7 comments/ 68975 views/ 57 favorites The Girl Who Cried Wolf 01 By: cbsummers NOTES: This is the story of a teacher seducing his student... SLOWLY. In other words, readers who want instant action should look elsewhere. But if you like character development, scene setting, dialogue and delayed gratification, then this is your story! I wrote this with a new writing partner, a sweet young British girl named Lisa. She wrote Fern's entries, and I wrote Donaldson's. Then we edited each other's work to make it as good as possible. We hope you enjoy the results! The Girl Who Cried Wolf 01 Since the whole 'pregnant incident' happened I've been thinking about something. And I've decided that if I go to this new school, and I don't like it, or if their dance program is shit, I'm going to run away. Not far, like not to America or anything, but to London. It's 200 miles away from Sheffield, so it's just far enough for me never to be found by my parents, or anyone else for that matter. I'd change my name, and my clothes and my hair so I'd be unnoticeable, so I'd never be found. I could easily get into a dance company somewhere. Or maybe I'll go into acting. I'd be famous! But first I'd need some plastic surgery, you know, so my parents won't know it's me. I think I'd be an even better actress than I am a dancer. If I'm such a good 'liar', as my father would say, then I'm bound to be a great actress. That's all acting is, lying. Pretending. Pretending to be someone you're not. Pretending things happened to you when they actually haven't. And if worse comes to worse, I could always be an exotic dancer, and buy a house with all the ten pound notes they stick in my g- string. I've got the body and face for it. Who could resist my peachy soft skin? Or my dazzling blue eyes and silky blonde hair? Or my always wet, pink pussy? Nobody! That's who! Ah fuck! Mum just called. She's on her way back. Sounds like she's been crying. One day I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch I call dad! I better go clean up all the mess I've made, before my dad goes off on one and threatens to send me to military school, for the second time this month. I'll update when I know more about this bloody school I'm going to. Bitterburn Academy. Stupid name for a stupid school! Heehee! Fern. The Girl Who Cried Wolf 01 I feel bad about it now. Ginny has it hard enough around here without me making it worse. Girls can be so cruel to people like Ginny. Over the years I've heard more than one girl calling her a 'two bagger', which means that when she's with a boy, she needs to wear a bag over her head, and the boy has to wear the other bag over his, just in case her bag fails. Maybe I'm old, but she's never really struck me as that ugly. Certainly, her red hair is awfully stringy, and her freckles are so dense and dark that it looks like someone sprayed her face with brown ink, and her expression is badly distorted by those gleaming silver braces on her teeth, but she's kind of cute, to me anyway. If she weren't so obnoxious, I might even fantasize about her, but she is obnoxious, so I don't. Not like her roommate... Britta Collier, the flirtatious brunette eleventh-grader of my dreams! When I moved on to Britta's bed I was surprised to discover what a slob she is. Her dresser is covered with a messy assembly of ribbons, scarves, jewellery, dolls, shoes, lotions, perfumes and other girlish things. Her bed is unmade, and absolutely littered with dirty clothes, school books, and half-finished homework. Beyond her bed, her wall is completely obscured with magazine cut-outs of male celebrities, most of them my age or older. I was about to move on when I noticed one of Britta's bras hanging loose from the headboard. Without thinking, I lifted it up in my hands and pressed my face into the cup, and breathed in her powdery, youthful scent. The scent of her naked breast. My cock began to rise, so I had to remind myself that I wasn't here for this sort of carnal foolishness. So I put my filthy thoughts aside, let go of Britta's bra, and moved on to Fern's corner. Fern's wall is undecorated, but that's not surprising. She's only been here a week. Her books are piled up on her dresser, and appear mostly unopened. I looked through her dresser, but it was empty, except the top drawer which she's been using for dirty clothes. Her neatly made bed is decorated with three or four expensive Steiff animals, but other than that, I didn't see many personal items on display other than her flannel nightie. Odd. Then I checked under the bed, and found two fully packed suitcases. She's apparently been living out of them, either under the impression that her parents are going to change their mind and come get her, or she's planning to run away. I presume the latter. Dreamers like Fern are prone to unrealistic optimism about their chances in the outside world. I fear for her. I must do something to prevent her from taking to the road. I'm going to recommend that Ms. Dollarhyde confiscate Fern's money and clothes, leaving only her uniform and underwear. Runaways can't get far from Bitterburn without bus fare. The city is too far away to walk unnoticed in a school uniform. I looked through her suitcases thoroughly, just to make sure she wasn't hiding anything, such as drugs or alcohol. She has several magazines about dance, and a small collection of pop cd's, but nothing unusual. So then I checked under her mattress, where I found two items of notice. The first was a diary. I would have read it, but for the fact that it's got a locked clasp, so I put it back where I found it. The second item was a magazine called, "Public School Pussycats." At first glance I took it to be some sort of teenybopper magazine, because the cover featured a photo of a fresh, freckle-faced blonde girl dressed in a school uniform, not unlike the ones the girls at Bitterburn wear: Blue blazer, white blouse and striped tie, though this girl's skirt was gray, rather than the traditional blue-green tartan of Bitterburn. But upon opening the magazine, my eyes fell upon that same girl, now down on all fours, sucking her middle aged teacher's cock. Good lord. I was more than a little shocked that such a sweet young girl as Fern would have such utter filth in her possession. I flipped quickly through the filthy thing, finding each article to be a variation on the same theme. Teachers and students having a go at each other, in full colour, with no anatomical detail or physiological function left to the imagination. My first thought was to confiscate this magazine, but its absence would surely be noted, so I moved to put it back where I found it. But my eyes fell upon that sweet faced girl on the cover again. Her blue eyes so sweet and innocent... a delightful spattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks... light brown hair neatly brushed behind her lovely little ears. I'd seen a thousand faces just like hers over the years, smiling back at me from behind their desks. I absently sat on Fern's bed, and looked through the girl's article again, wondering how old she was. The model, I mean. She had to be eighteen, at least, but not much older. I was reasonably certain I'd never taught this particular girl, but somewhere out there in Britain there were other men, other teachers, who did have this very girl in their classrooms once upon a time. And those men might have bought this very magazine. God. What must that like for them, I wondered? Seeing a former student, now flat on her back on a teacher's desk with her legs wide be open as a man rammed his cock in and out of her fresh young pussy. Before I realised what I was doing, I'd taken out my old fella and had begun to masturbate, right there in the girls' room, my eyes glued to that filthy article. I began to think about Fern. She'd looked at these very pages, while no doubt fingering her fresh young pussy in the process. Perhaps Britta and Ginny had masturbated to it too. I looked at Britta's bra, and thought about her soft, perfectly round tits, and jerked my long, hard cock, mumbling to myself filthy things that I blush now to remember. I even looked at Ginny's bed, a girl I'd never thought of sexually before, and pictured her pinched, freckly little face, and wondered what she would think of me if she knew what I was doing in her room right now. It made me so hard to imagine her watching me do this, green eyes wide with horror. Or would she love it? Yes, Ginny, feast your pretty eyes on by big fat lolly. Would you like a taste? Yes, that's it, get down on your knees, and open your mouth. But mind the braces. I wouldn't want you to scratch me old fella. That thought was a little too creepy, even for me, so I looked into the magazine again, flipping to the final spread of that article, in