Chapter 5
It was absolutely amazing. No one was even aware of it as it happened. The faculty at Gerrard School for Girls was pleased that they had been able to save this girl from being in some horrible place when her parents went to the Orient.
Of course, no one had ever asked what part of the Orient. Nevertheless, it was assumed that when Roseann Tunney said she had been saved by coming here, that it was true. She captivated the hearts of the faculty. Her way of asking them how they were was the first step.
By the second week of Roseann's attendance at the school, Roseann was privy to relationships that many of the seniors did not enjoy. She went into the administrative offices in the school just to talk. She could go to the teachers without an appointment, and never asked for one. The usual rules did not apply for Roseann.
The girls liked her. She was fun to be with and she was bright. She would always come up with something to break the boredom. The truth of it was that there was no boredom when one stayed around Roseann. She didn't allow it.
When she met the teachers on Monday, Roseann had each sized up rather efficiently before the bell rang. She liked the look of Alex Drysdale, but she noticed that he did not look with the roving eye that she appreciated most. She liked someone who was free with his affection. She did not like ties on her.
When she met Mr. Gallows, Roseann was astounded. She had never expected little Lucy to land such a man. However, the stories got around to her very soon, and she agreed that he was a lost cause for her. She liked men who appreciated her expertise.
There were two men who caught her imagine. The athletic coach was one who seemed very eager for some sport. His name was Guy Welger and he was the picture of what everyone assumed such a person would look like. He had thick blonde hair and bulging muscles.
More than the outline of his appearance, however, was the look in his eye. He worked with the girls when they were as undressed as any teacher would see them. Granted, in this very proper atmosphere, there might be quite a bit more than average gym uniforms, but it was less than the regular uniform.
Roseann watched the way he looked at her when they were introduced. His eyes swept up and down her body, and as he was telling her that this was a lovely place to learn tennis and such, his eyes were glued to her bosom. Good sign, thought Roseann.
Next, Mark Henner was a good possibility. He taught mathematics and he joked about learning that one and one make two in his class. Roseann could not help making a smart comment to test him, and he passed the test with flying colors.
As they were talking about math, she simply fluttered her eyelashes and said, "I have learned, lately, that one and one can sometimes makes three, if one is not careful."
The look was in her eye, and Mark Henner read it correctly. He raised his eyebrows and retorted.
"You're very right, Roseann. However, one learns care. That's part of the course, too."
Oh, yes, this was going to be a good semester. Whatever was left of it. As Mr. Henner walked away, she watched his medium frame and wondered how big his cock was. He might have a good one. You couldn't always tell by looking at a guy. Why, one boy she had known was very deceiving in that respect. He was over six feet tall and his dick measured only three inches. Nonetheless, it still worked nicely.
Lucy wasn't aware of it, but she and Roseann spent much more time together than did any other pair of lower and upper classmates. It was considered an elevation when one reached the junior year and moved over to the newer residence. Lower students were not allowed in the residence, but that did not stop Roseann from inviting Lucy to her room.
Lucy felt a bit strange at first, but when no one said anything, she became a regular at both dorms. Roseann had a reason for inviting Lucy to her room. She wanted to show her the things that she had brought with her.
"You see, now that you've joined the ranks, you can appreciate these things a bit more."
She then proceeded to bring out her array of implements and objects. She had several boxes of condoms. One box was in Day-Glo colors. They had a ball pulling one out and stretching it over the dildo that Roseann unpacked next.
Roseann picked up the rubber dildo and commented very seriously.
"A dildo with a rubber on it reminds me of someone who wears a hat on top of a wig. There's nothing to protect against in either case."
They laughed as they looked at the rest, the photos, large and small, books that Roseann recommended as pretty good. There were some jars of cream, and Roseann explained that this one was when you wanted a guy to last a long time.
"There's an anesthetic in it. I found out from a guy who used it. He was a pharmacist."
"This one is just for kicks. Sometimes, it's fun just to jack a guy off."
