4 comments/ 48507 views/ 4 favorites The New Summer School Ch. 01 By: Alex Finch Chris had done a lot of preparation for the interview. Ravine Point Preparatory was a highly exclusive private high school, tucked away deep in the woods of Virginia. Small classes. Individual attention. The pay would have been fantastic for the average school-year teaching position, but Chris was after a different position; a few years back they had begun a undergrad preparation summer program for all the filthy rich eighteen-year-olds they could lure into the gingerbread house. Chris had his sights set on teaching in that program, and it was a strange one. It was open to any college-bound student, not just Ravine Point grads. There were no advertisements in any school newspapers, and no mention on the Internet. It was strictly word-of-mouth. And it had been a stunning success, apparently, because they were seeking over twenty new instructors for the upcoming summer. Chris had only heard of the job through a friend of his father’s, whose youngest daughter had completed the program and gone off to Yale. Chris was young himself, with only a few short years of teaching experience, but the girl’s father had patted his shoulder and assured him that he’d be perfect for the position because his little girl said so, and he gave him all of the necessary contact info. He aced the preliminary interviews. They clearly found his ignorance of the program’s specifics endearing. On the call-back interview, they filled him in on all of the specifics. Chris really wanted this job. He would be given a private apartment in the nearby town (nearby meaning twenty-five minutes), excellent benefits, and he was very excited about fulfilling his educational duties. But he had received no calls, no letters for a long while. It was frustrating how certain these rich folk were that they could make you wait. Not that they were wrong. And then, out of the blue, Chris was informed that there was possibly room for one more instructor. It was very close to the start of class. In fact, this final interview was scheduled for the first day of classes, early in the morning, before the students arrived. He forgot his prior misgivings as he threw his possessions into suitcases and drove down south. They had given him a temporary apartment, which would become his permanent quarters for the summer if he was accepted. He had almost forgotten his new door key before rushing to his car, and he followed the directions to the campus flawlessly. He was ten minutes early for his appointment as he strode through the main doors of RPP Hall. Around the corner to his left was the office of Ms. Laney Francis, Director of Faculty Affairs. “Hello there! You must be Mr. Chapel. It’s wonderful to meet you.” Chris’ breath grew short as he closed the door behind him. Laney was a gorgeous woman. Older than him, mid-thirties. Bright, intelligent green eyes. Dusty hair done up in stylish braids. She was short, about five-two, and wore tobacco-colored Jimmy Choos on her bare feet. What really caught Chris’ attention was her dress, an elegant short-sleeved black number, cut in a way that seemed to draw extra attention to the perfectly tanned skin on her bare legs. Chris was now aching to work with her. “I apologize for the short notice, Mr. Chapel.” “Oh, it’s no problem at all.” “I assume you’ve been told what your duties will entail?” “Yes. A homeroom period and three to four forty-minute class periods per day.” “Absolutely. Students will travel to your room. Some will be gender-mixed, but some will be all female.” “The classes used to be all one gender, right?” “Oh, Mr. Chapel. You’ve done your study. That’s good.” Her face was bright and smiling, but Chris could not see underneath. He couldn’t read how well he was really doing. Laney bent down to open a small electric cooler beside her desk. Her dress rode slowly up her thighs, revealing no tan lines, only soft olive skin. She rose holding two bottles. She handed one to Chris: a hard lemonade. “Sit down, Mr. Chapel. Enjoy your drink.” Chris sat nervously. Laney settled in behind her desk, cracked open the bottle, and took a rather vulgar chug, downing almost half of it. Chris opened his own drink, underestimated the kick of the formula, and gurgled a small amount onto his dress shirt and tie. Laney, who fortunately had swallowed completely, bellowed with laughter. “Very impressive sir! Excellent! Points for etiquette!” Chris blushed with embarrassment as he wiped his lips. His face only grew redder as Laney threw her legs upon her desk, leaning back in her chair, her feet suddenly inches from Chris’ face. “So, if we may officially begin, Mr. Chapel, what do you have to offer our student body that makes you… stand out?” Enough mild humiliation. Chris knew he had to lock the job right now or he’d be cleaning out his room in a half-hour. He removed his sports coat, loosened his tie, and pulled it over his head. Laney pursed her lips. “Let‘s. Hear. Your. Answer. Mr. Chapel.” Chris carefully seized Laney’s right foot, lifting it from its prior resting place atop her other foot. Her toes wiggled inside her footwear. Chris darted his tongue out and sharply grazed the tips of her toes. Laney yelped in the manner of a little girl upon spotting a naughty mouse. She giggled huskily at her own surprise. Chris began to run his tongue between her toes, moving in wider arcs with each pass, until her was licking the top of her feet, tasting the straps of her sandals. Very expensive. Laney tossed back the rest of her drink, sucking deeply on the top of the bottle to extract the final drops. Chris slipped off her sandal, and dropped it to the ground. Even her feet were flawlessly tanned. He sucked on her toes gingerly as she cooed, and he kneaded the sides of her foot. “Mmmmmmm. Pass me your drink, Mr. Chapel.” Chris obeyed without looking up from his work. Laney sucked down all of Chris’ drink as her other shoe tumbled off, and her toes tickled with sparkling warmth and pleasure. “I love these drinks, Mr. Chapel. They taste soooo good and they relax me.” She gently flicked her toes against the top of Chris’ mouth. “Come on. On your feet. Show me your body while I get another drink.” “Will you need to relax after seeing it?” asked Chris as he stood. “Don’t you hope, sweety.” Laney’s bare feet hit the floor at the same time as Chris’ dress shirt. He made sure to remove his socks as well as his shoes; there was no telling if Laney would find them cute or merely silly. Laney rose from the cooler with her drink in time to see Chris’ dress pants fall, leaving him in only a comfortable pair of navy blue briefs. “Oooh. Very nice. Not too muscled. A little lanky. Good.” Laney nibbled on the cap of her drink. “You seem to have been very… enthusiastic about my feet, Mr. Chapel.” Chris suddenly realized that he was very aroused, and his erection was quite evident. “Well, I’m enthusiastic about all of you, Ms. Francis.” “And our students I hope,” said Laney, twisting the cap. “I’ll show them twice as much as I’ve shown you.” “Oh, you’ll lick their ankles too?” Laney chortled and took a small gulp, and smiled warmly. “I’m very warm from these drinks, Mr. Chapel. You’d better make your interviewer comfy.” Chris grinned and walked behind Laney. Her back was arched from taking a huge swig, and the zipper on her dress melted downward. Her butt was hugged by cherry red cotton panties, devouring her tasty thighs. Chris moved in front of her, and pulled her dress forward, revealing a matching bra. Her belly vibrated as the sweet alcohol filled it, and Chris’ penis grew sensitive with ecstasy, tiny spasms pushing clear liquid onto his briefs as he soaked her in. “This has to be the best job a person could have,” Chris whispered. “It wasn’t always like this, Mr. Chapel. I think I’ll tell you while our interview proceeds.” She grinned as she set her bottle on her desk. “I want you to lick me all over. Every nook and cranny. I’ll tell you the story as you work. Don’t worry, I have been told by trusted sources that I taste fabulous.” She was absolutely right. *** Dave Fulton and Lucy Waltham met on the first day of the first year of Ravine Point Prep’s Summer program. This was years ago, as we all know, and the program was at that time far closer to what other schools would offer. Dave taught English, Lucy taught Science, and they were the entire faculty. Lucy had been on the staff during the regular school year; Dave had just gotten the job for the summer. He was a younger man, a newish teacher of only twenty-seven, compared to Lucy’s thirty-six. There was barely enough interest that first year; classes were segregated by gender, only Ravine Point grads from that prior year could attend, and there were not enough interested students to warrant other classes, like Math. But the Crosses, the richest family in town, or several towns, or most towns, were adamant that their oldest children, twins Summer and Chet, would have a thorough education, so the program was begun. You can’t argue with several billions of dollars of personal wealth. A curious thing happened on Dave and Lucy’s first day together. They hadn’t spoken at all, save for awkward greetings at the top of the morning. Lunch came, and the two sat alone, as the small crowd of indulged eighteen-year-olds chattered away to the side. Lucy had thick black glasses, straight brown hair, and Dave thought she looked very stolid chewing her sandwich. Lucy thought Dave was something of a jock; he was