she pushed him away from her nipples.

"Lie on the floor on your back," she ordered. She stood over him. With her bare foot--for Miss Duke was certainly not prone to fetish symbolism--she flicked his hard cock back and forth a couple of times. She seemed to be sizing it up.

In that position, Hudson was prepared for almost anything. Yet all his guesses were wrong. She ordered him to spread his legs widely apart. When he did this, she stepped between them, grasped his ankles, and lifted his spread-eagled legs. She lifted until they were straight up. Then she began to bend them over and push down. His ass came off the floor. His total weight was being supported by his back and shoulders and head. Then he realized what she was up to when his legs were forced down and over his head. He realized his own cock was coming closer and closer to his own mouth. It was unbelievable, yet it was happening! The strain on his body, which only an instant ago had seemed unbearable, had suddenly dissipated. Somewhere in Hudson's meandering sexology, he had heard that auto-fellatio was possible for a few people. But he had always thought of gymnasts and contortionists. It hadn't occurred to him until that very moment that an average athletic suppleness coupled with a cock better than three inches longer than normal constituted a possibility, too. But it was happening. The blunt head of his cock was only an inch or more from his mouth. Then Miss Duke gave a final heave on his legs and pinned them, widespread, to the floor above his head. He could actually extend his tongue and touch the head of his cock.

The thrill of perverseness ran through him, and a clear drop of seminal fluid oozed out of the tender, tiny hole. He licked it greedily and savored the salty taste. He teased the urethral opening with the tip of his tongue. The sensation was tingling but not nearly enough. He strained to spread his legs even farther to gain that extra inch. He croaked, "More, more!" to Miss Duke. By puckering his lips, he had touched the cockhead and his tongue was now able to reach the Tim of his circumcision.

Miss Duke evidently understood his plight. "Hang loose a second," she said with an amused lilt. She left him for a moment and returned to a position above his stretched buttocks. What she had in her hand was a bullet-shaped vibrator. She snapped it on. Hudson heard it whir. Then he felt the pulsations flipping into his asshole which gaped widely. She pushed the whole head of the battery-powered machine in. Hudson, who was already sweating and tingling, felt the new vibrations cascading through his ass and into his balls, then down his cock. Incredibly, his erection grew. His lips completely covered his bulbous cockhead. He sucked frantically. He could feel the pulsations of the electric anal dildo all the way in his own mouth. They grew stronger, too, as Miss Duke continued to shove the device deeper and deeper into his ass. Finally, he thought it was lodged in his bowels.

He sucked like he had never sucked on a cock before. He could see his balls twitching. Suddenly, Miss Duke leaned on his ass and pushed down. Hudson's neck almost snapped--but his throbbing cock plunged another inch into his mouth. That was when he came convulsively. It was like no juice he had ever swallowed! He clamped down with his lips and gulped. The thick elixir scorched his throat. The experience surpassed his wildest fantasies. But it came abruptly to an end. With the last of his own sperm drained into his own mouth, his cock shrank away from him. No amount of straining or sucking would hold it. The sex meat receded and he was left with his mouth agape, his tongue licking at nothing but air.

Miss Duke pulled his legs back and rolled him over. She did not, however, move the vibrator that was buried deep in his asshole. Now that the passion of his ejaculation was past, Hudson found the instrument to be extremely uncomfortable, even painful when he attempted to move. But that was the price he had to pay for his previous pleasure.

"It stays," Miss Duke said adamantly. "You make sure of that. It happens to be one of my favorite training aids. It enforces the students' awareness. Around here, the motto is Think asshole.' All my girls soon get to adore assholes. Clean assholes, dirty assholes, assholes that fart... in short, my asshole, depending on my mood. You of all people should know that everybody has their hang-ups. And I have mine. Oh, it's nice enough to have my cunt licked. It doesn't do a hell of a lot for me, though. I guess I was born with an asshole more sensitive than my cunt. Besides, everybody eats cunt nowadays. A died-in-the-wool faggot is the only exception. Nothing turns me on more than to have a hot tongue rimming my asshole. Naturally, I've been saving that for you until last. And I can't impress upon you enough that you had better do a very, very good job. What do you say to that?"

Hudson licked his lips. "I'm ready to lick your asshole, Miss Duke."

She snorted derisively, "You're not going to just lick it."

He found out soon enough what she meant. She crouched on the sofa bed and he knelt on the floor with his face as the level of the moons of her ass. He was forced to clench his own ass cheeks together to retain the fat vibrator that buzzed in his bowels. As she directed, he put his hands on her ass and widened the crevice to give his mouth access. He could see that the wrinkled pink hole was quite clean, but it wouldn't have mattered. The asshole represented the last hurdle in getting to Madame Martel.

He moistened his lips and bent to his task. At first he kissed and licked the entire surrounding area and the length of the crevice. Then he concentrated on flicking the rubbery nether ring with the tip of his tongue. Gradually, he worked his stiff tongue into the dark cavity and ran it round and round. Soon a strange moisture was mingling with his own saliva. Perversely, it excited him as did the musky scent. His rimming became more rapid and he sensed that he was pleasing her from the way she squirmed.

"Tongue fuck me!" Miss Duke growled. "Tongue fuck me, or I'll shit in your face!"

He responded with a rigid, probing, plunging tongue. As he darted his organ in and out of the now slippery orifice, he could feel it widening. He pulled on the sides of her ass to open it even further. Unbelievably, it was soon a large enough opening that his lips fit inside the ring. His tongue drove as deep as was humanly possible. His hands felt the flesh of her ass quiver and the sphincter of her anus clamped on his tongue as if to draw it in and hold it buried.

"Blow in it! Suck on it!" she yelled, her breath ragged.

Hudson was no longer conscious of the vibrator in his own ass. Alternately, following her directions, he blew up her rectum and sucked out the hot, fetid air. Her bowels rumbled and steamy farts thundered out at him. Suddenly, her whole body shook uncontrollably! She groaned and let loose with a tremendous blasting fart!

Hudson realized that he had just witnessed his first anal orgasm!

She sent him to the bathroom where he gratefully washed and gargled away the dark brown taste. Hudson looked in the mirror and saw the same face that greeted him every morning. Perhaps the eyes were shining with a bit more heat than usual. His journey to perversion hadn't changed his appearance. Dorian Gray was still fiction.