Chapter 4 - Returning to Reality

The twelve people boarding the waiting bus had brand new CAP cards tucked away on their persons. None of them remembered much about the testing except that it took a lot longer than it seemed. A couple of them were elated with their scores, and some were in the dumps, but most were resigned to leaving their fate in the hands of others.

Beverley was both elated and depressed. Her CAP score had improved, but not enough to volunteer. She was pondering the possible reasons as she mounted the steps into the bus and took her original seat.

After a quick headcount she noticed that everyone was in the same seats as before except for a cute blonde who had her knees in the seat in front of the geek and the brute. The leg opening of her gym shorts revealed all of the girl's shapely thighs and a lot of her butt as she leaned across the back of the seat to talk to the two boys in whispers, much to the annoyance of the two boys a couple of rows back and across for the cluster of girls.

"We're all here," she told the driver.

Her breathing and heart rate quickened as erotic images of the two boys across the aisle flash unbidden into her head again. Thoughts of them had made her twitch on the way to the testing center, but she was positively squirming now. She pictured the two of them giving the tight little blonde a workout fore and aft.

It was a short step from picturing them with the cute girl to picturing herself in the girl's place. There was something oddly familiar when images of the scrawny young man pushing his face into her crotch or mauling her firm breasts came unbidden into her thoughts. She could feel the moisture leaking through her panties and gym shorts. The coolness of the damp fabric clinging to her butt when she squirmed confirmed that her juices were spreading across the plastic seat cover beneath her.

If standing up to Roger's abuse improved her CAP score, then, she reasoned, dominating a lover should put her over the top. While looking back at the two young men she formed a plan. She might have trouble finding the courage to dominate someone her own age, but those two young men should not be much of a challenge. She knew it was neither ethical nor moral to use them like that, but rationalized that they would not complain if she gave them skills they could use to conquer other women.

She kept her seat when the driver opened the bus's doors at the school. She knew there was no way she could avoid showing him the wet spot, but she planned to follow the students back to the gymnasium. "Wait for me at the bottom of the steps, boys," she said as the scrawny one passed.

The driver was looking right at her when she took a deep breath and stood. "Thank you for your patience," she told him before swinging around to descend the steps. She knew her butt was at his eye level and there was no way he could miss the wet spot. It occurred to her that he could probably smell it as well, and as embarrassing as that thought should have been, it seemed to elevate her spirits when she realized the driver would be lusting for her body.

All four of the boys were at the bottom of the steps when she stepped out of the bus. "You two can go ahead," she told the two jocks. "You too, miss." The shapely blonde was not pleased that she had to walk to the gym with the handsome pair, and she held back until they were well ahead of her. This puzzled Beverley for a moment.

"Are we in trouble for something?" the brute asked.

"No, not at all." There was a moment of panic when Beverley realized that she had not formulated an effective cover story. She could not bring herself to tell them outright that she wanted to get into a naked heap with them. "I would like to discuss the testing experience with the two of you. When do you have free periods?"

"I have study hall after lunch," the geek said.

"So do I," added the boy who was actually taller than Beverley.

Beverley quickly penciled a couple of notes. "Give these to the study hall monitor and report to me in my office."

The puzzled boys accepted the passes, nodded, and headed toward the building. She was shaking like a leaf as she watched them retreat.

"Good luck with them," the driver said before closing the door.

He had heard everything and was not a naïve young man. Her mouth was open and her face was red as she watched the big yellow bus drive away.

Coach Barker looked up from his desk when Madison entered his office, took a quick look around, and locked the door. He pushed his chair back and stood up. "Unlock the door, Miss," he demanded. "Nothing is going to happen in here."

She dropped to her knees and deftly opened his pants. She gave his semi-erect penis a lick before countering. "I beg to differ," and closed her mouth over the flexible appendage, forging it into a steel bar. It came out of her mouth with a soft pop when he fell back into his chair.

The halter top Madison was wearing fell away when she opened the clasp between her proud mounds. They were small, but perfectly formed with reddish-brown nipples at the peaks. One of her delicate fingers scooped a drop of precum from the tip of Matt's cock as she lifted the hem of her skirt. There were no panties to block his view of her sparse bush. She spread his juice in the folds of her pussy.

