Chapter 3
It's the Principal of the Thing
" 'Mr. J-, Lorianne is waiting outside ... you know ... the troublemaker with the short skirts and the big mouth.' Miss P-'s almost nonexistently thin lips pursed in her well-known lemon-sucking manner as she pointed to the large wooden door I was standing on the other side of, peeking in.
" 'Thank you, Miss P--. Send her in, please,' Mr. J-, the hefty and handsome principal of my junior high school said in a rather offhanded way. It was almost as if he didn't care one way or the other whether I came in or not. I guess he'd seen too many discipline problems for one day, and one more just wasn't going to get him all that upset. That old bitch
Miss P--was hoping I'd really get it, but I knew I wasn't going to-one way or another!
"Yanking me by the arm-that's against the law, isn't it?-dried up old Miss P-hauled me before Mr. J-, and stood there, expecting to see Mr. J-pull out a cat-o'-nine-tails and flail the hell out of me, I guess. When he didn't, she just stood there almost disappointed until Mr. J dismissed her with a 'Thank you, Miss P-' and she slunk out of the room and shut the door.
" 'Well, young lady,' Mr. J-said, trying to sound as menacing as possible, but not quite making it. 'What are you in here for? Your skirt too short, your mouth too big ... what?' He was almost smiling as he said this last.
" Uh, Mr. J-, sir,' I started out, using the old humble routine, 'it was just that I was caught peeking in the boys' rest rooms, that's all.'
" 'You were what?' he asked, startled at my response. I guess he'd been expecting just about anything else but that ... from fighting to necking in the halls to smoking in the Johns ... but never peeking in at boys pissing.
" 'I was sneaking a look at the guys in their rest room, that's all,' I said, looking down at my feet in an attempt to look as innocent as possible.
" 'What in hell-uh-I mean, what in heaven's name were you doing that for, may I ask?'
Mr. J demanded more quizzically than sternly.
" 'What else? To see the guys' pricks.'
" 'Young lady! That's no way to talk!'
" 'My name is Lorianne, sir.'
" 'Yes, Lorianne. That's still no way to talk!'
" 'Sorry, sir. I didn't mean any harm. I just don't know what else to call it-just a prick is all I know what it's called. Sorry if I offended you.' I replied as sweetly as I possibly could.
" 'The proper terminology is penis, Lorianne,' the principal said in a teacher-like manner.
" 'Thank you, sir. Yes, I was just trying to see their penises, that's all.'
" 'What ever for?' he pursued.
" 'What the hell-uh-I mean, what in heaven's name do you think I was peeking for? To see them, that's all. I was just a little curious about them, that's all. You see, I was told that the younger a guy is, the smaller his prick-uh-penis is ... and I wanted to see for myself. You see, all I ever saw were big ones, and I wanted to see if my information was all correct.'
"Mr. J-just sat there, staring at me with his mouth open just a little.
" 'You see, sir, I never saw a little penis before,' I continued, 'and it just seemed the educational thing to do.'
" 'How is it that you're so up on large penises?' he asked, falling right into my trap.
" 'Cause all the penises I've ever seen have been owned by adults. I've never seen a kid's before. Don't know why, but I never have. I guess I just appeal to older men, that's all.'
"Mr. J-just sat there, blinking and staring, blinking and staring. It was quite obvious that he just didn't know how to handle the situation ... and I felt I had it well in hand.
" 'Whose penises have you seen, Lorianne?' he asked, gulping a little.
" 'Oh, lots of guys. Let's see, there was Arnie's, and Benjie's, and Malcolm's ... but you wouldn't know any of them. I mean, I hardly knew them myself, so how could you be expected to know them. They were almost total strangers to. me. But they all had one thing in common-big pricks-uh-what the hell-big pricks!'
"All the time I had been talking, I had been edging closer and closer to his desk, around the corner of it, so I was almost able to touch him. I purposely stuck my great big titties way far out, knowing full well that my choice round nipples were hard and piercing the thin material of my almost-see-through blouse. Without a bra on-I was one of the lucky ones with big boobs and an uplift that grew naturally high-I knew he could see everything I owned up there. And, that was the reason for the whole thing, anyway.
"His eyes flickered for just a moment as they dipped down to feast on my magnificent titties for just the shortest flash of a second, and then he was staring me right in the eyes again. But I knew he had seen enough to want to see more up close-so I moved in closer, pointing my precious points right at his face. Sitting down, as he was, my beautiful boobies were right at mouth level-and I could tell that he was hungry-
" 'Lorianne!' Mr. J-spat out, shocked at what I had said about big pricks. 'What are you talking about ... seeing the penises of men you hardly know? Are you trying to be cute?'
" 'Why, no sir!' I replied, edging ever closer to him, my titties protruding as far as I could shove them. 'I wouldn't put you on. I just love men with big penises-the bigger the better.'
"As I glanced down, I noticed that there was an immense bulge in Mr. J-'s pants, right where a delicious prick should be. I'm getting to him! I thought to myself. I'm really getting through to him!
