Chapter 2
Lauren Borden had just finished reading the student papers that she had to grade. She was sitting in her office and she looked out the window, realizing that everyone was gone from the school.
As her heels were clicking on the tiles of the hallway, she heard a voice call out, "Miss Borden?"
She turned around sharply and said, "Yes, Mr. Reynolds?"
"I didn't realize that you were still here, Miss Borden," the tall and dignified school principal said.
"Time just slipped away, Mr. Reynolds."
"Would you mind stepping into my office?"
"Not at all," the beautiful young woman said.
As soon as the office door was closed, the beautiful and angular woman said, "What the hell was that all about?"
"What did you want me to say, Lauren? Come on baby, let's fuck?"
"Jason, I know that you like to be cautious about our affair. But there is such a thing as being overly cautious!"
"The janitor is still in the building!" the man said.
Jason Reynolds, the school principal, sat down behind his desk and the woman leaned against his desk and said, "So?"
"As it turns out, I really do have something that I want to talk to you about!" the principal said. "I wanted to compliment you on the things that I've been hearing about the sex education class."
"It was a disgusting assignment and you knew that I didn't want it in the first place!" Lauren said.
"But you see where that has helped us to meet our goals!" Jason said with a low chuckle.
"Making me miserable in the meantime," Lauren said, lighting a cigarette.
"You know that this district was forced into teaching sex education by an edict from a higher court. Now the only way we got suckered into it was because certain parents wanted to have their children enrolled in the course. I'm the one who figured out that if the kids hated the class, the optional enrollment would drop down to nothing."
"Thank you for making me the most hated teacher in the school!" Lauren said.
The man rubbed his hand up and down along the woman's thigh as he said, "You're just teaching them what you believe, aren't you?"
"I'm teaching them that sex is dirty! Yes, I am doing that!" Lauren said.
"Every time I hear the sound of your voice I get a hard-on!" the principal hissed.
"Yes! I know!" the woman said, puffing out a ring of smoke into the man's face as she spoke the words.
His hand moved up higher on her leg as he said, "Your voice is like honey. It's so thick and rich and it pours all over me!"
She puffed on the cigarette again and as the man got out of his seat behind the desk, she leaned back. Her head was resting against one arm that was on the desk. Her other hand was still occupied with her cigarette.
The man was down between her legs as he peeled up her skirt. Lauren gave no acknowlegement that she even knew what was going on. She just allowed the man to pull up her skirt until her white nylon panties were revealed.
She felt the man's teeth rubbing against the moist fabric of her nylon panties.
"Go on," she said to him in a voice that reeked of apathy.
"Why do you get me so fuckin' hot all the time?" the man asked her. "You have this way of sounding so superior and sounding like you don't care and that always gets me so hard and horny!"
"Maybe it's more than just a way that I have?" she suggested in the same languid tones.
He remained where he was, between her legs, and he was looking up at her beautiful, angular features. "You mean that you really don't care?"
She blew another puff of smoke at the man and then she just said, "I told you that you could proceed!"
Even though he was the principal of the school the man was intimidated by the languid look that the woman gave him.
He reached up arid pulled her panties down around her well-formed hips and then he tugged them down her legs so that he could get at her pussy lips.
As soon as the man's tongue rubbed against the woman's pussy lips, all signs of her apathy seemed to disappear. She grabbed at his thin blond hair and she pressed his face against her snatch as she said, "Lick that pussy! I want to feel your tongue really licking my pussy!"
There was a muffled and unintelligible answer from the man, since his tongue and face were all wrapped up in the woman's twat.
But soon she pulled his face away and pushed him back. Even though he was a hulking man, he allowed himself to be used in this way by the woman.
When he fell backwards on the floor, she slid off of the desk and let her panties fall down around her feet as she said, "I Want your pants down!"
The principal opened his pants and then pulled the slacks and shorts away so that his cock was standing up, fully exposed and firmly rampant.
Lauren was still dressed in all of her clothes except for her panties.
She lifted her skirt so that she could squat down onto the man's cock. She plunged herself and felt the cock pierce right into the familiar terrain of her pussy.
"You like that?" she asked him with a snide tone in her voice.