which the teacher is shooting a copious frosting of cum all over his student's freckly face. Then I noticed that the pages were warped, as if they'd gotten wet at some point in the past. Holding it up to the light I saw the pattern of the dried wet spot: It was a spray, radiating upward. I realised with shock that Fern had cum while looking at this very image, squirting her hot juices all over these pages in the process. I'd fucked quite a few girls back in university, but never a squirter. I felt every hair on my head thrilling erect, and I buried my face in the article and breathed in deeply, catching just a whiff of Fern's sex. I was jerking myself so hard now that her bed was squeaking and scooting around on the tile floor. And then I felt the warning signs that I was going to blow, and soon. Normally, I masturbate with a sock over my cock to catch the copious surges of cum that issue forth, but lacking such an implement, I opened Fern's top drawer and reached into her dirty clothes, hoping to find a sock, but instead bringing out a pair of white panties with little red hearts on the waistband. I wrapped it desperately around the tip of my cock just in time to catch the first explosion of cum. I moaned and jerked and filled Fern's cotton panties with a slimy load of semen, so dense and wet and gooey that several big white blobs fell on Fern's flannel nightie. But of course, the moment that my crazy lust abated, I felt like a proper shit. A filthy, disgusting shit. That's when I heard voices out in the green. I'd lost track of time, and now the hockey match was over and soon the girls would be running into the dorm, and I might be discovered. I quickly put my cock away, and jammed Fern's magazine under her bed again. Then I stuffed the dripping wet pair of panties into my pocket and left the dorm out the back way, terrified, thrilled, and extremely relieved. Tomorrow I'm going to leave this silly, dirty old man business behind me. I'm going to make an appointment with Fern, and be a proper teacher to her. I barely know her, but I need to change that. If she ran away, I'd never forgive myself, so I must do something about that. I need to start having proper counselling session with her. I need to get serious. And I need to get rid of these panties. If my wife found them in my effects, I'd be done for. I need to throw them in the fireplace. I will. But first. I think I'll masturbate into them one last time. The Girl Who Cried Wolf 02 NOTES: This is the second part of an erotic novel about a disobedient teenager named Fern, who told so many lies in the past, that nobody believes that she's now being molested by her perverted professor, Mr. Donaldson. In the last installment, Professor Donaldson spanked Fern, forced her to strip naked, and finally ended up breaking Fern's hymen with a lolly pop. But much to Fern's surprise, she enjoyed every second of it. This story is written with an emphasis on character development. So it takes a lot of time to get to 'the good parts', so don't expect instant gratification. This story also contains numerous S&M scenarios, of light torture and erotic manipulation. The authors DO NOT endorse Professor Donaldson's teaching methods. Please keep in mind that this is an erotic fantasy, not a manual on educator ethics. Enjoy! THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF Part 2 By C.B. Summers & Lisa Ross 15 PROFESSOR DONALDSON'S JOURNAL Wednesday October 23rd It's been nearly three weeks since the lolly incident, yet I still can't get the image of Fern's maidenhead out of my mind. That adorable little membrane... so pink. So cute. So delicate. So doomed. It looked a bit ragged, actually, as if it were barely hanging on. I suppose that's common. Most hymens are broken by accident, long before a girl comes of age. But by some miracle, Fern still had hers. And I took it. I took a student's innocence. I can't believe I actually did it. But when I saw Fern's cherry, the urge to be the first to explore her unplumbed depths overwhelmed my senses. I put the lollipop to that delicate flap of flesh and pushed. Then with a slight snap, and a drop of blood, it was over. Not much to it really, yet I nearly came in my trousers at the sight. And then I 'fucked' her incomparably beautiful young pussy with that lolly, working it on her virgin G-spot, giving her such a powerful orgasm that she squirted gushing jets of hot, steamy cum into my mouth. Good lord, she tasted delicious. And now, wouldn't you know, my favourite soft drink is Fanta orange, because the flavour conjures up images of my tongue deep inside that sweet, innocent young student of mine, licking her rosy quim, as her fluffy little blonde curls tickle the tip of my nose. I suppose I shouldn't be so cavalier about it. I did a terrible thing. An unforgivable thing. But I did it for the good of Fern's education, didn't I? She needed to learn that laziness and apathy come at a high price. A hard lesson, to be sure, but someone had to reach her before she ruined her future. And it seems to have had the desired effect, because she finally started doing her homework. Poorly to be sure, but at least she's putting in a bit of effort now. And in our regular tutoring sessions, she's been meek and obedient,instead of insolent. Fear, I've discovered, is the only way to motivate the poor girl. Still, I doubt you'd find the 'lolly rape' technique in the Educator's Guidebook. At first I was worried that she might report me to the authorities, in spite of the many times she cried 'wolf' in the past. But the police haven't knocked down my door just yet. Nor have any lightning bolts stricken me down from the heavens. I can only conclude that the universe approves of my lesson plan. But just to be on the safe side, I refrained from delivering any further punishments for a fortnight. But that turned out to be an unwise idea. Just the other day, she did poorly on Miss Hogarth's Biochem test, in spite of all our preparatory work. More surprising, she utterly bombed my Western Literature test. Apparently she hasn't been doing her reading, in spite of her many promises to the contrary. Still, I was reticent to 'cross the line' with her again, apprehensive of the consequences, so I decided not to punish her. But I changed my mind after her onerous father, Lord Clabberton, called me at home, shrieking like a banshee. "What are you bloody playing at, Donaldson? The Headmistress tells me that my silly daughter has failed another round of assessments! I thought you were supposed to be some kind of bloody expert at daft articles like her! If you can't handle Fern, I know someone who can! Colonel David Rogers, at the Duke of York Military School!" I was aghast. "Military school? They'd never admit a girl like Fern!" "Shows how much you know, you bloody pouf! I was a lieutenant in the Royal Navy! I've got connections, me boy, so they'll have to accept the useless embarrassment if I say so. But never let it be said I ain't a fair man. I'll give you till Half Term Holiday to whip her into shape. I'll be coming to pick her up on the evening of the 27th. Does she have any assessments between now and then?" "Yes. On friday the 25th, I'll be having one in Psychology, as will Mr. Lawson in Biology." "Right. Here's the deal, Donaldson. If she gets a C or better on either assessment, then I'll give you another go. But if she gets a D or less in both, she better bloody well start learning how to march!" Then he hung up on me. How could the mad prick even dream of sending a sensitive, fragile flower like Fern to a place like that? God, they'd eat her alive! No, I simply couldn't let such a thing happen! So, the very next day I ordered Fern to report to my private office during lunchtime. After she entered, I locked the door and said, "I thought you learned your lesson last time, Miss Clabberton, but once again you failed to study properly for your assessments. Therefore, I'm going to administer another punishment." "Yes sir." "What do you think it should be? And don't you dare go easy on yourself, or I'll have to invent my own punishment." She looked up at me, fear glowing in her bright blue eyes. Then she stammered, "I... uh... a spanking?" "Very well. How many strikes?" She thought for a moment, trying to come up with a number that would satisfy me but not be too painful. She meekly squeaked, "Uh... maybe... one for each answer I missed?" I laughed. "Brilliant idea. I happen to have the records right here in my email." After checking, I said, "32 strikes it is." Her eyes went wide, and she muttered, "Shit." I suppose she had no idea how badly she'd done. I removed my jacket and said, "Please turn toward the wall. Now, if you please, raise your skirt. Higher. Higher." I watched with growing excitement