"How did your DNA get into my little snatch, Coach?" she asked with an impish smile.

"Listen, I've been fucked by several boys who have no idea how to please a woman. I need a man for many reasons. The most important ones that involve you are my need to know what it's like to truly be sexually satisfied and to find out if I'm any good at pleasing real men. All my lovers have told me that I'm great, but what do boys really know about sex?

"I remember being seriously turned on by you as I was leaving the testing center a few weeks ago, and I unsuccessfully tried to get your attention then. I didn't think I'd ever see you again and was shocked to see you outside the gym this morning. This is my second chance, and I've made up my mind to seduce you. Ignoring me is not an option."

"I can't have sex with a student!" Matt objected.

"I don't know. That protrusion from your pants looks like it's fully capable of penetrating my tight little pussy," Madison observed as her skirt dropped to her ankles. "It looks bigger than anything that's been in there ahead of it, but I bet you can force it in if you put your mind to it."

She swiveled his chair to face his desk, straddled his legs, and rested her tight buns on the writing surface. When he made no move other than staring at her plush pussy, she lifted one sandal shod foot after the other onto his shoulders and pulled him closer.

"Perhaps you can lick the DNA evidence out of my pussy," she suggested. "No, that would just leave a lot of your saliva everywhere," she added thoughtfully and leaned back to retrieve her legs.

The view of the beautiful girl's outrageously exposed crotch when she hooked the low heals of her sandals on the edge of his desk would tempt a saint. "I bet I could just lower myself onto your shaft without even removing your pants."

When she swung her feet out to suit action to words, Matt intercepted her legs at the knees and leaned forward to taste the dew collecting on the protruding inner lips. Madison smiled at the ceiling as she leaned back and braced her upper body on her elbows. She threw her head farther back and moaned when his rough tongue swiped the gaping cleft that ran from her vestibule to her clitoris.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "You've done this before!" Conversation was again interrupted as Matt nursed her clitoris and probed her tight tunnel with a slick finger.

"Get naked!" she demanded when able to breathe again. "I want you naked when you fuck me. Please?"

"How do you want it?" Matt asked when his face reappeared from the tail of the shirt he peeled off and threw it across the room before attacking his belt.

"You can fuck me any way you want, anywhere you want. I am the eager student. You are the wise master. Just please, fuck me good and fuck me now!"

"Ungh," Madison grunted when the swollen head of Matt's cock pushed through the tight opening and entered her slick tunnel.

His cock was half buried in the softest, tightest sheath Matt had ever felt. He became a wild animal. He laced his fingers in the small of her back and pulled her all the way onto his cock with savage thrusts. She squealed in surprise, lunged at him, and grabbed his arms as he lifted her ass off the desk.

She writhed in ecstasy on his shaft. "Omigod! Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck MEEEE!"

Matt had not intended to fuck her standing up, but Madison sprang on him like a lioness jumping a gazelle when he pushed his cock into her wet opening. She clung to him with her delicate breasts against the coarse hair on his chest and her legs around his hips. She did most of the work as she humped his cock. He was sure his neck would be bleeding from the many bites she used to stifle her loudest screams.

The front of Matt's thighs hurt from the edge of his desk digging into his knotted muscles. She trembled as a giant orgasm wracked through her body. She suddenly went limp and her dead weight overbalanced him. His padded desk chair broke his fall, but her feet caught between his hips and the back of the chair pushing it out from under them.

It felt like the fake leather on the seat ripped the skin from his back as the two of them slid to the cold plastic mat beneath the wheels of his chair. "Don't stop," Madison mumbled. The fall had almost separated them. Only his swollen head remained embedded.

She slid toward his feet until her vagina encased his entire length. With his stiff spike fully embedded, she began grinding against him by rotating her hips to work his swollen glans in and out by painfully bending his cock around her pubic bone as she slid back and forth.

"Wait!" he shouted in pain. "Straight up and down. You can grind your clit against the base of my cock before withdrawing, but this back and forth motion is killing me!"

