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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>

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                         Cram and Punishment

    Except for the soft rustle of paper, the scratch of pens, the
    classroom was silent. Meghna sat at her desk by the huge window,
    looking out, the end of the pen between her lips. She was utterly
    bored. She looked around. Everyone else had their heads down, and
    were scribbling away or looking bewildered. Meghna smiled to
    herself. Thanks to the very exclusive coaching classes she had
    arranged for herself, her work was almost done and she knew it was
    near-perfect. It could have been perfect, but she deliberately let
    in a few errors. It aroused suspicion when a student who had
    rarely moved beyond a lowly C minus or even a D suddenly starting
    producing straight A's. A discreet would do for now. By the end of
    the year, she'd be at the head of her class.

    She smiled, pleased with herself. Till recently, she had never
    believed in the trite adage that learning should be fun. She had
    always found perfectly beastly. Now she knew just how much fun it
    could be. It was just a matter of application.

    Meghna slipped into an erotic daydream. She flipped her tongue at
    the end of the pen and erotically swirled her tongue over the
    smooth metal, nibbling it gently, sucking on the tip. It felt
    sexy.

    Now if only it was a cock. She loved sucking cock and relished the
    heat and hardness of a penis in her mouth, the tangy taste of
    pre-cum gunk, the hot sting of gunk in her mouth. Her breasts
    warmed and swelled under her tunic as the fantasy grew more vivid
    and she saw herself lasciviously sucking a cock, pumping it in her
    fist, her lips wide, licking and sucking it hungrily. Meghna's
    cunt tingled and she felt the first delicious beads of cunt-juice
    on her thighs.

    The last term had been wonderful. Six months ago, she was just
    another kid at school, good at sports but not much else. Then,
    just before her fifteenth birthday, Alex, the swimming coach
    enticed her behind the locker-rooms and fucked her brains out.

    Not that she was an innocent about sex, or didn't have risqué
    sexual fantasies. It was just that in school, bedding in a
    dormitory, there was nothing she could do about it.

    To be sure, it was a co-ed school, and there were plenty of
    handsome boys around, but she was terrified of being caught. In
    any case, she'd decided that she wasn't ready for the
    fumble-and-shove approach. She was determined to have a man who
    could guide her, a man with experience in fucking women.

    What she knew about sex was either clinical, acquired from biology
    text-books and surreptitiously read reference materials in the
    library, or lurid, gleaned for half-understood conversations with
    girls and the raunchy boy-talk she sometimes overheard. Once she'd
    learned the mechanics of it, her sharp imagination took care of
    the rest. She knew her body was very attractive and, shortly after
    puberty, she discovered the pleasures that came of fondling her
    breasts and her cunt. For a while, she experimented with the
    nearest things at hand -- hockey sticks, shampoo bottles,
    hairbrushes -- but constantly, her mind yearned for the real
    thing.

    Alex was the first real man to enter her erotic reveries. He was
    very sexy, superbly built and devilishly handsome. Since they
    always met when he was in his tight little swimming briefs, Meghna
    had a chance to notice the alluring bulge between his thighs.
    Using the reference book photographs and textbook diagrams she
    tried to imagine what his penis would look like and how it might
    feel when it went into her cunt.

    Meghna started flirting covertly with him. She would make it a
    point to catch his attention, swimming that much more, working
    that much harder, smiling winningly at him, moving as close to him
    as she possibly could without drawing attention from the other
    kids. Alex noticed. She was very lovely.

    It took time, and it taught her that she couldn't get anything
    without working for it. For weeks on end, she trained with a
    passion, forcing her body to its limits. The results showed: She
    lost her puppy fat and became fit and her body's curves grew even
    sexier. He put her name down for an interschool championship. She
    won five gold medals, two silvers and three bronzes. The school
    got the team trophy.

    Meghna was felicitated at school assembly and given a special
    certificate. The students clamoured for a party, since this was
    the first time the school had so comprehensively beaten its rival.
    We handed them a drubbing, sent them packing with their tails
    between their legs, did you see the look on their coach's face?
    The faculty, immensely pleased, relented. Even the headmaster, an
    intimidating ex-Army officer named Martin, succumbed and permitted
    himself a congratulatory smile. The school went wild.

    They arranged a dance session in the main hall, with its vaulted
    ceiling and long wooden rafters. A rock-group was hired. The cooks
    went to town and turned out fresh ice-cream and cakes and
    hamburgers and fries and sandwiches and there was all the cola
    they could drink. Meghna was the star of the show. Every guy
    wanted to dance with her. The rock-band called her up on stage
    while they did 'Smoke On The Water'. For several hours, she jived
    tirelessly, thrilled with herself. There was no dearth of handsome
    guys vying to be with her.

    She took a break at eleven o'clock and sat sipping a cold Coke.
    The hall was hot and stuffy. Meghna went out. The night was cool
    and clear and she took several deep breaths, smiling to herself.

    Meghna would never know what made her stroll out to the pool. She
    walked slowly around the dark, silent water, ruffled by a cool
    breeze, and hugged herself with excitement. It was wonderful to be
    recognised and honoured like this. Suddenly, she was glad she'd
    stayed on in school.

    When she and her sister, Kanan, a year older than herself, were
    nine and ten, they'd been packed off here. Kanan hadn't been able
    to handle it. Some kids just couldn't. Kanan was miserable and
    lonely and, a few months later, went home. Meghna enjoyed the
    freedom and distance from the horrid house in Bombay, all stuffy
    and gloomy with no books or good music or sports facilities she
    could use. She had always enjoyed this school and now she was
    truly happy. She started back to the hall.

    "Meghna."

    Startled, she stopped, whirling around, looking into the darkness.
    A figure stepped from the darkness behind the locker-rooms.

    "Who's that?" She asked anxiously.

    "It's me, Alex."

    Meghna smiled in relief. "Alex. You scared me." She walked towards
    him. "Why aren't you at the party?"

    He smiled and shook his head. "No, it's not for us. It's your
    night, for you and your friends and the kids in school."

    "But the other teachers are there! And you, of all people, you,
    Alex, you earned it! We -- I -- could never have made it without
    you."

    "I know. But it's you, and the rest of the team, that did the
    work."

    "Rubbish. Come on, come with me. I'll dance with you." She took
    his hand in hers.

    His fingers tightened in hers, he didn't move. She turned.

    "Come on, Alex! Don't be such a ninny!"

    "Meghna."

    Something in his voice made her stop. "What?"

    "Meghna, I --"

    "What, Alex?" She said softly, looking concerned.

    Alex groaned and grabbed her and pulled her to him and kissed her
    hard on her lips, holding her tight. Meghna froze under him, her
    lips clamped shut in stunned disbelief. She could feel the
    throbbing hardness in his crotch.

    "Oh god, Meghna," he said hoarsely and they broke apart. "I'm
    sorry. I'm sorry. Please -- don't tell anyone -- I'm sorry. I
    shouldn't have done that. Oh god. Please. Forgive me."

    He buried his face in his hands. Instinctively, Meghna went to him
    and put her arms around him and held him close, comforting him.
    His head jerked up in surprise.

    "Alex." Meghna's voice was soft. "Kiss me again."

    He stared at her for a long minute, their eyes locked, time
    standing still. Slowly, he pulled her closer and bent his head to
    hers. This time, when his lips met hers, she responded and parted
    her lips. His tongue slid into her mouth. Meghna felt dizzy with
    excitement. It was happening! It was happening at last, and
    tonight of all nights! It was perfect.

    He kissed her gently and deeply for a long time, and her mind
    leaped in joy at the realisation that she was French-kissing this
    man. At last, their lips parted.

    "Oh god, Meghna. I can't tell you how long I've wanted this."

    "I never knew."

    "You never asked."

    "I tried. I tried in a hundred ways. Why didn't you see?"

    "I must have been blind!"

    She smiled. "Yes. You were. I've wanted this, too, for a long
    time. I did this, all this swimming, only for you. Because I
    wanted this to happen some day."

    "My god!"

    "Isn't it perfect, that it's happening tonight, of all nights?"

    He smiled and kissed her again, gently and deeply. This time, when
    they stopped, she clung to him, her fingers scrunching his shirt,
    her head bowed on his chest.

    "Alex," she mumbled softly, her voice trembling as he caressed her
    hair and back gently.

    "What?"

    "There's something else."

    "What?" He tried to lift her face, but she resisted.

