Chapter 4
Wayne was as good as his word The word had been passed around. Sharon had no problems with her classes. Most of them did their work. Her students showed their ability to get passing grades with effort when they tried.
Several weeks had passed since her first encounter with Wayne. He had caught her a few times for quickie blow-jobs during free periods. It seemed that football practice occupied most of his time. The first game of the season for Colden Academy was the last week in September. Evidently, Wayne wanted to make certain his playing wouldn't be diminished by activities that could prove detrimental.
Sharon wondered about the possibility of seducing one of the charges in her house. Most of them were fifteen years old. Probably all virgins! But there was an adage of never dumping garbage where you eat. A liaison with one of her charges could prove her undoing.
She had taken a liking to one of the boys in her house. Owen Farnum! He was a shy quiet type. She couldn't understand why he was in this school. His attitude and manners didn't mark him as a disruptive child. Owen was an average student in history. Sharon had no trouble with him. He did his assignments and passed her tests.
Checking his record in the office, she found nothing that indicated the reason for his enrollment at Colden. Owen became an obsession with her. He appeared to be the type that needed mothering. Wasn't that her function? She found herself watching him. From time to time, her gaze wandered to his crotch, wondering what his cock was like.
There were times when she waited until the boys left the house. She would go up to his room to check his bed. To look for the tell-tale remains of a wet dream, either on the sheets or on his pajamas.
Nothing! She hurried down to her car to drive over to the school. During her class, Owen seemed a little nervous. Her intuition told her something was up. As the cliche went, the natives seemed restless tonight.
During the lunch break, she sought out Duncan. On the occasions she had to address him, he insisted she call him Duke.
"After all, everyone else does! Why shouldn't you?" he chided her. She felt this familiarity would invite further overtures from him. Something she did not want to encourage. She had no other alternative. Avoiding the use of his nickname was tantamount to a snub.
"Duke!" she called after him. He stopped. "Anything wrong?" he asked.
Sharon shook her head, her face screwed up in a puzzled expression. "I have the feeling that something is going on. Call it woman's intuition, a sixth sense, or whatever. There's just something in the air. I can't put my finger on it.
"What is it? A panty raid? A mass streak? What?"
Duke chuckled. "It's hell week! A little harmless fun with the freshmen. A few will be pledged into the fraternity they have here.
"The freshmen are nervous and frightened. The others are looking forward to the fun and games," he explained.
She frowned. "I thought hazing was out as far as most schools go. Usually, it results in some nasty incidents."
He laughed. "That's what happens to you when you become a house mother! You worry too much! I've been here two years and nothing has happened yet."
"Nothing has happened yet!" Sharon insisted. "And what happens if something does?"
"When it happens, we'll worry about it," he answered. His voice reflected irritation about a matter he considered trivial.
Sharon, annoyed by his indifferent manner, left him. She didn't pursue the matter any further. It was only a waste of time. What else could she expect from this jock? Their credo was good clean fun never hurt anyone! Except when the horseplay turned into a disaster and someone did get hurt!
For the rest of the day, Sharon followed her regular routine. She taught class, stopped at the cafeteria for coffee at the end of the day, and returned to her room. She checked test papers and went over the following day's lessons. At six, there was supper. Then back to her room to watch TV.
The TV set was her own. The school had one in the lounge but viewing was confined to what the majority wanted to watch.
At nine-thirty, there was a feeble tapping at her door. She heard a voice weakly call to her. Hurrying to the door, she was shocked to see Owen Farnum standing there. His eyes were red from crying. Deep sobs wracked his body. He appeared to be in great pain. She reached out for his slumping body.
"Good Lord! What happened to you?" she cried out, her voice etched with concern. His appearance and the circumstances disturbed her.
As she helped him into her room, Owen had difficulty in walking. He cried out in pain with each step. Somehow, she managed to get him to her bed. Owen fell across the bed, face down. Accidentally, her hand brushed against his covered buttocks. A scream of agony tore from his throat.
She had left the door to her room open. She went back to close the door. A horrible thought occurred to her. Gently, Sharon unbuckled the belt on the boy's pants. Carefully, she lowered his pants and underwear. The sight appalled her. It was an atrocious and diabolical display of sadism.
Owen's buttocks and back of his thighs were covered with a scarlet blanket of welts. There was only one miserable bastard capable of such brutality! Wayne Trevors! Or if he didn't do it, he had a hand in it!
Sharon was trembling with fury as she picked up the phone. "Duke!" she shouted into the phone when her party answered. "You get your butt over here to my room now!" she demanded angrily. "I want to show you an example of what you consider good clean fun! And you better bring a doctor with you!"