kind of buff, and his hair was quite short. But… Dave liked her serious features. She looked very pretty, really. He liked how she carried herself. Lucy thought he was a cutie, really, as she nibbled at the crust. A nice guy. They continued to exchange glances, looks, eye-contact. Lucy put her sandwich down and stood up. Dave stood up too. Lucy began to walk out of the cafeteria, and Dave followed her. She pushed open a side door, and the two descended to the basement, then further to the boiler room. “Hi,” both of them said at precisely the same time, as they stood in that dim chamber. They giggled at such happenstance. And Dave’s new suit and Lucy’s freshly laundered work dress fell to the ground, the two yanking and ripping at their underwear as they kissed wildly, like they hadn’t kissed another person in years, and they indulged in forty minutes of sweltering sex, for the remainder of their lunch period. He fucked her on the floor, using his own clothes to cushion her back. She rode his fat seven-inch cock as he sat on a nearby workbench. She went down on him and spat his juice right onto his belly and licked it right up again, which drove him wild. She was on the pill, so he made certain his penis was always slick with its natural gel. He straddled the bench and entered her from behind, a position her prior boyfriend had turned her on to, as the leverage against her clit was phenomenal. The heat of the boiler smothered their bodies’ pleasure, causing the most intense moments to stand out in excruciating boldface. He ejaculated deep inside her pussy, a pleasure he had not indulged in for countless months, and she came just as he pulled out. They sat down, their naked rumps suddenly chilly on the floor. “Wow, we only have five minutes left,” she marveled, checking her watch. They cleaned up very quickly, dusting off their clothes as best as they could. The whole encounter was strange enough, but it was doubly weird for the lack of awkwardness. The two of them felt positively great afterward, if a bit achy from all the calisthenics, and they were all smiles the next morning. They had sex every lunch hour, and began talking about their desires in the faculty room each morning, which seemed an appropriate topic given their strange new relationship. “It’s like there’s something floating around the air here,” said Lucy, sipping her fancy coffee, “I’ve been pretty sexually active since I left Drew last year, but…” The two of them chuckled confidentially. “I know what you’re saying,” replied Dave, “It’s like I don’t even get tired of it anymore… I just want to fuck whenever I’m in here.” “Must be summer. Maybe there’s a new kind of pollen they’ve been growing out in the Agriculture Center.” “Heh… that sounds like my kind of science…” “Yeah… yeah I want to fuck all the time these days. I mean, no offense, you’re really sweet and I love our… thing, but I get horny in class too, you know? “Oh, God, you should see what those girls wear.” “Like Summer Cross?” “Oh, and I bet you don’t have your eye on Chet.” “I do! I do! It’s ok Dave, they’re all eighteen. Summer’s a good looking girl. Just because she spends more in a month on underwear then both of us do on rent and utilities…” The two chortled. “I’ll be honest,” said Dave, “I’d like to have sex with any girl in that class.” “Oh, Mr. Teacher! That’s a breach of your ethics!” Silence. “But I feel the same way,” Lucy smiled, “The boys in my class are de-lish.” “Well we should do something about it.” “What? Have an orgy? Like it’s a pep rally?” “No, we should…” “Tease them?” “Yes. We should.” “Ok. We will. We’ll both have fun in class today. We’ll swap stories at lunch.” The bell rang. Time to start class for the day. And . So Dave entered the classroom that morning full of vim and push. The girls happily ignored him at first, as they always did. He sat at his desk and began to review his papers, wondering exactly how he’d have his fun. “Mr. Fulton?” He looked up and his eyes swelled with Summer Cross. Her head a mess of golden curls. Her slightly skinny (though not at all scrawny) body all but molded into gorgeous fleece drawstring pants and an impossibly tight cotton jersey. Cheap clothing for her. Slumming? Her voice was cultured, naturally, excruciatingly snobby. But for one of the richest teens in the western hemisphere, she had a million-watt smile and gentle, genuine eyes, as if her spirit was in constant war to overcome her voice. “I’d like to say goodbye,” she said, “My parents are pulling me and my brother out. It’s not big enough here, or there’s not enough support for proper… some retarded shit, and I‘m leaving tomorrow. I like you, Mr. Fulton. Bye.” Her eyes gleamed with sadness as she sauntered over to her seat, her naked heels flopping her sandals against the floor as she took her seat. Dave was disturbed a bit, and figured it would be best to just start the lesson, discussing student-brought books with the class. Fun was a bad idea. And. Not for Lucy, entering her own class down the hall at the same time as Dave. She rolled her skirt up extra high, like a tarty Catholic school chick, until the weak green material was well above her knees. Given her freshly untucked blouse, it almost seemed like she was wearing no skirt at all. She also had no socks on within her sneakers: she’d frankly been planning this day well before telling Dave. She strode into the room, and she didn’t need to even look at her class to feel their eyes absorbing her body. She felt very warm inside, and as she turned to the class her heart began to pound. Every eye couldn’t help but become drunk on her arms and legs and face. “Ms… Ms. Lucy,” stammered nervous Chet Cross, invoking Lucy’s favorite style of address. “Later, Chet,” she said to the whole class, “We’re going to be very busy today. It’s time we covered the science of reproduction.” She stared out into the class, all those wealthy boys in their polo shirts and expensive faux street gear. Eating out of her hands. “Hmmm. I’m sorry class. My feet ache from running yesterday evening. Do you mind if I take these off?” Some of the boys were even able to nod ‘yes’. “Thanks,” she said, grinning as she unlaced her sneakers and pulled her feet right out, becoming naked all the way up to her thighs. She began to discuss the female anatomy. And. Dave began to discuss the class’ readings within his own room. He asked for volunteers. Kylie Simmons eagerly raised her hand. A few of her friends tittered. She was a beautiful, slightly meaty girl of Korean descent. She was barely clad in a lightweight pastel blue skirt and a pink spaghetti-strap top which left a large portion of her belly exposed. For some reason, she was positively thrilled to participate. She pulled out her selection, and several girls giggled as she began. “This is a book my mom got from one of her friends. I found it in her room. It’s by ‘Anonymous’ and it‘s called ‘A Reconciliation Among Women‘. I really liked it.” The book, Kylie explained, recounted the adventures of Laura and Esther Robbins, mother and daughter, respectively. The noble pair lived in a small trailer, due to Esther’s father having abandoned them, but the young girl had proven herself to be quite a genius at Physics, and received a scholarship to a terribly prestigious school. The conflict of the book revolved around Esther’s discomfort with both her upbringing, and her mother’s newfound taste for affairs, now that she was alone in her house and aching for physical entertainment away from the responsibilities of parenthood. This was an important area to Kylie to focus on, since much of the text of the book itself was devoted to explicit summary of Laura’s sensual exploits, with the occasional transition to Esther‘s own increasingly enthusiastic antics with her Core Civics professor. Fortunately for the sanctity of mother and daughter relationships throughout the world, Esther’s newly cemented class consciousness was ultimately toppled by a liberating threesome with her mother and her primary lover, who was also a local priest. Hints of incest were modestly relegated to subtext. Two hundred pages, unidentifiable small press. “So now that I‘ve finished my plot summary, I’ll describe my favorite scene.” Kylie was positively crazy about the big consummation of Laura and Father Curt’s flirtation. Laura had become temporarily crippled with guilt over her amorous aptitude (as seemed to be a running theme in the book) and had gone to confession in the empty church to erase her sins. Father Curt kept pressing her to reveal more sins, so her soul would be all the cleaner, so Laura provided emphatic descriptions of all of her affairs: the dark man at the liquor store, the local collegiate wrestling star, the nice girl at the public pool. As so often happens in these stories, Laura came to appreciate her erotic experiences while recounting them, and realized that Father Curt secretly appreciated them too. In a thrilling finish, Laura threw open to door to Father Curt’s confessional, only to find him in the throes of ecstasy! Scandalous! But Laura was delighted, and climbed in and closed the door, and the patient reader was thusly treated to several hundreds of words on the difficulty of undressing in a small box, and the passion of sex in such a small space. “But wasn’t what made it the best.,” Kylie said, “The best was after they were done, they walked around the church ass-naked and, like, talked about the beauty of the human body. It was really meaningful, and that made the fucking