A Summmer of Wishes Part I - The Adventures of Pattie Sutor

- by Alvo Torelli

(Mg, mc, glory, oral, prost)

Imrash West settled into the seat behind the teacher's desk and smiled at the room of grinning, eager young faces. It was the day after Labor Day, the first day of school, and the energy amongst the handsome ten-year-old fifth graders was infectious. As was his custom, he placed his ornate name plate onto the desk to help remind the students who he was. It read "Professor Imrash West, PhD., R.A.P.E.M. - Wishes Granted."

"Hello Professor! I remember you from last year. But where's Mrs Snively?" asked a little red head in the second row.

Professor West remembered the little girl, too, from the week he'd spent the previous spring as a substitute in her fourth grade class. Helen, that was her name, pretty little Helen Knower. He remembered her wish, too. She loved animals and wanted to be a veterinarian. She wished fervently to spend her whole summer learning how to work with animals. She was even wearing the pin she'd won in the wish contest he'd used as part of the children's end-of-year fourth grade curriculum. He smiled kindly at Helen and replied. "Hello, Helen, it's so nice to see you again. I'm afraid Mrs Snively has the sniffles!"

A titter of giggles swept across the room at "Snively has the sniffles."

"Welcome back to school, children," Imrash said in his deep, solemn voice that had pulled in so many hundreds of fervent wishers over the centuries. "I'm so sorry that Mrs. Snively isn't here to welcome you back personally, but I'm ever so glad to see you all again." Especially a certain five of you, he added in his own mind. "It's always so nice to follow up with the young people I meet." His old, but sparkling eyes scanned the room, resting briefly on each of the five children who'd "won" the wish contest he'd used as part of their curriculum when he served as their substitute teacher the previous spring. All five were there, sporting the little golden pins he'd awarded them for their wishes: Pattie, Witt, Marti, tall Bettina and sweet Helen. And now it was time to hear how well the wishes he'd granted to the five of them had worked out.

One of the children in the front row raised his hand, but then burst out with his question without waiting. "Sir? What does that mean - by your name - R A P E M? He spelled out each individual letter. "And what does it mean, wishes granted?"

With a practiced raised eyebrow, Imrash looked to the boy who'd spoken and the boy shrank back in his seat, admonished. But the Professor loved children, so he leaned back and answered the boy, addressing the whole class. "That stands for Royal Academy for the Practical Employment of ... Magic!" The whole class gasped and then several children giggled at themselves for being taken in by the nice old teacher. "And wishes granted means just what it says - wishes granted - but only very very special wishes, Jeffrey!"

The boy in the front row sat up straight with surprise. How had the Professor known his name? He wasn't in the class the professor taught the previous spring and had never seen him before.

Professor West smiled, then pretended to look through some lesson plans on his desk. He looked up and said, "Well now, I see that we're to spend the day getting to know one another again and catching up on our summers. I, for one, had a lovely summer helping a young man discover some interesting facts about his rather paradoxical family. But that's a story for another time. I'd much rather hear your stories! Who would like to go first? Who would like to tell us about their favorite memory from the summer?

Many reluctant glances were exchanged, but the kindly Professor was so nice and reassuring that one young boy finally raised his hand.

Ah, Billy, yes come up here and tell us your summer adventure.

Hesitantly, tow-headed Billy stood in front of the twenty other fifth-graders and stammered through his story of driving far across the country with his parents and his stupid little sister to go to Disneyland. As he warmed to his tale his nervousness abated. He became more and more animated and excited as he described the Matterhorn and Space Mountain. He took delight that his little sister wasn't allowed to ride either. As he talked he removed his jacket, then his shoes, socks, shirt, pants and finally, with the climax of his story, his briefs. All the children clapped as Billy returned to his seat in his birthday suit, leaving his pile of clothing behind.

Ah, young minds, Imrash sighed to himself.

Now there were plenty of hands up, ready to tell more summer adventures. Jenny came up and told her story of visiting her relatives on Cape Cod. When she returned to her seat her pretty frock was left behind, along with her shoes and socks and pretty little blue panties. She beamed at the other children's applause. She had such a lovely, lithe young body and her black pigtails gave her an especially toothsome allure.

After Jenny came Joseph and after Joseph came Penny. Penny always wore the frilliest and prettiest dresses of any of the girls, because her father was the rich owner of the town's biggest retail store. Just like the others, Penny left her beautiful dress, and everything else she'd worn, in the rapidly growing pile of clothing. Fifth up was the hulking Randal Ethen, a boy more than three years older than the other children - a full thirteen and a half. He was a head taller than anyone in the class - nearly as tall as most of the teachers in the school. The large simpleton had started school a year late, then been held back in both the second and, now, the fifth grades. Randal's slow attempt to tell his classmates about going hunting with his uncle was painful. But there were several loud gasps and titters when he finally removed his rather soiled underpants and revealed his man-sized penis. Even flaccid it hung a good five inches from his thick black pubic hair. Many pairs of wide eyes followed Randal's every step back to his seat.