She slammed the phone down. Going back to the bed, she sat down alongside of Owen. Tenderly, she stroked his head and spoke soothingly to him. The boy continued to sob.
Within ten minutes, there was a tap at the door. Duncan rushed in with a doctor. "What's the matter? What the hell happened?" he snapped.
He stopped at the sight on the bed. He stood looking, dumbfounded. "Who the hell did this to him?" he demanded. "When did it happen?"
The doctor continued to the bed to examine his patient. He spoke softly to the boy as he checked the affected areas.
Sharon suddenly felt unladylike. Angrily, she snapped at Duncan. "You know what burns my ass!" She didn't wait for his reply. "It's a flame this high!" She held her hand halfway up.
Without waiting for a response from Duncan, she continued to verbally swarm over him. "This poor kid's ass looks like it had a blowtorch applied to it. He was probably a pledgee for the great wonderful fraternity you have here.
"You're the dean of the boys! What are you going to do about this? Give this kid a purple heart? He's already got a backside that's going to be black and blue!
"Or are you going to award the perpetrators a loving cup for doing such a wonderful job?"
"You're acting like a hysterical woman!" he snapped back. "I'm just as P.O.'ed about this as you are! But stop climbing all over my tail as if I had something to do with this."
"You sure as hell did!" she barked back. "You condone this kind of nonsense."
The doctor looked up from his examination. "The two of you fighting isn't going to help this boy's condition. It won't change. He'll have to be moved to the infirmary."
Duncan knelt at the side of the bed. "Who did this to you?" he demanded. "Tell me! I'll crucify the bastards!"
"No! No!" Owen pleaded in a sobbing voice. "They'll only make things worse for me. Please, I don't want to tell! Please Miss Brookes, don't make me tell."
"Look, you can all interrogate him later," the doctor said. "I'll get a station wagon and we'll move him over to the infirmary."
"No, no! No infirmary!" Owen sobbed.
The doctor looked at Duncan and Sharon. "Evidently, you two have more influence with this kid. He needs medical attention. The best place is in the infirmary."
"Well, what are you going to do about this, Mr. Duncan?" Sharon's voice was icy.
"There's very little I can do. The boy won't accuse anyone and I can't take any action unless I know who the culprits are. You know that as well as I," he answered. "The important thing is making this kid go to the infirmary."
"Fortunately, today is Friday," Sharon said. "There's no school for two days over the weekend. Suppose we leave him here," she addressed the doctor. "You give me the medications the boy needs and the method of treatment and I'll take care of him. Would that solve the problem?"
The doctor considered the proposition. "Well, it's a bit irregular but I suppose it can be done. I gather that this incident isn't going to be reported. Putting the boy in the infirmary would only put this matter on record. It seems everyone wants to keep this matter quiet. I might as well become a conspirator also.
"All right! I'll get the medication and bring it back. It looks like you're really going to earn the status of house mother, Miss Brookes. Come on, Duke, you'll have to drive me back to the dispensary. I'll drive back myself with the medication."
When the men left, Owen said, "Thanks, Miss Brookes. If the guys found out about this, they'd never stop picking on me."
She stroked his head. "Don't worry, Owen, I'll take good care of you."
Her gaze rested on his balls and prick between his splayed legs. Aside from the maternal interest in taking care of his injury, she felt the lascivious longing stirring within her.
Normally, a young boy would be reluctant and embarrassed to have his private parts exposed to a woman. This wasn't a normal situation. Owen was more frightened and hurt than to be concerned about exposure of his sex parts. Sharon would tend to his medical needs diligently. She would also apply the same perseverance to seducing Owen.
The doctor returned with several bottles. One contained several pills, a mild sedative to help ease the pain. Another large bottle contained a solution to be mixed with water. This was for compresses to be applied at ten minute intervals every hour. The last item was an ointment to be put on after each compress. Sharon repeated his instructions and the doctor nodded approval.
"Good luck, Florence Nightingale! You're a dedicated woman! Not many other house mothers would do what you're doing," he said.
by the time the doctor had returned, Sharon managed to carefully undress Owen. She covered his body with a sheet. Just in case Owen had feelings of modesty. Although by now, his reaction to partial nakedness didn't bother him. He made no comment about Sharon viewing his private parts. He accepted it as normal in light of her medical treatment.
She, in the meantime, experienced the start of the lustful cravings. Tenderly, she applied the compress to Owen's buttocks. Casually, her hand descended from the young buttocks to the sac of flesh that sheltered the balls.
Owen flinched a little at the touch. "There, there," Sharon cooed. "I just want to make sure that your testicles weren't damaged. Just relax, Owen. You know I wouldn't hurt you."