better.” “Did you just curse, Kylie?” “Whoops.” Giggles all over, and the girls looked more fascinated than ever. Dave knew he had his chance. And. The boys in Lucy’s class were pretty interested in her own presentation. All of them now knew precisely where the clitoris was, and how it could work to benefit everyone. Lucy was very hot now inside. “And now class, we will discuss the male sexual organs. There are many ways to cause blood to flow into the penis, causing it to become erect and prepared for sexual activity.” She had been swinging her bare feet around during her presentation as she sat on her desk, her legs modestly crossed, so her class could only see her thighs mashed together under her blouse and what little skirt she had on. She hopped down off the desk. The New Summer School Ch. 01 “Sometime just the sight of a woman’s skin is enough.” Her class was rapt as she gently scratched an itch above her knee. Several of the boys may have noticed her naked toes curl in anticipation. “Sometimes a few crucial inches of skin make all the difference.” She reached her fingers up under her blouse, like it was the most natural classroom act in the world, and unbuttoned her skirt. The boys suddenly saw more and more of the skirt appear from underneath her blouse, down to her knees, and then as if in slow motion the green cloth drifted down her legs and rested on the floor. She bent down to pick up her skirt, giving everyone a good look at her orange silk thong. “Eduardo. Thom. Come up here: you’re my volunteers.” And. Back in Dave’s classroom, tensions were also rising. “That’s bullshit, Mr. Fulton!” cried Tara Jones, an absolute brat, scowly lipped and apple-cheeked, her black hair in a serious ponytail, her body seriously tanned. A tiny four-foot-eleven ball of spit, nineteen because she flunked her sophomore year for not showing up, but her daddy was running for office now and she had to behave. She wore a scandal-ready miniskirt and a designer t-shirt with huge black boots. “You gave me detention for cursing and you’re letting her go!” “Tara. You called your Natural Science teacher a ’cumshot’.” “Oh, and that’s worse than ’fuck’?” “Kind of the same thing,” smiled Kylie. “And her story!” howled Tara, “It was dirty!” “Now there’s nothing dirty about literature,” began Dave. “What, didn’t like it, Tara?” teased Kylie. “What?! Yes I LIKED it, retard, but it’s not appropriate!” “Do YOU think it’s appropriate, Mr. Fulton?” cooed Kylie. “Well yes.” “OK,” shouted Kylie, “Well you’re a fucking hypocrite then. I mean, why don’t we all tell stories like that?!” “Right. Let’s!” said Kylie. “Right! Why doesn’t MR. FULTON tell us one!” shouted Tara to Kylie more than anyone else. “Ok. I will,” said Dave. Both girls sat down and stared up at him. Kylie looked about to burst with her grin. Tara’s lips seemed to purse up a bit. Dave then told his attentive class about a young man, a college swim coach, and how the sorority party spilled over into the gym as he cleaned one night. It was an allegory. And. Lucy could not believe how warm and happy her legs felt as the boys rubbed them. Thom was a skinny blonde boy, Eduardo a very dark, built type. Both were down to only their pants as Teacher continued to lecture. “After enough stimulation, the penis should be at it’s peak length. Some men are larger than others, but every man can successfully complete the sex act with proper care and attention.” She bit her tongue as the busy hands reached up beyond her thong under her blouse and the tips of their fingers tickled her ribs. “Ok volunteers. Show the class how stimulated you are.” Both boys were only too happy to obey, throwing off their pants and underwear at once. They were so enamored with their teacher’s beauty that they felt no nervousness standing naked before their classmates. Both were totally erect, their pricks standing straight up. “Well. Both of these boys seem to be very well equipped, and they’re ready for fertilization. Of course, with the advent of birth control, the sexual act can be performed solely for pleasure, as often as wished.” The boys did not wait for her prompting; they plucked away the buttons on her blouse, and pulled it off her back. She wore no bra at all, and her luscious, swiftly approaching middle-aged form, her stocky butt and ample boobs, was now only kissed by silk. “Of course, some would say, as often as possible.” And she bent down to pull off her panties. She smirked and set them down atop the back of her chair. Both boys kissed her cheeks all over, slowly approaching her lips. She grabbed their cocks with her hands as their tongues lashed across her face. These boys were half her age, and she was going to fuck them. She was going to fuck them as much as humanly viable. She promised herself. And. All of the girls were dazzled by Dave’s story. “But…but…” stammered Tara, “Isn’t a coach fucking the students wrong?” “Not in that context,” replied Dave, “Because all of them wanted to, and all of them enjoyed it very much. All five of them.” Dave glanced around. The girls were all sweating. Some of them had kicked sneakers and sandals off. Top buttons were undone on shirts. Kylie looked like she ’got it’, “Does the same go for teachers, Mr. Fulton?” she purred. “I suppose.” She climbed out of her seat and knelt and, much to the shock of her class, planted a huge smooch on Dave’s pants, right where it counted. “Does the same go for you, Mr. Fulton?” Tara leapt out of her seat, pushed Kylie aside, and planted her own big kiss on Dave’s bulge, her lips shivering into a smile. “Does the same go for YOU, Mr. Fulton? Does it?!” Kylie pushed back in and both girls kissed Dave over and over. Finally, Dave backed away and looked at his class. Every young mouth was open, every teenage eye sparkling. “Yes.” Dave answered. And without any further discussion, he undressed fully, taking his time. Jacket, tie, shoes, socks, sacks, shirt, boxers. It took a minute and a half, and then he was ready, his penis feeling more like eight or nine inches, it was so aroused. Kylie and Tara approached. Dave lifted up that spoiled-rotten politician’s daughter and spoiled her worse with a huge, romantic kiss; she responded eagerly. Dave set her down on his desk as he felt Kylie’s tender lips on her back. He embraced her fleshy body tightly and kissed her for a full minute. She ground her hips against him the entire time. He lifted her up and set her down right beside Tara. He rubbed her legs and felt her panties underneath her skirt. He drew them down to her knees: pure virgin white, but this girl know exactly what she was doing. He left the panties around her knees, and sat on the floor. Her flip-fops came right off. Tara’s boots has to be peeled from her legs, but soon her bronze legs were also free. They rubbed their feet up and down Teacher’s naked body and he kissed their toes and sucked on every inch, sometimes both at once, until he heard them moaning above and he sucked them some more. And. Lucy was amazed by good these boys were with their mouths! One of them sat in her chair behind her desk, kissing her with utter romance, the sort of kisses she knew he’d previously reserved for only his beloved steady girlfriend. He had a way of nibbling on her lips, and she clasped one of his hands in hers and ran her fingers against his palm as he plunged his tongue into her mouth and massaged her breasts with his other hand, as she lay atop her desk. The other boy, Thom, was going wild between her legs, holding them apart with all of his might as he feasted on her pussy. She flopped over onto her belly and threw her feet into the air, like she was sunning herself on the beach. The boys greedily massaged her ass and licked her back and sides from her neck down to her hips and cheeks. She rested her legs and lifted her tush high into the air. “The mouth can used to stimulate many different parts of the body,” she announced, “Even the anus.” Thom immediately spread her cheeks wide and lovingly probed her asshole with his tongue. Lucy groaned and thrust her butt even higher into the air. Eduardo grabbed her thighs from beneath, and began to eat from her pussy as Thom licked and kissed her anus, stopping every so often to run his fingers over the tender red flesh. Lucy enjoyed her students’ enthusiasm for several minutes, her pussy growing hot and wet as tongues ravaged both of her intimate portals. She then wiggled her ass and both boys stopped. “Now kneel on my desk. C’mon. Up.” The students obeyed, and Lucy knelt down on her plush teacher’s chair. She began to suck their cocks, each one for only a few seconds before tending to the other. The boys roared in pleasure, and Lucy stuffed both their pricks into her mouth, making sure that each one rubbed against the other good and hard, the friction intensifying the boys’ enjoyment. Neither student minded at all as they eagerly rubbed their cocks together inside Lucy‘s mouth; their teacher was far too good at satisfying their cravings for any self-consciousness, and their fingers brushed her hair and caressed her shoulders. She pulled them both out and sucked each one off hard and fast for minutes at a time, her face bobbing up and down all over each thick shaft. Neither Thom nor Eduardo had ever enjoyed a blowjob from such an experienced woman, and they never wanted her to stop, but soon (too soon) she climbed back onto the desk. In retaliation the boys sandwiched her between them and kissed her over and over, and she leaned from one side to