" 'Uh-Lorianne-uh-' was all he could get out. His eyes were firmly focused on my brazen titties and he couldn't seem to rip them off that marvelous sight. Since my blouse was a very light beige, I knew that the deep reddish color of the area around my nipples-my swollen nipples-had to be showing through just beautifully. I pushed my chest out just a little further, just to make double sure.
" 'Yes, Mr. J--? ' I asked, real seductively.
'Is something the matter? Can I help you in some way?' All this time I was edging closer and closer till my knee was just barely touching his. My magnificent titties were just a little over a foot from his eyes-and mouth.
"His breathing was coming harder and when my knee touched his, he didn't move it, or even try to. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. It was just a matter of minutes till I had what I'd come after ... his prick.
"'Uhhhhh ... oh, God!' he moaned, as his hands slowly came up towards my waiting titties. He was getting ready to fight a losing battle with himself, and his hands and prick were winning out. The bulge in his pants was actually moving. It was throbbing with a strong beat, pulsing up and down within the fabric. I smiled as I leaned forward to meet the greedy hands.
"As his fingers brushed my ripe nipples and grabbed hold of the fleshy mounds, I was leaning over far enough to barely touch the top of his gigantic erection. He moaned even louder when I caught the tip of the head of his monstrous prick between my fingers and thumb" and squeezed it gently but firmly. It was going just as I had planned it would. He was mine!
"His hands were fondling my sexy flesh with a passion and I had a good grip on his prick through his pants ... and I was leaning over far enough so that I could scramble for his zipper. It almost undid itself ... his erection was pushing it down in an effort to be released. As the metal slipped down the last inch, one of the hugest pricks I have ever seen flung itself up at me with a powerful lunge. I grasped it in my hand and began jerking on it for all I was worth.
"As I was playing with his naked prick, Mr. J-was frantically unbuttoning my blouse.
He was ready to rip that blouse off me if the buttons didn't come undone fast enough. Fortunately, the last button popped open of its own accord, and my beauties bounced out at him, bare and proud. Another moan followed as he grabbed me and stuffed one of the full titties into his mouth with a hunger I recognized. I stood there and let him fondle my boobies and suck on one of them while I passionately moved his monster of a prick up and down.
"The juices in my cunt were almost to the boiling point by this time, and I really wanted a good fucking ... and I knew I was going to get it right soon. Since I had planned this all out in advance, I had left my panties in my purse in my locker. I had purposely worn a skirt a little longer than usual so that it would hide my lovely fluff of cunt hair.
"Moving with a suddenness that took him completely off guard, I swung my leg up over his lap and guided his tremendous erection right to my cunt hole. There was nothing left for me to do but to push down hard. And that's exactly what I did! Down I went! Hard! And up he went-hard! Man, what a prick! That goddamned motherfucking prick was all the way up to my tonsils and still going! It filled all of me and left no room for a breath of air! I was dying with ecstasy!
"He almost yowled out loud when my juicy cunt pounced on his unsuspecting prick, but I was prepared for that and clamped my mouth down hard on his. I shoved my tongue into his hot mouth before he could have a chance to close it, and I met his tongue. They mingled there for a moment while I got the feel of his prick up inside me. Then, when I knew where I was and what was inside me, I sucked on his lips a bit, then leaned way back so he could get a good hold on my tits once more.
"Up and down I went-pumping like crazy. That fucking prick inside of me was such a tight fit that I was almost hollering myself. I could barely stand the beautiful feeling I was getting down there. Then the sensation of both of my nipples being squeezed hard-real hard-doubled the pleasure I was already receiving. I was almost jumping up and down from the pure pleasure of it all as I pumped away on his prick. We were really grooving by this time, and he was really into it good.
"He was slumped down real low in his chair so that all of his prick would slip up into my juiciness when I slammed down on him. Man, you could tell from the look on his face that he was really enjoying himself! His eyes were all glazed over and his mouth was hanging open and he was breathing so hard that I could feel it hot on my face. He kept moaning while he was molding and squeezing my titties good and hard, and that made me moan all the louder, but not loud enough to bring the rest of the school piling in to see what was going on. I've never lost my cool that way. I always know just what I'm doing ... and why.
"I could tell that he was really hanging on, trying to make it last as long as possible before shooting off, so I decided to really give him a treat. I began wiggling my hips around in a circular motion like I had been taught by one of my older boyfriends. Around and around I sent my hips, and that seemed to cause even more friction down there between us and inside me. It was doing wonders for us both ... for his stiff rod and for my cunt and clit. His staff was rubbing on my clit every time I went up and down, and when I circled as well, it was really putting pressure and pleasure on that little sex button of mine!
"Christ, there is nothing in this world like a great big, stiff hunk of meat up your cunt! Really! That's all there is to life-almost. And I was really living! That giant-sized prick felt exactly like a telephone pole up my quivering cunt, and I wasn't sure that I could hold out much longer. But, then again, I figured, why should I prolong it too much-there'd be other times-lots of other times!
"With a frenzy, I pounded that beautiful fucking prick in and out of my fiery cunt until I could feel that marvelous buzz that comes just before I come. Everything inside my head started to get really tight ... then my hearing started to go ... and when I started to hold my breath, I knew that this was going to be it.