as she slowly lifted her hem, until her lovely little bum was revealed, clad in an adorable pair of white cotton knickers with little bunny rabbits hopping about. Then I hooked my index fingers in her waistband and slowly lowered her knickers to the floor, biting my lip in wonder at the glorious sight of her creamy white bum. I knelt down, lifted her feet gently one by one to remove her knickers, and stood again, pressing them to my nose to inhale the sweet musk of Fern's sex. Then I stepped closer, pressing my growing erection to her bare bottom. I could feel her quivering with terror. Then I balled the bunnies up, reached around and stuffed them into her mouth, saying, "Don't make a peep." She nodded obediently. Then I stepped back, raised my arm, and administered the punishment, one swat at a time. POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!... on and on I went, gently at first, but making each swat progressively firmer. Her beautiful bum jiggled and jumped under my administrations, and her pale white skin began to flush with blood, until both cheeks were beet red. I didn't want to leave a bruise, so I moved down to her upper thighs. I suppose that hurt even more because she had a hard time muffling her squeals of pain. Toward the end she began to quiver so hard that I was certain she was having another unwanted orgasm. Rivulets of glistening moisture began dripping down her inner thighs. After my last swat, I left my hand on her quaking bum and began to rub it soothingly, while saying, "This friday, before the Half Term holiday, you'll be having another round of assessments in Biology and Psychology. On midnight after the tests, you are to report to my classroom, where I shall give you a reward for each C or better in, or a punishment for each D or less. Do you understand?" She nodded, whimpering around the panties in her mouth. "Good. Because this is not a lark." I pinched her bum sharply, making her jump and squeak. Then I stepped back and said, "You may lower your skirt, and remove the knickers from your mouth." She lowered her hem, then spit the wadded wet knickers out, and started to put them on again, but I held our my palm. "Give them to me." She did, then I said, "Now off you go. Enjoy your afternoon." Her jaw fell open, "I can't go out there without any knickers on! I have classes!" "Just keep your skirt down at the regulation length, instead of hiking it up as you girls are fond of doing, and stay away from breezes. You should be fine." She nodded, then turned to leave, thoroughly humiliated. Yes, I think she'll study much harder this time. But now that I think of it, I could swear that she was suppressing a smile as she left my office. And there was a definite skip in her step as she walked down the hallway. It's almost as if she enjoyed being spanked. Of course! Why didn't I see it before? Fern must have a paraphilia for sexual masochism! I really am a bloody fool not to have noticed something so obvious. After all, she's had orgasms every time I've spanked her. For all I know, she failed those assessments on purpose, just to provoke me into punishing her! Good lord! That's exactly what she did! The devious little vixen!! If she's deriving pleasure from my punishments, that would undermine everything I'm trying to accomplish with them. Why, I bet she's planning to fail her Half Term assessments as well! Perhaps it's time to redefine the meaning of 'punishment'. 16 FERN CLABBERTON'S DIARY Thursday October 24th Dear diary. That fucker!! That evil fucker! You'll never believe what he done! But let me start from the beginning... Ginny's been waking up at the crack of dawn all week, preparing tomorrow's assessments. But I don't bother. Why study when you're planning to fail? Hee, hee. God, I must be out of my mind. I'm setting myself up for another one of Donaldson's insane punishments... two of them, actually. What's wrong with me? The first time that psycho spanked me was terrifying, painful, and humiliating!!! Worst of all, I felt like a shitty little whore for having that crazy orgasm. I wanted him to suffer for hurting me like that! But nobody would believe me! Fuckers! I never felt so bloody helpless in my life. Friendless. Useless. Alone. I hoped he'd leave it at that, but then he made me strip for him during that flash card session! So humiliating... but so sexy! God, the way he was leering at me! I loved it! I don't know why, but I intentionally flopped a couple of questions, just so I could show him my pussy and tits. And if that weren't bonkers enough, I stepped up to him and put my left boob right in his mouth! What a stupid idea! He nearly raped me! I had to beg him not to, and when he agreed, I actually felt grateful. To that asshole! GRATEFUL! And instead of raping a student, he wanked off right there in front of me and made me lick his cum off my fingers. DIS... GUS... TING!!! But afterwards, thinking about it, I masturbated myself sore! What kind of freak am I? And then... the lolly. The goddamned orange lolly. I've never felt so violated in my whole fricking life! Not even the time I caught mum reading my emails with Kirsty! But oh shit, it was so fucking HOT!!! Every time I think about it... that demented, sexy beast fucking me with a lolly... his old, but tender tongue licking my pussy... oh, shit, I get sooooooooooooooo fucking WET! And after that I was terrified (in a good way) of what he'd do next, but he teased me for two weeks! Threatening punishments, but never following through. I even flunked a couple of tests on purpose but he sent me home without a punishment, and I was actually SAD over it! I even CRIED, if you can believe that. But then, much to my relief, he called me into his office yesterday and spanked me harder and longer than ever! Fuck did it hurt! And he made me go around the rest of the day without any knickers on. How humiliating! But, oh goodness me, I've never masturbated so much in my life! I've masturbated so much in the past couple days that my clit aches when I touch it now. Maybe I need a break. But it's so hard when all I can think about at night is him. HIM!!! That fucking BEAST! But here's the weirdest thing: in spite of all this depravity, humiliation and fear, I feel happier than ever. The air is fresher, the sun is warmer, the sky is bluer. But that's not to say I'm not scared. I am. I'm fucking terrified of what sick shit he might do next! But the thing is, I'm not scared of being terrified, if that makes any sense. Donaldson may be a shit teacher, but he's taught me one thing: I'm stronger than I ever knew. Let him do his worst. He'll never destroy me. I'm Super-Fern! I can turn pain into pleasure. Humiliation into empowerment! Fear into fun! Oh yeah, I'm definitely a freak. Anyway, as I lay in bed this morning, I was trying to decide what I wanted my punishments to be. One of them definitely had to be another spanking. Yeah. Good and hard. I want him to really make me cry this time. Spank my bottom black and blue so I feel it for days. I'll get every single answer wrong, this time! Yeah, that'll be a lot of swats! Hee, hee! As for my second punishment... I had no idea. My imagination isn't as demented as his. But a wild thought popped into my mind... What if he fucked me up the ass? God, I bet that would hurt! Oh, there's no way I'd ever actually let him do something like that, not in a million zillion years. But it's a super hot fantasy. So hot, in fact, that I started quietly masturbating under my covers. What?! It isn't my fault! I just cant help what the sick bastard does to me! Anyway, I guess I wasn't doing it quietly enough, because Ginny snapped, "Oh, would you give it a rest? Some of us are trying to study." I was about to say something nasty to her, but right then, Britta came in from the shower, wrapped up in a towel. Ginny proudly bragged, "I'm definitely going to win another lollipop from Dear old Donny tomorrow." I nearly pissed myself laughing! If she had the slightest idea where Donaldson loved shoving those lollies, she'd be scarred for life! Ginny gave me the dirtiest look ever, and then hissed, "What are you laughing at, bimbo? If you studied a little harder, instead of rubbing yourself stupid all the time, you could win a lolly of your own and you wouldn't have to nick them from me!" I rolled my eyes. "I keep telling you, I didn't touch your precious lollies! You must've miscounted, muggins!" She stuck her tongue out at me and I stuck mine right back. Of course, she was right. I'd nicked a few. I threw away that cherry one I tasted last week... yuck! But after Proffy D busted my hymen, I'd nicked another from Ginny's collection, lemon I think, so I could do a little 'experimentation' with it. It felt okay, but maybe I wasn't doing it right. Not as good