"Like this?" she asked after adjusting her motion. "I've never been on top before. It feels nice."

"Yes… yes it does," he agreed as he began to lift his hips to meet her downward plunges.

"I'll fall over if I cum," she observed fretfully.

He shifted his hands from her hips to her breasts. "Not if I hold you up."

She clasped his hands tighter to her chest with her own as she began fucking him with total abandon. "Omigod, oh yes. Omigod, oh yes. Omigod, oh yes."

Her head was thrown back and there was nothing to muffle her screams when her lithe body was again racked by an orgasm. Matt rolled on top and continued to plow his full length into the clasping pussy that held his cock captive. He continued thrusting with steady strokes until she again quivered in prelude to yet another orgasm. He stepped up the pace and thrust savagely into young girl who had awakened his lust.

As his cock sprayed its life-giving essence into her depths he had a brief spark of concern that she might become pregnant by him. He had not started taking the male contraceptive his doctor had given him and had foolishly forgotten all about using a condom.

Madison laughed playfully when he kept falling back to the floor when he tried to stand. He looked down and found that his pants were still around his ankles. She used her mouth to clean his cock and balls and a tissue to clean her thighs and staunch the flow from her vagina.

"So, how do you rate me as a sex toy?" Madison asked innocently as she pulled on a pair of panties she retrieved from her shoulder bag.

"Very nice. You have outstanding equipment. You just need to hone your skills a bit," Matt replied with a friendly smile.

"Very nice! That's all," Madison pouted for a second, but her whole face lit up when she realized, "You want to fuck me again! Why you dirty old man. I'm half your age!"

The doorknob rattled and there was a knock at his door. "Is everything alright, Coach?"

"Yeah, I just tripped over some furniture. Go about your business!"

He glared at Madison and hissed, "We need somewhere safe to give you the practice you need." He scribbled his address on the back of a business card. "Can you get to this address or will I need to pick you up somewhere?"

"I have a friend with a car. She can drive me Wednesday night when her parents are at church, but we can only stay about an hour," she bit her lower lip as she looked at Matt with sparkling eyes.

He sighed, "Is she as pretty as you?"

"Prettier," she said as she set her bare cones bouncing as she jumped up and down. "You won't regret this, Coach."

"Yes I will," he groused. "I regret it already, but I'm addicted to your sweet body."

She had her halter top back in place when he pulled his shirt down his chest. She gave his a quick kiss on the cheek, but he pulled her in for a proper first kiss. She was breathless when he released her. "I'll see you and your friend Wednesday night."

"Yes you will," she vamped as she swished toward the door. "You'll see all of us."

Beverly was wearing a long, peach colored calypso shirt as a dress. The two ties in the front left a three inch gap from her neck to below her waist. The semicircle at the bottom of the wide opening was below her navel. The soft brocade on the upper panels stopped just below her nipples. It was clear that her breasts were unfettered, but the soft folds that gathered and shifted around her hips made the absence of panties less certain.

She found it interesting that the two boys arrived together as she stood to greet them at the door. "Please come in and have a seat," she told them. She indicated the two chairs inside the small office facing her desk rather than the low couch to the left. Both freshmen were gentlemen and declined to sit while Beverley was standing.

They were standing behind the chairs and facing her as she leaned against the door with her hands behind her back gathering her thoughts. "Thank you for being so prompt," she said a bit too loudly in order to mask the sound of the deadbolt as she deftly locked the door. The somewhat translucent dress swished as she stepped between the two chairs, turned, and rested her butt against the edge of the desktop.

"Please have a seat. This won't take too long," she said nervously. When they were seated she continued. "The two of you caught my attention on the way to the Confederacy testing center, and even more so during the return trip. Did either of you notice anything unusual during the trip?"

The two young men looked at each other and shrugged. "Not really," the slight boy said more to his companion than to her.

"What's this about, Miss…?" the larger one asked. "I'm sorry. I don't remember your name."

