Monique - Schooled for sex

Next she sat on the footboard of the bed and parted her legs wide, then let one solitary finger dangle casually between her cunt lips, not actually masturbating but on the verge of it. The lewdness in her eyes set me off. She was teasing me, showing an independent sexuality that easily matched mine. Nineteen years old and already an accomplished temptress! My hand slid up and down along my stiff cock and I felt the warmth suffuse my entire body, right down to my curling toes. The backs of my legs were sweating, my hips were moving up and down, and my eyes burned into the delicious, pink flesh and that weirdly convoluted bit of skin behind which her hole lay, a reticulated orifice, looking like it would choke on a raspberry pit, but really able to swallow a pig. At that moment all of the pussies in the whole wide world bore down on me. Such a wondrous appendage, and every woman had one! There was the paradigm of pussy, right before me, mine to touch or eat or fuck; and yet I preferred to look and beat off over it, as if paying homage to the cosmic cunt.

"I love this!" exclaimed Cissy, watching my cock with shining eyes. "I've never seen a man do this before, but it's so sexy! Oh Jesus, I'm so close to coming! Can I play with myself a bit, too?" Without waiting for an answer she started to move her finger about in between her plump little cunt. Her eyes half closed and her body grew taut as she rubbed herself into ecstasy. A current flowed between us, doubling all of our pleasures as we watched the other do a solo. I moved closer to her, my nostrils twitching to pick up her heady scent. Not long now. I got up on my knees and faced her on her level. Our faces were close together, our hands worked furiously, we were flushed, sweating, our eyes feverish, another tug, another rotation, wet sounds came from her cunt, I was panting. "In my mouth!" she groaned, opening up wide. With an immense effort I struggled to my feet and, knees bent, brought my cock to within an inch of her mouth. She started to croon a weird, erotic song of passion, waiting, fingering, and I beat off harder, faster, until the moment came. Thick blurts of sperm flew out and landed on her extended tongue, gathering numbers with every stroke of my fist, until she had enough to drink down. At that moment she lost her balance and flopped forward on the bed, still fingering herself furiously until she, too, came and became quiet.

We had breakfast in the school's mess hall, at a table set well away from the others. Once we were used to the stares of hundreds of eyes it became possible to get down to business. It turned out that Peggy and Vinnie had had their own kind of entertainment during the night.

"You should have seen her, boss," said Vinnie, stuffing scrambled eggs into his mouth as he talked, "a beautiful little thing with tits and everything, and she just came into my room naked, not a word! She didn't look all that happy but who gives a shit. I had a terrific time."

"And I got a little hockey player," said Peggy thoughtfully. "What do you think, Joe, are they trying to divert us? I got the impression that she wasn't there of her own free will, but that the alternative to being with me was very bad."

"I doubt it," I said. "The girl who visited me, Cissy, seemed to enjoy herself all the way. I think she just wanted to get laid for the sake of status or whatever is important in this place. I mean, what are you looking for, a young ladies' mafia?" I guffawed at the idea, but Peggy took it seriously.

"You see that girl over there?" She pointed at a blond girl not far from us. "Remember her? She came into our room last night and demanded to know what we were doing there. When I came out of my room to go to breakfast there were a lot of girls standing around her, listening very closely to what she had to say. Of course they all clammed up when I came near. But I'd watch her if I were you."

"I think we ought to make a general surveillance of the school today," I said. "Check out every nook and cranny of it, take pictures, talk with people, that sort of thing. If Laurel Van de Kut was kidnapped I have to know who last saw her and where." I did my best to sound like I had the case by the scruff of the neck, but in all honesty I was more confused than ever. It couldn't be a kidnapping, because what was the fun if there was no ransom at the end? A sex crime? Now that was a possibility. The photos of Laurel showed her to be a walking, talking wet dream. Short of scouring the surrounding woods there was no way of establishing that possibility. Or she could have run away, eloped as her mother suggested. Or maybe she was fed up and had gone to Paris with her credit card. In all this uncertainty I had to set the example for my staff, and Peggy's amateur suggestions had to be ignored. "Yes, that's the best way," I said, getting up from the table. "We'll start right now. Get the equipment, Vinnie."

The chauffeur scurried away and returned within minutes with cameras and a small recorder to which he had attached a long-range pick-up microphone. The three of us walked out of the mess hall and into the square to get our bearings. Beyond the buildings were the sports fields, the woods, and beyond the woods was a suburban development. Armed with a pair of binoculars I climbed the bell tower and surveyed the whole area carefully. The woods were vast, a green mass broken only by a lake in the center. Trees everywhere, surrounding the school, and I quickly realized that it would be far too much trouble to scour so much acreage. I marked the sex crime possibility down to the bottom of the list.

When I reached the square again, troops of girls marched to their classes. All wore dark blue uniforms with light blue blouses and sensible black shoes, grey stockings covered their legs, and hats with wide brims adorned their heads. I felt my cock pulsing with lust for all of those squeaky-clean pussies between all those young thighs, and I stared after them until the last squad had disappeared into the buildings. "Let's start with… the gym," I said casually. Vinnie wiped his mouth and got his cameras ready.

"A little exercise, eh?" Peggy said. "What a good idea." We walked into the big gym and found it empty, even though about thirty girls had just entered it. Some sounds came from the far end of it, and as we neared it it became clear that the girls were in the change room. This was the time when I could appreciate Vinnie's peculiar talents most of all. In a flash the chauffeur had located some cracks in the walls, through which we had a limited but adequate view of what was happening inside that area.

The peep hole I occupied looked directly into one of the cubicles where a girl was taking off her hat. She hung it neatly on a hook and then turned her back to me to chat with a friend. This friend joined her in the cubicle, busily undoing her tie. I didn't recognize either of them and I couldn't catch what they were saying, but I remained glued to that peephole just the same. Both had their ties off and now they helped the other with the buttons at the backs of their uniforms. These were also neatly hung on hooks. That left them in their blouses and panties, and by this time I began to wish there was a hole in the wall lower down so I could fuck that! They chattered at a mile a minute, all the while undoing buttons, fumbling with bra straps, taking no notice of their own bodies-but then, why should they? They'd grown up with all that pulchritude. Only outsiders lusted after their assets. The girls revealed them so innocently, baring their incipient breasts, stepping out of their panties to reveal the thinly haired pussy slits, bending over with their backs toward me to let me savor the beautiful forms of their buttocks, still talking, laughing, getting ready to put on their gym clothes. My cock was sending out distress signals! I glanced at Vinnie and Peggy, and both were behaving in a much less inhibited manner than I was. Peggy had one hand on her crotch, clawing at her pussy through her tight jeans, and the other was inside her low-necked top. Vinnie had his cock out and was beating off unashamedly. My girls were almost fully dressed and I told the others to cool it.