"You mean make him come in your hands?"
"Yeah. Then, you put some of this stuff on, and it is supposed to feel really great to the guy."
Lucy was interested, but she was consumed with the desire to be fucked. She could not forget the feeling of that giant cock in her pussy, and she wanted that more than anything. Still she got a kick out of looking at the different things, and they shared a good laugh over the dildo.
Lucy wasn't laughing that hard, however. It was the one thing she was interested in besides the rubbers. Roseann convinced her that they were necessary to keep having fun without the worry.
But the dildo. That was something special. It was a fake cock. If she could get one for herself, that would be great. She could use it anytime that she wanted to be fucked. It would sure be better than her fingers.
"Where could I get one of these things, Ro?"
"You want one of these?"
"Yeah. It should be good when there's no one else around."
"Okay. Why don't you take it? I'll get another one."
"No, I don't want to take your dildo. Just tell me how to get one."
"Look, Lucy, you know a lot, but not that much. I'll get one for myself. You take this one."
Lucy left happy, her secret treasure under her blouse. She had a strange desire to carry it in her drawers, but she figured that it might fall out, and that would be terrible.
With the school at her disposal, it wasn't difficult for Roseann to go wherever she chose to. Since she was a junior, she had one free period a day, and no one ever caught Roseann in the library.
The chemistry of the place was right for what happened. The girls were involved with their own pranks, and a good number of them were involved with boys and men. Almost everyone of the teachers had a girl or girls from the school that he was banging.
The girls liked Roseann, and they crowded around her for the funny stories, and later, when she decided it was time, the pictures and the books. The girls respected her for the way she got her way. She never alienated anyone.
The school, however was beginning to change. The girls got more involved with literature of a more basic nature, and it wasn't uncommon for two or three girls in the English class to be hiding pocketbooks during the class, and reading them.
Roseann was careful that the books were never out of her control after school. She did not want them to be borrowed and then lost. They were books that she liked to read, and she didn't want to have them confiscated.
No one minded the way that she programmed the books. She was very honest about her feeling on loaning out her books.
"You can have 'Hot Balls' when Sally is finished with it, and then I get a turn at it again. I like that one especially."
There was a more basic feeling around the entire establishment. One of the female faculty found one of the books, but she did not report it. She read it during her lunch break, and returned it to the spot where she had found it. After that, Roseann made sure that there was always a book circulating in this area.
At first, Roseann did this to be friendly, but as soon as everyone was hooked on reading the books, she began her strategy.
"Well, these books are expensive. I have to pay premium price for them. If everyone pays a slight rental charge, say five cents a book, I can get more books."
No one questioned that, and they eagerly paid the nickel that was raised to a dime almost immediately.
"My source just informed me of a price increase. Can't be helped."
The weekends were fun, but there was more involvement with drinking and partying. Roseann was soon privy to the apartment that was used for rendezvous and was invited to use it without contribution to the rent. Even Vera could not find fault with that.
Roseann was handling the situation very nicely. After the third day at the school, she decided that she had been out of action long enough. Why, the last time she had any was on the night before she left home. That had been four days ago.
She decided that Mark Henner would be a prime target for the first expedition. During her math class, she frowned and fretted over one problem, and asked if she could come back for a lesson later on.
"Why, of course. When is your free period?"
"After lunch, which means that it really is two free periods."
"Oh, yes, I see what you mean."
"Why don't we go out on the grounds and learn in the spring air?"
"Lovely. I will meet you under the large elm tree."
Roseann went down to the kitchen and asked for two large roast beef sandwiches and some fruit, and the women wrapped them up for her. They assumed that it was for the faculty. No one ever asked and Roseann just didn't volunteer the information. Anyway, one of them was for the faculty.
Roseann ran back to her room on her way to the elm tree. She got the bottle of red wine that she had brought with her. She liked to have some with her lunch and had not had any since she left home.
When they met at the tree, Mark Henner had a blanket under his arm.