"Just as I took that huge gulp of air that signaled my flight off into outer space, I caught a glimpse of my fucking lover-and he was gulping in one last gasp of air, too. We were both about to go on a flight together. Every nerve in my body was set, ready to go, and Mr. J-'s muscles were tensing in anticipation. From that moment on there was nothing but sensation-pure sensation. I couldn't hear anything or see anything ... all I could do was feel! And all I could feel was me-only me there, hung up on this telephone pole by my cunt.
"With all the fury of a volcano erupting, my entire body shook. Sparks of flashing lights of brilliant colors and hues blazed from behind my eyelids, and my legs and hips jerked and twitched violently till I thought I was going to go out of my skull. It was beautiful! Just as my throbbing cunt began to slow its squeezing of that marvelous prick, I felt the tension of that monster within me suddenly release itself. With a force I would never have believed possible, spurt after spurt of come pounded at the back of my cunt, causing me to start that beautiful climb up the mountain of sensation all over again. I was still coming when I felt his last little jerk before he collapsed in his chair, a puddle of satisfied flesh.
"Leaning over, I planted a juicy kiss on his relaxed lips, and he barely had the strength to return it. He was breathing so hard that he couldn't kiss me for more than a moment or two before pulling away to gasp for air. I got the idea and began kissing him all over his handsome, sweaty face. He was so gorgeous like that, all worn out and drained. I felt a pleasant stirring within me-almost a motherly feeling. I wanted to take this glorious creature home with me and fuck the living hell out of him for ever and ever.
"I could feel his mammoth prick start its descent down my cunt, shrinking within me, pulling itself down. I wanted to keep it up there, but there was no way to fight gravity and nature, so I carefully climbed off his lap, and grabbed for the kleenex on his desk. Slapping several wadded-up tissues up between my legs to keep the hot come from dribbling down my legs, I began buttoning up my blouse.
"Mr. J just sat there, his legs still spread wide apart and the head of his fast-disappearing prick sticking up out of his fly. His head was still hanging back and his arms were drooping limply over the arms of his chair. Man, I had really done him in but good! A fleeting thought passed through my mind as I wondered how long it would take before he was all revived and ready to go again. But I knew enough to realize that this was not the time or the place to find out. That would come later-and so would we!
"Finally, he opened his eyes and stared into mine. In all this time, I had never bothered to notice just how lovely his big blue-gray eyes were. There were flecks of gold and green there, too. How truly beautiful this man was! There wasn't that much gray in his hair-it was still really very brown, but that brown wasn't just any ordinary brown. It was like reddish, goldish, chestnut brown, and it suited his flushed complexion. I had always dug men with reddish hair-not the real redheads, but a reddish tinge. That was nice.
"I was smiling at him as his puzzled eyes stared right into mine. It was as if he were trying to work mental telepathy on me-asking me why? I just sat there on the edge of his desk and grinned back at him, waiting for him to say something.
"Finally, he did. 'Why?' was all he could come up with, and it hadn't really been necessary because I had already read that in his gorgeous eyes. When he repeated it, I decided I might as well give him an answer-he deserved that much for all the pleasure he had given me.
" 'Because I like men with big pricks! Why else?' I replied with a smirk.
" 'Why me?' he gasped out, still panting from the exertion of the fucking.
" 'From such a brainy guy as you, that's a pretty dumb question!' I retorted, almost disappointed in my new lover.
"There was a no-nonsense look on his face, so I decided I might as well give him the whole story. 'You see, Mr. J-, by the way, what the hell is your first name, anyway?'
" 'Craig,' he blurted out before he realized that students aren't allowed to know or use the first names of faculty members.
" 'Well, Craig, it's like this.' I cleared my throat and looked him square in the eye. 'As I said before, I dig men with big pricks-men, that is. And you're the best-looking man in the whole school. There's no getting away from that. Besides, I figured that if I got you to fuck me, then I'd have like a hold on you-am I right?'
"His face flushed and he opened his mouth to speak, but I daintily placed my hand over his lips and continued: 'You see, I need things-clothes, jewelry, stuff like that-and I figure that now that you've fucked me and I can prove it-one call to Miss P-out there is all that it'll take, and you've had it, but good-you might just be willing to chip in to the Lorianne
M-fund for underprivileged orphans. It's as simple as that. Plus,' I hastened to add, 'there'll be all kinds of fringe benefits for your bread. I mean, this won't have to be the last time we have fun and games. There can be all the fucking in the world between us. That's your end of it-that's what you'll get out of it.
" 'I figure, even if you're married, where can you get pussy like mine? Your wife ought to be just about your age by now, and her cunt ought to be pretty sloppy and loose. I offer you a tight, young cunt that'll hold up for a long time. And all you have to give in return is your magnificent prick and a little bread on the side. That sounds fair, doesn't it?' I was talking real fast so he couldn't stop me before it had all sunk in and he made the wrong choice in a hurry.
" 'Before you make any snap decisions, just let the whole idea sink in, Craig. It's not like I'm blackmailing you or anything. I'm just trading you pleasure for pleasure ... dig? You give me bread to buy my pleasures, and I'll let you use my cunt for your kind of pleasures ... tit for tat.'