as Donaldson anyway. I wrapped that lolly back up when I was done and returned it to Ginny's collection, good as new, just a little smaller and stickier than before. Therefore, technically, I'd only taken one of her precious lollies. Hardly the crime of the century. Then Britta said, "I love ya Ginny, but getting this wound up over a bunch of sweets is just silly if you ask me." "Well, you would think that. You never won one either!" Britta shrugged. "Yeah. So? Some people are easily motivated I suppose. But I'd need a much better reward than a lolly to make me as swotty as you." I said, "Is that so? Like what?" Britta giggled. "Oh, I don't know." I saw the twinkle in Britta's eye. She was definitely thinking about something scandalous, so I said, "No, really. What reward would motivate you to study as hard as Ginny P?" A sly little grin spread out on her face, "Well... I guess I'd put in a bit more effort in Western Lit if the reward was a kiss from Dear old Donny." She giggled again, but I could tell she wasn't joking. She really meant it. I already knew that she had a big crush on Donaldson, but I didn't know how I'd feel about it! Angry! Jealous! Absolutely-eye scratching mad! I felt a fury boiling up in me that I've never felt before. I just about threw an eppy! But then Britta unwrapped the bathrobe from her perfect body, and my anger turned to envy. Her tits are so much bigger than mine, and her skin is so olive-toned and lovely, like maybe she's got some Mediterranean blood in her. Not all pasty pale like me. And her dark brown muff is so soft and silky, just like her long, long hair. Mine's never been long enough to wear in a ponytail like hers. So adorable. I've got better legs, thanks to dance, but honestly, if Donaldson ever saw Britta like this, he'd forget all about me. Damn it, she's a talent! Plus she's taller than me, and nicer too. Sweet, and thoughtful, and funny. Bitch. But he'd never lay his filthy hands on Britta. He doesn't have her trapped like I'm trapped, so he'd never get away with it. Britta may not be under-aged, but June Tanika told me that it's illegal for teachers to mess around with students as young as her. He'd never take that chance. Besides, as long as he has me, why would he need anybody else? My anger faded, and I asked, "A kiss? That's all you'd want from him?" Britta blushed bright pink and said, "A good kiss. You know, tongue and whatnot." She sighed at the thought. "Nothing more?" "Maybe a wee bit more." She giggled shyly, her cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink, "Okay... a lot more!" Ginny, who was now combing her stringy hair in the mirror, rolled her eyes. "Eugh. Disgusting!" Britta smiled, "Oh don't you get all high and mighty, Ginny Perry! If Dear old Donny ever gave you the time of day, you'd toss him off." "I'd never!" "Would so!" "Would not!" I guess I'm starting to learn a thing or two from Donaldson, because I suddenly remembered a snatch of Shakespeare from Western Lit: "The lady doth protest too much, me thinks!" As we giggled, Ginny glared at her reflection and continued to comb her orange hair, and I realised that Britta was right. Ginny had an even bigger thing for Donaldson than either of us. Why, she's madly in love with him! But she's so plain and thin and has such a spotty face and such a big nose! There's no way he'd ever have a go at a scarecrow like her. If she ever actually tried to toss him off with that metal-mouth of hers, he'd shrivel from fear of laceration! Hee hee hee. But I kinda feel bad for Ginny, to tell the truth. Must suck to be so ugly! God. I can't imagine what it's like to walk around looking like that! All the time! Well, Britta certainly doesn't have that problem. As she dried off, I couldn't take my eyes off her naked body. I guess I was still a bit turned on from masturbating, because I began to wonder if she's a good kisser. Me and Kirsty used to make out sometimes. We're not lezzys or anything, but I have to admit, it was kind of sexy. I even felt her up once, and would of done more if she'd have let me. You know, just to see what it was like. Nothing lezzy about that. Just normal, healthy curiosity. Britta saw me staring at her tits, but she didn't snap at me like I thought she might. She just turned to face me as she put on her bra, proudly giving me an eyeful of her bangers. Maybe she was just showing off, but I got the impression that she was flirting with me, that little lesbo! Then I saw that she was having trouble with the latch on her bra so I hopped up to give her a hand. As I stood behind her, hooking her up, my fingertips brushed against her silky soft skin, and I felt a crazy tingle shooting up my spine. Then without even thinking about it, I reached around and gave her boobies a quick squeeze! I don't know what came over me! The Girl Who Cried Wolf 02 Britta giggled, thinking I was joking around, but I'm not sure I was! The feel of her squishy tits in my hands sent an electric shock through my pussy that gave me tingles all over! So I went back to my bed, giggling on the outside, but worrying on the inside, Oh no! Am I turning into a lezzy? I thought about that as I dressed. I've always considered myself straight. But now I realised that I'd only ever seen two pricks in the flesh, and they both gave me the heebie jeebies. Joshua's was crooked and gross and Donaldson's was terrifying! I mean, it's way, way, way too big! It has to be bigger around than my forearm, like the porno guys in Britta's grot mag. Scary! He'd rip me open with that thing! But here I was getting warm fuzzy feelings from touching up Britta's boobs. And I wanted to feel them again! Without her bra getting in the way! I guess this is what comes from being locked up in all-girls boarding schools half your life! Right then and there I decided that my second punishment would be to give Proffy D a hand job, and put an end to this whole penis-o-phobia thing. I don't want to end up a lesbo like Britta! That decided, I headed off to spend an easy day goofing off, for my soon-to-be-failed tests. My after-lunch period was an open-study hour, and like lots of the girls, I chose to 'study' out in the grassy garden. There I was, under the old willow tree, sipping a cold can of Dr. Pepper, with my books open in front of me, in order to look like I was studying. But really, I was just daydreaming about getting a good spanking, while everyone else was swotting like mad. It was a bit nippy out, but what do you expect as it's almost Halloween? Didn't matter though because I had my longest pair of socks on, and felt cosy in the dappled sunlight. After a while I leaned back against the tree and closed my eyes and daydreamed about choreographing a dance for the talent contest in which Donaldson would occasionally spank me in front of the whole student body until my ass was glowing red. What fun! Then I felt a dark shadow casting over me. I looked up to see Donaldson standing there, looking down at me, smiling that evil smirk of his. Evil, but god damn sexy! I thought maybe he was going to remind me to visit his classroom at midnight. And I was right, mostly right anyway. His deep voice rumbled, "Hello Fern, how are you on this miraculous thursday afternoon?" I peeked cutely up at him from under my fringe, and said, "Hiya Proffy D! I'm good." He grinned. "I must say, you're looking as smart as ever." I giggled and looked down at my school uniform, "Oh, this old thing? It's so frightfully difficult for a lady to decide what to wear when her wardrobe is as sumptuous as mine. I almost went with the diamond studded gown, but something about this ensemble spoke to me." He chuckled deeply, then said, "I certainly hope you're studying for tomorrow's assessments. I have a really good feeling you're going to pass." "I'm not as confident as you, but I'm swotting myself silly. Don't want to let you down." "In that case, let's cancel our tutoring session this evening. I want to make sure you have plenty of time to study." That was great news! Now I had the whole evening to kick back. "Okay. Thanks." He just stood there leering down at my chest, so I hissed, "Why are you smiling like that you perv?" "Oh, no reason. No reason at all. I also wanted to inform you about your punishments and rewards for tomorrow night." My heart skipped a beat. "Hey, wait. I thought I got to choose them!" "Not any longer. I think you may be going too easy on yourself." My eyes narrowed. "Go on..." "If you get a D or less on ONE test, your punishment will be... afternoon tea with Mrs. Dollarhyde." "WHAT?" "I thought you'd like that. She's offered to give you some private one-on-one time out of her busy schedule, to share a woman's prospective on your problems." "Oh YUCK!" "If you get a D or less on BOTH tests, you punishment