' It might still be damp on the ground. I mean, it might distract us while I am trying to teach you that solution."
The repast was set out and though he blinked at the bottle of wine, Mark opened the screw-top bottle. They had a quick lunch, and lingered with the wine. It was strong and took effect rather quickly.
Roseann did not waste any time after that. She was horny and wanted some action. She was lying on her side, facing Mark. She noticed that there was a view from the school office window of this tree.
"Can we get to someplace on the grounds where there is no view?"
"The other side of the tree. You wouldn't believe it. The bark is so fat and the branches obstruct the view."
They quickly went round to the other side of the tree, and as they were rearranging the blanket and such, Roseann brushed against Mark. She felt the outline of his penis and it was growing as she felt it.
They were in each others' arms then. Mark grabbed the perky girl, and crushed his lips against hers. Immediately, her tongue forced its way through his lips and she signaled her desire for him.
Mark's hands were roaming all over her, and she loved it. The uniform was a bit bulky, but he went inside the jacket and got inside the blouse. He squeezed her breasts and kneed her crotch. Roseann rubbed herself on his knee. She was hot for some cock, and she did not choose to wait.
"Come on, let's get to it."
Mark was shocked at her forward actions, but he let her unzip his pants and fish around for his cock. She had him functionally naked in just a moment, and held onto the thick shaft eagerly.
"Oh, he looks nice. I thought that you'd be nice, like this. Wow, it's great."
Actually, he wasn't bad at that. There was a good seven inches of cock to deal with, and better yet, it was thick, very thick. She rubbed along the shaft and pulled the skin very taut as she did so.
"Oh, I can hardly wait for him to be there."
She put a very strong accent on the word "there," and Mark took his cue. He went under her skirt and pulled her panties down, so that she was free of them.
Fortunately for the advancement of the course "Sexual Intercourse," the school still required stockings. They did not want pantyhose worn, and all of the girls wore garter belts. With slips, of course, but no thin flimsy ones.
Roseann kicked off her heavy shoes and spread her legs. She was signaling to Mark that it was time to play very seriously. She closed her eyes as he rubbed around on her clitoris.
However, his touch was more teasing than satisfying, and she could wait no longer.
"Let's lie down for a bit, and see if they fit together."
Of course, she was being facetious and Mark laughed when she smiled as she said it. He was quite excited himself, and he could feel the blood throbbing through his penis.
"Just make sure that we're in line with the bark of the tree, and it's all okay."
They slid to the blanket, and Roseann went down with her legs wide open. She was longing to have that big dick shoved in her, and there was no substitute for that.
She reached for his cock again, and this time, she nosed the tip against her puffed lips. The wetness was chilling her in the spring air, but it was titillating nonetheless.
Mark realized what she was doing, and he proceeded to become even more excited than he was. This girl merely wanted to be fucked with his cock, and she made no bones about it. There was no pretense. He liked that. He liked to fuck a lot, himself, and this attitude that they shared saved time for action.
"I'm glad to see that you're an action gir!
We can get a lot in, in our time.
"Just get your cock in this time. We'll worry about later, afterwards."
Roseann squeezed his veined cock for emphasis and Mark moaned with the extreme pleasure that he was feeling. He took over from there, and took hold of his own cock. He made sure that it was directly in the center of his mark and then gave a great shove. He pushed again, and Roseann wrapped her legs around his back.
"I like it better that way. Better penetration."
It was more like a comment on the technique, much as one comments on why one prefers black socks to white socks. Just the same, Roseann continued with her actions and she heaved herself higher on his cock as she did so. She was very hot to get all of it in, and right now, only half of the thick monster was home.
Mark grabbed hold of her cheeks and thrust deeply into her. He rammed most of his thickness into her, and they groaned together. The pleasure was intense and welcomed.
"Oh, you keep doing that and I'm going to make it right away. I've needed this."
Mark did not waste his time replying. He shoved again, and this time he made it all the way. He felt the wet and tight sheath tighten even further on him. She was working her well trained muscles over his cock and giving him a ride.