    "I -- I want -- I want to --" She looked up, flustered and
    nervous, blushing furiously.

    He smiled, understanding and pleasure in his eyes. "Do you mean
    that?" His voice was soft.

    She nodded silently. He chuckled softly.

    "So do I. Very much. I have, for a long, long time."

    "So have I. More than I can say." Her voice was muffled by his
    shirt. "Will you?"

    "Yes. Is it your first time?"

    She looked up at him anxiously. "Yes. Does that matter?"

    "Sometimes it hurts a bit the first time."

    "I don't mind. But I want it to be you."

    "You won't tell anyone? Not your friends, not any of them?"

    "No one," she promised, her head lifting. "It will be our secret.
    Just ours. But you will have to help me."

    "Do you trust me?"

    "Yes."

    "Absolutely, completely, without doubt?"

    "Yes. Yes I do."

    "You'll do as I say?"

    "Yes. I'll do as you say."

    "Even if I say things, ask things, do things you may not have
    thought of?"

    "Even then."

    "Let me hear you say what you want, Meghna. I must hear you say
    it."

    She hesitated for a second and then, her heart thumping, took the
    step. "I want you to sleep with me, Alex. That's what I want."

    He shook his head and smiled. "No, Meghna."

    "What?" Meghna looked puzzled.

    "Not 'sleep with' or 'know' or 'take' or 'be with' or anything
    delicate like that."

    "What then?"

    "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Use the word. Fuck."

    She looked at him and for a moment he thought she would turn away.
    Then a slow, sexy grin split her face and her eyes glittered with
    excitement and he knew he had done the right thing after all. She
    understood perfectly the implications of what he meant.

    "Yes," she breathed. "That's what I want. I want you to fuck me.
    Here. Now. I want to be fucked. By you. Again and again. I -- I --
    I want your cock in my cunt!"

    Alex stared at her incredulously for a moment and then shook with
    silent laughter. She smiled with him.

    "What's so funny?"

    "Nothing. Everything. This. You and me, and all this. One minute
    you're a schoolkid and the next you're using words like a two-bit
    whore!"

    Meghna cuffed his face, grinning at him. He laughed and pulled her
    closer and they stumbled into the shadows behind the locker-room.
    There was a small, grassy tuft there and they fell on it, with her
    body over his.

    "Come on, bitch," he chuckled. "Tell me what you want -- whore!"

    "Say that again," she said softly. "Call me that again. It's
    sexy!"

    "I know. I can see it turns you on. Whore! Bitch! Slut! Tell me
    what you want again!"

    "I want your cock," she said softly. "I want your cock. I want to
    be fucked."

    "Where?"

    "What?"

    "Where do you want my cock, bitch? In your mouth or your cunt?"

    "In -- in -- both. Wherever it's best."

    "Where?" He rolled her over and straddled her on his knees,
    holding her wrists in his arms, pinning her to the ground.

    "In -- in my mouth -- and in my cunt --"

    "Ever seen a cock before?"

    She shook her head. He grinned.

    "Okay, here you go then!"

    Meghna would never forget that wonderful, magical night when a man
    fucked her for the first time in her life. Alex's cock was the
    most beautiful thing she had seen, better than anything she had
    imagined one to be. He unzipped his trousers and made her hold it
    and jerk it and it grew hot and hard in her fingers and he had
    what she knew was called an erection. When she told him that, he
    laughed and told her that most whores usually just called it a
    hard-on and since she was now his whore, she should call it that,
    too. Meghna did.

    Then, on the grassy tuft behind the locker-rooms, Alex fucked her.
    Slowly and gently, he caressed her, stripping off her T-shirt and
    jeans and underclothes till she lay naked under him. Then he
    caressed her again and his hands were gentle and tender and her
    body trembled and quivered at his touch. Her breasts swelled and
    grew hard and he kissed her and then bent his head to her breasts
    and sucked on them and made her gasp and moan and arch as the hot
    flames of lust leaped through her body.

    Alex aroused her slowly and unhurriedly, fondling and caressing
    and kissing and licking her body from head to toe. When he moved
    to her cunt, instinct guided her and her legs opened wide for his
    tongue. That first tongue-fuck almost made her pass out with
    ecstasy. Deftly moving his tongue and fingers in her slit, he
    brought her to the brink of an orgasm and abruptly abandoned her.
    Meghna was panting with lust like a bitch in heat when he stopped.
    She moaned and begged him to go on. He chuckled and said it was
    her turn.

    "Suck my cock, bitch," he grunted softly. "Go on! Suck my cock!"

    The words burned in her ears and aroused her even more. He stood
    up and she knelt before him and again, for the first time, took a
    penis in her mouth.

    It was wonderful, better than anything she had imagined it to be.
    His cock was hot and hard and the musky smell and taste of it made
    her dizzy. Gently guiding her, he showed her how to jerk his cock,
    to use her tongue and lips and teeth. Pre-cum gunk spurted into
    her mouth. She gagged, and he forced her to swallow it and Meghna
    discovered the pleasures of drinking jizz. He fucked her face
    slowly, murmuring his approval, rocking her head back and forth
    with one hand till he was ready. Then he pushed her head away and
    they went down on the grass together and Alex moved over her,
    between her thighs, moving his cock-head to her cunt-lips. Meghna
    thirsted and ached for it inside her. Instinctively, her fingers
    held it.

    "Fuck me!" She gasped in his ear. "Fuck me Alex! Fuck my cunt!"

    His buttocks flexed and his cock squeezed slowly into her flesh.
    Meghna gasped and cried out and her body snapped in a bow under
    his. She would never forget that first extraordinary, erotic,
    tingling sensation as his hard, hot, throbbing penis tunnelled
    into her cunt, squeezing her inflamed clitoris and generating all
    kinds of wonderful feelings in her flesh.

    "Meghna. Are you done?"

    Meghna's head whipped around. The math teacher stood over her,
    looking down. She flashed a smile. Last evening, this man had been
    a rutting stallion, fucking her cunt demonically, pounding his
    penis into her flesh repeatedly, fucking her for over her an hour
    till he was sated. Meghna rubbed her legs provocatively together.
    He noticed and she grinned at the sudden intake of his breath.
    Holding his eyes, smiling saucily, she ran her pointed tongue-tip
    over her upper lip. Golwalkar frowned and looked over his shoulder
    to see if anyone was watching. His eyes darted back to her and she
    flicked her tongue erotically over the end of the pen, as though
    it were a penis. Slowly, she arched her back, almost casually,
    thrusting her large breasts up and out. The teacher stared. She
    stretched and pretended a yawn and looked at her watch.

    "Five minutes, sir, Mr. Golwalkar," she murmured. "That's all I
    need."

    "Meghna!" His voice was slightly hoarse. He didn't miss the
    innuendo.

    "Yes, sir?" She looked up, all innocence.

    "Hurry up," he muttered. "Finish it. I'll be up all night
    correcting these."

    He turned and stalked away and Meghna smiled to herself, her eyes
    dancing with mischief. Oh yes, sir, you will be up all night, or
    most of it anyway, but not correcting these. Not if I have
    anything to do about it, she said to herself. She bent her head
    and finished her work.

    A few minutes later, just as she was done, the bell rang. The
    other students slammed their books shut and scrambled out, handing
    their work to Golwalkar as they left. Meghna waited till the room
    emptied. Slowly, she got up, collected her books and walked up to
    him.

    "Here you are," she murmured. "Thanks." She handed him her work
    and started out.

    "Meghna."

    She stopped and turned, hiding a smile. Golwalkar wanted to fuck
    her.

    "Yes, sir?" Again, she wore an expression of angelic innocence.

    "Don't 'yes, sir' me like that, you impudent imp!" He snapped.

    "Then how should I do it, sir?" She walked up to him quickly and,
    dumping her books on his desk, standing very close, squeezed his
    penis through his trousers. "Like this?"

    His penis responded immediately and she didn't take her hand away
    and he didn't move. She smiled and squeezed it affectionately
    again. It was a long, thick cock, and he used it well. He was in
    his late forties, slim and trim, with dark, heavy features,
    clean-shaven. His body, she knew, was lean and hard, the torso
    covered in a mat of fine, soft hair. Her fingers crawled up and
    she pulled down the zipper of his fly and slid her hand into his
    trousers and under his shorts to squeeze his penis.

    He gasped, his eyes glittering with excitement. "You'll get us
    into trouble!"

