Yes, Regina Blue was a lesson to be savored! Regretfully, the teacher dared not spend as much time on his studies as he would have liked. The spectre of the Parents’ Association, the Principal, the School Board, and the legal concept of “Statutory Rape” hovered over the scene, hurrying the individual instruction he was administering. He proceeded through the preliminary precepts -- The Fingertips, the Tongue and the Lips as Tactile Stimulators; Basic Manipulations of the Nipple, the Clitoris and the Penis; Elementary Anal Investigation: General Survey of Erogenous Zones; etc.—-at a fast pace which allowed only the most surface introductions to these topics.
Fortunately, Regina Blue was the most apt of pupils. She had a natural grasp of the subject, and an instinctive appreciation of the inter-relationship of the various sub-topics. In no time at all she had mastered the basics and was ready for advanced instruction.
“Are you going to put that there?” The young virgin trembled.
“Yes.” He parted her throbbing thighs and moved into position over her.
“But it’s so big!”
“Thank you.”
“And I’m so small!”
“I know.” He licked his lips in anticipation.
“It will never fit!” Regina Blue was positive.
“Now, I’m the teacher and you’re the pupil. Trust me.” He moistened the tip of his penis with a drop of saliva on his fingertip. Then he separated the lips of her honeypot with his thumbs and forced his way in an inch or so. Shanker! Is she ever tight! He paused a moment, feeling her slippery clitty flutter against the top of his member. “How does that feel?” he inquired aloud.
“Good.” Regina Blue wriggled, excited by the contact. “What happens now?”
His answer was nonverbal. He grasped her high, plump buttocks and steadied her as he forced still further entry. He paused only when the tip of his joyrod encountered an obstacle.
The green eyes were very wide now. They sparked with a combination of passion and curiosity and fear. And Regina Blue found that her body wouldn’t remain still, that it persisted in writhing and rising and shivering with the thrills which chased one another over its hot surface.
The teacher slid back a little, took a firmer hold on her derriere, and then lunged forward violently. The flesh of her hymen was rudely torn and a few drops of blood spattered over the carpet. Regina Blue was no longer a virgin!
She screamed with the sharp pain. The teacher quickly covered her mouth, muffling the howl. Albert Shanker! Hope nobody heard that! Listening fearfully, his mind raced. Somehow he’d have to sneak the carpet out and have the bloodstains removed and sneak it back into the school.
Regina Blue was no longer screaming. The pain had subsided and her body relaxed. He removed his hand from her mouth.
“That hurt!” she said accusingly.
“It was necessary. How does it feel now?”
“Not bad.” Regina Blue sounded surprised. “A little sore.”
“Perhaps I should stop.” His voice lacked conviction.
“That sore it’s not!” Regina Blue assured him. He leaned clown and kissed her. Their tongues duelled. Her nipples burned against his chest. His penis slid easily in to the hilt. Her legs came up instinctively and wrapped around his waist. His testicles bounced hard against the bottom of her derriere as he pursued the attack, falling into a fast, piston-like rhythm.
Regina Blue was quick to pick up the tempo. Her hips rose and the cushion of her firm bottom bounced on the carpet. Then he was deep inside her, straining, not moving, and her whole body arched instinctively to receive him. With the gush of his release, Regina Blue felt the triggering of her own wellspring, and the room spun crazily as her intense orgasm merged with his.
When it was over, the teacher fell back on the rug beside her, drained. Regina Blue sat up and looked down at him. “Is that all?” she inquired.
“For now,” he gasped. “This is pretty risky, you know.”
“Oh.” Regina Blue pouted, openly disappointed. Then—“What about the other part?” she asked.
“What other part? What do you mean?”
“The other part of being a professional prostitute. The Economics of the profession.”
“Economics?” That topic hadn’t been on the teacher’s agenda.
“What you said before about charging money,” Regina Blue reminded him.
“But you haven’t really started your career yet,” he protested.
“It seems to me I have. I’d call this ‘On-the-Job Training’. Apprentices always get paid for that.” She bent over him and stroked his limp penis casually.
“I’ve never had to pay for it before!” the teacher told her huffily.
“I’ve never had intercourse before,” Regina Blue reminded him. “I know I’m a novice, but it seems to me there should be a premium on virgins. I mean they’re pretty rare, and in my Economics One class I learned that scarcity has an upward effect on the market price.” She palmed his testicles in her two hands and squeezed them gently.
“Oh, hell!” It occurred to the teacher that she could make quite a stink. “How about two bucks.”
“Ten.” Regina Blue squeezed his testicles a little harder.
“Call it five.” He reached for the wallet in his pants lying beside him.
“I said ten!” Her hands were a vise growing tighter and tighter.
“OUCH!” His eyes filled with sudden tears at the unexpected pain. “Hey! That hurts! Let go!”
“Ten!” Regina Blue maintained the pressure.
“All right! All right!” He handed her ten dollars.
Regina Blue released his balls and patted them gently. She stood up and quickly put on her clothes.
“Thank you for your advice,” she said formally, starting for the door. “And thank you for pointing the direction to the career for which I’m best suited.”
She unlocked the door and opened it. “Goodbye, Mr. Chips!”
Mr. Chips watched Regina Blue leave. Holy Shanker! he thought to himself. Teaching really is the most rewarding profession! There's nothing like guiding the feet of the young onto the proper path. Another career launched, he told himself smugly. His next thought as the door closed behind Regina Blue was more dramatic:
A whore is born!
CHAPTER TWO
Faith Springs Eternal!
When Faith Venable was seventeen (the same year as Regina Blue) she was a senior at Miss Wilkins F inishing School for Young Ladies. Like Regina-—will wonders never cease? Faith, too, was a virgin. Her brother Dwight Venable, two years younger, attended the exclusive Beauregard Military Academy where strict girl-lessness insured virginity without deterring other forms of erotic experimentation among the adolescent cadets. That summer was the first since early childhood that Faith and Dwight were not shipped off to separate -- and as might be expected—gender-segregated camps.
The children were orphans. Their parents had been killed in an airliner crash when they were mere toddlers. Their upbringing was taken over by the Hemisphere Guaranty Bank and Trust Company, which also administered the considerable fortune left in trust to them. The trust was the particular responsibility of Calvin Cabot, Esq., a member of the Board of Directors and an officer of the bank. He was also the legal guardian of the Venable children.