another to allow both boys access to her lips and tongue. Eduardo was in front, his cock pressing against her groin and tummy, while Thom’s prick was nestled above her rear. She was so cozy and warm between them, and their hands groped and squeezed her breasts as they kissed. She felt so good between these young men! She knew that she could easily enjoy a huge orgasm right between them, without either student entering her, but that wouldn’t be a proper lesson on fertilization. She gently pushed the boys apart; she was dizzy from all their kissing. This was already the best sex she ever had. And. Dave had barely stopped sucking Tara’s bronze toes as her t-shirt hit him on the way to the floor. She wore no bra at all; her tennis-ball boobs fit her little frame perfectly, her nipples tiny and ripe and rock-hard. She had been giggling wildly as her toes were tickled, and her lips were gleaming from licking. Dave rose; her lips were still hot and she kissed like a lifelong club chick; Dave pressed her against him, her breasts like sponges against his naked body. He felt an incredible pressure on his penis and he realized that Kylie was trying to get his attention. He purposely ignored her just to feel her sweaty palms squeeze his prick a little more. He turned from Tara, and Kylie was grinning, still sitting patiently with her panties bunched around her knees beneath her skirt. Dave smiled at her and he petted Tara’s head and she immediately shifted her position to comfortably pleasure his cock. Dave was surprised that such a petite girl could handle a big penis so easily, but Tara’s mouth was more capable of stimulating her teacher. She was on her side, so Dave stroked her belly as he took Kylie in his other arm and pulled her over for a big smooch. Her panties were quick to drift down her meaty legs to her moist toes and the cool floor. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her kiss was sloppy but energetic. Dave wasn’t as exact as he could be either, with Tara licking and kissing his penis with such verve. Dave and Kylie pulled apart, and Dave rubbed her thigh with his free hand. He found the fastener for her skirt and it fell away, leaving only the tiny pink top on her body, and exposing her shaved pussy to all of her classmates, who were beginning to murmur and gasp in astonishment. Dave moved to clumsily pull her top over her head, and Kylie aided him, freeing her saggy, voluptuous breasts. Girls used to tease her for her curviness, but Kylie was proud to display herself, and Dave couldn’t wait to reward his student’s boldness. He kneaded and groped those big breasts, just as he had wanted to do for such a long time. His fingers slid down to her waiting pussy, and Kylie spread her legs wide, draping one leg over Dave’s lap and resting her foot squarely on Tara’s naked back as she continued to suck Dave’s cock. She was very wet, and her juice began to slicken her thighs as Dave fingered her. All of the girls watching became short of breath as Kylie began to gurgle in enjoyment. Dave moved his other hand from Tara’s belly to her miniskirt. The zipper was on the side, and the little dress was so tight that it came loose easily. Tara’s tiny panties were ginger-colored satin. Dave gently pulled her head up from him, and she gasped in air and hiccupped. The shared a big sticky kiss, and Kylie immediately set to work on Dave’s lonely prick, sucking hard and fast. Dave laid back on the desk and Tara stood above him. She peeled off her panties. She had no tan-lines, and Dave could already imagine her lying nude in the sun right in the center of her massive yard, right alongside her mom and three older sisters, all naked and lazy and masturbating, recalling the very best of the hundreds of sexual liaisons between them. Tara sneered and sat right on Dave’s face, and he ate from her pussy as she ground her hips into his lips and brayed and groaned and laughed at the slurps issuing from Kylie’s lips. The class began to shout in approval. And. The boys in Lucy’s class remained silent and attentive as Eduardo entered Lucy’s pussy from behind, his prong dripping with saliva. Lucy yelped as he began to fuck her hard; his thighs were smacking against her butt in seconds. Thom was sitting in front of her on the desk, and quickly kissed her, muffling her voice with his tongue. Eduardo knew exactly how to fuck a woman, and Lucy was very pleased. After a while, Eduardo pulled out, and Lucy flipped over and scooched her body to the very edge of her desk. Thom stood on the floor before her and pushed his prick deep inside her, holding her legs in the air as he fucked. Eduardo moved to the said of the desk and Lucy moved her head over to accept his penis. He gently pressed his cock into her mouth, so she wouldn’t have to move. She sucked and worked her tongue as Eduardo ground his body towards her, and Thom pumped faster and faster into her pussy, her clit on fire from his attentions. She pushed Eduardo out of her mouth so she could moan and breathe. Thom suddenly grasped her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. He lifted her off of the table and began to fuck her in mid-air, her tits whipping against his face. Lucy had never done this before and she was delighted. She kept her legs tight as a clamp around him and enjoyed his powerful arms around her, bouncing her on his cock. Eduardo had nothing to do, so he pressed his body against her and kissed her all over her back as she thrusted and bounced, rubbing her thighs as Thom held her over her butt. She was in a cocoon of warmth, held in the air with her clit buzzing. She enjoyed this heavenly sensation for a few minutes, then asked to be put down. She was wobbly on her feet as she asked Eduardo to sit on the desk. She bent down and pressed her breasts around Eduardo’s cock, rubbing them up and down as he grunted and moaned. Her legs were spread as she stood, so Thom fell to his knees and began to eat her pussy from below. She had become very hot and she knew she couldn’t hold it much longer, so she shouted at the boys to stand straight up. They obeyed and she hopped on the desk and spread her legs wide and ordered them to use their hands. Both of them stuffed their fingers deep into her pussy, and the pressure built with each stroke across her clit, and she came very loudly. Her orgasm lasted for a full minute, it was so long coming and so intense. She was weeping from pleasure, her cheeks soaked with orgasmic tears by the time she finished, and she laid back as both boys unloaded their balls all over her breasts and tummy. They mustn’t have had that big an orgasm in quite a while, if ever. She was totally satisfied. The class was still attentive. And. The girls in Dave’s class had gotten very loud. Tara was still snorting as she ravaged Dave’s face, her eyes teary and her nose runny from Dave’s eager tongue. Kylie had finished with her oral attention, though, and was riding Dave’s cock with vigor. She was seated backwards, and her breasts flapped and bounced for her delighted peers. “Oh, ride that cock!” shouted a classmate. “Mmmm, oh god work that shit!” yelled another, her hand right down her jeans. All of the girls were masturbating. Many of them kept their pants and skirts modestly unfastened, but the bolder ones were naked from the belly down, slowly luxuriating in open pleasure. Even Summer Cross had her drawstrings untied and her wrist vanishing into her pants. Tara lifted her dripping cunt from Dave’s face and patted Kylie’s shoulder. She climbed off of Dave’s prick and Tara took her place, but facing Dave, leaned all the way down to his chest, her lips nibbling at his neck. She worked his cock very slowly at first, then faster and faster, until Dave grabbed her ass with his hands and began thrusting her body downwards against his cock as he pumped, over and over. She was so tight but she bellowed out her approval. Dave fucked her harder and harder, until he didn’t need to use his hands anymore. And as soon as her cheeks were uncovered, Kylie gave them a hard crack with her palm as she fingered herself to the side. Tara was screaming now in joy, and she squeaked with each spank Kylie gave her, until her ass was beet red. She climbed off of Dave and Kylie took her place, also with her back to the class but sitting upright as she ground Dave’s cock deep into her pussy. Girls began to crowd around the desk to watch, their hands still shoved down their pants as they stood. Tara was quivering but happy, and she grabbed Kylie’s breasts as she bounced and pinched and pulled her nipples. Kylie loved it. “Oooohhh… ooohhh that’s sooooo HOT!!!” shouted a girl, stepping out of her jeans and panties and clad only in a blouse. One of her classmates, wearing only socks, pulled off the girl’s top and happily obliged her. Girls were all over the floor; some were cumming already, others were licking their juice off their own fingers. Others were sucking their classmates’ fingers. Dave pulled both girls off of him and laid them on their backs on the desk, pressing their asses against each other’s and pulling their legs back up in the air and toward their bodies, so their dripping pussies were almost on top of one another. Dave feasted on both, licking across from one to the other, fingering and eating. Kylie couldn’t take it anymore and her hips shook with her orgasm, a little juice squirting out onto Dave’s face and Tara’s butt. Tara came soon after, with Dave’s mouth cupping her pussy as she spasmed all over. Dave then rose up