    "Maybe. Maybe not. Adventure is the spice of life."

    "You're mad!"

    "I agree. Especially about your cock. I want to suck it. And then
    you're going to fuck me."

    "No! Not here!"

    "Yes! Here! Right here."

    She fell to her knees and deftly undid his trousers. They puddled
    at his feet. Pulling out his cock, began to suck it quickly. It
    ballooned in her mouth, growing hot and hard. Golwalkar groaned
    and gasped as she jerked and sucked his penis hard. Her tongue was
    cunning and clever and he couldn't help himself. He gave in and
    began to fuck her mouth with jerky motions of his hips. She looked
    up and smiled knowingly as she licked his gorged cock-head. His
    penis swelled and grew harder and hotter in her fingers and mouth
    and she sucked it hungrily, her head rocking rapidly back and
    forth between his legs. Her fingers and lips grew sticky with his
    jizz. His cock throbbed ominously in her mouth. He groaned loudly.

    "Ohhhh uhhh yes -- suck it -- yes -- suck my cock, Meghna -- ohhh
    yes!"

    "Wanna cum in my mouth? You know I like that. Then you can lick my
    slit. I don't mind."

    The math teacher groaned, torn with indecision.

    "Hurry up, it won't be long now," she warned. "My friend here's
    about to blow his top."

    Golwalkar decided. He pushed her head away. Meghna smiled
    knowingly and stood up.

    "Somehow I knew you'd want that," she murmured and, rising on her
    toes, kissed him wantonly, arching her tongue into his mouth, her
    fingers still jerking his cock. "Come on, now, stuff my slit with
    your fat cock, sir!"

    Meghna hopped up on the desk and, shucking off her panties, lay on
    her back, opening her legs and lifting her tunic high over her
    hips. Unbuttoning the tunic, she lifted her bra over her breasts
    and squeezed them with one hand, opening her cunt-lips with the
    other.

    "Come on, sir, fuck my cunt!" She murmured, smiling lasciviously.
    "My slit's all wet for you!"

    With a groan, the math teacher moved between her legs and, bending
    over his fifteen-year old pupil, quickly squeezed his eight-inch
    long cock into her cunt. She moaned softly and arched, her hands
    under her swollen breasts.

    "Mmm -- yes -- that feels so good, sir -- come on -- fuck me! Fuck
    me hard!"

    His trousers puddled at his ankles, still in his shirt and tie
    with just the bottom three buttons of his shirt open, Meghna's
    math teacher began fucking her cunt quickly. Bent over her, his
    hands on the desk, his head arched back, his mouth open in a wide
    O, he rocked his hips rapidly back and forth, thrusting his penis
    greedily in and out of her cunt. Meghna moaned and gasped softly,
    smiling with pleasure, goading him with obscene love-calls.

    "Yes -- that's nice -- ohhhhh yes, sir, yes -- fuck me, sir --
    fuck my cunt -- Ohhh yes -- fuck it harder, sir -- harder -- ram
    it in, sir -- ram it all into my slit -- Ohhhh yes! Yes! Ohhhh god
    yes!"

    "Ohhhh -- unhhhh Ohhhhhh --. unhhhh OH uhh OHH!" The man gasped.

    Golwalkar's penis glistened with their juices as it plunged and
    pistoned in and out of the fifteen-year old schoolgirl's sodden
    cunt. She gasped and moaned, her body jerking and snapping back
    and forth on the desk, her breasts jiggling and bouncing. She
    squeezed them and her head rolled languorously from side to side
    in evident pleasure. Her hips bucked and heaved under his.

    "Yes -- Ohhhh yes, sir, yes! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me!" She gasped.

    Golwalkar straightened his back and stood upright. He lifted her
    legs high and wide, his hands under her knees, and began slamming
    his cock savagely in and out of her cunt. Meghna cried out, her
    face twisting and contorting, her face jerking from side to side.
    Her math teacher's inflamed penis pounded into her cunt, reaming
    and ramming into her frantically convulsing cunt.

    "Yes! Ohhhh yes! Take it! Take it, bitch, take!" He gasped, his
    head bent, watching the spasms of lust on the teenage schoolgirl's
    face.

    "OHH! OH OH OH OH OH! Oh sir-sir-sir yes Ohhhh god yes!" She
    gasped.

    Her cunt was a tight, hot vortex that contracted and convulsed on
    his penis, sucking him in deeper and deeper. Golwalkar drowned
    himself in it and thrust greedily into her flesh with ragged gasps
    of pleasure. The heat in his loins was unbearable. Their orgasms
    crashed together. Meghna exploded, arching and gasping as the
    lust-heat swamped her, her breath hissing from her throat, her
    cunt heaving up to his and sucking his penis deep and clamping
    down hard on the hard, thick member.

    "OHHHH yes sir yes OHHHH god yes OHH ma uhhh OHHH!" She called.

    "Ohh uhh yes! Oh baby yes take it Ohhhhhh uhhh yes!" Her teacher
    gasped.

    Golwalkar cried out, his face twisting, his cock buried in her
    flesh and, seconds later, came violently. Hot jizz spurted from
    his cock-head into her slit. He groaned, his head flung back, his
    hips twitching at her crotch. Meghna whimpered, writhing
    erotically on the desk, fondling her desk, her face radiant with
    joy as she felt the sharp sting of his spoot in her slit, jet
    after jet of hot jizz spurting into her flesh. Golwalkar emptied
    himself in his student's slit and slowly slid out. He began
    pulling on his trousers. She lay on the desk, panting and
    whimpering, caressing her breasts and cunt dreamily, running her
    fingers through the sticky gunk in her crotch.

    "That was wonderful," she murmured. "Do it again -- fuck my ass."

    "Come on, slut," he chuckled, fastening his belt. "Get out of
    here."

    Meghna rolled off the desk with a moan and steadied herself. Her
    legs were trembling. Slowly, she straightened her tunic and
    underclothes. Her eyes were dazed, and her delectable lips were
    moist. Golwalkar grinned at her.

    "Come to my house after lights-out tonight," he chuckled softly.
    "It's time for your lesson in -- integration." He laughed softly.

    Meghna said nothing. She straightened her clothes and walked out.
    In the hallway, she stopped and leaned against the wall. Her
    breasts were still hot and hard and her cunt seeped and tingled
    with lust and excitement. She pressed her legs together, and
    squeezed her breast slowly. Gradually, she calmed herself and
    recovered. Turning, her head bowed, clutching her books, she
    walked slowly down the silent corridor. There was no one to see
    her small smile of satisfaction.

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    Meghna made it to dinner just as the bell rang. The dining hall
    was full and, for the next hour, the kids ate and talked and
    laughed. The school was liberal in some ways. There was none of
    the old British public-school insistence on rigid, inflexible
    adherence to inhuman rules of conduct at all times and in all
    things, like dining in silence. The children were allowed to dress
    informally and to converse, so long as they didn't fight and shout
    and throw food about.

    The entire faculty dined with them, at a long table at the head of
    the hall. Meghna flicked a quick look at the High Table, as it was
    still called, and smiled to herself. For six months, it wasn't bad
    going. She was bedding nine of the sixteen men at the table. There
    was Alex, the swimming coach, Golwalkar who taught Mathematics,
    Ramchandran, the Physics teacher, Trivedi for Geography, Mehta,
    who taught Chemistry, Rao, the Biology teacher, Dias, the Gym
    instructor, and the Football coach, a Nigerian named Chinua. That
    made eight.

    The headmaster, Martin, was talking to one of the teachers. Meghna
    hid a grin. He was her latest conquest, just last week. In bed,
    his stiff, crusty, crotchety demeanour vanished completely. He
    fucked her hard, very hard, and he went on and on, but it felt
    good. Not surprisingly, he was kinkier than the others: He liked
    watching her masturbate with his switch and wore his heavy
    jackboots throughout the time they were in bed. He insisted she
    wore a black leather garment that he kept hidden in a little
    closet. It was an outrageous thing, a leather corset that ran from
    under her breasts to above her cunt, with black leather
    cross-lacing in front and behind, and garters beneath. Martin
    particularly liked sodomising her in it.

    Of the rest, the English, Music and Art teachers were decrepit old
    spinsters, who didn't count. Two men were geriatric old farts,
    semi-retired, living out their last days in school because they
    had nowhere else to go. To save face, they were called Professors
    Emeritus, and had small offices, but they didn't teach and had no
    effect on her grades. Had they the slightest influence, Meghna
    would have fucked them without hesitation. She knew now how to get
    what she wanted.