"Yes!" he cried out hoarsely.
As she slid her pussy up and down on his cock, neither of their bodies were exposed. She was fully dressed and in her squatting position, her skirt was down and covering the point where his cock was entering her pussy.
He had just pulled his pants down as far as his thighs and he had his white shirt and his tie still on.
As she. was riding his cock, he felt the pressure of her cunt lips pulling at the thick throbbing meat and urging the cock juice toward the head of the man's aching hard-on.
She felt the friction of the flared cock head that was rubbing against the tender and spongy pussy flesh.
Soon as her tight ass cheeks slapped down against the man's hairy balls, she felt the balls move against her flesh and she knew that the cock was about to shoot into her pussy.
The cock head slapped hard against the cunt meat and the girl felt her pussy flesh undulating and tightening around the hard cock.
Before the man had even finished shooting the girl had pulled herself off of his hard-on. Quickly, she turned away from the man as she pulled her panties on. He did not even speak to her until he had his pants and his shorts up and in position.
Then he lightly touched her arm and said, "Lauren, when are you going to admit that you enjoy that?"
She pulled away from him as she said, "Enjoy? You call that enjoyment? I have a passion inside of me and each time that I feed it it makes me feel dirty and disgusting."
"Well, I'm not gonna argue with you!" the man said, sitting back behind his desk. "Just remember where to come when you feel that passion inside of you!"
"Sure," Lauren said, spinning on her heel and leaving the man's office.
Each time she had sex she would tell herself, "That will be the last time I'll have sex! I will never again give in to the temptation to enjoy sex!' But soon enough she would find that the temptation was too much for her and she needed it again.
It was no more than the normal sexual hunger that all normal people experience, but Lauren had built it into a strange and horrible thing that she was always fighting!
As they were about to enter the school, Steve pulled Alan to the side and told him, "I promised not to show a certain thing, but you're my best friend so I can show you!"
"What?" Alan asked, his eyes widening.
Steve opened up his wallet and pulled out the snapshot that he had of the nude girl. Alan's mouth was hanging open and he had to reach into his pocket to try to adjust his growing cock. "How did you get that?"
"Janet let me, take it!" Steve boasted. "In fact it was Janet's idea!"
"Did you fuck her?" Alan asked, his voice becoming lower than a whisper.
"Not yet!" Steve said, feeling very cocky. "But she sucked me off!"
"She didn't!" Alan said in a loud voice, too shocked to remember to keep his cool.
Steve nodded and said, "I ate her pussy at the same time that she sucked my cock!"
"You ate a girl's pussy? What did it taste like?"
"Delicious!" Steve said with a broad grin. "And she even swallowed down all of my cum!"
"If you didn't have that picture as proof, I would never believe that you had done any of those things!" Alan said, shaking his head from side to side.
Just then Steve heard a lovely and melodic girl's voice calling out, "Good morning, Steve!"
He turned and saw that Janet was standing right behind him. Quickly, Steve stuffed the picture of the girl into his wallet. "Hi, Janet!" he smiled.
"I'll see you in class," the girl said.
The boy wiped the sweat from his brow and he assumed that the girl had not seen him showing the picture to Alan. When Steve turned back to Alan, he saw that his friend was staring at the wiggling behind of the luscious young girl who was walking up the school steps.
"I can't believe that you actually ran your hand on that naked ass!" Alan said as his eyes were glued to the girl's rounded bottom.
Steve patted his friend on the back and said, "Maybe you'll get lucky soon!"
"Yeah, maybe!" Alan said with a hopeful smile.
The rest of the day went by without any events happening to the group of young people. Even in the sex education class, Miss Borden did not find any reason to beat any of the pupils.
But something happened that Janet never realized until she got home that afternoon. She had put the nude picture of Steve into her notebook and she had taped it with two-sided tape on the back, underneath a cardboard divider that was coming loose.
As she hurried to pick up her books and rush to her next class, the picture, which had come loose, slid right out of her book and onto the floor.
The entire room was empty when Miss Borden looked around the room and saw just one square of paper on the otherwise clean floor.
When she picked up that square and discovered that it was a picture, she stood frozen to the spot where she was standing.