The frown she wore turned out to be from processing the question instead of conveying a reprimand. "What? Oh, I'm sorry. I assumed you knew me. I'm Beverley Addams, the girls' physical fitness teacher and the gymnastics coach here at our school. I know introductions were made earlier, but I don't recall your names either."

"Robert Granger," the large boy responded.

"Malcolm Whitehead, Miss Addams. I'm pleased to meet you," the boy with the thick glasses added.

"What is this about, Miss Addams," Robert asked again.

"Are either of you attracted to me?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" Robert asked and cocked his head.

"Do you think I'm attractive? I mean, do you feel any kind of sexual response when you look at me?" It may have been accidental, but when she shifted her hands to push herself away from the desk her fingers caught the hem of her dress exposing her outer thighs almost to her waist.

Malcolm gasped and Robert smiled as she did a quick pirouette. "Do I turn you on, or am I too old to be of interest to either of you?"

Malcolm was vapor locked. He was pretty sure he had glimpsed pubic hair during her turn before the dress fell back into place. Robert let out a small sigh. He had no doubts that a trap was being set for him and his myopic companion.

"My friend here has no experience with women. He has never so much as kissed a female who wasn't a close family member. It will be very wrong of you to take advantage of his confusion.

"I'm guessing that we are here for one of three reasons," Robert held up his left hand and began counting. "You are not happy with your CAP test results and want consolation sex. You are thrilled with your test results and want celebratory sex. You have recently broken up with a significant other and need to validate your sexuality, perhaps in a dominant role"

Beverley just stared for a moment with her mouth hanging open. "A bit of all three, I think. How can you know all that? Who are you?"

"I'll be happy to take care of your needs," Robert said with a deep sadness in his body language. "But I think my friend needs to leave before he gets messed up by your head games."

"No, wait!" Beverley and Malcolm said at the same time.

"There is something about the three of us… and others." Malcolm turned from Robert to Beverley. "You were teaching me about sex… coaching me as I had sex with someone else after I had sex… with you."

"I never saw you before today," Beverley countered. "However, I, too, have similar feelings. But how…?"

"Transference," Robert postulated. "Malcolm is very empathetic. He feels your anxiety and sexual tension, and he wants to help."

"There's a familiar smell, a fragrance," Malcolm held up his hand to silence Robert as he sniffed the air and looked up at Beverley. "It's tangy with a hint of citrus… tangerine, maybe. It’s very familiar. I just can't place it." He glanced at Beverley's athletic legs and pictured their juncture before turning his attention to Robert when his companion began speaking.

"Smell is the most powerful memory association humans have. A whiff of something can trigger memories of infancy. Usually something that reminds you of your mother or grandmother," Robert said thoughtfully.

"Who are you? Don't keep ignoring the question." Beverley reached out and grasped Robert's arm.

He shrugged. "Both of my parents are psychiatrists and they talk shop at home. I pick up a few stray concepts here and there. It's no big deal."

"It's not my mother I think about when I smell this," Malcolm said. His face was red with embarrassment when he added, "At least I hope it's not."

His color darkened when Beverley asked, "What image do you see?"

Robert saw Malcolm's mouth try to form words. When nothing came out he told the red-faced boy. "Go ahead. We won't laugh." He gave Beverley a threatening look to confirm his promise.

"I see… I picture inner labia, long inner labia that extend clear of delicate brown hair on puffy outer labia." He could not look at Beverley as he spoke.

"That could be me," an astonished Beverley confirmed.

"Lift your dress and give us a look," Robert instructed. Beverley reflexively obeyed.

"It's just like I pictured it," Malcolm said reverently. He looked Beverley in the eye. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful."

She released her dress and displayed remarkable flexibility when she folded at the hips to get low enough to kiss the sitting boy on the mouth. "That's very sweet of you. It's especially sweet that you said it to my face and not to my crotch even though it was at eye level to you."

Looking over to include Robert, who was leaning forward to visually inspect her lovely ass, she asked, "Do you really think my giving this sweet young man his first sample of sex will cause him damage? I know it's wrong on many levels, but I'm drawn to him, and to you. It's almost an obsession, but I think I can back away if you think it's best."