    The last two interested her. They were the youngest of the lot,
    and had only recently joined the school. Khan, the History teacher
    was dark, handsome man with piercing eyes. The other was the new
    priest, Father Pinto. The meal ended and everyone rose to their
    feet for the priest to lead them in a short prayer. Her head
    bowed, Meghna looked at him covertly. He was going to be a
    challenge. She vowed to get into his cassock before the term
    ended. The very idea of seducing a man of the cloth was erotic.
    She'd probably have to teach him a thing or two.

    After dinner, the students were allowed an hour's free time in the
    common room. Meghna relaxed, played carrom and checkers, listened
    to music, flipped through some magazines. Then it was time for bed
    and lights-out at nine-thirty sharp. The students filed back to
    their dormitories and rooms. Meghna had a room to herself.

    Soon after her swimming success, Meghna was appointed as captain
    of the girls' soccer team and the gymnastics squad. She had a
    natural aptitude for sports, and no one questioned her
    achievements for she was clearly the most skillful soccer player
    in school and worked hard at gymnastics. That she got the
    captaincy chiefly by fucking Chinua and Dias separately and
    together was irrelevant. She still did so, even after her
    investiture, frequently fucking Chinua on dark evenings between
    the goal-posts and Dias in the gymnasium.

    Meghna's achievements could not be ignored. She was made Head
    Prefect, unusual for someone not in the final year. That entitled
    her to several privileges, one of which was the privacy of her own
    room. She went into it now and locked the door behind her. The
    room was warm and cozy, with a small, soft bed with several
    pillows, books, a compact music-system and her own desk with an
    anglepoise lamp. An electric heater hummed in one corner.

    The room had a little toilet and a small bathroom ensuite. Only
    the Head Prefect had such facilities. The other Prefects had to
    use the common bathrooms and toilets.

    Meghna stripped off her clothes and tossed them into a corner and
    sat at her desk. Leaving the lights on, she pulled back the
    curtains to the large window and looked out over the school
    grounds.

    It was a lovely campus, sprawling over a hundred acres of meadows
    and stream-crossed woodlands, nestling in the foothills of the
    high mountains. There were trekking trails and stables for
    horse-riding and every sports facility. The buildings were low,
    wooden structures, not more than one storey high, with sloping,
    red-tiled roofs. Across the meadow, Meghna could see the spire of
    the chapel and the lights in the professors' cottages and studies.

    A low mist crept up from the plains and crawled across the campus.
    Meghna hugged herself happily. Her work was done, her grades were
    good, she was the brightest star in the school's firmament. And
    she had the teachers where she wanted them. Mostly between her
    legs.

    Meghna leaned back in her chair and propped her feet up on the
    window-sill. Parting her legs, she caressed her naked body gently,
    cupping and squeezing her breasts, fingering her slit which
    rapidly grew moist with excitement. Rummaging in a drawer, she
    selected one of a range of dildoes, gifts from Alex. This one was
    long and slim with a smooth shaft and a narrow, tapering head. She
    sucked and licked the head slowly, letting herself slip into an
    erotic trance and then moved it between her legs and inserted it
    slowly into her slit and began to masturbate.

    That was one of the advantages of having her own room. She could
    do what she liked, when she liked, without having to hide from
    anyone. The first two months after Alex fucked her had been tense.
    He wanted to fuck her every night, and she couldn't refuse. It was
    the only time they could be alone. She was in a dorm then, and
    slipping out was a risky business. Several times, she was foiled
    by a prefect or teacher doing the rounds and had to slide back
    into her bunk. Frustrated, she contrived to get herself a bunk in
    the corner nearest the door, but set in the darkness. Then,
    arranging her pillows and several cushions under the sheets to
    give her bed the appearance of a sleeping form, creeping down the
    darkened hallways, her heart pounding in her chest, tense and
    nervous, she would steal out to keep her assignation with Alex in
    his rooms or down by the pool if the night was warm.

    Her sexual ascent through the ranks of the faculty began when she
    was caught returning from one of her trysts with Alex. It was
    cool, sharp night, and they met in his room and he fucked her
    steadily and relentlessly and repeatedly for over an hour. Meghna
    was delirious when he finally finished. No matter what he did to
    her, she wanted more. He was a virile, powerful, imaginative
    lover, something she'd sensed when he first fucked her that starry
    night behind the swimming pool locker-rooms.

    Even then, though it was her first time, he fucked her repeatedly.
    Meghna could still remember it, how good his cock felt when it
    first surged into her cunt and he began stroking it smoothly and
    effortlessly in and out. She very nearly passed out with the
    pleasure of it. Her body arched and writhed and he kissed her
    tenderly, sucking and licking her swollen breasts till she felt
    like screaming with the intensity of it. She came within minutes,
    moaning and gasping and arching under him. Alex kept moving slowly
    and rhythmically, forcing her to let him continue. Within minutes,
    she was aroused again.

    He smiled knowingly, kissed her, turned her over onto her front on
    her hands and knees and fucked her from behind. The position was
    the subject of her most graphic fantasies. She loved every minute
    of it. He fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, rocking her back and
    forth, pulling her cunt up and down on his pistoning penis and she
    came again and yet again. He began moving faster, gasping and
    groaning, thrusting eagerly and deeply into her and then, with a
    shuddering cry, he jerked out of her cunt. Meghna groaned softly,
    not knowing what to expect next.

    Gently, he turned her on her back and explained, masturbating
    slowly, his chest heaving, that he couldn't risk coming in her
    cunt. She knew enough to understand why. He promised to take her
    to a doctor who could 'fix her up' so that he could come in her
    cunt.

    Meghna felt a twinge of disappointment. She had no idea of what an
    ejaculation meant or felt like and longed for the experience. He
    sensed her confusion.

    "It's all right, girl," he said softly. "There are other ways."

    "What -- what do you mean?"

    He smiled. "I could come in your mouth. On your lovely face and
    tits. Would you like to try?"

    She looked at his cock and nodded slowly. More than anything else,
    she wanted to know what his seed felt like. Then doubt crept in.

    "Can I -- should I -- do I -- swallow it -- your --"

    "My jizz? Yes, you can, if you like. In fact, if you don't mind,
    I'd rather enjoy it if you did. By the way," he grinned, "it's
    called jizz, gunk, spoot, seed, cum. Anything but 'seed' or
    'semen'. Got it?"

    He stood up and pulled her head to his crotch again and fucked her
    mouth slowly, his head bent, watching her, rocking her head back
    and forth with his hands, pumping his hips. His cock was slippery
    and sticky with their juices and it smelled and tasted divine.
    Meghna sucked him languorously, whimpering with pleasure, jerking
    and pumping his cock with growing confidence.

    Alex came in her mouth. Meghna gagged, sputtered, gasped and then,
    her mind leaping with delight at the warm, tangy taste and smell
    of it, sucked it eagerly. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and
    let it spurt down her throat and splash on her breasts and face.

    The very next day, he spirited her off to a clinic in the town not
    far from the school. The doctor was an old school friend of his.
    At first, he refused to do anything. She was far too young for a
    loop, or even to go on the Pill. Alex took him aside and whispered
    in his ear. Meghna didn't hear what he said.

    Finally, the doctor nodded and smiled briefly. He gave her some
    pills and told her how to take them, warning her that if she
    stopped or missed taking them, she could well get pregnant. He
    told her to take them for a few days and see him after that. She
    was not to have sex in that time. Meghna nodded.

    That evening, she felt very worried and nervous and confused and
    sat silently beside him in his beat-up old car as they rattled
    back towards the school. A kilometre away from the gates, he
    pulled off the road onto a little track. She didn't ask where they
    were going, sensing what he wanted. They stopped after a bit and
    he got out and held the door for her. She did as he said and
    followed him down the trail, now little more than a bridle-path.
    It opened out on the crest of a hill overlooking the valley below.
    It was bewitchingly beautiful, but Meghna wasn't looking. She
    turned to him, and his face was sombre. When he spoke, his voice
    was gentle and low.

    "Meghna. Listen to me. I know you're worried and tense and
    uncertain. So am I. I don't know if this is right, any of this,
    whether we should go on or stop. I brought you here to tell you
    this, and also that if you think that we should never meet again,
    I will not say anything. Nothing will change. I'll still coach
    you, you'll go through school, but nothing more. If that's what
    you want. And if it is, I'll throw these away, here and now." He
    showed her the bottle of pills.