Quickly she stuffed the nude picture of the boy into her pocket and then she rushed to her office so that she could put it in a safe spot. Because it had fallen near the door of the room and even had a footprint on the back side where some student had stepped on it, it was impossible for the woman to be able to know which of the students had dropped the photograph.
But she certainly knew which of the students was in the picture. The handsome good looks and the curly hair showed that it was a very good shot of Steve Fridell. And his fully exposed young body and his hard cock made the boy look that much more attractive to the woman.
Carrie was a lovely girl. She was very quiet in class, but she was an excellent student.
Her parents were immigrants from Cuba and the girl knew that they were unwanted in the community. Although her father had once been wealthy in Havana, he was now working in a hardware store in Sunrise, Florida.
But the girl's shimmering and long black hair and her beautifully rounded body with her olive colored skin made her stand out. She was also different from the other girls in school because she did not wear any make-up and she usually avoided the boys.
As she was leaving school that afternoon, she heard a shout of, "Why don't you tell your old man to go back where he came from?"
Carried turned around suddenly and she saw three girls. They were the girls who sat in front of her in her sex education class and they were always giggling at everything.
"He cannot go back to Cuba. My father is a patriot and they would shoot him if he went back to Cuba!"
"Maybe they should shoot all of youse!" a girl with scraggly red hair said.
"Yeah!" her sidekick added as they stepped up and surrounded Carrie.
"Why do you always talk so mean to me?" Carrie asked. "I do not talk mean to all of you! I just want to have friends in this new country!"
"Hey, I hear that Cuban broads have slanted snatches!" the redheaded girl said. "Let's see!" With that, the three girls grabbed at Carrie's skirt and pulled it up. The beautiful black-haired girl screamed and cried out, "Do not do this! Please! I have never hurt you!"
"What do you think you're doing?" a strong voice called out.
Carrie was down on the ground and she saw that Alan Seldwyn was standing at a distance. Carrie had been cutting through the trees that were right next to the school building and offered a shortcut back to her home so they were all in a very secluded spot.
"Cool it, Seldwyn!" the redheaded girl sneered at the boy.
"Yeah! Cool it!" her friend piped up.
"Leave the girl alone!" Alan said in a forceful voice.
"Buzz off!"
"We're gonna teach the Cuban pussy a lesson!"
"What did I ever do to you?" Carrie asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
Alan grabbed the arm of the shorter girl and he pulled her up from the body of the Cuban girl. The young girl screeched and then cried out, "You wanna dislocate my arm or something?"
"We ain't botherin' you, Alan!" the redheaded girl hissed.
"Yes you are!" Alan said, grabbing at her and pulling her away from Carrie. The third girl started to run through the woods when she saw the pain that was being heaped on her two friends.
"How am I bothering you?" the snide redhead asked the boy.
"Anytime that you hurt one defenseless person, you are hurting all of the thinking and feeling people in the world! Besides, you're only doing this because you're a stupid pussy with nothing better to spend your time on!" Alan said.
Alan bent the girl's arm back as far as it would go and he said, "Now you're gonna go home like a good girl and learn to spend your time baking oatmeal cookies instead of bothering people!"
Then he pushed her through the woods and said, "You better keep away from me!"
As the girl rushed off ten yards, she turned and shouted back, "You'll get yours, Alan! You're the one who'd better keep away from me!"
But when the boy pretended to take one step toward her, the redheaded girl disappeared into the woods, looking for her smaller friend who had already run off before her.
Alone with the beautiful dark-haired girl, Alan turned to her and asked, "Are you all right?"
Tears were streaming down Carrie's face as she said, "What is the use? These girls'do not like me. I do not know the reason why they do not like me and there is nothing that I can do to change them!"
Alan knelt down and said, "They don't like you because they're stupid people and they're prejudiced!"
"But what is the use?" Carrie asked. "Today you chased them away from me, but tomorrow they will come and try to beat me up again!"
"No they won't!"
Carrie looked up at him and tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks as she said, "What do you mean, Alan?"
"I'll see that you're okay. Even if it means that I have to walk you home from school every day," the boy said as he reached into' his pocket and took out his handkerchief.