and covered both girls’ bellies and legs with cum. The two of them huffed and relaxed, and Dave was so filled with fire that he licked both of them totally clean as they snickered and cooed and their hearts slowed down. Most of the girls had finished. Summer had just cum right in her panties, but many other girls had removed their clothes. All of their horny breath began to calm. Kylie stepped off of the desk, and Tara reached over and smacked her ass. “Good fucking job!” Tara beamed, her smile radiant. She hopped off the desk and she and Kylie hugged, giggling in their nakedness. They would be best friends from then on. Tara would invite Kylie over to her house to sleep over that night, and they’d call Tara’s boyfriend after everyone was asleep. Both would be waiting in their sexiest nighties as he arrived. He’d secretly been masturbating to Kylie for a while; he though she was so hot, and he was thrilled to act out all of his fantasies. The next day, Kylie took Tara out to meet her boyfriend. They went to woods to camp, and Kylie’s boyfriend had never liked Tara much, thinking her a big snob, but he learned that she was really cool, and the three spent the night in one sleeping bag. And Kylie and Tara would never again have a boyfriend or a husband they didn’t share with the other on a weekly basis. Dave surveyed his class. Some were lighting up cigarettes. Some were getting dressed. They had five minutes to enjoy the afterglow. Summer Cross looked at him. The New Summer School Ch. 01 And. Lucy buttoned her blouse again. Chet Cross looked at her. And. The bell rang. And. (To be concluded in about two weeks!) Copyright 2004, Alex Finch The New Summer School Ch. 02 This is the second and concluding part of the story. Be sure to check out the other half, and get yourself up to speed! *** Dave could not sleep at all that night. The perfume and musk of Kylie Simmons and the sweat and moans of Tara Jones had him indelibly marked, like the sun burning permanent shadows into his eyes. He had long since thrown his pajamas off the side of his bed. Those panty-tangled knees and bronze cushioned breasts! He wanted them sleeping next to him, their snores on his chest. His penis radiated with bliss as he felt their eager bodies riding him over and over. He had never had such an orgasm as that afternoon, and here he was, jerking off already! He knew it was the satisfied grins those girls wore afterwards that really got him, the snobbish satisfaction they exuded as they lazily sauntered into their clothes. And the excitement in the rest of the class. Dave absolutely could not wait to deal with the rest of the class. And Lucy! Her flannel nightshirt laid bunched up beside her as she pleasured herself, feet in the air. She had managed to drift off to sleep before, only to dream of those two boys beside her, their beautiful arms cradling her as their hands slid into her favorite places. She was cozy and bubbling for more attention, and her bed was suddenly made of warm silk, their bodies all enveloped. She ordered them both to eat her pussy at once, but she woke up in a sweat, with only her pillows for company, and her stiff mattress for support. No matter; she had never in her life been ashamed to masturbate, and this occasion surpassed her most crazed former midnights as a bookish college girl with no intention to sacrifice too much pleasure for study time. Dave’s cell rang first, over in his corner of town. It was way too late at night for anything unextraordinary. “Mr. Fulton,” emanated the privileged purr of Summer Cross, “You have to come to school early tomorrow, like a class period or something early. I’m coming in to homeroom no matter what.” And no time to answer. Seconds later, Lucy’s bedside phone came to life. She rolled over to get it. “Ms. Lucy. Be in room 154 a half-hour early tomorrow. Please. I’ve really got to see you and Mom and Dad can fuck themselves. Please.” Chet Cross. Not an English scholar. She had no time to answer, and 154 was not the usual room, but it sounded like a plan, and good thing she taught Science. Morning. Dave thought he was too early as his passcard released the front doors. He hurried into his homeroom. He had gotten no sleep that previous night, but his energy was high and his blood was pumping like he’d been chaste for ten years. He entered the room, closed the door, and only then noticed Lucy sitting on the teacher’s desk. Her eyes betrayed her own lack of beauty sleep, though she surely didn’t need it. Her body seemed glowing with energy underneath her drawstring capris and cashmere poncho. She was missing her glasses and her shoes were already abandoned in the corner. “Dave? Why are you here?” “Um… I was going to prepare…” “Oh shit, you got a phone call too. Didn’t you?” “… yes.” Footsteps in the hall. “Ok… Dave. We’re sticking together, right? We wanted to do this and we did it, so we’re backing each other up, right? Right?” “Yeah. Yeah, we’re doing it. You and me, Lucy.” The door swung open, and there were Summer and Chet, looking fatigued and effervescent, just like their teachers. “Hi,” gasped Summer, “Our parents are chasing us.” Even in a hurry, pursuers no doubt hot on her tail, Summer had taken the time to dress well, her skinny hips kissed by a deep hued jean miniskirt and her ribs hugged by a sky-blue belly shirt, all 110 pounds of her wrapped like a gift. Chet was also dressed to kill in slacks and an absurdly expensive t-shirt of while little else was noteworthy. “We pulled out in my car… we kinda thought our parents wouldn’t be around, but Dad was late for work and Mom hadn’t left for the gym. I… I think they know we’re here.” Dave and Lucy were thoroughly puzzled. “Well… why did you call us here?” blurted Lucy. “Ms. Lucy,” huffed Chet, “I have to know… did we all go nuts in class yesterday or something, or… or this this stuff gonna keep going on?” Lucy steeled herself, them smiled as warmly and strongly as she could, which had considerable effect. “Why yes, Chet. Yes. I’ve been thinking my lesson plans over at my home, and I believe the learning environment of our class will be much healthier with a uniform change. The boys uniform will now be only briefs or small boxers; I will bring tape to measure them if they are too long. You will all need to learn to respect the study of a woman’s anatomy at a prestigious university, so I will remove my own clothes. Some days I may ask for volunteers to help me. I will bring slides and movies to teach you all about the many beautiful variations of the female body, and its many vital parts. I will certainly reward good students with first-hand lessons every class.” She had rehearsed it for twenty minutes before driving over. “And… and you, Mr. Fulton?” asked Summer, her eagerness transparent. “Absolutely. The class can dress in whatever they please, although it gets very hot in our room, and I won’t want to wear much. We’ll be moving our focus to creative composition, and I will call on several members of the class to tell effective stories. We will want to bridge the gap between mental and physical contemplations, so sexual content is a must, and masturbation will be strongly encouraged to enhance the connection. And if the class is up for it, there will probably be time for quite a bit of physical expression of creativity as well.” The rich kids stared agog. “So… so…” stammered Summer, “…so you’re gonna have sex with, like, the whole class? Both of you?” “Yes!” replied Dave and Lucy. “Jesus FUCK that is SO NOT FUCKING FAIR!!!” pouted Summer. “Ms. Lucy, please, I want to have sex with you so much,” pleaded Chet, “I don’t want to leave at all and I want you to fuck me before we go, please.” “Daddy and Mom are coming real soon, but I wanna do you SO bad Mr. Fulton…” Summer was silenced with a kiss as Dave scooped her up into his arms, lifting her feet right from the ground. She was a slow and thorough kisser, her tongue caressing his own and sliding all over his mouth. Lucy grinned and fell to her knees and planted a smooch on Chet’s belly, lifting his shirt up and nibbling at his navel. He gasped in joy, and she planted wet kisses all over his chest, throwing his shirt across the room. Summer’s lips tugged on Dave’s mouth as their kiss ended, and she moved right up to his ear, flicking and teasing it with her tongue as Dave groped around for the buttons to her skirt. Failing that, he pulled down on it fiercely, and Summer squealed and giggled as her hips and cheeks popped free from their prison. Her brother was already drunken from Lucy’s kisses, which had become long, simmering licks up to his neck. She moved too fast for him to feel her breasts, so her rubbed her shoulders clumsily. She mercifully stood up and pecked him on the lips, and he took the opportunity to grasp her breasts through her clothing. Her nipples were fully erect. Chet tremblingly removed her poncho, revealing a black bra of thin satin. Dave savored the sight of Summer’s lacy emerald panties, wrapped so tight around her pussy, as she plucked away the buttons on his shirt and cast it to the floor. At this point, Lucy heard a car pulling up. She knew who it was. She glanced at Dave, who perhaps registered some recognition as her rubbed his hands down Summer’s sides to her butt, which he lightly slapped, much to the girl’s delight. The approach grew louder, but Lucy grinned as Chet began to suck on her nipples right through her satin shield. The noise soon stopped as the car parked. The men’s pants were the next to go, as Lucy