Her fingers touched the tiny piece of flesh under the balls. Lightly, her fingers moved over the soft cock. It immediately lengthened. The boy's hips twitched in protest.
"Please don't do that, Miss Brookes! It's not right!" he said. He turned his head. She saw a pleading look in his eyes.
She interrupted her tactile exploration. She took his face between her hands. "You're such a wonderful boy, Owen. That was a terrible thing they did to you. I want to take care of you.
"You want to act like a man! To protect those animals that hurt you so badly! I'm only helping you. To be a man, you must know how to act with women. To know how to make love! All I want to do is help you. It will be our little secret. What we are going to do will give me a great deal of pleasure. And what I will teach you will be safer and better than with some young girl or prostitute."
She brought Owen's face closer and kissed him on the lips. He didn't resist. On a whim, Sharon inserted her tongue into his mouth. The boy responded in the same way. Her mouth rapaciously sought his tongue and hungrily sucked on it. They held this oral embrace for some time. Unwillingly, she interrupted this tender embrace. She went to her door and locked it. She removed her clothing and approached her patient.
Owen's eyes widened in surprised fear. "What ... what are you going to do, Miss Brookes?" His voice quavered.
Sharon smiled tenderly. "I'm going to teach you the joys of sex, Owen. Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you."
She lay down on the bed alongside of him. "You can still remain on your stomach. Just slide up on top of me," she invited.
Owen shifted his body. She felt his warm body against hers. His face rested on her lips. "Move down a little so that your mouth touches my tits," she instructed him.
He slid down her body. Her arms embraced his neck. "Now, feel my tits! Suck them! Do anything you want to them to learn what tits are like!" It was a subdued command.
His initial efforts were clumsy. He stared at the quarter-sized areolae that tipped the ample mounds. He examined the tiny node centered in the pink rounded tip. Owen's mouth closed over the nipple and tasted the erogenous papule.
An ecstatic shiver tingled Sharon's spine. She closed her eyes to heighten the thrill. As he sucked on one tit, his other hand explored the contours of her other breast.
A feeling of sexual euphoria filled her senses. No previous contact matched this moment of voluptuous rapture. His hard-on rested against her clitoris. The touch of his cock's head pressing on her tiny hard-on caused her to sigh. A blissful murmur whispered into his ear. "Mmmmmmmmm! You're doing fine, Owen!"
"Move your hand down to my cunt and feel how lovely it is," she told him.
He shifted his hand from her tit to her hairy slit. Her hips writhed in sensuous approval as his fingers reached her cunt. She felt his fingers pass along the dampened folds of the outer labia. The fingers continued to move into the vestibule of her cunt. Her breathing increased as her erotic pleasure intensified.
"Uuhmmmmm! That's good!" she moaned. "Keep it up. Move your fingers in and out faster. Right now, this is just a make believe fuck! Soon, we'll be doing the real thing!"
Her licentious inclination caused her to use the common words relating to sex. A perverse abandon came over her during these moments. She used the words to stimulate her feelings as well as the libido of any sex partner she had.
Owen's fingers frigged her snatch with increased fervor. His body rocked against hers as his fingers shuttled in and out of her hot pussy. The crown of his cock rubbed the tip of her clitoris. The friction from the contact caused venereal sparks to fly.
Deep within her cunt, Sharon felt the growing expansion of an orgasmic bubble ready to burst. A groan of appreciative approval tumbled from her lips.
"Ahhrrr!"
"Ooooo! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed hoarsely. "Can you feel my lovely come shooting down?"
"Yes! Yes!" he answered excitedly. "I'm coming also! What should I do?" His voice betrayed his panic. "I don't want to give you a baby."
She restrained a laugh. Such innocence! "Don't worry, dear. Nothing will happen!. Just let it shoot over my stomach!"
His cock rested on her clitoris. He shifted his hips a little. The sensation of his orgasm throbbed against her stomach. The spasms that shook his cock! The contact of his youthful hot come spattering over her stomach! Sharon was aware of each erotic touch.
Owen was pressed closer to Sharon. His cock rested in a pool of his come. The hot sperm was cooling and sticky. She didn't mind. All she could think of was the pressure of his flaccid peter on her stomach.
"That was wonderful, Owen," she complimented him. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"
"Yes, Miss Brookes! I ... I never did anything like that before," he confessed in embarrassment.
"I bet that was better than masturbating," she said. Then she quickly added to spare him further embarrassment. "I know that all young boys your age masturbate. Even grown-up men do it. There's nothing wrong with that. But this way is better."