" 'Of all the ... I never ... I can't believe this is actually ... my God! Lorianne! Do you realize what you're saying? What you're asking? What you mean? Lorianne!' He was so flustered that he just couldn't get his words all straight. And here he was such a bright guy. But, this was the normal reaction from most of the guys I had propositioned this way. It just took a little getting used to, that's all.
" 'Now, Craig, please calm down. Think about it! It could work out just fine. You like my big tits, don't you? And my cunt was nice and tight and juicy, wasn't it?' He was nodding ever so slightly in answer to these questions. 'Well, what the hell! Would you rather I pull out the kleenex and yell for Miss P-- ... and show her the come-your come-dripping down my legs? That'd end your lovely career. They'd never let you near kids ever again. Man, your wife might even leave you! You got a career and a family-I presume-to think about before you go and make the wrong decision. Just think on that for a bit, before you give me an answer.'
"Craig's face got all screwed up and I could see color starting to rise up from below his collar as his face began to flush again. He really didn't know whether to really blow his cool, or cool it. Actually, I hadn't left him much choice, and he knew it. Or, if he was thinking straight, he knew it. If he blew his cool, we'd both had it ... but I had sized him up as a pretty smart guy, and I was fairly sure that he was going to take me up on my proposition after he got used to the idea. It always took awhile.
"Finally, the redness began to leave his face and the beginnings of a smile started to crack at the corners of his wide mouth. Then his blue-gray eyes started to crinkle a little at the edges and underneath, and before I knew it, my handsome Craig was grinning from ear to ear. Before I realized it, he was actually laughing! Laughing! That had never happened before! I'd had many responses, but never broad laughter!
"I stood there, leaning against his desk, my mouth hanging open a little as he said, 'Lorianne! You really are the one! I have never run into anything like you in all my years of teaching, counseling, and principaling. You are really something else altogether! And you're just what I've been looking for! Exactly! You little minx! You had me pegged, all right. I do have a wife with a loose and sloppy cunt whom I'd like to trade in on two twenties-but one fifteen-year-old would do even better! With you in my pocket I'd never have to worry about jealousy or your forcing me to marry you. All you want out of me is a little spending money-bread, you call it-and you'll give me everything I've been searching for, for these last few years.'
"His words stunned me and took me completely off balance. His reaction was the last type of reaction I could have expected. Some of the men I had propositioned had given in for one reason or another, but none had been as elated as Craig. It was almost too good to be true, and I wasn't too sure that he might not be laying some sort of a trap for me-after the trap I had laid for him. But the look on his face and the ring of his words seemed too genuine to be false: there was truth in his eyes and his voice-and his words made a lot of sense. Man, had I made it or had I made it? Here I had hooked the principal of the whole fucking junior high school! Man, if only there was somebody I could share this with-but I never had anyone I could really rap with anyway.
"Craig, seeing that my facial expression had changed from one of cocksure victor to dumbstruck victor, laughed hard and loud. So loud, in fact, that Miss P-'s shadow appeared through a crack in the doorway as she swung the heavy wooden door open. With acute hearing like that, it was a wonder that she hadn't heard our panting and moaning and barged in to investigate long ago! But, I guess, of all the noises she had expected to hear coming from that room, laughter-especially the principal's-was the last thing she had expected. Her sour-lemon look told us both as much.
" 'Anything I can do for you, Mr. J--? ' she said, wrinkling her nose up as if smelling something rancid.
" 'No, Miss P-, thank you. Everything is completely under control here. Lorianne has explained herself to my total satisfaction and everything is fine-just fine.' "
Sometimes, in the course of listening to, or studying, a psychologic case history, one comes to wonder at the role each party really plays.
For instance, this history makes us immediately wonder who is the victim and who is the hunter. Of course, it is a relationship from which both parties derive some benefit and satisfaction, but it remains unclear whether the ordinarily assessed culpability might not be misplaced.
Consider it in this light: when one considers the nature of our schooling system, and particularly the manner in which schools accept responsibility while parents temporarily abdicate it, one becomes keenly locked into thoughts concerning the concept of authority. Especially in public schools the teacher is charged with many burdens, some of which are in no way related to academics-he or she must wear several hats, and must do so in a friendly, useful, firm, and convincing manner. Concomitantly, he or she must be certain never to compromise the authoritarian role.
If all this applies to the teacher, what then are the rules governing principals of schools? If the schoolteacher is in a very delicate position, is not the principal's role that much more ticklish? The vulnerability of his position is matched only by its strategic value. From his efforts will be determined the general atmosphere of the school and, indirectly, the success or failure of his charges.
And on and on. The trust and responsibility that society and the community places in the principal of a school cannot be overstressed-especially in a framing such as faces us here.