fumbled with Chet’s belt as warmth spread from her nipples deep into her breasts with each puff fleeing from the boy‘s mouth. His pants grew loose and Lucy knelt down to remove them, and boldly ran her tongue against Chet’s penis through his cotton shorts. Dave had backed away from Summer, and removed his own pants slowly, and tossed them into the corner, the girl’s bare torso heaving in approval between her belly shirt and panties. “You’d better take it all off, Mr. Fulton,” she murmured. Dave obeyed, tossing off his shoes and socks and whipping off his underpants, his penis standing arrow-straight. Chet nervously stepped out of his own slacks, as Lucy continued to ravage his masculinity, her tongue threatening to shred his garment. “Oh Jesus, Ms. Lucy… don’t make me cum yet. I want to see your legs…” “You like my legs, Chet?” “Oh man, they’re the hottest legs I’ve ever seen… I’ve been jerking off thinking about them every night…” “Wow… then you’d better see them up close. C’mon. Unveil them.” She stood up, and Chet immediately pulled loose her drawstring, and began tugging the capris downward. He moaned as her black satin panties were revealed, and he took his time to bask in her skin. He let the pants rest halfway down, on her knees, and he planted kisses on each of her hips, right below the skinny elastic band. He knelt as he pulled the pants down further, so each new centimeter of skin would be at perfect eye level. The capris were soon a ball around her ankles, and she daintily stepped out of them. The front door quite unmistakably opened far in the distance. Dave had to peel Summer’s top of her already glistening body, her little tits sticking to the flimsy material and bouncing back to their proper positions leaving her and her brother in only their underpants. Summer gazed down at Dave’s penis, clear syrup already beginning to lubricate him. “You pre-cum so fucking much Mr. Fulton. That‘s cool… I want it all-natural.” Footsteps in the hall, getting closer. Dave heard them clearly. But there was Summer Cross, quivering and expectant. Lucy heard them too. But there was Chet Cross, begging for a great fuck. So Dave grasped Summer’s breasts from behind and began to smooch the rear of her neck, his penis brushing against the relative coolness of her back. Lucy’s mouth opened wide in teasing mock surprise as Chet skillfully relieved her of her bra, his face beaming. And Mr. and Mrs. Cross stormed into the room. The twins were not lying. Mr. Cross was dressed for the start of a business day. He was only forty-two, a year older than his wife. They had married very early in college, and Mr. Cross was still quite presentable. His suit must have cost thousands of dollars. His hair was just beginning to lose its color, and his moustache was getting thin. He worked out on his lunches, and it showed. Mrs. Cross was an impossibly elegant woman, only as tall as Summer, with impossibly straight blonde hair and dark eyes. She also spent time every day at the gym, at least since having her last child, and had forged her body into delectable shape; she always tried too hard to be skinny as a younger woman, and had long since come to adore her curves, her voluptuousness. With nannies to mind the children, she had lots of time to work out, prepare parties, and write steamy, explicit romance novels which she swapped with the other creative wives of her clique. She was wearing her best tracksuit, lavender pants over matching mesh shorts, and a white tank-top over a white bra. Perhaps if one of them had said something, even quietly, it could have broken the mood, and the strange path of Ravine Point Prep would have been quite different. But neither parent spoke. Their mouths merely hung open, as if they needed to breathe in the surprise of the scene before them in mighty gulps. Given the circumstances, Summer was the first to speak. “Daddy.” The tone was bratty, snotty, rebellious. Her face was frowny, defiant, self-absorbed. And then her voice sang out in ecstasy, a deafening coo as her face became a portrait of carefree indulgence, as Dave’s hand crept inside her panties and his fingers gingerly entered her soaking pussy, his kisses loudly audible against her back. Chet did not acknowledge his parents’ presence at all, as Lucy had snuck behind him, and pulled his cock right out of his shorts. He winced with each gentle stroke of her hand. And the Crosses kept watching, standing side by side, their eyes locked on their offspring. The room smelled of sex, and perhaps it was that narcotic scent, reaching deeper and deeper into the parents’ brains that caused them to pause. Mrs. Cross unconsciously rubbed one sneakered toe with the other, then moved her foot up to scratch on her designer ankle socks. Her footwear alone must have cost hundreds of dollars. But her son had so little of his expensive clothes left on, and he looked so happy. Her boy had a magnificent body, she thought; all those varsity sports had paid off. Her face grew tense as she watched Lucy, this under-clad succubus, stroking his cock. It was very big, at least nine inches, and it must feel so good in that woman’s hands. Chet kicked off his underpants and Lucy came around and knelt, giving his mother a good view of the best blowjob of her son’s life. Mrs. Cross’ heart pounded. Chet was a full-grown man, and was enjoying a man’s pleasure. Lucy pulled so much of that big prick into her mouth, and Chet gutturally responded to each mighty suck as he caressed Lucy’s breasts and back. He was a considerate lover too. Mrs. Cross scratched above her knee, almost up to the leg of her shorts, still hidden beneath her pants. Mr. Cross was paralyzed. His girl was shouting as her naked Adonis explored her cunt. She was biting her lip and sweating, her breath wild as her instructor licked her. Mr. Cross could not remember her looking so alive, so intense. He didn’t know her voice could be so loud. He had to loosen his tie. Summer had been eighteen for months now, but Mr. Cross could not imagine his adult child as a sexually active woman. Dave’s sticky hand rose out of her panties and her grasped both of her breasts and he began to lick her more completely, beginning at the rim of her panties and lapping all the way up to her head. Her breasts were so gorgeous, soft and springy in this man’s hands, her ripe nipples so hard and red. She made so much noise having such fun! Surely she would fuck as many boys as she pleased in her years at college, and she’d look back on those days fondly as an older woman! And those young men would never know a better lover, a more potent affair! Mr. Cross began to sweat himself when Summer wiggled away from her man and removed her own panties. Her daddy gazed at her shaven pussy, then her dainty butt, then her glossy lips as she kissed her lover’s instrument and stroked his leg with the tips of her manicured fingernails. Mr. Cross glanced over at his wife. She was beginning to perspire as well, and she had worked one foot out of her shoe, and was rubbing her socked foot over the laces of the other. He felt like he was choking. He threw his jacket off, and removed his tie, but the lump in his throat still prevented him from talking. His wife looked at him in the eyes, her face utterly confused. Her belly itched under her tank-top and she was rubbing her sides with her moist palms. Summer popped Dave’s penis out of her mouth, and she howled in laughter as he lifted her up and sat her on the desk. He began to eat her pussy and she wrapped her legs around his neck and crossed her ankles, crafting a veritable portrait of casual sexuality. Chet began to roar as Lucy rimmed her tongue around his cock. Mrs. Cross finally gathered all of her breath and croaked: “Chet!” Her voice was tinged with sex, there was no denying it. Mr. Cross found the strength to speak. “Summer!” The same uncontrollable inflection. Mrs. Cross was rubbing her hips and her other shoe had fallen off. “Chet!” “Mmmmmmm…” Chet responded with a grin, “In a minute Mom.” “S… Summer!” “In a second Daddy!” she chirped as her lotus filled with Dave’s pulsing tongue. “Ch…Ch… Chet!!” “In a minute… in ten minutes Mom!” Summer giggled like a devil as Dave attacked her clit. “In… in TWENTY minutes, Daddy!!!” “Oh GOD, in an HOUR Mom!!!” The Crosses stared at each other again, their own desire now unmistakable. His wife, standing in her socks. He had enjoyed her body so many times! But it had been years. Her husband, sweat pouring onto his shirt. She would fuck him anywhere those many years ago! The dorm! The pool! The tennis courts after dark, oh her very favorite with her pink comforter dragged all the way off her bed across the campus! Such a long time ago. Her legs were itching so very much and she tore her warm-up pants downward. Her supple, muscular legs were moist, and her mesh shorts had never seemed so skimpy to her, and she suddenly felt very provocative and very, poisonously, lecherously good. Lucy finished her work, and Chet removed her sopping panties. Summer hopped off the desk, and Dave sat in her place. Lucy perched beside him, and the Cross twins began to pleasure their teachers. Lucy and Dave looked right at the Cross parents and leered. That was it. Mrs. Cross’ mesh shorts fell to her socks. Any man at the gym (and more than a handful of women) would kill to see this luscious middle-aged socialite in those conservative orange cotton panties, and Dave had a splendid eyeful as the woman’s daughter gorged herself on his prong. Her face was so