    Meghna looked at the pills and then looked up at him. Suddenly,
    with brittle clarity, she knew what she wanted. She stepped
    towards him and without a word, silently and gently, unbuttoned
    and unzipped his trousers and knelt before him. Alex looked down
    and smiled in pleasure and relief. His cock swelled in her mouth
    and fingers.

    He fucked her slowly for half an hour on the grassy knoll, taking
    her deeply and slowly in different positions this time, and again,
    came in her mouth. Meghna moaned her pleasure. They strolled back
    to the car. As they bumped back towards the main road, she turned
    to him.

    "Alex."

    "Yes?"

    "What did you tell the doctor?"

    He looked at her strangely. "Nothing. Why?"

    "Alex. Don't lie. You said something to him. It was about me. What
    was it?"

    He shook his head, refusing to answer.

    "You told him about us, didn't you? You told him to give me the
    pills because of us."

    Alex's face went still and his fingers tensed on the wheel.

    "What else, Alex?" She said very softly. "What else did you say?"

    There was no answer. Meghna sighed and turned her face away.
    "Alex. Listen to me. Just because I'm fifteen, it doesn't mean I'm
    a fool. I saw his expression. I know you told him to give me the
    pills, and that it was because of us. It doesn't matter. What I
    want to know is if you promised him anything. About me."

    Alex's head whipped around, white with shock. She looked at him
    quietly.

    "So you did. You promised him that if he got me on the pill and it
    all worked okay, he could fuck me, too the next time we go there.
    Am I right?"

    "I had to, dammit!" His voice sounded strangled. "There was no
    other way."

    They rode along in a tense silence.

    "Oh god, Meghna. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look, let's just forget --"

    "Shut up, Alex."

    "But --"

    "Please. Shut up. Honestly, you're such a fool. Why did you have
    to say any of that? Don't you see how much it made him think
    poorly of you? Did you think I was stupid enough not to want to
    fuck you ever again? Properly? With your cum in my cunt and all?
    For that, Alex, I would have done anything." She looked at him
    hard. "Anything, you hear? I would have told him myself!"

    Alex almost went off the road. She glared at him angrily.

    "Watch the road, Alex! And don't you ever, ever do something like
    that again! Yes, I'm saying it again. I would have fucked the
    doctor for those pills. I'd have done there and then. I never,
    ever, want to see you being humiliated like this again, is that
    clear? You may be fucking me, but you are my lover now, and I
    won't have you treated like shit."

    "I'm -- I'm sorry -- I really am -- I had no idea --"

    "Of course you didn't, silly," she said, her voice softening. "I'm
    sorry for bawling you out like that. You did what you thought you
    had to. I should be thanking you."

    He looked at her and smiled in relief. "Meghna, you're wonderful."

    She grinned. "Really?"

    "Yes, really."

    "Then, Alex," she said, shuffling closer to him on the seat,
    tonguing his ear, her hand in his crotch. "Pull over. Now. And
    fuck me again. In the back seat. My cunt's on fire again!"

    A week later, the doctor pronounced that she was safe. Meghna
    smiled at him, lying on his examination table with her dress
    pulled up to her waist, her panties off, her knees bent, her cunt
    open for his inspection. He stepped back and smiled at her.

    "Yes, I think you're all right," he said. "You can have sex now."

    She grinned. "Thank you, doctor. You're very kind." She remained
    as she was. "Alex!" Alex came through the partition door.

    "Alex, the doctor says I'm fine. I can fuck now."

    The doctor's jaw dropped. Alex chuckled and clapped him on the
    shoulder.

    "Go on, doc. Take your payment. Fuck her!"

    The doctor stared in disbelief.

    "No," Meghna said quietly and both looked at her. "Not the doctor.
    Not right away. First you, Alex. I want you to cum in my slit.
    Then the doctor can fuck me. When you're done. And I want him to
    stay and watch us."

    Alex was thrilled. He dropped his trousers, and Meghna sucked his
    penis rapidly and then he fucked her hard on the doctor's
    examining table on her back, pounding his cock in and out of her
    cunt till he came, exploding in her flesh. Meghna closed her eyes
    and moaned in genuine pleasure, her face radiant with lust as, for
    the first time, she felt the joyous explosion of a man's seed in
    her cunt-flesh.

    Minutes later, the doctor was taking his turn with her. She sucked
    his penis, too, and he fucked her from behind, standing on the
    floor in his white lab-coat, holding her hips as she stood on the
    floor, bent over the table, her buttocks thrust back at him.
    Holding her hips, he jerked his cock rapidly and hard in and out
    of her cunt, gasping and moaning in joy, while Alex watched. Her
    breasts swung with his thrusts and, groaning, he thrust furiously
    in and out of her cunt while squeezing and crushing her breasts in
    his hands. Meghna orgasmed violently and, seconds later, groaning
    loudly, the doctor plunged his penis into her with a slow, deep,
    skewering thrust and came, his jizz spurting into her cunt,
    already sodden with her juices and Alex's spoot. He slid out of
    her. Meghna turned and thanked him politely. The man simpered.

    "I'd like to see you again when you've begun doing butt-fucks. I
    enjoy that."

    Meghna promised to return so that he could sodomise her.

    After that, Meghna was unstoppable. Alex tutored her gently and
    their sex got better and better. Soon, he taught her to enjoy
    butt-fucks. She was nervous and tense the first time, but he
    salved his cock and anus and took her ass slowly and gently and
    the pain ebbed rapidly and transformed into unbridled, wanton
    lust. From then on, Alex buggered her regularly, and she grew to
    enjoy it. They fucked every night. She kept her promise with the
    doctor, returning one warm afternoon and letting him fuck her
    after she had sucked his cock and then, lying on her back, lifting
    her legs high, invited him to take her ass. The doctor sodomised
    the young girl joyously, gasping and moaning in pleasure. Meghna
    didn't need to fake an orgasm, panting and keening happily on his
    table.

    Soon, she was adept at sneaking away from the dormitory to visit
    Alex. They invited the doctor to join them and Meghna discovered
    the exquisite, indescribable pleasures of having two men fuck her
    simultaneously in her cunt and mouth and, later, in her cunt and
    ass. The only thing better than having a good, thick, hard penis
    in her cunt, she decided, was having another in her ass at the
    same time. Her fear of being caught diminished as she successfully
    evaded detection night after night.

    It was Dias, the gymnastics teacher, who caught her. She was just
    stepping out of the shadows of one of the doorways, when the
    hallway lights flicked on. Meghna whirled in terror, her heart
    almost stopping. Her pulse pounded and she felt a knot of fear in
    her belly. Dias stood at the end of the hallway, glaring at her.

    "Meghna."

    "Sir." She started backing down the hallway and realised to her
    horror that her panties and bra were in her hand. She hadn't put
    them on when she left Alex and the doctor, enjoying the sexy
    feeling of slipping through the night without wearing them. She
    hid her hand behind her back.

    Dias stalked down the corridor towards her.

    "What is that you're hiding, young lady?"

    "Me sir? Nothing. Nothing."

    "Do not lie to me. Show me."

    "No, sir, it's nothing sir."

    "Meghna. That is an order. Show me."

    Slowly, her hand came around to her front. He looked down and took
    them one by one, holding them in forefinger and thumb.

    "Well. I'm sure you have an explanation, young lady."

    She stood there, her head bowed.

    "Well? I'm waiting."

    "I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again."

    "What won't happen again?"

    "Nothing, sir. I'm sorry sir."

    He was very close now, their voices low. "Where did you go?"

    "Nowhere, sir. Nowhere."

    "Another lie."

    "Really sir. Please believe me. I -- I only went to the toilet."

    "Really."

    "Yes sir! It's the truth, sir!"

    "Then would you be so kind as to explain why you were creeping
    down the hall in that suspicious fashion?"

    "Was I?"

    "You most certainly were. The question is, why?"

    "I -- I don't know, sir. I didn't want to make a noise."

    "Hardly likely, young lady. This floor's carpeted, if you hadn't
    noticed."

    She looked down.

    "And what about these -- clothes? Why are they in your hand?"

    "I -- I was feeling hot, sir. I took them off." At least that was
    true.

    "I see." There was a strange glint in his eyes. "Frankly, young
    lady, I don't believe a word."