First, let us stress the uniqueness of this situation. As a preliminary and very general statement, it can be said that the incidence of teacher-student sexuality is quite small. Classroom proximity as well as other elements of a fusing nature are always present, and the whole world knows that young girls periodically get "crushes" on their teachers, but consummation is quite another matter. Fear, if nothing else, negates most of the possibilities; common sense usually comes to rescue those teetering on the brink of such an affair, and where fear has failed. Although society might like to believe such things, it seems that morality runs a poor race here as a deterrent. For that matter, most modern outlooks do not admit to a quid pro quo immorality inherent in sexual liaisons just on the basis of an age difference, barring outright misuse of a child. Modern home-grown ethicists are more--likely to consider it immoral for a true love to be thwarted on such flimsy ground as an age difference.
In Lorianne's case, the final relationship is understandable. Despite the sometimes unfeeling callousness of the girl, there seems to emerge some of the naturalness and warmth one might expect from a maturing relationship which began as an outright seduction on the part of a scheming girl, and which later found a measure of meaning and fulfillment-and even faithfulness-as an outgrowth of understanding and feeling. It isn't exactly Elizabeth and Robert Browning revisited, but a definite mutuality of respect and closeness does develop, and against exacting odds.
The point here is that a rather sinister and mercenary motivation on the part of Lorianne-as is plainly evident at this point-requires some nature of absolute upheaval to be transformed into the type of thing it finally becomes (a self-denying, somewhat altruistic-even noble-withdrawal). It is difficult, to understand such a reconstruction in such a cynical and obsessed girl. At root it is first probable that Lorianne was a social reject-in her family or with her peers-and had earlier reacted in a misanthropic manner. It is--likely that all of her acts were acts of rebellion. But in her case, she did not have safety valves to fall back on-in the form of compeer relationships-because when she rejected the world, she rejected all of it, young and old alike. She then was forced to fend for herself-phychically-much as a jungle animal must search out food. Having no persons in whom to invest psychic energy (in her quest for understanding, among other needs), she then did what so many misanthropic adults do: she invested her energies in situations and substitute interests. Among the sparks that were kindled in the process of investigating these avenues of substitution was that concerning retributive possibilities among adults, especially authoritarian figures. Being intelligent, imaginative, and adventuresome, it was only a matter of time before she discovered that sex was a vehicle by which she could strike back at those (figuratively) who had rejected her at the outset.
Returning to the narrative, we suggest that the reader take careful note of the changing tone and texture of Lorianne's comments. To our ear, it appears that she softens, even as the narrative progresses.
" 'Tell me, my little sweetheart, how did you ever become so wrapped up in older men?' Craig asked me as we lolled in the shade under the big umbrella.
" 'Do you really want to know?' I asked, teasingly, looking Up at the huge motel sign in the distance that was flickering a little. I wondered why the managers had the neon on in the daytime, but it was only a fleeting thought and it passed as fast as it had come.
"Craig squinted at me as he removed his sunglasses long enough to wipe some of the accumulated sweat from his brow and the bridge of his nose before replacing them. 'You know that I'm very, very interested. Please tell me. How many times a week do I have to ask that question? I keep asking it because I know that sooner or later you're going to get fed up with my asking it, and finally answer it.' He grinned his big toothy grin that I had come to love so dearly and waited for me to give in and confess all.
"I stared into the still waters of the empty swimming pool only a few feet from where we lay and mulled over my answer. We had been registering at this same motel every weekend for the past four weeks, and it always puzzled me that nobody ever took advantage of the cool waters of the pool. There were cars parked at the doors to the motel rooms, but I never saw anyone at the pool. Craig and I always seemed to have the pool to ourselves every weekend-which was just as well-perfect, in fact. Although we were registered as father and daughter, we had the privacy of honeymooners-and took advantage of it.
" 'Okay, Craig, baby, you want to know-I'll tell you. But I don't want any sympathy now or later. If it wasn't for my background, remember, I wouldn't be here with you right this very moment. Just keep that in mind,' I admonished lovingly.
"Craig shook his head to let me know that he would comply with my wishes, and then stretched out fully on his chaise lounge, his eyes closed, and waited for me to begin.
"Self-consciously, I coughed once or twice and then said, 'Hell, how should I start? How about ... 'Once upon a time' would that do?'
"Craig chuckled quietly and waited, never turning his head, just lying there with his tanned arms under his head. A strong surge of love raced through me as I stared at his evenly bronzed, muscular body. How lucky I am, I mused. How damned lucky to have you, you big lunk! Do you know just how much I really love you? Do you have any idea? More important-do you love me? Shaking my head as if to rid it of these thoughts, I tried to get myself back to the question at hand-the question of how I started fucking men.
" 'Uh-well-actually, you know a little of it already. You know about my parents and how they died in that airplane crash, and how there wasn't any money because my father didn't believe in life insurance or any other kind of insurance. You know that I was one of six children who was left orphaned ... and how we all got split up and sent to different foster homes because of a fight between all my aunts and uncles as to who was going to get which of us. What they all didn't realize was that while they were battling it all out in court for the right to take us into their homes, we were being shuttled around from one foster home to another. By the time they finally settled the whole thing, the damage had been done.
" 'Oh, don't get me wrong,' I continued. 'All of us kids appreciated the fact that they wanted us enough to go to court over us, but it took so long that it was a hardship on all of us. It would have been better if one or two of the relatives had decided to let the others have us-that way we would have all stayed together. But, no ... fight, fight, fight! And I got me a love of adult pricks out of the deal.