will be... " He paused a long time, then said, "The Duke of York Military School." I just stared up at him with my mouth open. "Not my idea, I assure you. But your father's patience appears to be running thin." I rolled my eyes, "Oh, he's always throwing around that silly old threat." But Donaldson looked dead serious as he said, "I'm afraid he means it this time, Fern. I rang the Colonel who runs the place, and he said your application is being processed as we speak." I felt a shiver run down my spine. I may enjoy a bit of pain... but Military School? Kill me now! "I hope you're taking this seriously, Fern. If you flunk both tests I'm afraid you won't be returning from October break. We'll miss you at the Halloween party, but you'll be in Dover, wearing an entirely different costume, consisting of camo fatigues, and an adorable little beret." All I could say was, "Bugger all." Then he said, with utmost firmness, "These will be your punishments, Fern. Are we understood? No negotiation." THE EVIL FUCKER!! You should of seen my face! As red as a ruby! I thought I was going to burst! Then he smiled, "But let's not look on the gloomy side. I fully anticipate success, so shall we discuss rewards?" Then he pulled my iPod out of his pocket, and I just about squealed with joy! "Mrs. Dollarhyde has agreed to let you have this back if... when you pass your Psychology assessment. I'm confident you can do it, Fern." Then he put it back into his pocket. I said hopefully, "And... the other reward... is my phone?" "The reward for passing your Biology assessment is something much more special, if I may say so myself. Are you ready for it?" I nodded, feeling a sharp thrill of fear. He looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but nobody was. The other girls were behind him, buried in their studies. Unexpectedly, he unzipped his trousers and folded his monstrously thick cock out, just inches away from my face! My, oh my. You should of seen it, dangling there in full sunlight! Flaccid, but still crazy massive! 2 inches wide, over 6 inches long and all veiny and freakishly beautiful. The fat head of it was peeking out from under his foreskin with that one little squinty eye, as if it were an eel ready to strike! I was shocked and terrified, yet I could feel drool trickling down the side of my mouth, and juices flowing into my pussy. My reaction reminded me of something he'd been teaching us about in Psychology class: Pavlov's dog! One look at that bone, and I was drooling for a bite! I reached out to grab it, but I was too slow. He shoved it back into his boxers and zipped up whilst rumbling, "If you pass your Biology assessment you get to suck on my big tasty lollipop until you reach the sticky, creamy, white centre." And with that, he walked away, the evil fucker! He just walked away! I leaned forward, and opened my books, and started sweating bullets. I skipped Biochem lab and the rest of my classes, just to study, and I've been swotting all night, other than taking this little diary break. But now that I've caught you up, I better get back to work. If I don't pass both tests, I'm gonna burn the fucking school down to the ground! I need to get my hands on that cock. One way or another, it's MINE! 17 PROFESSOR DONALDSON'S JOURNAL Friday October 25th 7:30 PM Reckless. How could I be so reckless? I was so proud of myself all week for keeping Fern's education at the forefront of my mind, and refraining from any unnecessary punishments during our late-night tutoring sessions. But this morning I whipped out my cock, right there in the middle of the garden! What was I thinking? There are windows around the periphery! As far as I know, nobody saw me. But they could have! Reckless! I should have left well enough alone, but noooo. I wasn't finished with my reckless behaviour just yet. As I was passing out the Psychology Half Term assessments this afternoon, I felt strangely euphoric. I was walking up and down the aisles, looking down at my students' sweet, innocent little heads, and inhaling their youthful perfume, all the while vibrating with lust. Luckily, I was wearing a loose-fitting jacket, or someone might have noticed my massive erection. When I handed Fern her test, I firmly brushed my boner against her extended arm. She looked up at me with a startled expression of horrified excitement. I merely smiled, and said, "Good Luck, Miss Clabberton." After telling the girls that they had 45 minutes to complete the assessment, I sat behind my desk and watched them, my cock throbbing mightily in my pants, refusing to fade away... pleading with me to set it free. So I did. Reckless insanity! I unzipped my fly and took out my cock in a classroom full of teenaged girls! My desk is solid in front, so they couldn't possibly see it, but irregardless, what a demented thing to do! I'd never done this before. I'd never even been tempted to. But now, feeling utterly immune to discovery, and mad with power, I wrapped my hand around myself, feeling the searing heat of my hot blood radiating into my fingers. I began to stroke myself very slowly, so nobody would notice any strange movements in my arm, as my eyes wandered about the room, passing from one lovely young lady to the next. They were each so adorable, as they concentrated on their assessments in delightfully individual ways. Fiona Windsor was slumping down in her seat, as usual, with her knees akimbo, feet turned sole to sole. My eyes wandered up the creamy perfection of her inner thighs, catching a delightful glimpse of her cotton panties. After a minute of stroking, my eyes moved on, and came to rest on Tale Shakawe, who had her elbows on her desk and her hands on her head, massaging her black braids as if to tease out the answers. This pose was squeezing her huge breasts together so tightly that the buttons on her blouse looked as if they might pop off at any moment. The top button had already come undone, putting her chocolate-brown cleavage on stunning display. I squeezed my cock harder, imagining what it would be like to slip it between those massive African teats of hers. After a minute, she shifted to start filling in the test, and her cleavage disappeared, so my eyes roved on, taking in each girl one by one, as I gave my cock several strokes each, as if trying to share myself equally with each of my students. Then my eyes landed on Britta Collier, that ponytailed little tease who's always trying to flirt with me. She must not have studied very hard, because her eyebrows were knitted up with intense concentration, and she was chewing the end of her pencil. My eyes fixated on her lips. Her beautiful red lips... parting deliciously over that lucky pencil, as she nibbled her eraser. I pretended to yawn, in order to hawk a bit of spit into my palm. Now I could stoke my cock with lubrication. Britta idly opened her mouth a bit more, and began to tap the eraser against the tip of her little pink tongue. Oh god, how I wished that was my cock instead! After a minute or two, she glanced up at me, and blushed when she saw that I was looking right at her. She looked down again, embarrassed at getting caught checking me out. Then she answered a few questions. But when she reached a stumper, she brought the rubber to her mouth again, this time with her lovely red lips puckering over it, as if she were suckling a nipple... my nipple perhaps. After several wonderful minutes of pencil slurping, she looked up at me again, and this time our eyes locked. She froze. After a moment I could see her thinking, has he been staring at me this whole time? Oh god... he's been watching me suck my pencil! A blush spread out on her olive toned cheeks, but she stubbornly kept her eyes locked on mine, and continued to suckle the end of her pencil, though now with a bit more suggestiveness, sliding it in and out slowly, like a tiny little cock. She'd done this kind of thing before, finding it fun to embarrass me, knowing I would look away quickly. But this time I didn't look away. I just kept staring into her doe-eyes, while secretly stroking my cock. As the seconds ticked by, I saw her cheeks blushing a deeper shade of red. Then her eyes grew wider as she realized that I wasn't playing a game. I was flirting with her. Oh, she'd flirted with me a hundred times before, but I'd never flirted back. And now that it was actually happening, she was utterly unnerved. She suddenly looked down at her test again, breathless with embarrassment, gripping her pencil tight, to prevent herself from sticking it in her mouth again. I smiled with satisfaction, having won this little game, and stroked myself slowly as I silently dared her to look up at me again. "I'm finished, Professor!" announced Fern from her seat in the front row. She held her completed