    Meghna's heart pounded. She was in deep trouble now and she knew
    it.

    "Report to the Headmaster's office tomorrow at eight o'clock."

    She looked up, terrified.

    "Please, sir, don't report me! Please! I'll do anything you ask!
    Just don't report me! Please, sir, I beg you!"

    He looked at her steadily. "Meghna. It's one o'clock in the
    morning. You're not only out of bed after lights, but you're
    creeping down the hall. You're not properly dressed. I think this
    needs an explanation, don't you? And you, of all people. Tsk, tsk.
    I had such hopes."

    A tear trembled on her lash and trickled down her cheek. "Please,
    sir," she sobbed quietly. "Please don't take me to the Headmaster!
    I'll do anything you say, sir, please! Give me any punishment,
    sir!"

    He considered the situation. Here he was, a virile man in his
    late-thirties, the prime of life, some said, standing in a
    deserted hallway at one o'clock in the morning with a lovely young
    girl with enormous sex-appeal who wasn't wearing any underwear.
    The possibilities were endless. After an agonising, interminable
    silence, he nodded slowly.

    "Very well. Since this is your first offense -- or the first one
    that's been detected, anyway, though I suspect you've been at
    whatever you're at for some time -- and since you're quite
    evidently a good student, I won't go to the Head."

    A look of relief crossed her face.

    "Oh thank you sir! Thank you! I promise I won't do it again."

    "That's not good enough. This school is very lenient with the
    students but whatever rules exist, must be obeyed absolutely.
    Transgressions cannot go unpunished. Do you understand?"

    "Oh, yes sir. Yes. I'll do whatever you say."

    She kept saying that, making him think of ever more erotic
    possibilities.

    "You'll take your punishment now."

    "Yes, sir." She bowed her head meekly.

    "In the master's study. Now."

    Each of the students' residential buildings had a housemaster, one
    of the teachers who looked after the maintenance and discipline of
    the house. Dias was her housemaster. Although he didn't live in
    the building itself, he had a small study in the far corner on
    this floor.

    Dias turned and strode down the corridor. His breathing was heavy
    and he could feel his pulse quickening with excitement. He hadn't
    the least doubt that the girl had been out for an assignation.
    Probably one of the groundsmen or boys from the senior class. It
    happened all the time when the kids were at a certain age and
    filled with hormones. But he'd never caught one red-handed, not in
    this irresistible state anyway. He entered the study, and she came
    in behind him, looking nervous, but no longer terrified.

    "Lock the door, please. And come here."

    Meghna looked surprised, but did as she was told.

    She looked at him and finally saw the glitter in his eyes. He
    could not hide it any longer. She felt a rush of relief and
    excitement. She knew what he wanted, what he was after. She could
    handle it. If she gave him a good time, she would be safe. Safe
    enough to go out with impunity now, so long as he was the master
    and got his share of the action. Fair enough. She shrugged to
    herself, and looked at him again, studying him as a lover for the
    first time.

    Dias was a swarthy, tall, superbly built man. A fine athlete and
    gymnast, he had a sculpted, V-shaped body with broad shoulders
    that swept to high hips and a narrow waist. His arms and legs were
    long and thick with musculature and his chest was deep and his
    belly flat. His buttocks were taut and firm. His features were
    coarse, with a thick, but straight nose, a slim mouth, deep eyes
    and a hard, rocky jaw. He was clean-shaven and his hair was dark
    and thick. Quite sexy in his own way, Meghna decided. She noticed
    the interesting bulge between his thighs. Definitely fuckable.

    The room was small, but tidy, with a potted plant on one side, a
    large desk set at an angle with a deep, comfortable leather swivel
    chair behind it. A small bookrack held his sports magazines and
    some books. The desk was neat and clean with only a blotter on it.
    An anglepoise lamp occupied one corner of the desk. Across it,
    there were two chairs for visitors, and, against the far wall, a
    small couch and two armchairs grouped around a low, glass-topped
    coffee-table.

    Meghna stepped forward, keeping her head bowed, fingering the top
    button of her tunic. It was well-cut, smart, grey uniform with
    five buttons down the front and a green slash at the waist. It
    hung to her knees. Discreetly, she popped the top button, then the
    next. Dias saw her do it and sucked in his breath softly. He could
    see the swell of her breasts and the shadow of her deep cleavage.

    "Bend over that chair," he said quietly, nodding to a chair across
    the desk.

    She leaned over the backrest of the chair, and as she did so, the
    lapels of her tunic swung low. Dias was on the other side of her
    desk and he saw her naked breasts dangling succulent and tempting.
    Her delectable butt was thrust back. His erection strained at his
    trousers, and he longed to plunge his cock into the teenage girl's
    flesh. Steadying himself, he picked up a jockey-whip from the desk
    and came around beside her. Meghna closed her eyes and tensed,
    biting her lower lip, waiting for the stinging blow.

    It never came. Instead, the whip rested gently on her hip, then
    slid slowly downward, over the curve of her buttock. Reaching the
    hem of her dress, it slipped below and began to rise again,
    lifting her tunic. Meghna stifled a smile of victory. She was
    right. He wanted to fuck her.

    He lifted the dress higher till her buttocks were exposed to his
    view. She heard him suck in his breath. The whip caressed her
    smooth buttocks gently. Her hips trembled and, involuntarily, she
    moved her legs apart. Dias' gasped  audibly. He could see the dark
    puckered flesh of her anus and, beneath it, the soft, moist
    cunt-lips, rimmed by a thin fuzz of dark pubic hair.

    She was irresistible. He dropped the whip and his hands slid down
    her buttocks and thighs, caressing them sensuously. There was
    complete silence. He was standing by her side as she bent over and
    his groin pressed against her arm. She realised that he had a
    massive erection. She was about to move, to fling herself to her
    knees and take his cock in her mouth when, sensing the tension in
    her body and muscles and fearing that she might turn and run or
    fight with him and raise a racket, Dias stopped her, squeezing her
    buttocks and hips hard.

    "Don't move!" He snarled. "You are forbidden to move! You are
    under punishment!"

    Meghna froze in position, bent over, his hands on her buttocks. He
    moved behind her.

    "You are to be punished," he repeated. "Do not move. Not a sound,
    do you hear?"

    Meghna nodded, biting her lower lip and trembling with excitement.
    This was very sexy. His hands left her buttocks briefly. She felt
    movement behind her; heard the soft krrik of his fly coming down,
    the sighing sussurus of his trousers slipping down his legs, the
    snap of his underwear being rolled off, and realised that his
    penis was out in the open now. She longed to touch it, stroke it,
    jerk it, kiss it, lick it, suck it. Her body ached and went tense.

    His hands returned to her buttocks and he felt the tension in her
    and mistook it for anxiety. His caresses grew gentler and more
    erotic. Meghna bit her lower lip, her head tilted back, her eyes
    closed, her nostrils flared. She was dying to moan her joy. He
    moistened four fingers with his tongue and slid them into the dark
    cleft between her buttocks, touched her anus where Alex's cock --
    and the doctor's -- had been shortly before. Meghna struggled to
    keep still. His fingers rippled lower and brushed against her
    cunt-lips. They were already wet and still sticky with jizz.

    He froze and she tensed, suddenly frightened again. He chuckled
    softly and his fingers pried open her cunt-lips gently and
    wriggled in her wet cunt-flesh.

    "As I thought," he murmured. "You have been with someone.
    Correct?"

    Meghna nodded slowly, once, biting her lower lip, her pulse
    racing, holding her breath.

    "Who was it? One of the groundsmen? A fellow student?"

    Meghna shook her head, refusing to answer.

    "Never mind," he said softly. "When you have been punished
    properly, you will tell me of your own accord."

    Meghna sensed him kneeling behind her. He kissed her hip, then her
    buttocks and his lips and tongue followed the smooth curve of her
    buttocks, down to her thighs and up again. His hands slid up her
    flanks, lifting her tunic higher and higher, till it was just
    under her breasts. Her body trembled and quivered with tension but
    now there was no mistaking it. He understood it for what it was.

    "Move to the desk," he commanded. "And spread your legs. As far as
    you can. More. Yes. Good. Now hold still. And not a word."

    Meghna took the one step forward to the desk and bent over it on
    her forearms, shuffling her legs far apart. Her buttocks lobed
    open and her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Gently teasing her buttocks
    further open, Dias pushed his face between them.