" 'It all really started in the first foster home I was placed in. Mr. L-was a real sex maniac. Man, you should have seen his prick! No wonder it was always on his mind-it was long enough and thick enough! And it was all uncircumcised, and it was mammoth! The first time I saw it was when Mrs. L-went to the store for a whole bunch of groceries and he knew she was going to be gone for one helluva long time. The other kids-his and the other foster kid staying there-were all out visiting neighbors or playing outside, so I was the only kid inside.'
"I glanced back at Craig to make sure he wasn't sleeping, and then went out: 'Well, I was only five at the time, and I had never seen a prick before, having had all sisters except for my big brother who had never exposed himself to any of us girls. Anyway, Mr. L-knew he had me all to himself, 'cause I had had a cold and couldn't leave the house. I had to stay inside. I was in my room playing when I heard him walking down the hallway toward my room.
When I looked up, I not only saw Mr. L standing there in the doorway, I saw Mr. L-'s prick sticking straight out from a hole in his pants ... his fly, of course-but I didn't know that then.
" 'I wasn't afraid or anything . ... I didn't know enough to be frightened then. I was very curious about what that fleshy thing was that was protruding from his pants, and he was equally as interested in showing it to me. In fact, he came right over to me and asked me if I wanted to touch it. I was thrilled by the prospect. It was so big and long and it looked like it would be a whole lot of fun to play with. And it was. It had a whole bunch of slippery skin that slipped and slid up and down the length of it, and I was completely fascinated by the look of it and the feel of it.'
"As I continued with my life's story, Craig's mouth was turning down a little, as if he were sad or something. I couldn't see his eyes. The more I went on, the sadder his face got. In fact, it was almost making me unhappy, remembering it all. My mind went back so that I was almost reliving it all. I saw that Mr. L-and his long floppy prick. I could almost feel it in my hand. And he was talking to me.
" 'Hey, Lorianne, you wanna play with it? I mean, really play with it?' he was saying to me.
" 'Sure,' I said, completely innocent of what he actually wanted.
"His hands went around mine, which were gripping the stiffening flesh, and he slowly showed me how to jack him off. After he had had me jerk him for a little while, he asked me if I wanted to taste it. I knew that that was where he pissed from, so I was rather hesitant. But he seemed to sense that I was thinking about that and told me that I had nothing to worry about-he always washed it off every day-and he was very clean. That seemed to make all the difference in the world.
"Somehow, I liked the idea of tasting his prick-even then. I stuck my tongue out and gingerly brushed the tip of the round knob of a head. His whole body jerked and I pulled away fast, afraid that I'd done something wrong.
" 'Don't go away,' he said hurriedly. 'Come on, Lorianne, it felt real good when you licked it. How did it taste? Was it good?'
"I nodded my head and moved closer, sticking out my tongue to give that huge prick another lick. As my moist tongue passed over his knob again, his hands went behind my head and held me in place so that when his body shuddered again, I wouldn't be able to move back. But I was already prepared for that shiver, and stayed right where I was, happy in the thought that I was giving him pleasure. His prick tasted sort of nice, salty and fleshy, almost like when I sucked my thumb ... except much better.
" 'Go ahead, Lorianne, suck on it,' Mr. L said, almost like he had read my mind or something.
" 'Ummmm,' I replied, slipping my lips over his fat, rosy prick head, enjoying the texture and taste of it. His hands were still behind my head, and they began to push even more than before-not just holding my head in place, but actually shoving it forward toward that great big erection of his.
"Taking it in both my hands, I slipped more of it into my warm, watery mouth and wriggled my tongue all around it. Mr. L-gritted his teeth and groaned right out loud. I knew from the sounds he was making that I was really making him feel good-very good. So I continued to do what I'd been doing, only more so. I tried to get imagine, but really didn't know what to do ... but I tried.
"Then Mr. L-took one of his hands away from the back of my head and touched me down between my legs. That made my body jerk just like his had before. It was then that I began to understand what he had felt when I first touched the tip of the prick head with my tongue. It was a glorious feeling and I wanted it to go on forever.
"His fingers were pulling their way underneath my panty elastic, and then plunged into the warmth and wetness of my little girl cunt. Tingles went all through me, and I was so excited that I could barely stand still. I wanted to cry out with the joy of it all, but I had a mouth full of delicious prick and was enjoying sucking on it, although it kept getting bigger and bigger all the time.
" 'Oh, go to it, Lorianne-suck the living hell outta that fucking prick of mine! Oh, shit! Suck harder!' Mr. L-was moaning out loud. Some of the words I didn't really know back then, but I remembered them, anyway. And now, of course, I realize just what he was saying. It's funny how you can remember things so clearly like that.
"Anyway, his fingers inside my slit were going a mile a minute and I felt this wonderful feeling like something inside me was going to explode at any moment ... and Mr. L-was really moaning and groaning louder and louder ... and his body was getting all stiff and rigid like something was going to happen with him, too. His hands on the back of my head were pressing my face into his groin so hard that his whole huge prick was practically all the way down my throat with no way for me to get free. I was past the point of gagging or choking.