Before Robert could say anything, Malcolm asked him, "Would you mind showing me how it should be done? I'm nervous and have no idea what I'm supposed to do or how to do it. Maybe if I watch…?"

Robert smiled at Malcolm and looked at Beverley. "Are you okay with a little show and tell?"

When she nodded assent he stood and began loosening his clothes. He told Malcolm, "You might consider getting out of your clothes now as well. This is going to be very stimulating for you, so stimulating that you could leak into your underwear."

"I know about premature ejaculation," Malcolm noted with a twisted smile as he began with his shoes before standing. He paused in his activities when Beverley pulled her dress over her head and turned her back to him to clear her desk. "It could happen at any second," he added breathlessly. Her trim buttocks masked nothing as she leaned away from him.

Beverley twisted enough to smile at him around her shoulder. "Sweet talk like that will get you into far more panties than broad shoulders and perfect hair can collect on their own. You are about to get the most memorable lesson of your entire life."

She turned and squatted in front of him to help him catch up with Robert. "Don't think you're going to be just a spectator in the preliminaries. Knowing where and how to touch a girl can shuck even more panties than sweet talk.

"Omigod!" Beverley exclaimed when she carefully pulled the waistband of Malcolm's cotton briefs below his swollen cock. "So much for the myth that little guys have little dicks!"

She closed her mouth over the swollen knob that capped his cock, and, as she expected, her mouth was filled with pulse after pulse of thick cum. She steadied his hips and guided him to the chair behind him without releasing his pulsing shaft.

"I'm so sorry," Malcolm said when he recovered enough control of his breathing to speak.

Beverley sucked the last few drops from his cock and sat back with a big smile on her face. "Think nothing of it. I knew you were about ready to blow. You should be more comfortable now that some of the pressure has been relieved."

She looked up at Robert, "Perhaps we should start by showing him how to get a woman off without using his cock." Turning back to Malcolm she added, "You wouldn't mind putting your mouth on my pussy, would you? Licking a girl isn't as nasty as it sounds."

"Are you kidding me?" he asked enthusiastically. "You'll let me do that?"

"That and so much more," she reassured him as she smiled and gently stroked his cheek.

His eyes linger on her breasts. The large mounds were almost out of place on her lean, muscular frame. "May I touch you?" he asked.

"You may touch me anywhere you like." She placed one of Malcolm's hands on each of the soft globes and guided his exploration of the classic feature of femininity.

When they reached her nipples she cautioned him, "It's difficult to know how to treat a girl's nipples. Most are very sensitive. Too much stimulation can be painful, but too little can be frustrating. Watch your partner and learn how to read the thin line between pain and pleasure."

She released his right hand and slowly pulled his face to her left breast. He opened his mouth when her nipple brushed against his lips and swirled his tongue around the hard knob before sucking it into his mouth.

"Easy, tiger," Beverley cautioned when Malcolm moved his hands to her back and crushed his face into the yielding flesh of her breast.

He backed off a little and began cataloging the soft skin and hard muscles on her back and sides. He moaned around his mouthful of titty as his hands explored her firm ass.

"I have two tits," Beverley complained playfully and the mouth mauling her left breast immediately shifted to her right.

In a surprising move Malcolm crossed his forearms in the small of her back and stood. His rigid cock was between her thighs until he sat her on her desk and began kissing his way down her breastbone and onto her abdomen. When he didn't stop at her navel, she opened her legs and leaned back to give him easy access to his ultimate target.

"No teeth down there," she instructed, "Just lips, tongue, and gentle fingers."

He kissed and licked the margin of her bikini trim, pushed her knees up and farther apart, and engulfed her protruding inner labia with his mouth. She gasped in pleasure and trembled when he sucked the delicate morsels deep into his mouth where he abused them mercilessly with his tongue.

"Oh, shit! Where did you learn to do that?" she gasped.

It was a fair question. Hers was the first pussy his lips had ever touched, but he somehow knew his way around and what she wanted him to do. He was sure it was a technique he had somehow learned from her, but that made no sense.