The pair fucked steadily on the blanket, the only sounds being those of their bodies slapping together, and the squish of their juices mingling. Roseann was very intent on getting off and she was totally involved with the wonderful feeling of a cock inside her.
"I swear, I should never let it go for this long. I can't get enough of it when I start again."
Roseann was commenting on her very agitated state to Mark and he could only nod in response. His response was more to the effect of stroking faster and harder. He could feel the sensations around his cock and it seemed to him that this little firebomb was going to go off any second.
"You say when, hon."
"You'll know when it's 'when'. "
"Okay, from here on its your game."
Roseann liked hearing the words, and she concentrated on the flesh sawing in and out of her. It was awakening every fiber in her body, and she liked the tactile exercise. It was making her more aware of the thrill that was beginning to strike her nerve endings.
She lapsed into a selfish pattern of rocking on his cock, rotating herself over and over it, getting every bit she could.
"Oh, I hope you can take it, because this is something that I like to do. Especially when it's been a while since I've had it."
Mark was trying to hold onto himself, and remain calm, but she was getting so active with him that it was difficult. He slowed his pace, but that only made her increase her movements.
Fortunately, Roseann realized that they did not have that much time for more than this if she lingered, and she forced herself to concentrate on coming. She had been ready since he had first penetrated her, but she was too selfish to let go then.
"Okay, let's go to it. For good."
Roseann gave him the word, and Mark adjusted his hands underneath her. He got a tighter hold on her and began to thrust hard and fast. He pistoned his hips to get way inside her, and when his balls started to slap against her firm ass, he knew that he was going to make it rather quickly.
Roseann climbed even higher on his cock and rotated her body over it, too. She could feel the electric sparks shooting through her, and then, just one more, and she made it.
"Oh, damn it! Drive it home!"
As she came, Roseann became wilder than she had been and forced Mark into his own orgasm. The forceful contractions that he was experiencing around his penis were more than he could stand.
The heat was surfacing for him, and then, he was giving her the balm that she required of him. He shoved higher into her and deposited all the sweet treasure he had for her that day.
The milky fluid was being forced out of him onto the both of them as they moved frantically in the heat of the climax. Roseann had him by the shoulders and even through his jacket and shirt, her nails were making marks on him. She was wild until the last tingle of feeling died in her, and Mark was spent entirely. As she relaxed her grip on him and let her legs fell to the blanket, she smiled up at
"You really know how to fuck. This should be most pleasant. Learning what you teach, The wine made Mark a bit sleepy, however, and he was falling into a light slumber. Her own sense of timing was dulled a bit by the wine, and they lay there still coupled for a
It was fortunate that when the class came out to play soccer, that Coach Welger blew his whistle. It was sharp and shrill, and woke the two of them instantly.
"What, what's going on?"
Mark was a bit disoriented, but Roseann recovered quickly.
"Shit. We fell asleep, and the gym period has started. Get up."
Mark rolled over and zipped his pants as he lay on the ground. The girls were still on the school side of the giant tree and they had not seen them yet. Roseann thought quickly. She saw an opportunity, and straightened herself. She left her panties off.
"You go back with the books. I'll wait until you're in the building before I walk out of here."
Mark Henner didn't argue. He was caught up in her charisma, too, and did not question her directions. He straightened himself and blew her a kiss.
"Lovely afternoon, nonetheless."
He walked away, calmly and without care. When he got abreast of the gym class, he waved to Mr. Welger and the coach waved back. So much done, now, only to wait for the rest.
Roseann watched from her shelter as Guy Welger started the girls in a game of soccer. He put the ball in the middle and kicked it out onto the playing field. The girls started to move and yell, and some dodged the ball entirely, in fear of being kicked, if too close to the ball.
As the girls played, the teacher took a position on the side lines and made it look as though he was watching their form at the game. Well, it was true that he was watching form, but it was the one inside their clothes that he was interested in.