assessment aloft and shook it about with ridiculous pride. The girls giggled, because Fern had never finished anything first. But she turned back to them and snapped, "Oh, bite me, bitches!" That caused a bit of a commotion, so I said, in my most Professorial tone, "That'll do, Fern. Just put it on my desk." She made a gaudy show of sauntering to my desk, but not before waving her completed assessment in Ginny's face. Then as Fern was laying it in my basket, she announced, "You might as well give me my lolly right now. I effing aced it!" Then she stuck her tongue out at Ginny and strutted back to her desk. But Ginny merely rolled her eyes and started working on her assessment again. I locked eyes with Fern now, but unlike Britta, she didn't look away. She wasn't overpowered by the blazing lust in my gaze. She soaked it up, and reflected it back. My cock swelled even harder, if you can believe it. Then, the naughty little brat put her hands on her thighs and slowly... very slowly, pushed her knees apart, while drawing up her skirt bit by bit with her fingertips. Oh, what a bad girl! I bashed the bishop faster and faster, as she revealed more and more of her inner thighs, until I realized with delight that she wasn't wearing panties. Her delicious little pussy was glistening wet, as it peeked at me from the shadow under her desk. And then she began to suck her thumb, slowly sliding it and out of her pouty pink lips, as she stared right into my eyes. And for the next ten minutes I masturbated with excruciating caution, so as to not arouse suspicions, building slowly, purposefully, exquisitely toward the approaching crescendo. But when I was just a few notes away from the cymbal crash, Ginny finished her test. I didn't even notice until I heard her announce, "I'm done, Professor Donaldson." Fern closed her legs, depriving my lust of fuel. Shit. I was close... so close. I turned and saw that Ginny had already come to the front of the room and was waiting at the corner of my desk, grinning like an eager puppy. I grunted, "Yes... well... just... put it in the basket." She laid the test on top of Fern's, saying, "Sorry it took me so long to finish, but I like to check my answers thoroughly." "Yes... Certainly... Good" She cocked her silly little head to the side, and said, "It's not about who gets there first, but who gets there best. Isn't that right professor?" Ginny Perry is just about as plain as a girl can get, what with her stringy ginger hair, spotty complexion, and honking big nose. But lately I've grown fond of her face. Perhaps it's her big green eyes, which are ever gleaming with eagerness, or perhaps it's her dogged devotion to me. Whatever it is, she seems to be getting cuter and cuter with each passing day. In fact, I felt my cock stiffening harder in my hand as she stared at me, waiting for my response. Then I realized that every eye in the room was on me. My girls. Watching me. Waiting with Ginny to hear my answer, deliciously unaware that I was stroking my cock with long, sweeping motions under my desk, and getting dangerously close to a volcanic eruption. I grunted slightly as I finally answered, "Yes... yes it is, Ginny." I smiled at her, and she smiled back, with eager affection, exhibiting her braces in all their glittery splendour. I imagined them dripping with my cum. Suddenly my body tensed up, and I held my breath, as I exploded all over the underside of my desk. Fantastic! Brilliant! Perfection! It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming, "FUCK YEAH!!!" Ginny said, "Are you okay, Mr. Donaldson?" I started to breathe again with a gasp. "Yes... Ginny... fine... I just have a bit of indigestion. Remind me not to eat any more of Mrs. Bellingham's mystery meat." The room erupted in laughter. Then, as the girls looked down at their assessments again, Ginny leaned toward me and whispered, "If you want, I can hang around afterward, and help you grade the tests." I chuckled. "That won't be necessary, Ginny. You've already been a big help to me today." She blushed, and stammered, "I... I... I'd do anything for Dear Old Donny." Then I whispered, "I know, Ginny. You're a wonderful girl." Ginny paused. Taken aback by the hint of flirtation in my tone. Then she grinned from ear to ear, and awkwardly returned to her seat, acting like a silly girl who'd just gotten an autograph from her favourite pop star. I must be out of my mind. Flirting with my students... and masturbating in my classroom! Reckless! Utterly reckless! Oh, but I wasn't done being reckless just yet. 18 FERN CLABBERTON'S DIARY October 25th 7:30 P.M. Dear Diary, My first assessment was a doddle. I actually finished ten minutes before that daft cow Ginny. You should've seen the dirty look she gave me! Everyone else seemed to be having a hard time, but they aren't motivated like me. As I sat back in my seat my eyes locked with Donaldson's. Those dark blue eyes are just so sexy, and he looks so smart in those glasses. I just wanted to be alone with him again so he could rip off all my clothes and slap me on the forehead with his big fat cock until he came all over me! But in the mean time, I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs wide and sucked on my thumb, mimicking the blow job I hoped to give him later. I hiked up my skirt slowly because I didn't wear knickers today. When he finally caught a glimpse of my moistened pussy, he freaked! Hee, hee! I was so randy, I was literally dripping all over my desk! After a while, I saw his face growing tense, and he started shaking ever so slightly, as if straining to stay still, and his breathing grew deeper and faster, and his thick neck began to turn red. And I knew, right then, that he was wanking under his desk! Right there I front of all the girls! But he wasn't looking at any of them. He was looking at me, and only me. After Ginny Perry finished, she stood next to his desk to do a little sucking up, and he chatted with her, but tensely, still wanking no doubt. Oh shit, if she only knew what he was doing, she would absolutely DIE! And then he blew his wad right there, looking at Ginny's squingy little face! I could tell, because he tensed up for several seconds, after which he let out a little sigh, and relaxed in his chair looking absolutely knackered. I guess I should have felt jealous he was looking at her, not at me, but for some reason I didn't. I just thought, you wonderful filthy git! I lingered after class until I was the last person in the room, then I walked behind his desk and looked at his lap and clucked my teeth, before mimicking his posh accent. "Well, now. You've made a proper mess of yourself, haven't you, sir?" His cock was back in his pants, but there was manmuck all over his thighs. The Girl Who Cried Wolf 02 He opened a drawer and took out a tissue dispenser. "Clean me up, Miss Clabberton." "Hell no! Do it yourself, you evil fuck." His deep and commanding voice snapped, "Turn around, and bend over. NOW." A thrill went up my spine. I had no choice but to obey. He didn't even have to ask me to lift my skirt. I did it automatically, breathless with anticipation. But then he gave me a wimpy little swat, saying, "Bad girl." I rolled my eyes. "Really? That all you got old man?" He frowned and gave me three powerful slaps! But with me bent over like this, he wasn't just slapping my bum, but my pussy too! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! It was so painful that tears burst into my eyes. "Have you learned your lesson, Miss Clabberton?" I bit my lip and gasped, "Not quite yet, you bloody fuck." So he gave me five more, separating each swat with a word. "You," SWAT, "must,"SWAT, "show," SWAT, "proper," SWAT, "respect!" SWAT!!! Oh fuck! It hurt so fucking good!! But I couldn't take any more, so I whimpered, "I'm sorry, Professor." He leaned down, and gently kissed my flaming ass cheeks, one after the other. I started to straighten up, but he put his hand on the small of my back and bent me over again, saying, "I didn't give you permission to stand up." I tensed up, expecting more spanks. Hoping for more. But he ran his hand down the small of my back, then between my butt cheeks, and suddenly crammed two of his big fat fingers all the way into my pussy! Christ, they felt so HUGE! Thank god I was absolutely wet! He curled his fingers downward, then started finger fucking me as fast as a bunny rabbit! The wet and juicy sounds of his hand slapping against my pussy were echoing off the walls! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!! Jesus fucking Christ! It felt fucking amazing. A blaze of fire exploded in me. I had no idea what he was doing in there, but whatever it was, it felt absolutely brilliant! Even better than with the lolly! Then I heard girl's laughter and looked up desperately toward his door. It was slightly ajar, so I could see tarts in the hall, racing this way and that between classes. I was amazed that Donaldson could be so reckless and bold! He didn't have another class that day, but anybody could have peeked in, and if they had, they'd have been treated to quite a sight! But he just kept finger fucking me, and ten seconds later I had to bite my fist to keep myself from squealing like a stuck pig. Juices were raining out of me and my legs began to quiver. I couldn't believe how quickly he'd brought me to the brink of cumming. I'd never gotten there that fast in my entire life! But then Donaldson yanked his fingers out and lowered my hem, saying, "Next time, if you're obedient, I'll finish you off. Do you understand?" I wanted to yell, "YOU EVIL FUCKER!!!" But I gritted my teeth and said, "Yes, sir." "Very well. Clean me up." I obediently turned and took a big wad of wank rags out of the tissue dispenser and cleaned the cum off his pants as best I could. What a mess! So sticky and icky! I got it all over my hands, no matter how many tissues I used. I felt his cock stiffening under the fabric as I rubbed. It got bigger and bigger, and I started drooling. I wanted to see it again, but I knew he wouldn't let me. Not until I got a C in my Biology assessment. Then I suddenly remembered, "Shit! I'm late for Biology!" He chuckled, "In that case, you better get going, Miss Clabberton." "Fucking wanker," I muttered. "What was that?" "Nothing, sir. Gotta go!" Then I ran to Biology, rubbing my stinging bum. God, I wanted to go to the loo and masturbate sooooo badly, but there was no time! I knew the Biology assessment would be harder. Much harder. Mr. Lawson's a proper bender! I bet he loves it up his ass! When he handed me my paper, I hoped he washed his hands, but when I saw the questions, I groaned. All those Latin words! They all look the same! But I told myself I could do it, and all I needed was a C to 'C' Proffy D's cock. I managed to answer every question, but I had to make a lot of guesses. And the little essay I had to write on the back for 9 marks was total bollocks. I couldn't concentrate, because I was so horny! And it didn't help that my hands reeked of Proffy D's spunk! My pussy was aching and the underside of my skirt was absolutely sopping wet! I could barely think straight. Honestly, it was the longest hour of my life. I have no idea how well I did, but I'm hopeful. What time is it? Fuck! It's almost seven thirty! I need to start getting ready. I need to look perfect for Proffy D tonight! Fern 19 PROFESSOR DONALDSON'S JOURNAL October 25th 8 P.M. I've been sitting at my desk since the assessment, stunned by my own reckless stupidity. I can't believe I masturbated Fern right here in my classroom, with the door to the hallway ajar. If anyone had looked in... I feel ill just thinking about it. But at the time, I wasn't frightened at all. I felt invulnerable. Utterly invulnerable. Irrationally invulnerable. It was only after Fern left that the full lunacy of my actions begin to sink in. I'm not only putting my reputation in danger, but my wife's as well. If I were discovered, the disgrace would absolutely destroy Maddie. I began to bang my head with my fists, thinking, why am I doing this? WHY? But even as I sat there in self-reproaching horror, I held my fingers to my nose, to breathe in the wonderful perfume of Fern's young pussy. My cock grew hard, and I almost started masturbating again. To distract myself, I began to grade the Psychology tests, saving Fern's for last. It took longer than usual, because a vivid image kept popping into my mind: the glowing red hand prints I'd left on her tender young buttocks. And when, just a few minutes ago, I finally tabulated Fern's results, I began to drool in anticipation. Oh, God. That silly girl will be the doom of me. Yet I feel elated at the thought of seeing her again. Of molesting her again. Of putting my cock in her pretty little mouth. What is this power she has over me? Why am I drawn to her like a moth to the flame? My god. I know what this is. I'm having a mid-life crisis! A ridiculous, pathetic, mid-life crisis! I may be a trained therapist, but I'm not immune to ordinary idiocy. I'm just a man, after all. A sad, middle-aged, sexually frustrated man. How long has it been since the last time I fucked my wife? Oh god, this can't be right, can it? Thirteen years? Here it is in my calendar: Mrs. Dollarhyde's fortieth birthday celebration was held at her house thirteen years ago last month. I remember that night like it was yesterday. Maddie got plastered and made a proper fool of herself in front of all my coworkers. She even started flirting with that pouf Lawson. I thought the poor fellow was going to run screaming from the house! So I came to his rescue by pulling Maddie into the hallway, in hopes of separating her from the bottle of bourbon she had clutched to her chest. But once we were away from the rest of the revelers, she started kissing me like crazy, and rubbing my crotch with clumsy, drunken eagerness. Alcohol had always been an aphrodisiac for Maddie. In fact, we only ever had sex when she was four sheets to the wind. But she generally behaved herself in public, so I'd never had to deal with this particular situation before. I heard someone coming, so I pulled her through the nearest door. It turned out to be the master bedroom, which had a large bed, now fully covered with all the guest's coats and purses. "We should go home, Maddie. You've had a bit too much happy juice." She slurred, "Oh, shut up Joseph, and give me that big fat cock of yours!" She sat on the bed and unbuckled my pants. "Don't, Maddie! Somebody could come in!" She laughed as she yanked my pants and boxers down around my ankles. "Let em' look. I don't give a flying fuck." Then she began to suck me with wild abandon, like a coked-up porno star. God, she looked fantastic down there... those beautiful lips wrapped around my shaft... her curly head bobbing forward and back... her long earrings swinging two and fro. My stiffening cock drained all the blood out of my brain, because I stopped worrying about possible discovery. Instead, I put my hands on her head and began to fuck her face like a madman. After several minutes of gagging and slurping, she pulled away and crawled backward onto the pile of coats, opening her legs wide, while hiking up her dress, and pulling her panties aside. I turned to lock the door, but she hissed, "Leave it," so I kneeled between her legs and put the head of my cock up to her soaking-wet snatch and slowly pushed it inside. She let out a wail of ecstasy, so I clamped my hand over her mouth. She was a tight fit, as always, but I was able to get about four inches of myself into her before bumping into her abnormally large cervix. "Fuck me!" she screamed, though it was mostly muffled by my hand. So I began to fuck her cautiously, trying not to hurt her. But she was in a particularly lusty mood, and moaned, "Harder, you fucking donkey!" into my hand, so I began to slam her much harder than usual. She let out an muffled squeal, and began to squirm with wild desperation, urging me to go harder and faster. It felt great, but the whole time I was fucking her, I could hear people chatting in the other room, just a few meters beyond the door. It was utterly nerve wracking, but wonderfully exciting at the same time. At one point, I heard someone say, "Where are the Donaldsons? Anybody seen the Donaldsons?" Then I heard someone walking down the hallway, to check the bathroom. God, what if they opened the bedroom door, and saw us fucking in the headmistress' bed? That would be a fine birthday present for my boss! But, strangely, I wasn't as afraid as I should have been. In fact, I was turned on by my lack of fear. I felt powerful, as I pounded Maddie's pussy with reckless, heedless abandon. After a few minutes of furious humping, I could feel an orgasm coming on. But Maddie beat me to it. She shrieked into my hand, and her pussy clenched my cock so powerfully that it was forced out just as I started to spurt. God, what a mess I made of those coats! After cleaning up as best we could, we went back to the party, and nobody was the wiser. But the next morning Maddie remembered what happened, and was utterly mortified. She vowed never to drink again, and Maddie never made vows unless she meant to keep them. Unfortunately, she'd been using booze to deaden the pain that sex caused her for the entire time I'd known her. Without it, she simply couldn't bear penetration. After a year of frustrated failures in bed, we discussed her options with a doctor, but she flat-out refused any sort of surgery. She had a mortal fear of hospitals, truth be told. Since that wasn't an