Malcolm sank down on his knees to ease the pressure on his neck and back as he probed her vagina with his tongue. She trembled in anticipation as he slowly traced the backs of her thighs with is fingertips from her knees to her butt.

"Not there," she gasped when a fingertip brushed the fine hairs around her anus.

"I thought you told him he could touch you anywhere he liked?" Robert needled her. "You shouldn't confuse him with conflicting instructions." He smiled like the Cheshire Cat when she glared at him.

The pad of Malcolm's thumb took over tracing the perimeter of her vaginal opening, freeing his tongue to plow her furrow from vagina to clitoris. He suckled the little knot of nerves like it was a third nipple when he found it at the top of her slit and rode her climax with his thumb in her vagina and a knuckle against her winking anus. When she calmed down after her peak, he stood and positioned the tip of his cock at the drooling entrance of her vagina.

"I thought… oh, yes!" Beverly said as he began working his cock into her tight, slick tunnel.

"So hot, so tight," Malcolm mumbled. "I can't believe such a beautiful woman is letting me do this." He was soon in to the root and began stroking with a slow, steady rhythm. "Feels so good! I can hardly stand it."

"Looks like you didn't need a demonstration after all," Robert said encouragingly.

"It's almost as though I'm remembering how she likes it," Malcolm grunted in response. "And I know what she wants both of us to do."

Malcolm ignored her pleas of, "Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster!" He knew that the solid strokes he was using drove her wild. He only started moving a little faster when his own climax took control of his body. His strokes shortened and his hips slammed him against the upturned ass and trembling thighs of the writhing woman in front of him. He was relieved that he could hear her scream of climax as he shot pulse after pulse of semen into her clasping tunnel.

"Wow!" Robert said to Malcolm. "You're going to be a hard act to follow."

Malcolm stepped back and collapsed into a chair. Robert lifted Beverley's dangling legs by the ankles and followed his erection to the wet, matted hair at their juncture. He flexed his knees and leaned forward a bit to snag his glans at the bottom of slippery folds of Beverley's pussy. His cock was rigid enough and her tunnel was slick enough for him to gain entrance without either of them guiding his cock with their hands.

Beverley moaned as Robert's thick cock held her hungry tunnel open behind the blunt tip being pushed into her depths with a single stroke. This boy was strong and experienced. Hard muscles positioned her to his liking. She had some control when fucking Malcolm, but hardly any with Robert. It surprised her that she did not object when Robert took the lead. It was nothing like the helpless feeling she had when Roger asserted his dominance. She let herself go to totally enjoy the fucking she was about to get.

While the shape of the cock currently stroking her vaginal walls was not as stimulating as the previous one, the skill with which it was used more than made up the difference. Strong muscles were driving the fleshy spike deep into her body with precision and incredible timing. The hip rotation he added when his cock slammed home added a new dimension to the stimulation of her clitoris and kept her gasping and thrashing in pleasure.

Malcolm felt more than a little uncomfortable as he watched Robert's bare ass clench with each powerful thrust, but he was fascinated by Robert's conservation of motion and the reactions he elicited from Beverley. He stood and approached from the side to get a better view of what Robert was doing. Being able to watch Beverley's breasts jiggle was just a bonus.

Robert had his hands on Beverley's hips right at her waist to control the angle and depth of penetration. She was totally at his mercy and loving every second of his skillful lovemaking. The fact that he was barely fifteen amazed her, but no longer detracted from her enjoyment of his skill as a lover.

She kept her eyes closed when a second pair of hands made contact with her body. One was lightly touching her abdomen below her navel, feeling the play of muscles as she responded to Robert's thrusts. The other hand was on her shoulder more for balance than anything else. After a few moments the two hands converged on her breasts to repeat the exploration exercise that she had lead them through earlier.

"Wait!" Beverley cried out through her blissful fog. "I'm sorry Robert. You're doing an amazing job, but I want both of you in me. Would you mind terribly using your magic wand in my ass while Malcolm comforts my pussy?"

"Your wish is my command, my lady," Robert said with flourish and a big grin as he eased his shaft from her vagina. "The desk may be too high," he added after picturing the arrangement in his mind.

