"Right onnnnn!" Tim yelled out.
Plunging deep up into the warm, forbidden passage, Tim felt the last of his own not insubstantial control deserting him. He groaned his own gloating ecstasy as his warm thick semen burst from the lust-bloated balls to fill Jo's lewdly violated anal depths. He bucked and hunched without mercy above her, his groans swelling into uncontrollably wild passion. Finally he'd achieved the thing he'd wanted. He had fucked Miss Daniels in the ass. He had truly and completely and totally subjugated her and he knew that no matter how many young boys or how many men she might fuck in the future or might have fucked in the past, this was one act that couldn't be taken away from him, one deed that could never be erased from the record.
Then, feeling her sag beneath him, Tim collapsed over Jo's prostrate form, drained and spent, still enthralled in the climactic ecstasy of his accomplishment.
Chapter 5
When the boys had left Jo showered and lay across her bed, not bothering to put any clothes on. When she was in the nude she felt freer somehow. Her mind was troubled, though. Now that the word was out she knew other boys would join in the group. But what if their parents found out? The thought caused her concern. Perhaps she ought to get out of this place. There was nothing holding her anyway.
Making a decision, she got up, dressed and packed. None of the furnishings in the apartment belonged to her anyway. For the next few hours she loaded her suitcases and the one trunk she had into the back seat of her car. She made a stop by her office and had it cleaned out in less time than it took her to clean out her apartment. Her one last chore was to type a note and leave it on the doctor's desk. He would understand, she hoped.
When she got back into her car, she started driving. A day later she was 300 miles away and the distance made her feel safer. While she was sitting in a roadside cafe she saw a bus drive by full of young boys.
When the waitress brought her a refill on her coffee Jo asked, "That bus-the one that just went by-is there a private school near here?"
"Yes ma'am. There's a school for rich kids over on the other side of the lake. None of the kids ever come in here though. They keep them pretty close to the school all the time. So we ain't never bothered with them."
Jo smiled her thanks. The thought of all those boys made her shiver. Ohhhh, she thought wouldn't it be nice to have a pick of the lot from a group such as that.
He wants to fuck me, Jo realized, a tremor of excitement running through her.
She sat in the office of Dale Newcomb, principal of the exclusive Lakeside School for Boys, interviewing for a job as psychologist-counselor.
Dale Newcomb. was a tall, good-looking man of forty, but the amazing thing about him was his youthful appearance. He was trim, muscular, and his face had the perpetual young boy look. His black, hair did show tinges of gray at the temples, but that was the only outward show of age. He wore an informal white sport shirt, open at the neck, and tan slacks.
Jo was amazed at her feelings. It was as though he were a young boy and she wanted to make him. She had never before been so aroused by a mature man.
It was his eyes, too, that attracted her; dark brown and so intense they were hypnotic. Strangely, although she had met this man only an hour ago, Jo felt that she had known him for years. She felt irresistibly drawn to him.
He glanced up and looked at her directly. "You know, I have the oddest feeling that we've known each other a long time."
Jo smiled. "I have the same feeling."
"Really?" His hypnotic eyes were boring into hers. He gave a short laugh. "It must be chemistry." He shuffled papers on his desk. "Well, I think we're almost finished with this part of the interview."
She breathed a little faster.
Later, after she had been hired, Jo was assigned a temporary lodging with one of the teachers. Jo got her luggage from the rear of her car, unlocked the cottage door, and entered. The living room was comfortably and tastefully furnished.
In the bedroom a virtually naked girl was brushing her hair.
The girl turned at sound of the front door opening, holding the hairbrush suspended.
"Hi," she called out. "Come on in."
As the girl swung around, Jo saw that she was an attractive, chestnut-haired girl of about her own age, with large tits, wide-spaced and gorgeous.
"I'm Jenny Crosby. You must be Jo Daniels."
Jo smiled and nodded. "That's right."
Jenny nodded toward one of the two beds. "That's your bed there."
Jo crossed to it and sat down. She was still feeling horny from her encounter with the principal while he was interviewing her.
The two girls chatted while Jo unpacked. When she had taken a shower and dressed, Jenny suggested they go out to eat
While they ate, Jenny filled Jo in on the school. "No men here at all, other than Dale and the maintenance man. Course he's too old to give us a tumble. Must be sixty-five or so."
Jo liked her openness about sex. It seemed to be on her mind all the time.
"Watch that Dale. He'll screw you at the drop of a hat. Hell, I bet he's screwed every teacher here."
"Including you?" the question slipped out before Jo had intended it to. Now, she smiled trying to cover her embarrassment.
Jenny returned her smile. "Hell yes, including me. And he's damned good."
Later, back at the cottage, Jenny said, "How about a drink before settling in for the night?"
"Wonderful!" Jo smiled.
"What'll it be? Scotch or bourbon?"
"Bourbon, please. But, look, let me help…"
"No. Sit still. Tonight you're the guest and I'm the hostess. Be back in a minute."
Jenny went into the kitchen and Jo put her head back on the divan. Her skirt rode up almost to her crotch and she left it there. It had been some day. She couldn't possibly manage to remember all the people she had met. Names and faces all jumbled together. Later, she knew, the names would start fitting the faces so why wonder or worry about it now, she decided. She would relax and enjoy her drink with Jenny. And she liked Jenny. She was glad she had been accepted as her roommate.
She never knew what was coming next with Jenny. And she was glad Jenny was so open about sex. Or, at least she appeared to be. She had talked openly about it when Jo had first been introduced to her. They had sat and discussed it.
Now, Jo wondered aloud, what next?
She got the answer soon after Jenny returned with their drinks. They toasted each other, drank, and placed their glasses on the coffee table.
Jo said, "Jenny, when we were returning from dinner I noticed a lot of older boys on the campus. What's the age range of the students?"
"From twelve to seventeen." Jenny picked up her drink, took another sip, and placed it back onto the table. She suddenly laughed. "You get turned on by these boys?"
Jo blushed visibly.
"Hey," Jenny said suddenly, "don't let it shake you. I do, too. Hell, I even make a game of it. You know, it's really fun having those seventeen-year-olds in class. I show them as much leg as I can without making it seem that I'm doing it deliberately. It pays off."
"Pays off?"
Again Jenny laughed. "If a boy leaves one of my classes without a hard-on, I feel the hour has been a failure."
"But isn't it dangerous letting them leave with their… you know."
"Shit no. The classes are staggered. After leaving my English class they go into a class in medieval history taught by one of the old bags Before five minutes have passed their pricks are limp again."
Jo giggled nervously and took a sip from her drink. "Do you ever allow-I mean, do you ever have-well, any personal relations with the older boys?"
"Do you mean do I ever let one of them fuck me?"