The whole game was getting closer to where Roseann was sitting, and had it not been for the safely of the tree, the teacher would have spotted her long before now. However, she was quite close to him and since she was watching him rather closely, the magnetism of her stare caught him.
He turned to where she was sitting, and she waved at him. He looked at the girls and then came over to where she was.
"How are you enjoying the school, Miss Tunney?"
"Oh, I'm getting to like it better every day."
"That's something that a teacher likes to hear. It's nice to see the girls involved in what they are doing. Liking it that way."
Roseann spotted his chief fault immediately. He liked to think that he could talk glibly. Instead, a group of words came out that didn't hang together very well. It seemed obvious that his talent lay more in his brawn than brain.
That was no matter to Roseann. She was looking only for action, and usually, muscles and sports meant a better body. Athletes could fuck for hours, she had heard. What a nice way to find out. Actual experience.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Welger, I know that I'm going to really like your class. You manage the girls so well."
"Oh, thank you. I feel that it is my job to see that the games are played the right way to insure that they learn the game and the fairness. You know."
"Sure. Like I said before. You do your stuff very well."
Roseann made sure that she flexed her back muscles and thrust her chest forward to a point where he couldn't avoid it. He didn't want to, either. He noticed the boobs in front of his face and just stared. He wasn't very clever at covering his preoccupation.
"Uh, Mr. Welger, do you have a moment? I would like to ask you something."
"Of course. What is it?"
"Well, I think that I strained my shoulder. I can't move my arm any more than this. See?"
Roseann rotated her arm and shoulder back, thrusting her chest into his face. Then she moaned at a certain spot and feigned the inability to flex it further.
"Oh, it hurts terribly when I do that. Do you think you could do something for me? Massage or something?"
Guy Welger's eyes were fairly popping from his head. He was totally lost in her bosom, and seemed not to have heard what she said. Roseann looked down to his pants and saw that there was a bulge there. Wonderful.
"If you could only help me. Like, maybe you could grab hold of this part and rotate it like this."
Roseann put his hand on her upper arm and held it there. Then she began to rotate her arm so that his hand brushed hard against her breast. She made the pressure as much as she could and watched his face get redder and redder. His pants were straining.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Welger. That feels so much better, really. Mmmmm."
Roseann watched him try to speak, but he couldn't manage it. She kept up her movements and edged closer to him all the time. In another moment, she was right up close to him. Her leg was touching his pants, and she "tripped" and fell against the hard pouch.
"Oh, oh, uh, I think that's all, uh, I.. . "
Welger was totally unhinged from the contact. Roseann pressed her thigh against his pants and felt a sizeable cock through the clothes. She was dying to see what it looked like without anything covering it.
Though she knew that she would have to let go of him very soon, Roseann was loathe to do so. She was still rather hot from the first encounter with Mark Henner. That was an appetizer for her. She wanted more, and oven more after that.
Roseann was fully up against him now, and she lingered a moment longer, just to get his eye.
"I hope that you can teach me some things that I'm slow in learning."
"I'd be happy to."
His voice was squeaking and Roseann enjoyed what she had done to him. She pressed her knee between his legs and ground against his cock.
"I mean, it might mean extra time for you. I can be very slow, sometimes."
"Oh, that would be fine, just fine."
Roseann knew that she had to get back in school, and so she decided that this had been enough for the first time with Welger. She would have loved to have fucked with him right there, but there wasn't the time.
Instantly, Roseann let go of his hand and pulled herself away from him. His hard-on seemed enormous, pressing against his pants. Roseann allowed herself a last look before she picked up her books and started to leave. As she did so, she spoke to the coach.
"Oh, you did wonders for my shoulder. I bet you could do even better for some other parts of me."
The last time she looked at Welger, he was swinging on the tree branch, and the girls had stopped their game to watch what he was doing. He started yelling something about spontaneous athletics and gymnastics being the most helpful, and Roseann laughed to herself.
This was a lovely school, and it was getting better all the time.