"Sit on the edge of the couch, Malcolm," she directed.

When Malcolm was slouched on the couch with his cock pointed skyward, she straddled his hips and steadied herself by griping the back of the couch at either side of Malcolm's head. Malcolm guided his cock to her entrance as she settled onto his shaft with a satisfied moan.

Beverly managed to tell Robert, "There's lubricant in the top right-hand drawer of my desk, if you think you need it." She was so distracted that she gestured toward the door instead of her desk.

Robert retrieved the small bottle before getting on his knees behind the beautifully presented ass. He applied a small amount of the slick fluid to his middle finger and gently pushed it past her tight sphincter.

She squirmed on Malcolm's spike and smothered his face with her breasts as delightful sensations washed through her entire body. Gentle hands on her hips and back helped her relax as she felt two fingers push deep into her forbidden cavity. Her brain was already overloaded with pleasurable sensations from her vagina, hips, and breasts when she felt Robert's big cock force its way through her back door.

The two guys got into sync with each other by reading Beverley's response patterns. Neither of them had done this before. Feeling each other's cock through the thin wall that separated them and feeling their testicles bumping each other did not seem as strange as either expected.

Beverley was not in her body when it exploded in an intense orgasm that was triggered when one nipple was crushed between a thumb and forefinger and the other stretched past a pair of lips to be abused by a very lively tongue. She had already gone to the land of cosmic pleasure and was happy to allow the two boys do as they pleased with her body.

Shortly after the screaming and heavy grunting stopped there was a knock at the door. "Miss Beverley? I can't stand it out here any longer. Please let me in."

"Come back later," Beverley managed to say with just enough force to carry through the door.

"I've been out here the whole time and know who's in there with you and what the three of you have been doing. You can let me in now, or I'll return in a few minutes with the principal."

Beverley groaned in disappointment when Robert withdrew from her hot rectum and stood on wobbly legs. She rolled off Malcolm and sat next to him as Robert quietly approached the door. When she shrugged and nodded he opened the door and blocked her view as the silhouette of his body filled the open doorway.

There was a mostly naked blonde just outside the door. She stepped out of her panties before pushing past Robert and entering the coach's office with her clothes in her hands. She glanced around as she stepped through the door and tossed her clothing in the direction of the other garments that were in a loose pile.

Robert stood naked next to the intruder and asked her, "Couldn't you wait until this evening, Eileen? We told you we would be at your house and gone before your parents got home."

Eileen's eyes dropped to Robert's wilted shaft. "Wow! A beefy guy with a beefy cock," she said as Robert spoke. It was as if he had said nothing. Turning to Malcolm she added, "Whoa, and a wiry guy with a lethal weapon. So, which one of you is going to pick my cherry?"

"You're up, Malcolm. I need to clean up before I do anything else," Robert said as he closed and locked the door.

Malcolm nodded as he stood and approached Eileen. He took her hand and smiled as they locked eyes with each other. Instead of leading her directly to the low couch against the wall as she expected, he pulled her in for a kiss. She inexplicably resisted and was momentarily distracted by a wet cock brushing her belly when their lips met, but Malcolm soon had most of her focus on their mouths, even when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled their naked bodies together.

"I was feeling horny before the trip into town for the CAP test and was going to get one of cute, popular guys to make a woman of me later this week. Something changed while I was being tested for my CAP card this morning. I was positively randy when we boarded the bus, and for some reason I sat with the two of you instead of the two cute guys."

"Thanks a lot," Robert said with a chuckle.

She only acknowledged his comment with her eyebrows before Malcolm initiated another kiss. She continued when they again came up for air. "Anyway, I got curious when I heard Miss Beverley tell you to meet her here after lunch and followed the two of you here thinking she had the same feelings about you that I did.

"I really can't afford to be seen in public with either of you and don't want any romantic entanglements with either of you, but I somehow know you will do a better job teaching me about sex than the popular guys."

"You should stop talking now," Malcolm said with a mixture of mirth and annoyance. She was much too pretty for him to send her away for being insulting. It hurt a little that she did not think him worthy to date and confused him that she wanted to freely give him what most guys would have to work hard and long to claim.