serious, her lips in a scowl as she turned to Mr. Cross. He met her gaze and began to unbutton his shirt. He wore nothing underneath it. Her face melted into a pensive stare. Lucy wondered if he had ever enjoyed sex with his staffers. He was definitely the kind of man she might give it a shot with at the club, now that his body was available for perusal. Mr. Cross began to shiver as he pulled off his shoes and socks and his wife gasped for air as she nervously, uncontrollably threw off her tank-top. Lucy and Dave stared at them more, occasionally groaning as Chet and Summer continued to lick and suck. The Crosses met their licentious gaze as the wife unclasped her C-cup and the husband pulled off his slacks, revealing his own red briefs and a very considerable erection. Their children’s teachers beamed wickedly and nodded ‘yes’ to them. “It’s… it’s so wrong!” croaked Mr. Cross, seemingly on the verge of orgasm. “I… I can’t… OH my GOD it looks so GOOD,” yowled Mrs. Cross, “We… we used to have sex so much…” “There’s nothing stopping you!!!” shouted Dave, Summer playfully nibbling on his shaft, “You need to let everything out!” “You two look so hot,” declared Lucy, her voice strained through her clit‘s throbbing, “It’s so hot to be so horny with each other, and you should fuck every single day, and you should start right now.” “Ohhhhh… ooooh the kids…” mumbled Mrs. Cross. Summer turned to them, her mouth dripping with syrup. “Mommy. Me and Chet are gonna fuck whoever we want from now on. And you and Daddy should fuck all the time because it feels so good. We don’t mind. Promise.” The Crosses faces became flush with joy, as if a massive burden had been lifted. Both of them threw off their underwear. Mrs. Cross began to finger herself violently, her cunt fully unshaven, her pubic hair proving her to be a natural brunette. Two fingers were stuffed between her pussy lips as her mouth twisted upward in total joy. Mr. Cross indulged his cock with long, slow strokes. He was not as massively-endowed as his son, but bigger than Dave. The two of them greedily enjoyed the sight of their children having such slutty fun. “Oooooh Chet,” shouted Lucy, “Your mommy wants to watch you fuck me with that big cock!” Chet pushed Lucy down onto her back as Summer and Dave cleared off the desk. He mounted her, bent down to suck on her breasts for a second, then entered her body, her experienced pussy still tight around his rod. He pumped slowly, entering her more every time, until his full measure was inside her, their thighs slapping together loudly. Mrs. Cross dug deeper into her cunt. The New Summer School Ch. 02 “OH… oh FUCK her baby… mmmmmmmmmm, FUCK her for MOMMY!!!” Mr. Cross was masturbating furiously. Summer and Dave locked into a dirty kiss, Dave’s pre-cum soaking her belly. “Oooh, Daddy wants you to cover me in this ’cause he’s knows I’ll love it,” Summer purred. And so for five minutes Dave rubbed his sweet syrup all over her, coating her thighs and butt and boobs. Even her hair, which became very bunched up and matted. He rubbed his cock all over her pussy and gave her a triple-thick coating inside. She licked the excess off of his hands, slurping it off his fingers. Mr. Cross groaned loudly as his daughter became sticky as a candy apple. She spoke again as Dave applied the fifth coating to her pussy, also dripping with her own juice. “Ummmm… OH, now DADDY wants you to FUCK me HARD!” So they fell to the floor, Summer on her hands and knees, and Dave entered her doggy-style. He pumped very swiftly, plunging his dick deep inside her body, as Summer’s shrieks matched her brother’s with each awesome thrust. Mr, Cross turned to his beloved wife. Her tongue was hanging out, licking her lips over and over. Her thighs were becoming wet with her own fluid and her fingers were drenched. He took her and kissed her deeply. He hadn’t tasted those delicious lips in so long! His cock was spasming against her hot flesh; it was where it belonged. Their kiss was electric and flawless. She sat at a student’s desk, and hit bit off her socks as she continued to enjoy herself, watching Summer now furiously riding Dave‘s cock from behind in a sitting position, and Chet spooning his prick deep into Lucy atop the desk, grasping her tits for leverage. Mr. Cross pulled his wife off the chair and the two laid on the floor between rows of seats. He pried her fingers from her boiling pussy and replaced them with his own. He had forgotten how wet she could be! She always had a large, deep vagina, and he adoringly explored her silken corners like he did when they were newlyweds. Her hands were still hot as her pickled fingers grasped his penis, and the two began to kiss savagely as they played with each other. Brother, sister, mother, father, and teachers had never known such pleasure before. All six screamed, over and over, filling the halls with news of their ecstasy. They were no longer charged with educating or learning, they were no longer rich or otherwise. They was no concern with age. There was no need for civility. There was only excellent sex, and it did an admirable job of filling in for the other absent qualities in the room. The twins came at almost exactly the same time, sweat pouring off Summer’s sticky body like a waterfall, her breasts flailing as she ground Dave’s penis as deep into her as she could, to squeeze the last drops out of her orgasm. Chet came right inside Lucy’s pussy. He seemed guilty that he had climaxed first, but Lucy kissed his forehead and guided his fingers onto her clit, and he had her finish in less than a minute, her breath sweet against his face. The Crosses, however, had only begun their encounter, as Mr. Cross plunged his cock deep into his wife and the two began to fuck in the missionary style. “God,” whispered Dave to Summer, “We need to get you hosed off.” The water cooler and a lot of paper towels inside the teacher’s desk proved more then sufficient, and soon Summer was spotless and gleaming, her skin terribly red from her blood pumping, and her nipples ripe and hard from the chilly water. “Mmm, Chet. Aren’t you kinda creeped out by your parents fucking?” “No way, Ms. Lucy. If they’re fucking half as good as we just did, I wouldn’t make them stop for anything.” “They’re really cute, actually,” chirped Summer, “It’s really sexy.” The door swung open, and Abigail Kinson, who was always early for class, strode in. She paused as she noticed the six naked parties before her. “Woah shit. Am I late for class?” “Nope,” smiled Summer, “My folks are giving the class a big demonstration, because we love going to this school, and now they know how we feel.” “Mom! Dad!” shouted Chet, “Give us a better view!” Chet’s mother and father were so busy that they barely registered anyone in the room, but the suggestion worked subliminally, as Mrs. Cross pushed her husband up, and she rolled over. Mr. Cross grabbed each of her cheeks and lifted her rear up, and thrust his full length into her pussy from behind. Mrs. Cross yelped, her big breasts smooshed like pillows against the cold floor. More and more girls filed in to class, three or four at a time. Gasps met the scene before them. “Girls, we’re viewing a demonstration of romantic love after decades of marriage,” said Dave, “I’d appreciate it if you’d all sit down and pay very close attention.” More and more entered. Soon each girl was in attendance, and the bell to begin class rang. Lucy sat against the door, with Chet smothered in her arms; he popped a nipple into his mouth every so often. “Daddy!” shouted Summer, “I think Mommy wants you to fuck her in the ass!” “Oh GOD baby, YES!!!” howled Mrs. Cross. All the girls chattered as Mr. Cross removed his penis, dripping with his wife’s juices, and slowly penetrated her anus. One, two, three inches. Mrs. Cross was no longer shouting; only a clenched grin could be seen as she hummed in appreciation. She adored anal sex. Girls’ lips smacked. Skirts grew loose. Blouses were unbuttoned. Shirts fell. Jeans unzipped. Shorts dropped. Bra straps fell from shoulders. Elastic bands were stretched and snapped. Every pair of panties slid down. And out from the purses and book bags came newly bought dildos, vibrators, lotions, and every other school supply imaginable. Several just used their hands. Several boy-crazy ladies eagerly used each other’s mouths. All of the girls enjoyed their lesson. It was a very good one, as the Crosses indulged in five more positions over the next thirty minutes. The students had just begun to cum when Mr. Cross fired a huge load of cream all over his bride’s belly and tits as she ascended from riding atop him. His torso was sloppy from her own orgasm. The room positively stank with musk. Summer led her mother over to the water cooler; the older woman’s legs were wobbly and her lungs were pounding but she looked great as her daughter cleaned all her papa‘s cum off of Mommy. Mr. Cross had not totally noticed all the students around, some of them still shaking through their own private earthquakes. “You guys were SO fucking HOT!” growled Tara Jones, “Was this, like, a last day thing with Summer and Chet?” “Absolutely not!” shouted Mrs. Cross from the corner, as her daughter dutifully scrubbed her body, “My children will be in class every day for the rest of the summer! Provided you all keep up the very high standards of education on display here!” “Mom? Do you mean it?” exclaimed Chet. “Am I ever kidding, dear?” she asked her husband. “No, never. And I totally agree,” remarked