Margot Peters - Campus love-in

The headmaster's house was at the end of the road, at the foot of a steep hill. It was a large and impressive place, another ante- bellum mansion surrounded by tall trees. A doddering maid opened the door for me and Mr. Hoag met me in the hall. He led me into the living room, where everyone was already gathered for cocktails. There were five women in the room, seated on the various ornate and expensive chairs and couches.

One of the women, a shapely, sexy thing in her mid-thirties, quickly came up to me and held out her hand. I shook it and smiled back at her. She was quite attractive.

"Tills is my wife, Mr. Eastman," Hoag said.

"How do you do, Mrs. Hoag," I said.

"Call me Helen. Pleasure meeting you. Come on in, you're a little late. Let me introduce you to the rest of the girls here. Ladies, attention-"

There was no need for her to call them to attention: they were all staring at me, and with lust in their pretty eyes, if I was not mistaken.

"This is Mr. Eastman," Helen Hoag continued. She took me to the nearest pair, seated on a sofa, Miss Priml, the librarian, a plump woman with graying hair, smiled at me. Next to her was the science teacher, Miss Honeywell, an attractively robust and busty doll wearing an excitingly tight dress and thick black eyeglasses. She eyed me up and down through the latter as I extended my greetings.

"So nice to meet you, Mr. Eastman," she said. "I'm sure we are going to be good friends."

Next I was introduced to a stunning blonde with a throaty foreign accent. She was Miss Jobert, instructor in French. The plunging V of her neckline showed me about eight inches of creamy tit cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her saucy nipples were pushing out at the tips.

"How do you do, Miss Jobert."

"Allo m'sieur. I hope you will enjoy it here at Mountainview. It is not very often we have such a handsome man come and join our faculty."

“Thank you. Perhaps I'll be able to get you to help me with my French while I'm here."

"I'm at your service, m 'siew. For French lessons or… anything else you have in mind, eh?"

"How nice," I said, as Mrs. Hoag ushered me over towards the one remaining guest.

"This is Miss Jane Darwin. Jane, this is Mr. Eastman, the new English instructor."

Jane Darwin was very big and very black. She was the perfect Amazon, strong and beautiful. You could swear she must have lifted weights in her spare time. She was wearing a red jumpsuit, with skin-tight slacks that clearly outlined her sinewy thighs. She had large, wide breasts which I had an immediate desire to jump on and snuggle against. I wasn't surprised when I was told she was the gym teacher.

I looked down at myself and saw the bulge of a hard-on coming along. Jane Darwin smiled when she saw it. This woman turned me on something fierce. I thought to myself, what a fantastic experi- ence it would be to stick my cock between those tough thighs and up that black cunt.

Mr. Hoag pulled me out of my reverie with a drink. I thanked him, sipping at it and listening politely as he told me some trivial facts about the school, its history, how he got involved with it and so forth. He would occasionally bring one of the women into the conversation and they would nod and agree and laugh at all of his jokes.

Finally, it came time for dinner and we all repaired to the dining room, all of us with several drinks under our collective belts.

Hoag sat at the head of the table, and I sat on his right with the dark Miss Darwin beside me. We all exchanged some more small talk, everything pleasant and innocu- ous as the first few courses were served.

And then something strange happened, while we were waiting for dessert to be served. I felt a sudden pressure on my right leg. I pulled away in a reflex action. The pressure returned, though, and crept around my thigh to my crotch. It was the hand of Miss Darwin. I quickly shot a glance at her. She looked at me and smiled innocently. Her hand under the table squeezed me once more. She was ostensibly listening to Miss Priml, seated across from her, who was discussing the merits of a new shipment of books she just received. Jane Darwin listened and nodded with interest, all the while pushing and poking about with my zipper.

I tried to retain my cool. It wasn't easy. I was supposed to be listening to Mr. Hoag telling me what it was like up there in those mountains when winter came.

"Very interesting," I mumbled to him, as I felt the zipper go all the way down and Miss Darwin's black hand slip quietly into my open fly.

He continued, "yes, it was some win- ter…"

His words were becoming a blur to me. I put my fist under my chin and tried not to show any of the excitement I was feeling. The statuesque gym teacher had her large fingers inside the legband of my briefs and was caressing my stiffening cock with two fingers. It grew more every second, jumping and twitching in her muscular grip. She twisted it out of my pants and it shot upright, the head practically scraping the bottom of the fucking table. The last thing I wanted was that. I came close enough to splinters earlier in the day, with Linda and that desk.

She had a full grip on it now and began a Piston motion that was utterly delightful. But Christ, what an embarrassing place to start doing it-in front, or practically in front of the headmaster and faculty of my staff. Literally right under their long noses.

Up and down, up and down she jerked me, faster and faster. I caught several sharp breaths and hoped that Hoag would not think I was having a cardiac arrest or something. It would be very difficult to explain any strange behavior my masturbating friend might cause me.

Sperm started to spill out and drip languidly over the black lady's fist. She reclutched lower down, pressing her knuckles into my balls. She was really moving, but so guardedly that to look at the expression on her face you wouldn't think she was doing anything more than listening politely and maybe digesting her food.

Hoag was still talking, but by now I was totally blanked out to him, and fantasizing about hitting the sack with the lady who was jerking me off. I saw myself sticking my mouth into her black and salmon colored gash and licking it absolutely dry, sticking my fingers into her huge round asshole, and feeding her my stiff prick for her to suck on.

The maid finally came out with the dessert tray and started serving us. I figured she was sure to interrupt the masturbatory gig, but no, the gym teacher didn't even let go when the maid stepped between us. If you can believe it, she just leaned closer and tugged even harder. I felt. my cock muscles contracting tensely. A ripple of sweet pleasure rolled up my gut. The black woman pulled my cock all the way up, so that the foreskin covered the head, and she held it there for the longest damn time. Then she pulled down and the first squirt flew out. I couldn't keep from sighing loudly. Miss Priml wrinkled her brow and looked down at her dress. I must have shot some come onto it, but she could never guess it was that.

Pretending to be coughing, I took several deep breaths and tried to regain my composure. Jane was tenderly caressing my shrinking prick. Finally, she tucked me away and zipped me back up, and incredibly no one was the wiser.

It was hard for me to eat the dessert, but I did. And then we all retired to the den for more talk and an after-dinner drink. Mrs. Hoag disappeared somewhere, but no one seemed to mind so I didn't ask about her. I excused myself a little later and went up to the bathroom on the second floor.

I shut the bathroom door and turned on the light. First, I splashed some water on my cock and washed off the sticky come. Then I sidestepped over to the toilet and took a long piss. As the last drops were dribbling out, the bathroom door opened and quickly closed with Mrs. Hoag now leaning breathlessly against it.