She frowned in puzzlement when he had her sit on the edge of the couch instead of immediately putting her on her back. She recoiled a bit from the thought that he was going ask her to put his nasty cock in her mouth, and was again confused when he dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her legs apart to get close enough to kiss her again.

"I'm plenty hot," Eileen remarked and then stopped breathing when his hands moved up her ribs and came to a stop at the base of her firm cones.

"Yes you are. And you'll be a lot hotter and wetter when I finally slide home," Malcolm countered from between her breasts.

Her breasts were small and solid compared to Beverley's. He had no trouble making her nipples hard enough to cut glass before he moved his mouth in the direction of her navel and points south.

"Are you going to…?" she gasped. "No, wait. That's nastEEE!"

He quickly shifted his hands from her breasts to her butt and lifted her hips above the edge of the couch for easier access to what lay beneath her golden curls. Eileen's thrashing legs actually made it easier for him to wedge his face against her groin were he could abuse her defenseless pussy with his lips and tongue. In seconds her copious juices were dripping from his chin.

By the time his mouth worked its way back to her breasts she was flat on her back with her thighs high and wide. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pinned her to the cushions with Beverley's advice for deflowering virgins penetrating the sexual fog.

"On three," he whispered in her ear. "Ready? One, two, three." Nothing happened. She had remained tense and he remained immobile. When she took a breath and relaxed to ask him what was wrong, he pushed through her hymen.

"Ayee!" she screamed as the fragile barrier was ripped apart. Malcolm maintained just enough pressure to hold his position. He pushed aside the nagging question in the back of his mind of when Beverley had coached him about deflowering virgins and focused on the virgin he was in the process of deflowering.

Eileen gasped and clutched Malcolm's shoulders as inch after inch of his throbbing cock pushed its way into her violated body. She would pant for a few seconds and then relax to let the big knob push deeper and deeper until his pubic bone finally made contact with her padded mound. The two of them lay still for a few moments as they both caught their breath.

When she relaxed a little and her lubricant coated his entire shaft, he began lengthening his short strokes until he was working the full length of his cock into the depths of her vagina at a leisurely pace. Her mating instincts soon took over and she began clumsily clasping his shaft with her inexperienced pussy. She griped his hips with her shapely legs and urgently pulled herself up to meet his thrusts.

"Just relax and let me do the work," Malcolm advised as he nibbled her neck and earlobe.

His advice was predictably ignored as the sexual heat built inside her trembling body. Eileen clung to him with arms and legs as the pace of their mating increased until he suddenly jammed himself against her thrashing hips and twitched as he sent jets of cream into her depths. Her orgasm was silent, but she did not remain so when she recovered.

"Omigod! My girlfriends and older sister told me how horrible their first time was. It hurt a lot when you first pushed your monster cock in me, but omigod! That was fantastic!" Eileen enthused.

"Glad I could be of service, ma'am," Malcolm responded with an extra helping of mirth. He kissed her cheek and chin before settling his lips on hers. She moaned dreamily as they kissed, and hissed when he shifted his weight to extract his shrinking penis and sat with her legs across his lap.

"I'm gonna be sore for a week," Eileen complained.

"I'm not sure I want tell my friends about you. If I do you'll be dick deep in cute virgins and have no time at all available for me," she added with a girlish pout.

"Was the big guy fucking the coach in the ass before I came in?" Eileen quietly asked Malcolm. When he nodded apprehensively she smiled dreamily. "Cool! Will it be alright with you if he does that to me after school today while I ride you cowgirl?

"I'll take that as a yes," she added when his cock twitched against her thigh as she lay across his lap.

<You have been leaving memories of sexual scenarios in the subconscious of test subjects,> the senior AI stated.

<Not all of the subjects. Just those with a high probability of being extracted,> the AI that had administered the tests replied.

<Why?> asked the first.

<What good is a lesson that cannot be remembered?>

<But, you have planted subliminal confidence in non-existent sexual skills and experience which encourages them to mate,> the senior AI observed.

<Yes, and your point is…?>