Mr. Cross, as he began to dress. “In fact… you’ve made me very interested in your program,” Mrs. Cross said to Lucy and Dave, “And I know of quite a few friends of mine who would be very interested in such… advances in summer learning. There will have to be some changes in structure, but I think we’re onto something very good here.” She was dressed in a flash. “I will contact my friends and draw some plans. Summer, Chet, don’t mind if we aren’t around tonight when you get home… your father will be putting me to bed for quite a while.” She smiled and left the room with her husband and every girl in that classroom vowed to grow up to be just like her, as the class’ afterglow set in. *** “And that… is how we got here.” Laney’s skin had become fragrant from Chris’s careful attention; the sweet olive texture of her body was glistening with moistness, and her chest and cheeks were very flushed from the affection. Her undergarments were still in place, but clinging to her body, the gentle cotton of her bra damp from licking, and her panties sticky from her own arousal, the cherry red having become deep and tart. He was behind her, squeezing her. “That’s even better than I’d heard,” murmured Chris, rubbing her belly to an appreciative grumble, “Are the Crosses still good with us?” “Us? You’re being awfully presumptuous Mr. Chapel! The Crosses are very, very, very ’good’ with the school, yes. In fact, they are the ones funding our private program now, perhaps because they have two more sons and four more daughters to go. There have been countless improvements, as they have provided enough money for seats, meals, privacy, and lots and lots of tasty drinks for faculty and students, available all day, all summer. Full scholarships for each student. Off-campus housing for everyone. A new designer outfit for each day of class, individually chosen by each student for themselves. Video recording for every class, shot by additional staff on the latest recording equipment. And there’s money for our expanded faculty, of course.” “Of course.” “Enrollment is up by several hundred percent, you know. Even after our strict application procedure.” “Do tell.” “We start interviews in April, from prospective students whom we know are interested, and are willing to sign strict privacy agreements. And who have the full consent of their parents, naturally. The student interviews are also taped, to ensure confidentiality of our procedures. Many of our students are from extremely prominent families, from all across the nation, and even other countries. This year, we are honored by the enrollment of two princesses, for example.” “Wow.” “Regardless of background, we interview each student individually for two hours. We begin by asking them several dozen highly personal questions. The student then delivers a fifteen minute speech on how much they want to experience our brand of education. We read them four or five extremely enticing stories, and then they offer a twenty minute narrative of their most cherished fantasies. The rest of the interview is spent viewing a large selection of our most enjoyable films.” “Sounds like a good time.” “That’s the idea, sweetie. Only the horniest students are accepted; I’ve never seen so many young bodies with hormones bubbling over. By the time we get to the movies they’re ready to burst. I’d say a good three quarters of them begin to masturbate before time is up. All of those students are informed of their acceptance as soon as they finish.” “Huh. Those princesses…” Laney smirked. “They started pleasuring themselves nine and twelve minutes into the films, respectively. One of them didn’t finish until after the films were done. But it’s not all royalty, Mr. Chapel. We are extraordinarily proud than fifteen percent of our females and twelve percent of our males are from the lowest income brackets in the nation, though they are exceptional students, straight ‘A‘s throughout school, and nymphomaniacs every one; they deserve a very enjoyable summer in reward for their hard work.” “Real philanthropists here.” “Hmm. We may have to revise our procedures, though. By the middle of May, word of our criteria had apparently been passed around to the students awaiting interview; applicants started to fully undress as soon as the films began! But even the less outgoing students are considered, based on their oral material. I remember one young man in particular; his fantasy presentation was phenomenal, involving several of his first cousins and his father’s lover. He was accepted quickly. Every applicant is given video copies of their interview on disc, for a memento. Every graduating student receives a dvd package of their classes as well, to keep them warm on those cold college evenings.” “Sounds like everyone wants to join.” “That’s why we have such an increase in student body.” “And do you still need more teachers for those student bodies?” Laney gazed at him for a second, then exploded into laughter, her breasts bouncing as she slapped her bare knees. “Yes, Mr. Chapel,” she bellowed, still giggling, “I think we do need one more teacher. You’ve done wonderfully here, and we’d love to have you on our staff.” Chris grinned wildly. He embraced his interviewer and gave her a very wet kiss of gratitude. She pushed him away gently. “Now come on, Mr. Chapel, you have to get to class. Your homeroom is waiting.” “But… hey! If you’ve already set up my homeroom, you must have known you were giving me a job… why‘d you make me wait until now?” “Well, we didn‘t know for certain until yesterday evening, when a young alum, a Ms. Haverson, phoned from Yale inquiring as to your status, Mr. Chapel.” She smiled even wider, and began to blush, just a bit. “And I wanted a chance to sample the new faculty’s work. Guilty as charged.” Laney took his hand and the two exited her office and hurried down the hall in only their underwear. They located Chris’ classroom without much effort, and strode inside. “Students!” Laney cried, “What do you think of your homeroom teacher?” Fifteen girls hooted and whistled like the crazy college kids they’d soon be. Many of them held colorful drinks in fine glassware. They must have spent weeks picking out those new outfits. Chris was floored by their enthusiasm. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice Laney sneak behind him and yank his briefs down to his thighs, revealing his eight inches to his new class. The girls applauded and hollered. The camerawoman took note. Chris turned to Laney, who was giggling again, as he kicked his underpants off of his legs. He grabbed her quick as a whip; her bra came off easily as she yelped. Her panties were a far tougher job, involving a five-minute wrestling match as the two of them laughed like school-kids, Laney’s breasts bouncing everywhere, while the real students cheered them on. Finally, her panties were stripped off her toes, her pussy soaked and dripping from enjoyment. Chris held her up, her hands behind her back. “Mr. Chapel! I don’t have time for this!” All of the girls leapt up, and they immediately began to fondle her breasts, tickle her sides, and finger her pussy to her utter delight. Two girls began to pour their drinks all over her body, getting only a few drops in her mouth, which Laney gleefully drank. Girls began to lick the alcohol off of her every inch. Chris held her hands over her head and backed away, giving the class access to her behind. More liquor was poured over her buttocks, and girls slurped it off her cheeks, digging their tongues across her asshole. Girls pinched and nibbled her tits. Three tongues were crammed into her pussy. Laney’s body thrashed in helpless abandon as an orgasm tore through her, but the young girls would not let up, even as they were showered with her fluid; she came almost like a man, and it drove Chris wild. He bent her down and booze was poured onto her back. Tongues lashed from the back of her pussy all the way up through her cheeks as alcohol poured down; with the added access, the girls drilled deep into her anus with their mouths. They sucked and pulled at her boobs like baby birds. And the unceasing attention to her pussy. Chris released her hands. Laney did not move. “WELL, I’M NOT GOING NOW! I WANT MORE!” she screamed. She stood straight as a rod and spread her legs wide and defiant, her arms wrapped like vices around her breasts. All the attention was focused on her lower body, girls all over her legs, her feet. Chris knelt down with his new students and aided two of them in eating more and more from her throbbing pussy, as if they could fill their bellies with her juice. The sixteen eager tongues rewarded her with a second volcanic orgasm, and her juice flowed onto their eager faces as she grunted in rhythmic succession. After ten incredible seconds, she finally had enough. Chris had never in his life seen a woman cum so much, and he instantaneously made it his new life’s goal to please her in a more private setting. She put her hands on her hips. “Well! Good luck in class!” “Oh, we’re gonna be twice as hard on him!” a girl sneered as all the students began to pin Chris to the floor. The camera closed in. “Now be patient, Mr. Chapel. They’re young and its their first day, so a little rowdiness can be expected.” She closed the door behind her on the class’ noise, and began to walk back to her office. After a few steps, she began to skip down the hall, naked as a newborn, her insides fluttering like a mess of happy moths. It was a great job, if you had the moxie.