"I was just feeling-feeling so wonderful that the prick in my mouth (and halfway down my throat)-just added to the sensation of his fingers down inside my slit. It all felt like that was the way it should be. And then I began to feel like I was being lifted up ... higher and higher. My hearing started to go out, like I was hearing everything from a long ways away, and I held my breath, anticipating my very first orgasm ... only I didn't know about it until it had actually happened.
"But, just before my entire body was about to go off into orbit, his giant-sized prick shot out this load of come that just simply poured down my throat. I didn't even get to taste it until that prick started to shrink up a bit and dribbled a little onto my tongue. Before that, it was so far back in my mouth that it actually bypassed my tongue and there was no taste ... just the sensation of someone coming inside.
"And then it was my turn to come! And did I ever! It was so exciting and glorious that I just wanted to hang on the ends of his miraculous fingers for the rest of my natural life! I felt my hips jerking and twitching, and my whole in-sides just did flip flops. I moaned with his prick still inside my mouth, and the moan blasted out through my nose ... and I almost bit down.
When Mr. L-felt my jaws start to tighten up, he pulled his shrinking prick out right fast before I did any harm to him. Hell, the way I came, I wouldn't have known if I was biting him or not.
Well, after that first little episode with Mr.
L-, he would wait for any opportunity to get me alone for a little sucking. I guess I was too young yet for a fucking ... or he would have done it. But he didn't have me to enjoy for too long, 'cause the authorities moved me to another foster home ... and it was just like the first one. The only thing that had changed were the faces on the people-the bodies and the pricks were just the same.
"This time there were two men-Mr. T and his oldest son, Ticky, who was over twenty-one. The two of them would get me alone and have a ball with me. I was starting to get titties and everything. In fact, I had spotted a hair or two on my cunt and under my arms and was really ecstatic about it. That meant that I would be ready for fucking pretty soon. But, in the meantime, Ticky and Mr. T-were fucking me in the ass. They both told me that that was almost as good and it wouldn't even get me pregnant, which was true.
"One nice thing about living with them. Ticky could come and slip into bed with me any time he wanted to. He didn't have to worry about Mrs. T-, like Mr. T-did. And, at this foster home, I was such a little 'princess' that I had my own bedroom-where I could entertain my gentlemen friends. And there sure was a lot of entertaining going on! Ticky was in my room almost every night, and Mr. T-was in there every time his wife would go off with the rest of the little kids. And I was learning to enjoy all this attention more and more. Never having had a father of my own-one that I could remember all that well-and needing male companionship and attention, I had it all right. The boys at school just never measured up, they were all too silly, and didn't even know what girls were for!
"Ticky was so cute, the way he'd sneak up on me while I was lying there in bed at night. He'd climb up from the foot of the bed, under the covers, till he reached my cunt. Then he'd dip his long, sexy tongue under my nightie and plunge it deep into my waiting slit. I'd pretend I didn't know he was there until I felt that first tingle of pleasure ... then I'd wrap my legs around his head and hold onto him like a vise. With that, Ticky would stick his whole face into my crotch and waggle his tongue around until I wanted to scream with the extreme sensations he was producing with his marvelous mouth.
"After he'd eaten me for a long while-but before I could come-he'd climb up and flip me on my side so he could slide that great big prick of his into my ass-hole. He always had some vaseline handy for that, 'cause his prick would never be able to get in otherwise. Boy, that would feel too great! I would be ready to holler out loud when his jumbo prick shoved its way past the hole itself and plowed right up into my body. It felt so beautiful! Then he'd bring his hand around to the front and play with my throbbing clit while he was fucking my rear. Ticky was a doll! And so was his father, but his father couldn't last as long as Ticky-and the longer the fucking and fun lasted, the better, naturally.
"One time, I actually had them both at the same time! I really did! They still weren't fucking me yet, or I might have had one in each hole, but this time I had one in my ass-hole and one in my mouth. That was really too great, but we all knew we couldn't do that for long, 'cause there was more chance of one of them being missed and looked for-and it was difficult for both of them to get away, anyway.
"I got switched to another foster home-after a stay in juvenile hall-after Mrs. T walked in on Ticky and Mr. T-and me having a backwards-forwards fucking ball together. Man, you should have seen the look on Mrs. T-'s face when she saw the three of us all tangled up together! She screamed bloody murder and damn near tore Mr. T-'s prick clear off!
"As I neared the finish of my life up till I had met my dearest Craig, I could see that his mouth was really turned down at the corner-she was almost angry or something. But, I had just a little bit left to go.
" 'So, you see, Craig, honey, I was just shipped from one foster home to the next, and every single foster home had a man-an adult-with a big prick that was just waiting for me to enjoy. As you know, honey, I'm with a foster family right now. Lucky, at that. If I were with a real family-my own family-I wouldn't probably be allowed to go away every weekend. But the foster family I'm with now really don't care much about me one way or another-just as long as the county pays the bills for me.
" 'And I learned-way back with Mr. L-, that if I let them play with me and if I played with them, then they'd always give me nice things. Mr. L-gave me mostly candy and junk like that-what did I know back then about the good things of life! Can you imagine! A blow job for a lollipop! Hey, a sucker for a sucker! How about that!'