He was wiping the tears from the girl's eyes as she asked, "Would you-really do that for me?"
"Sure," Alan said, handing the girl the handkerchief. "It's not that far out of the way. You live on Bellerose Rd., don't you?"
"How did you know where I lived?" she asked, looking up at the boy with a curious expression on her face.
Alan reached down to the girl and offered to help her up as he said, "Oh, I've noticed you since the time that you transferred to our school. You sit right across from me in Miss Borden's sex education class."
Carrie blushed and said, "I didn't even know that you had noticed me!"
"Sure! Us people who like to sit in the back of the room have to stick together!"
The girl kept silent. She did not want to tell the boy that in all of her other classes she had chosen to sit in the front of the room. The only reason that she had taken a seat in the back of the room in the sex education class was that she wanted to be in a spot where she could look at Alan.
Slowly, they began to walk through the woods together and the girl said, "I feel like I am such a fool. Here you have seen me crying and made a fool of!"
"Well," Alan shrugged. "In class you keep on seeing me getting whacked across the butt from Miss Borden!"
"Oh!" Carrie said. "I always feel so terrible when I see that! I hate that when she hurts you so much! It must feel in awful pain!"
Alan laughed and said, "Sometimes your English grammar isn't that good, but I always get what you mean."
"I know that I am a foreigner here and many of the ways of this country are different to me," Carrie said, leaning back against a tree.
"Yeah! Like what?" Alan asked, pausing alongside her.
"Well, there are Spanish customs and traditions that would not permit a girl and boy alone like this without a chaperone!"
"Why?" Alan said. "I wouldn't attack you!"
"Perhaps it is the fact that the Spanish girls have a reputation for being very hot-blooded!" Carrie said.
"Does that reputation apply to you?" Alan asked with a leer.
Carrie pulled away as she felt the boy's body moving closer to her own. Quickly she said, "I have been brought up very strictly! I am a good girl and a very religious girl!"
"Oh!" Alan said, with a note of disappointment in his voice.
She turned back toward him and they looked at each other for a long moment. Their eyes seemed to be locked together. Carrie's dark eyes were watching the ever-changing colors of Alan's hazel eyes.
"Your eyes," she said softly. "They do not seem to have any one color to them!"
Alan touched her arm lightly and said, "Maybe we'd better get going toward your house!"
But the girl was just standing there for a long time. Finally she said, "There is also something else that they believe in in Cuba!"
"What's that?"
"When a man is noble and good of heart, he can do no wrong!" the girl said sweetly, blushing a little.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Alan asked.
"The tradition says that when a knight rescues a damsel in distress, she may give him her body because she owes it to him!"
There was a wide smile across Alan's face and his voice cracked as he said, "You're not telling me that I'm a noble knight who rescued you as a damsel in distress?"
"I was in distress! Yes!" the Cuban girl said earnestly. "Do not laugh at me!"
"I wouldn't laugh at you, Carrie!" Alan said, looking into the girl's deep and dark eyes.
Then for a long moment the two of them looked into each other's eyes and soon then-faces were moving closer and closer. Finally Alan's lips touched the girl's lips.
It was an awkward kiss at first as Alan just pressed his lips hotly against the girl's. Then he relaxed the pressure a little bit. Soon he parted his lips and his tongue slid out and brushed lightly against the girl's lips.
The back and forth movement of his tongue eventually coaxed the girl to open her lips. He slid his tongue between her lips and eventually she even parted her teeth.
As the boy's thick and hot tongue pressed against the sweet tongue of the girl, she leaned back against the tree and felt the pressure of the boy's fabulous slim body pressing against her body.
She could feel the growing lump in the front of the boy's denim pants and she shivered a bit with anticipation.
When Alan pulled his mouth away from Carrie's she continued gazing in his eyes and she said, "Be gentle with me. I have never before been with a boy!"
Carrie slid down to the ground and Alan slid on top of her. Soon he was humping up and down on the girl and he was feeling her wonderfully luscious boobs and the curve of her full hips.
Alan tugged at the. girl's skirt and then he reached down into her panties. The back of his fingers brushed lightly past the wispy pussy hairs that fringed her youthful, virgin cunt.