He turned down-cast eyes at her statement. She realized that her comment about masturbating had struck a negative responsive chord.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Owen!" she apologized. "I just wanted to show you that we can have fun together with sex. Anytime you feel the urge to masturbate, come and see me. All right!"
He nodded, still averting her look. Tenderly, she reached down, cupping his chin. She raised his face. "It's getting late and you've had a rough night. I'm going to put another compress on your backside. Then put some more of that ointment on. After that, I'm going to give you one more sex lesson. Then we can get some rest. Okay?"
Owen answered her smile. "You're the nurse, Miss Brookes!"
Sharon grinned. The boy was learning fast. She treated the abused ass with the compress and added the ointment. When she finished with her medical chores, Sharon helped Owen off the bed.
"You're going to enjoy this treatment," she told him. She knelt between his legs. Carefully, she placed one hand on his back to support him. Sharon made certain she didn't touch any part of his bruised buttocks.
Her other hand cupped his balls in a gentle caress. She had wiped his cock and her stomach off from the come when she got the compress. His cock was smooth and clean. Her gentle manipulation of his balls triggered his prick. It stood out, straight and hard.
Softly, she stroked the stiff piece of flesh. Owen gasped in surprise as his cock disappeared into her mouth. Her mind drifted back to her encounter at the camp with the other fifteen year old boy. How similar their cocks were! How virgin they were!
Her tongue bent into a slight furrow as she lapped on the crown of his cock. The tip of her lingual brush rolled over the tiny indentation where his come would eventually erupt. Altering her oral attack, she slid her tongue down along the shaft. The descent brought her mouth down to Owen's balls. Gently, she sucked in a ball at a time. Her tongue lavished lascivious affection on each one.
She switched back to the shaft of his prick. Her teeth nibbled with soft bites, covering the entire length of his small dick. Owen's body swayed a little. Sharon pressed his crotch closer to her face. His cock was fully impaled within her hungry mouth.
The tingling vibrant sensations teased her nerve fibers. It was a psychological phenomenon. Contact with the erogenous parts of a young boy thrilled her as much as having intercourse with them. With the actual fucking, the erotic sensuality was more intense. Yet, the other sexual acts still brought on a different type of voluptuous delirium.
Sharon kept her lips tightly compressed against his cock. Slowly, she twisted her head, rotating the sealed lips around the shaft. As though she was removing a bottle cap. While she agitated his hard-on in this manner, her tongue teased the shaft.
Instinctively, Owen started to rock his hips. His breathing became more rapid. Sharon knew that any second, a geyser of come would erupt from his fleshy tube. She began to toy with his balls. The round agates would shift just before the climactic paroxysms. Her mouth and tongue increased the tempo of her oral teasing. Any moment now!
He groaned in anguished rapture. "Ohhhhh! Miss Brookes! I'm going to come! I'm coming!"
Before he made the announcement, Sharon was aware of the orgasm. His groan and the shift in his balls warned her of the eruption of ecstasy he was experiencing. Four rapid bursts shot into her mouth. The cream-like aliment filled her oral vessel. She tasted the sweet nectar of his come.
The contractions became less violent. She pressed her lips against his shrinking pintle to drain out the last drops of his orgasm.
"Wasn't that nice?" she asked.
Owen smiled down on her. "I like you Miss Brookes! You're very nice. I'd do anything for you."
Sharon was impressed by his pledge of fidelity. When he fully recovered from his injury, their sessions should prove more exciting. Her mind filled with all kinds of erotic situations.
"Thank you, Owen," she replied. "And I like you. It's very late. Let's go to bed."
She lay on her back alongside of him. Owen slept on his stomach. As they lay in bed, his hand rested on her cunt. She smiled in the dark. By Sunday, he should be well enough to fuck her. He was a very quick and eager pupil.
Sharon wondered what Duncan would say if he knew what she was doing? For that matter, her position at the school was in peril. She had seduced two minors. Somehow, she wasn't too concerned. She knew Owen and Wayne were silent disciples. Their silence had been bought with her gifts of sex. A hint of scandal and no more sex! There was also the threat of expulsion! That possibility was more of a danger to Wayne than Owen. Wayne's football career hinged on his remaining at school to show off his athletic prowess.
A blissful sigh escaped her lips. Owen's hand rested quietly on her cunt. It was such a pleasant sensation. Too bad he wasn't frigging her! Oh, well, there was still Saturday and Sunday! She looked at the luminous dials on the clock on the night table.
It was time to put another compress on her patient's ass. She slipped out of bed to minister to him. Afterwards, she could get back into bed and place Owen's hand back where it had been. Quietly patting her cunt!