option, she was prescribed pain medications, and though they did relieve the pain of penetration, they lowered her libido farther than ever. As a last resort, the Doctor recommended that we spend more time on foreplay to loosen her up before attempting penetration. We tried it a few times, but by this time I was utterly frustrated and Maddie just wasn't in the mood anyway, and unless she was drunk she couldn't bring herself to give me oral, so neither of us had the patience to get past the many roadblocks. Eventually, we simply stopped trying. And now look at me! Thirteen years of celibacy has left me so desperate for sex that I've been reduced to molesting a student! I can't blame Fern. It's my own damned fault. I shouldn't have given up on Maddie. If only we could reconnect somehow. If only we could have a healthy sex life, I'd stop chasing after Fern. I'd be normal again. Healthy. Sane. Goddamn it. I need to get serious about my marriage! I need to stop fucking around, and give my wife the love and attention she needs! I mustn't forget that it's been thirteen years for Maddie too. She's probably aching for a good shag just the same as me! That's it! I've made up my mind. No more messing around with Fern. I'll go home and be a husband again. Fern will just have to learn about her test results Monday morning, with everyone else. I hope she won't be too disappointed. 20 FERN CLABBERTON'S DIARY October 25th 11:30 P.M. Dear Diary. It's almost midnight, and I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself. I can't wait to get my hands on that big fat dick of his. But what if I failed my Biology assessment? Shit. That's a dreary thought. But even if I did, there's no way he could resist me tonight! I've never looked hotter in my life! First, I took a long hot shower, where I washed and conditioned my hair. Twice. Then I shaved my underarms and legs until I was silky smooth. After that, I went back to the room and put on my best uniform. Everything except a bra. And I hiked up my skirt so it was 5 inches above my knees, which is totally against the school dress-code! Hee, hee! Maybe he'll punish me for that too! Once I was finished, Britta giggled. "Don't you look the proper tart!" Ginny, snorted and said, "What? Are you going out again?" "Again?" I said, acting all innocent. "Don't be daft. You keep sneaking out at night. Don't think we haven't noticed." Britta waggled her eyebrows at me and said, "Ooo, I think someone's got a boyfriend in the village!" That was a better explanation than any I'd thought of, so I nodded and said, "You won't tell anyone will you?" Britta considered it for a moment, then said, "Give it back, and we'll be friends." I knew right away what she meant, so I lifted my mattress and pulled out her grot mag. Britta grinned. "Why, you little tart! I knew you had it!" "Had what?" asked Ginny. "Oh, never you mind," said Britta as she snatched the magazine from me. She stowed it away in her drawers, then said, "Don't ever nick anything from me again. Got it?" I nodded, and she held up her hand, "Pinky promise." I hooked pinkies with her, feeling all warm and wobbly. "Pinky promise." Then she smiled at me and said, "Okay. We're friends now." And just like that I had a new BFF! Or a BFF in training, anyway. But Ginny had to throw cold water on it. "Well, I'm not your friend. I'm going to tell Mrs. Dollarhyde." "No. You won't." "And why won't I?" "Cause if you do, I'll tell Dear old Donny you want to suck his cock." She gasped. "He wouldn't believe a bloody liar like you!" Britta giggled. "For once, she wouldn't be lying. You're absolutely gagging for it. And you know you are, Ginny P!" Ginny blushed bright pink. "Well it's none of my business anyway. Go and get up the duff. Serves you right." Then she turned off her light, and retreated under her covers, no doubt hoping to dream about Dear Old Donny's cock. Hee, hee. Then Britta invited me onto her bed, and we sat cross legged facing each other, talking about the Halloween party next week. We'll both have a chance to find costumes while we're home for October break, but what should we go as? Zombies? Witches? Vampires? In the end we decided not to compromise, and go as zombie-witch-pires. Hee, hee. So fun! It's been a dog's age since I had a real friend! After a bit, she asked me about my 'mystery man', so I made up a few lies, whispering that he works as a barman at the village pub, and he's twenty-three, and we've only done a bit of kissing, nothing more. I felt weird lying to her, so I changed the subject. "What about you, Britta? Have you got a boyfriend?" She giggled. "I wish! Closest I ever came was snogging my cousin last summer." "Oh, really? Tell me more!" She looked at Ginny's bed, and paused. "I better not." But I leaned in closer to her, and whispered, "You gotta give me the goss, or I'll die!" She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then she began to talk ever so lightly. "Uh... well... the whole family spent our holidays at my gran's grand place in Trent. The only kids our age was me and my brother and a couple of cousins we never met before. They were nice, but kinda shy. Then one day my brother, Gareth, volunteered for us kids to go strawberry picking on the heath. He said it would be our little contribution to high tea. But that devil had something up his sleeve, cause as soon as we were out of sight, he took Evie's hand, and strolled with her like she was his bird. And then, when we got to the strawberry patch, he pushed her against a rock and started snogging her!" "The cheeky monkey!" Britta giggled. "I thought she was gonna clock him for sure, but nope. She started giving as good as she got. Total tonsillectomy." "Awkward!" "Yeah, totes. Me and the other cousin started picking berries all embarrassed like, but Gareth and Evie kept it up. And then he started squeezing her breasts, and instead of kicking him in the bollocks for being so fresh, she wrapped a leg around his ass, and they started dry humping, right there in front of us! So nasty. We couldn't take it any longer, so we went up the path until we found another patch of berries. While we were picking we made fun of our sibs. But then my cousin said, 'That was so weird. I don't think Evie's ever kissed anyone before. She sure seemed to like it.' and I said, 'Yeah. Well, Gareth has done plenty of kissing. Not me though. I wonder what it's like?' I guess my cousin sort of took that as an invitation, because... well... we started snogging, right there in the strawberry patch." "Oh shit! Was it hot?" She leaned in close, and whispered softly into my ear. "Banging hot. Honestly, I thought it would be weird... you know... kissing a cousin, but it was great! We kissed and kissed, tongues and all, and felt each other up a bit, but not all gasping and grabby like our sibs. No. It was sweet and gentle. Soft... sensuous... slow... sexy. Gave me the tingles all over." I don't know if Britta was deliberately trying to make me wet, but all those 's' words whispered in my ear gave me the tingles too. And then her lips brushed against my ear, sending a sparkling sizzle up my spine. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure she was trying to turn me on. After all, she never did name her cousin in the story. That probably means it was a girl. Wow. Britta made out with a girl just like I did. But that doesn't necessarily mean we're lesbians, does it? After a moment, she started whispering again. "I don't know how long we snogged, but eventually someone back at the estate rang a bell. I guess they were wondering what was taking us so long. We stopped kissing and filled the baskets with strawberries, grinning at each other like twits. Then we headed back down the path... and... uh... " She pulled back and looked at me with her cheeks glowing red. I whispered, "What?" She bit her lip,"I shouldn't say." "Oh, pretty please. You can trust me. I may be a liar, but I ain't a snitch." She thought about it for a minute, then she leaned in and whispered softly into my ear, "There they were, my brother and Evie. He still had her against the rock, but now he was holding both her legs up, and her skirt was wide open, and her knickers were dangling from an ankle.. and he was... fucking her." I gasped. "Really? What did you and your cousin do?" "We didn't know what to do. It was just so shocking. They were right there on the path, fucking in full sunlight. I never saw anything like it before. After a minute, my cousin tried to pull me away, but I had to keep watching. I just had to. So my cousin stayed too, and we just stood there and stared. I don't think Evie or Gareth realized we were there. Or if they did, they didn't care. They were kind of busy, I guess. Hee, hee, hee." "So... you saw your brother's thing?"