Grasping at her panties and her skirt, Alan pulled them both off of the girl and left her naked from the waist down.
Then he reached under her blouse and he slowly unveiled the tautly fleshed body. The olive skin was pulled tightly around the elegant curves of the girl's body.
Finally he revealed her breasts and the dark brown nipples at the end. As the girl finished by pulling her blouse up over her head, the boy turned his attention to her nipples.
He licked at Carrie's tits and then he took a little bite from the tit as he saw it growing firm and hard.
Carrie sighed with delight and reached up to the boy's broad shoulders. As she dug her fingers into his flesh, she said, "Please, you will take off your clothes too?"
Alan looked at the luscious nakedness of the beautiful girl beneath his body and he shook his head.
Kneeling on his knees, with the girl lying between his spread legs, Alan quickly unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his smooth chest. While his chest was boyish and slim, it showed promise of future definition and development.
Then he reached for his fly. As soon as Alan had tugged down his fly and revealed the white of his jockey shorts, the girl already pressed her fingers against her cunt lips due to the excitement that she felt.
Standing up, Alan pulled down his pants and then tugged at his shorts so that he was left in his white socks and his sneakers.
His huge fuck-pole was waving in front of him. His boyish good looks were deceiving because they did not tell of the manly instrument that he had stuffed in his pants.
"I did not know it would be so big!" Carrie said in shock.
Alan grinned, as much from embarrassment as from anything else, and he said, "I'm sorry!"
Carrie giggled and said, "I do not think that it is something to apologize for!"
Trying to be very gentle, Alan pressed down against the girl's body and she felt the enormous heat of the thick prong that was digging in against her body.
"I am scared," Carrie said. She shivered a little in his arms.
Alan put his arms around her to try to warm her up on this already very warm Florida afternoon. "Don't be scared!"
"W-would you mind...." Carrie began very nervously.
Alan's heart was sinking. He expected that the girl was going to say that she didn't want to go through with it. "What?" he asked.
"Would it be okay if we did it another way?" Carrie asked very tenuously.
"Another way?" Alan said, not understanding.
"I had a cousin back in Havana,' Carrie began. "Her name was Conchita and she was a bad girl. One day I asked her what would happen when she got married and her husband would find that she was not a virgin.
"Conchita just laughed at me and said that she was still a virgin. She said that she had never let a boy up her pussy, but she let all of the boys fuck her ass hole!"
"Fuck her ass hole?" Alan asked, with a shocked note in his voice.
Carrie looked up at the boy and raised her eyebrows as she asked, "Do you think that perhaps you would like to do that?"
For Alan, who had never fucked anything except his own hand, Carrie's ass hole certainly did sound sufficiently appetizing.
"B-but, how do we do it?" Alan asked.
Carrie shrugged and said, "I am afraid that I have never even kissed a boy before today. I do not know how to get fucked up my pussy or my ass hole!"
"Put your legs up," the boy instructed.
The girl was leaning her head against the trunk of the tree and she tossed her legs up as best she could.
Alan rubbed his finger along the tight confines of Carrie's pussy and he felt the tension that was coursing through her body in reaction to that contact.
Then he pressed the side of his finger up and down along her ass hole. He was searching for the tight anal opening that was hidden in the ass crack.
Jabbing his finger into the hot and humid recess in the girl's body, he felt all of the muscles contract around his invading finger and he felt the tension that was there.
Plucking his finger free, he remarked, "If it's that tight on my finger, what'll it be like for my cock?"
"I'll try to relax," Carrie said in a hopeful voice.
"Don't think about what's happening," Alan said. "I guess it would help if you would frig your pussy."
The girl reached down and put one of her long and. elegant fingers to the lips of her pussy. As she parted the lusciously tight gates of flesh, the boy could see a droplet of the pearly liquid that was in her body.
But he turned his attention back to the girl's ass hole. "I'm not going to be able to get in there dry," Alan said, as he spit onto his finger and rammed the wet digit into the girl's bottom hole.
Carrie moaned out. The moisture on the finger did make a difference to her. There was a slippery feeling as the finger rubbed past the supple flesh that surrounded her anal knot.