    Meghna's head whipped up, her long neck craned. Biting her lower
    lip, her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers clenching the sides of
    the desk, her face contorted, she forced herself to keep still.
    Her cunt was ablaze with lust. His tongue rippled into her crack,
    found her anus and swirled slowly over the puckered flesh.
    Meghna's gasp was sharp and thick, unmistakably one of pleasure,
    and she relaxed and yielded and his tongue-tip pressed to her
    anus.

    It continued its erotic argosy, questing for her fleece. Meghna's
    hips quivered and her naked legs trembled when his tongue-tip
    found her cunt at last. It was open, and dripping with juice. He
    pulled back her cunt-lips with his fingers and his tongue arched
    up into her slit. Meghna's head arched and her mouth snapped open
    in a low, trembling moan of the purest pleasure.

    "OHHHHHH uhhh OHMA uhhhh OHHHH!"

    Excited by her call, Dias pushed his tongue deeper into her crack.
    Meghna's hips writhed and swayed erotically. Dias' hands slid up
    her body to her breasts. They were swollen and turgid, the nipples
    quivering stiffly. She moaned again as he fondled them gently,
    with the lightest, most erotic caress, flicking her nipples with
    his hard fingernails, rolling his rough-skinned open palms
    sensuously under the pendulant mounds

    Dias tongue-fucked the fifteen-year old till she was on the brink
    of a violent orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and hoarse and she
    moaned softly and incessantly, barely stifling her cries.

    "OHH!" She gasped. "Oh ma uhhh OHHHH uhhh OHHHHH!"

    On and on he went, utterly relentless, devouring her flesh with
    his tongue, till she was teetering on the brink of a violent
    orgasm. Abruptly, he paused and got to his feet behind her. Meghna
    whimpered, her hips writhing erotically. Dias grinned. His penis
    was swollen with excitement. He masturbated rapidly for a few
    seconds and then moved forward. Meghna tensed as she felt the heat
    of his flesh behind her. His penis seemed to be long and thick and
    hard. It pressed between her buttocks; the head touched her anus.
    She tensed, then heard his dry chuckle as he moved his penis
    lower, to her cunt-lips. His cock was evidently large. He paused.
    She couldn't help herself. She thrust a hand between her legs and
    clawed her cunt-lips open for him. Dias grinned and chuckled
    softly. His guess was correct. She was no innocent virgin. He
    guided his cock to her slit and, flexing his buttocks slowly,
    squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. Meghna's head arched and her
    mouth snapped open and she gasped.

    "OHHHHHHhhhhhh!"

    Dias chuckled softly and, holding her hips, flexed his buttocks
    taut and swung his hips smoothly forward. His penis surged into
    her flesh. It was big, over eight inches long and correspondingly
    thick, and it went in deeper and deeper, crushing her clitoris in
    its passage, mashing her cunt-flesh. Her cunt spasmed and
    convulsed frantically on his penis and he arched his head with a
    look of blissful relief. Her cunt was hot and tight and wet and it
    contracted on his penis with a desperate, avid hunger.

    Dias started fucking her quickly and smoothly. Holding her hips,
    he ran his cock-sword in and out of her cunt-scabbard. His hips
    rocked rapidly back and forth, and he jerked her body back and
    forth, running her cunt up and down on his shaft. Moistening his
    fingers with his tongue, he cupped her breasts again. They were
    large and succulent and filled his hands. He squeezed them gently,
    kneading the turgid flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples.
    Meghna's body lurched and jerked across the desk. Her head was
    arched and she gasped and panted thickly, in a soft, lust-laden
    voice. His thighs slapped softly against her buttocks and his
    balls pressed against her cunt-lips with each rhythmic thrust.

    "Oh uh Ohh uhh OHHHHH uhh Oh ma uhh OHHHH!" The girl moaned
    deliriously. "Oh ma uhhh OHHH uhhh OHHHH!"

    "Now," he grunted, slowing his motions. "Tell me. You have done
    this before?"

    Gasping and whimpering, Meghna nodded slightly.

    "For how long have you been fucking? Answer."

    "Ohhh uhh sir -- uhhh Ohhhh -- Four -- five weeks."

    "Who with?"

    She shook her head. Abruptly, he pulled his cock out and rammed it
    in hard, clamping a hand over her face to muffle her shocked
    scream.

    "There will be more of that if you do not answer, Meghna. Who
    with?"

    "Uh -- Uh -- Alex, sir. Alex."

    "Ah. Alex. Good old Alex." Dias resumed his gentle, rhythmic
    fucking. "Meghna."

    "Ohhh uhhh ohh ma uhhh OHHH ma --"

    "You will answer me in the approved fashion!" Again he rammed hard
    into her cunt, muffling her cry.

    "OHHHHH yes! Yes! Sir, yes!"

    "That's better. You are a naughty girl."

    "Yes -- ohhhh uhhh yes, sir -- yes. I'm UHHHH sorry uhhh oh ma
    uhhh ohh uhhh OHHH, sir!"

    "You will have to be punished severely."

    "Yes! Ohhh yes ohhh god yes, sir, yes!"

    "I am happy to note that you accept your transgression and the
    punishment."

    "Yes -- ohh god yes -- oh god, sir, oh god yes!"

    "I will administer the punishment personally. For the rest of the
    week. Daily."

    "Yes -- uhhh Ohhhh yes -- ohhh uhhh yes, sir."

    "You understand that this is for your good?"

    "Yes -- ohhh yes -- ohhh ma uhh oh ma yes!"

    "And you will not speak of it to anyone, do you understand?"

    "Yes -- yes sir, yes!"

    "You may tell Alex, however, if you wish. No, I insist you tell
    him."

    "Yes, sir -- ohhh -- I will, sir -- yes!"

    "Good." Dias continued fucking her steadily.

    Meghna rocked and jerked under him, her pleasure intense and
    growing.

    "Sir -- Please, sir -- please?"

    "Yes. What is it?"

    "Sir, please, sir --k me hard, sir! I want it hard, sir, like
    you did just then! OHHH yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- that's it! Again,
    sir, again! OHHHhhh -- Once more! AhhhhHHHh hunhh Ahhh -- Now, sir
    -- quickly and hard sir please Ohhh god oh god oh ma ohhh Unhhh
    Ohhh unhh Oh unnhhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH
    uh OHH uh OHH uh OHHHHH!"

    Overwhelmed, Dias ram-fucked her cunt furiously, slamming his cock
    into her cunt. Meghna orgasmed violently. Her cunt spasmed
    fiercely on his penis and he gasped and ground into her hard,
    thrusting in greedily again and again, his hands on her hips,
    jerking her cunt down onto his rampant penis. He hammered his hips
    at her buttocks violently for a minute, and then, gasping, jerked
    out of her and came hard, spurting hot, sticky gunk over her back
    and in the cleft between her buttocks. Groaning, he squeezed his
    cock into her cunt again briefly and squirmed his hips against
    her. Meghna groaned, her head bowed, her chest heaving.

    Slowly, Dias eased his cock out of her cunt and stepped back. She
    remained bent over the table, panting and whimpering, her body
    trembling. At last, she straightened, tottering unsteadily on her
    feet and turned around. He was zipping his fly, belting his
    trousers. He grinned at her. Meghna smiled weakly and straightened
    her tunic, her eyes dazed.

    "I hope you've learned your lesson," he said with feigned
    severity.

    "Yes, sir," she murmured, lowering her eyes.

    "And what is it you have learned?"

    "To -- to obey my teachers, sir. To follow the rules."

    "Good. But do you know all the rules?"

    "No, sir. Not all."

    "Then you might break another rule, even unwittingly, isn't that
    right?"

    "Sir, yes, sir. It might happen."

    "We don't want that, now, do we?"

    She shook her head. "No. No, sir. I want to be a good student."

    "That's good." He smiled and patted her head indulgently. "I will
    teach you the rules, Meghna. All the rules."

    "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Meghna hid a grin of delight. "That
    would be very nice."

    "Very well. Come back here tomorrow night."

    "After lights, sir?" She asked cheekily.

    He looked at her hard and she raised her head and looked at him
    with utter innocence .

    "Yes," he said slowly. "After lights."

    "Thank you, sir. You're very kind to me, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She
    smiled.

    Dias felt his pulse quicken. She was extraordinarily attractive.
    He nodded and waved his hand in dismissal. "Very well. You may go
    now."

    "Thank you, sir."