"But Craig didn't laugh at my pun. He just lay there on that chaise lounge, his eyes closed, his face straight ahead. I could see that he was frowning real hard. I ran my hand over his beautiful chest and leaned over to kiss his arm.
" 'It wasn't until Ticky started bringing me shiny pieces of jewelry, and Mr. T-started buying me blouses and scarves that I realized that there could be any real profit to this whole thing. And then, I really began to enjoy sex with the older men! And why not? I knew damn well that if I hadn't let them fuck me in the ass-hole or if I hadn't sucked them off, they never would have given me those things-so why the hell not!
" "The family I'm with now are really poor, and Mr. K-can't afford real nice things-that's why I went for you ... that and because you were cute ... and because I wanted to make damn sure I didn't get booted outta your school for bad grades or doing something wrong. I figured that if I hooked you, my darling, I'd have it made! And I do-but in an entirely different way. I never figured on falling in love with you. Oh, I know you think I'm too young for that, but God only knows I've been around! I mean, would I let you off the hook for buying me nice things if I didn't love you? Would I?'
"Craig looked over at me finally. 'But, Lorianne, I do buy lovely things for you. What are you talking about?'
"I smiled at him lovingly as I replied, 'Yes, I know you do, honey. But the difference is that I've already told you that you don't have to. You're buying me things because you want to, not because you have to.'
"My darling Craig smiled a wan smile at me, took my hand in his, and squeezed it till it actually hurt. I knew there was a lot of love in it-there had to be with the power behind it.
" 'Come on, Craig, let's go back to our room before I come all over the place from talking about so much fucking and sex! Come on-get up,' I pleaded with him playfully, trying to make him get up.
" 'I don't know if we should anymore, Lorianne. I just don't feel right about it. Especially after what you just told me,' Craig said almost sadly.
" 'Oh, for Christ's sake, Craig. Don't be that way! Just look at it this way-if you weren't the one who was fucking me, if you weren't the one who was getting sucked off-it would be some other guy. Maybe my new foster father, Mr. K--. Now, wouldn't you rather be doing it to me and with me than letting Mr. K-have all the fun? And then I would come up short, too, 'cause he can't afford me, really. Then I might just have to go out and find me another sugar daddy.'
"Craig smiled wanly again, got up, and led me by the hand back to our motel room. Without saying a word, we both dropped our swimsuits on the floor and climbed into the unmade bed together. Before I could even get myself settled, Craig was all over me, kissing and hugging me and caressing me like he'd never done before. It was so beautiful, so very beautiful!
" 'Oh, God, Lorianne. I want to give you everything you've always wanted-everything you've never had. But I really shouldn't be taking advantage of you like this.' His lips were brushing my sensitive flesh as he was whispering to me. It made me all the more excited sexually when he did that. His soft, gentle hands were all over my body, touching everything at once, it seemed. His mouth-those warm, moist lips-settled on my rosebud nipple and began sucking on it gently. Then the suction became more and more intense until I could feel my hips squirming around on the bed and the juices flowed and boiled in my hungry cunt.
"Boy, did I want to get fucked! That telephone pole of Craig's was the best damned prick I'd ever had inside me! The rest-mostly piecework-were ordinary compared to his and he knew it. I'd told him often enough. It was so great being on the pill-I'd never have to worry about getting pregnant until I wanted to-and Craig would never have to worry, either.
"His mouth was getting hotter and hotter on my nipple, and his other hand was squeezing my other nipple till the juices of my cunt were nearly flowing out of me. I could feel his erection, hard and spongy, poking at my legs and hip-probably dying to get inside me. But Craig never slung it to me until we both just couldn't stand it any longer. It was one of the things I liked about him-he never rushed anything. And he sure wasn't rushing anything then. He was slowly sucking the cunt of me right up through my tits. I was thrashing around on the bed like a wild woman, screaming at the top of my lungs that I wanted to get fucked. We picked a really soundproof motel just for that reason. I like to scream a lot.
"Finally, when we both couldn't stand it anymore, Craig moved up on top of me and shoved his magnificent sex tool into my slit just a little bit so that the head of it was barely touching my wet slit. I squirmed under him, trying to make my cunt reach up to him and suck his prick into me. When I was just about ready to go out of my head, he gently lowered his beauty into my sopping cunt and filled me to capacity.
"It was so glorious-it always was glorious with Craig's mammoth prick inside me. It filled me full up ... and I felt wanted and loved and-and-ready to cooooooommmmmmme!"
It is not a new twist to discover that emotional awareness can develop out of relationships that have two strikes against them to start with. When the elements of that relationship are so negative as to also contain the ingredients of a "conspiracy" just in order to survive, one becomes rightly amazed to discover a later emotional reward accruing to both parties.
Lorianne was certainly the winner in this race, if it can be called that. The principal, also seems to have profited. If, for no other reason than that he had an opportunity to temporarily regain his youth; his time and money and risk seem in some degree to have been well-invested. It is possible that following the cessation of this liaison, his new view and new tolerance might play a part in reestablishing his family unity.