But then as the finger moved back and forth a few times, Carrie could feel an erotic sensation as the massaging finger rubbed past all of the nerve endings that surrounded her ass hole.
The nerve endings were connected to an elaborate system of nerves that sent the wild impulses all over the girl's body.
"Yes!" Carrie cried out in a low moan. "I want you to do it!"
Alan spit down onto his fingers and then rubbed them up and down his hard joint. His cock head tingled from the contact with the slick saliva.
The girl watched as the sun that was peeking through the branches flashed down on the boy's glistening cock and reflected the shining moisture.
His cock was pressing down against Carrie's ass hole artd as he shoved forward she felt gooseflesh all over her body.
Once his cock head had gotten into her pussy, the girl felt that she couldn't possibly take one more inch of the hard weapon.
But the boy, feeling the tightness that was in front of him, pulled back from her ass hole, just a little bit. Then he was able to ram in a little bit further.
He kept on doing that. He would pull back and then push forward a little at a time so that he was alternately relaxing her ass hole and plunging into it.
Finally, just as the girl was certain that she could not take another inch of cock up her tender bottom hole, she felt the boy's balls slapping against the rounded cheeks of her ass and she knew that the entire fuck-pole was inside of her.
Alan began to move slowly. At first he was just fucking her with little strokes. He would move his cock out of her pussy by an inch and then he would ram back in by the same inch.
But then the one inch became two and the two inches became three.
Soon the boyishly innocent, but very handsome lad, was smashing the entire length of his nine inch cock in and out of Carrie's hot ass hole.
As he was doing this to her, the girl was frigging her pussy and she already felt the pulsations and the tightening of her cunt flesh that always preceded her orgasms.
Soon there was a torrent of pussy juice that was oozing out of her cunt and the girl actually had to put her hand against the undulating lips to keep them from dribbling too much.
Suddenly she discovered that as her pussy lips moved and wriggled with pleasure, her ass hole also tensed and relaxed at the same pace.
The boy kept on fucking Carrie's throbbing ass hole and he felt that the suction of the tightening anal opening was going to suck every drop of cum out of him.
That was close to the truth.
He slammed forward as he felt his cock beginning to shoot. Then he arched his body up because he felt as if the ass hole were going to suck up his balls and the rest of his body as well.
The heat of the bottom hole was increased as Alan shot load after load of steaming cock juice into the tender spot.
When Alan finally caught his breath it was to tell the girl, "That was wonderful!"
"It felt good to me!" Carrie said as the boy slid his cock slowly from her sloppy ass hole.
As the boy looked at the girl's beautiful nakedness, he said, "Look at how silly our sex education class really is!"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, what have we learned from that ridiculous Miss Borden?"
Carrie laughed as she said, "Well she taught the girls that sex is painful and that it hurts. But when you were fucking my ass hole, even though it hurt so much at first, after a little while it was sending wonderful feelings up through my body!"
"And she never even taught us that there was such a thing as ass fucking!" Alan added. "If you hadn't known about it through your cousin, then we never would have had all that fun!"
"I don't suppose that the school thinks that sex education classes are supposed to teach us how to have sex!" Carrie said, laughing uproariously as she pulled her panties on.
Alan laughed along with her and said, "They would be so much more useful if they did!"
"I've gotta get home," the girl said, pulling on the rest of her clothes quickly.
Alan stepped into his pants as he said, "Carrie, may I walk you home from school tomorrow?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied in a voice that was almost too quiet for him to hear.
As the two of them began to walk through the woods, Alan said, "I wonder what Miss Borden does for sex anyhow!"
Carrie laughed and said, "I'll bet she's pure!"
But Alan jabbed her in the ribs as he said, "I'll bet there's no more purity in the world! After all, even you have had sex now!"
"Even I have had sex!" Carrie said, smiling to herself and leaning her head boldly against Alan's shoulder.
But once they were at the edge of the woods, the girl turned to the boy and said, "I am not permitted to see boys. My family would be very angry if they knew that you had seen me home like this! I must go now!"
And then she turned and ran even before Alan had a chance to say another word.