Then, finally, it was the turn of the first of the five children who wore the winning pins from the previous year's wish conetest: Pattie Sutor. Pattie seemed more reluctant than the other children, but a smile from the kind Professor helped her come to the front.

Pattie Sutor's Story

The first attempt at Pattie Sutor's story was sorely disappointing: "Um, I, I went to camp for the summer?" She said. "It was in the mountains and it was pretty and we played some fun games and there were some nice men there and I guess that's it."

A murmur ran across the room. Pattie was still standing in her sun dress and her story hadn't entertained anyone a tenth so much as the ones before her. But Professor West knew perfectly well that the child just needed a little coaxing to bring out the details of her summer adventures.

"Tell me Pattie," Imrash said. "What was it you wished for last spring, just before summer? You had one of the winning wishes, didn't you? I see you still have the pin you won."

Pattie looked down at the little gold pin on her chest that read 'Most Enterprising Wish.' "Oh yes, sir, I wear it all the time." Pattie said proudly. Then she looked back up at the elderly substitute teacher and she remembered: "I, I wished that I could make some money during the summer - 'cause, 'cause I wanted a MaryEllen doll and a matching dress but mommy wouldn't get them for me."

"And did you buy a MaryEllen doll at the end of summer, Pattie? Did your wish come true, like I said it would?" Imrash asked.

"Yes, yes I did! She's sooo wonderful and sooo perfect! I love my MaryEllen doll."

"And where did you get the money for your MaryEllen doll, Pattie? I'm sure that everyone would like to hear all about how you raised the money for your doll."

Pattie's eyes flared as the penny dropped and a she understood what the old professor was getting at. A whole summer of memories swirled through her young mind. She gasped and bit her hip. "Oh, oh, Professor, will they really want to hear all about camp?"

"Go on, tell us all about it, Pattie. Tell us everything."

Pattie looked back at her rapt audience and she carefully removed her small golden pin, placing it on the teacher's desk. Then she began to unbutton the neck of her sundress as she started to tell them her story.

"Mommy and daddy sent me to Camp Lupanar for the summer," Pattie began. "I didn't really want to go away for so long, but they were both very busy and said I had to. Mommy got an ad for the camp in the mail, which seemed kinda weird 'cause the camp is in a whole different state. But anyway, it turned out to be a really great place and I was so glad I got to go.

"When I got there, Madam Smithers - she's the nice lady who runs the Camp - introduced me to the other girls. They were all a bunch older than me, but they were really nice. There was a big dormitory building and we all had our own rooms, but my room was very small with just a single bed and a nightstand and a lamp. Madam Smithers explained that all the girls had work to do at the camp, but the work didn't take that long and then we had lots of time to play and have fun and there was a big swimming pool and volley ball courts and a game room and it was the coolest place.

"My first job was in the morning, right after breakfast - and after the first day I learned not to eat too much breakfast or else my tummy would get way too full during my job. But the job was pretty fun! All I had to do was take a shift in the glory hole box from nine to noon! I thought three hours would seem like a really long time to be locked in such a small box with no windows and hardly any light, but it always went by really quick and by the end of my shift I always had at least twenty dollars in tips!"

There was an 'ooh' from the fascinated audience when Pattie mentioned getting twenty whole dollars. She dropped her sundress to the floor as they murmured, and she kicked it into the nearby pile of clothes.

"Can you tell the children what the glory hole box was, dear?" Professor West prodded.

"Oh, it's, it's well - how do I...?" Pattie stammered.

"Perhaps we should show them? Would that work?" Imrash asked. He smiled and rose from his seat for the first time. He went to the teacher's closet and when he returned he was holding a large piece of black poster board that folded out to form a three-sided space about two and a half feet across and three feet high. He placed the poster board around little Pattie with the open side facing the children. "Is that about right, Pattie?"

The little girl's eyes flared as she felt the familiar walls close around her. Without being prompted, she knelt inside the tight space, wearing only her underpants. The Professor put another piece of poster board over the top and Pattie was enclosed in a small box with only one side open. The children moved towards the center of the room so they could all see her better in her dark hole.

"Professor?" Little Indra asked. "Why is there a hole cut in each of the sides?" And indeed, on each side of Pattie's box a couple of three-inch wide holes had been cut out in various places, and on the inside there was a piece of black felt glued across the whole, with a slit cut into the felt.

Imrash West smiled at the class. He looked to hulking Randal Ethen. "Randal, dear, would you be so kind as to come up and help Pattie explain the mysteries of the glory hole. That's it, son. Just choose one of the holes, yes, that one will do. Now just slide that impressive package of yours through the hole."

All the children gaped when Randal's big limp cock appeared through the thin slit in the fabric on the other side of the hole he used. His big cock dangled down, right next to little Pattie's face.

"Go on with your story now, Pattie," Imrash coaxed.

"Oh, oh, yes, the glory hole was just like this! Only darker. I couldn't even stand up in it. But I was too busy to stand up anyway, 'cause any time a man put his thing through one of the holes I had to take care of it and make it feel good. That was my job - for three hours, every morning." Even as she told her story, Pattie had taken Randal's big cock in her dainty hands and expertly stroked and fondled it into an impressive seven-inch erection. Randal, who couldn't see into the makeshift box, moaned with pleasure.

The audience of ten-year-olds was rapt and they oohed when Pattie continued her story by sliding Randal's big hose between her lips. She had to stretch her mouth wide to get it around the beast of a cock. Her summer vacation story was put on hold while Pattie bobbed her head vigorously and fondled the boy's ball sack with her tiny hands.

Fortunately for the narrative, Randal hadn't whacked his meat since Monday afternoon - when he'd watched his six-year-old sister changing out of her bathing suit through the peep-hole he'd drilled between his room and the bathroom. There was also the minor fact that he'd never before had a blow job. So it was a matter of only thirty or forty seconds before Randal grunted like an animal and came hard and fast in Pattie's mouth. It was a huge load of cum, but Pattie captured almost all of it in her mouth. Only half a spoonful dribbled over her chin. She reared back and showed the whole class the milky substance in her mouth, then pointedly swallowed it all.

"Very well done," the Professor declared as all the children clapped and whistled their appreciation. Then he handed a dollar bill to a panting Randal and said, "There you are, Randal my boy, I believe etiquette calls for you to give the young lady a tip. Right there, go on." Randal pushed the dollar through the hole where his cock had been and Pattie snapped it up with a smile. "Well, Pattie," Imrash continued, I can see how you earned your twenty dollars in tips every morning. Was there always just one man using the glory hole?"

"Oh no, sir, sometimes there were two, or even three. That's why the glory hole box is so small, so that even a little girl like me can reach all the cocks at the same time. And if I was very good with my hands, some of the men would squirt their juice out while I was holding them! But they still gave me a nice tip - usually a dollar but sometimes even two. By the time my shift was over the whole bottom of the glory hole would be covered with crumpled up dollar bills."

"And was the best part of your summer the glory hole box, Pattie? Is that the end of your story?" Professor West lifted the pretend glory hole away from Pattie and set it aside.

"Oh, no, sir, the glory hole was really great, but I liked everything about Camp Lupanar. All the girls got to hang out around the pool in our bikinis all afternoon at the resort next door to the camp. And there were lots of nice men there who would buy you whatever you wanted to eat or drink or play games with you or let you sit in their laps. It was so much fun. And then, after dinner, we all got dressed up in the prettiest dresses, with makeup and fancy shoes! We went down to the parlor and the nice men came to see us some more. There was dancing! All the men were really nice to me - even when the other girls got jealous 'cause I was the youngest and the men seemed to like me the best. And after dancing, every girl got to go with one man and take him up to her little room. That was the best part of all!"

"Why was that part so great, Pattie?"

"Because after the man was done - I mean, after he helped me take my pretty dress off and he helped me get in bed and then he kissed me and put his big thing inside my coochie and made it feel really nice - after all that - he would leave ten whole dollars on the nightstand!" Pattie was very excited by her story. Her panties were long gone and she was rapidly fingering her little cunt as she spoke. "And did you know - did you know - if the man didn't take too long putting his goo in my coochie, then I could get dressed and go downstairs and maybe there would be another man who wanted to take me upstairs and help me get back into bed! Some nights there were even three men and on those nights I got thirty whole dollars in tips!"

"My goodness! That's a lot of money for a little girl," the kindly professor said.

"Oh, that's nothing!" Pattie declared. "Some of the men liked to do more than just help me go to bed and make my coochie feel nice. There was this one man, who came every night for two whole weeks - and he left me thirty dollars all by himself. Can you imagine?"

"What did the man want?" asked Indra, the wide-eyed brunette in the font row.

"Well, now, I think that's enough of Pattie's story," Professor West interrupted. "But my, you had a really great Summer Vacation, Pattie Sutor." Professor West smiled down on the pretty girl. "But just one last thing before we let someone else take a turn. You've given me such a nice idea and I do so love to give back to the places that have given me so much! I'm going to get a real glory hole box, just like the pretend poster board one we used for your story, but a real wooden one, with all four sides and a top. We'll put it in the teacher's lounge and you can use it every day during first recess and lunch. Won't that be fun? I'm sure some of your teachers will like that a lot! And maybe you can teach some of your nice little friends how to work inside the box too," he finished, glancing at the little brunette who'd just asked Pattie a question. "Just think of all the nice new doll clothes you can buy your MaryEllen doll with the tips you'll get!"

Pattie beamed at the Professor's idea. She scooped up her pin from his desk and she positively skipped her naked little body back to her seat as the next child came up to tell his Summer Vacation story.

Read on for Part II: The Adventures of Witt Leusink!

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