    Meghna stepped forward as though to pass him and stopped, right in
    front of him.

    "Yes?" He looked at her curiously.

    "Sir?"

    "Yes, what is it?"

    Suddenly he gasped. She squeezed his penis through his trousers
    and smiled wantonly up at him.

    "Your cock's wonderful, sir. I loved it when you fucked me just
    now. Every minute. Would you let me suck your cock, sir? Just
    once, tonight? To show you how sorry I really am? You can even
    come in my mouth, sir, if you like."

    He stared at her speechless, and she took it to mean assent.
    Smiling happily, she knelt before him and deftly undid his
    trousers and fly again. Pulling his cock out of his jock-strap,
    she moaned softly, kissing the thick cock-head, jerking it in her
    fist. It swelled rapidly at her touch and her tongue snaked out
    and coiled languidly around the cock-head. Then she opened her
    mouth and took his penis between her lips and began sucking it.
    Dias groaned and fucked her face incredulously, his hips jerking
    back and forth, her head bobbing between his legs. It felt
    wonderful, for her mouth was a warm, moist grotto and her tongue
    had an electric cunning that was truly unusual. Meghna sucked his
    cock for several minutes and then he came again and she opened her
    mouth lasciviously, smiling wantonly up at him as he saw his jizz
    spurt into her mouth and splash on her face. When it was done, she
    took him in her mouth again and licked his cock. Finally, she
    rose, licking her lips, wiping the gunk off her face with her
    fingers and lapping it, her eyes never leaving his face. Rising on
    her toes, she kissed him gently on the lips.

    Dias was in a state of excitement all through the next day. As
    night fell, his agitation grew. He pottered about distractedly,
    waiting for her. Lights-out was called and the dormitory fell into
    darkness. Time crawled. Half-an-hour, forty-five minutes. Dias was
    in deep rut. He strode out of his study, did the rounds of the
    dorms and finally came to hers. It was dark inside. A small
    nightlamp in the far corner provided just enough illumination to
    navigate the room.

    There were six bunks in the room, arranged in pairs, one above the
    other. One pair was in front of him along the left wall, another
    along the right. The third was along the front wall, to the right
    of the door, at a convenient distance from the nightlamp and so in
    deeper shadows than the rest. Dias knew from his charts that
    Meghna had the lower berth. The room was completely quiet. He
    stepped cautiously towards her bunk. The sheets were drawn up and
    there appeared to be a form under them. Gently, he lifted the
    sheets.

    Meghna was fast asleep. Dias looked at her, his head bowed. She
    looked lovely, her pretty face serene and calm, her breathing
    steady and regular. He drew back the covers and stifled a gasp of
    surprise. She was completely naked. He looked at her breasts
    hungrily, the high, fleshy, full, swollen mounds rising and
    falling evenly, the nipples stubby in their dainty aureoles. He
    pulled the covers further back. Her belly was bare, too, and
    beneath, he saw the tempting shadow between her thighs. She didn't
    stir.

    Dias quelled his disappointment and drew the covers over her
    again. He couldn't force her out of bed. He sighed and was about
    to turn away when she moved, and he froze.

    Meghna's hand slipped out from under the covers and slid up his
    thigh to his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his trousers
    and then, deftly, with one hand, she slid down his fly-zipper
    without a sound and slipped her hand into his crotch and around
    his penis. Dias froze in surprise. The shape in the bed moved and
    before he could say or do anything, she tossed off the sheets,
    swung her feet off the bed and, sitting at its edge, took his
    penis in her mouth and started sucking it rapidly. Her head rocked
    back and forth before him and she pumped his penis in her fist.

    "Meghna!" He gasped, but his cock betrayed him, growing hot and
    hard.

    She looked up in annoyance, a finger to her lips. "Ssh! Quiet!"

    Their roles were reversed and now it was he who obeyed. She
    grinned and began sucking him lasciviously, looking up at him with
    a smile as he ran her tongue around his glistening, bulging
    cock-head. Dipping her head, she sucked on his low, heavy balls
    and then took his penis deep in her mouth again and sucked it
    hard, her head rocking rapidly back and forth.

    Dias expected that she would want him to come in her mouth and she
    surprised him yet again when she stopped and, pulling open his
    trousers, pulled his head down and kissed him eagerly. He bent
    over and returned the kiss, his tongue flickering in her mouth.

    "Not here!" He hissed. "For heavens' sake, not here!"

    She jerked his cock and he groaned. "Yes, sir, here. Right here.
    Right now. My cunt is on fire and it won't wait. Take off your
    clothes and fuck me here!"

    Meghna pulled him down into her bunk, tearing off his clothes and,
    within seconds, his cock was buried in her flesh and he was
    fucking her rapidly, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock
    plunging in and out of her cunt.

    She arched and jerked and lurched under him, kissing him
    feverishly, her hips bucking and heaving under his, kissing him,
    biting his shoulders, tonguing his ear erotically.

    "Come inside me," she hissed in his ear. "I want your cum in my
    slit!"

    He stared at her in surprise, slowing his movements, and she
    giggled and licked his nipple. His body was smooth, his torso
    hairless and sexy.

    "Don't worry, sir, I'm safe. I'm on the pill."

    Dias groaned and kissed her deeply and began to fuck her
    furiously, his buttocks plummeting up and down demonically.
    Meghna's head arched and her mouth opened in a soundless cry. Her
    fingers scrabbled at his smooth, strong back and her legs wrapped
    taut about his thighs. Her body jerked and snapped and whipped
    back and forth and up and down under his. Her breasts were hot and
    swollen under his. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his penis. He
    bent his head and sucked her breasts, nibbling on her nipples and
    her body twisted and writhed and thrashed joyfully beneath his,
    her head whipping from side to side.

    "Sir! Sir! Come on sir, come on! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, sir, yes!
    Ohh yes, sir, yes!"

    "Yes -- take it! Oh fuck yes -- take it -- c'mon take it!" The
    teacher gasped.

    She came and he gasped at the heat of her orgasm as her cunt bit
    down hot and hard on his penis. He thrust his cock into her hard,
    ramming it in as deep as it would go. Meghna bit her lower lip and
    arched under him, clenching his buttocks and pulling him deeper
    into her. Dias lost control. The breath hissed from his throat and
    his hips rocked in a frenzy, hammering violently at hers, burying
    his cock in her cunt, quivering and throbbing, his hips twitching
    at her crotch. He came explosively inside her and her face glowed
    with joy as the hot spoot flooded her sodden slit.

    A few minutes later, Dias left her dorm. He went to the toilet to
    wash and returned to his study. Meghna was already there. She sat
    naked behind his desk on his swivel chair, her body bathed in the
    soft amber glow from the anglepoise desklamp. Dias stopped in his
    tracks. Meghna put her feet on the desk and, spreading her legs
    wide, leaning back in her chair, reached down and pulled her
    cunt-lips open for him.

    "Come on, sir," she said huskily. "Come and lick my slit. Then I
    want your cock in my ass."

    The girl was irresistible. Dias rushed forward with a strangled
    cry, ripping off his clothes. Meghna giggled and, as he came
    towards, lifted one leg off the desk and then replaced it, with
    him now between her thighs. He fell to his knees and thrust his
    face into her cunt with a moan. Meghna murmured and smiled softly.
    His tongue felt good in her slit. She smiled down at him,
    caressing his handsome face and moving his head round and round in
    her crotch.

    "Mmm -- yes -- that's nice -- yes -- tongue-fuck me, sir -- yes --
    Ohhh that feels lovely!"

    Her cunt tasted heavenly, tangy and very wet. Dias lapped at her
    juices. Meghna moaned softly and arched her face, her lips parted,
    her nostrils flared. Her buttocks and hips twitched and her body
    jerked up and down, making her breasts bounce gently. She slid her
    hands under her breasts and lifted them and squeezed them. She
    rolled her palms sensuously over her stiff nipples and tweaked
    them in her fingers. Her lips parted and her tongue described an
    erotic, languid arc over her upper lip, her face turned to one
    side.

    "Ohhhh yes, sir, yes -- Ohhhhhh god Mr. Dias sir yes -- shove your
    tongue in, sir Ohhh god oh god oh god yes!"

    He found her gorged clit and sucked on it. Meghna gasped, her head
    arching steeply. The lust in her loins grew and spread, and she
    forced her legs still wider and clenched his head to her cunt, her
    hands squeezing her breasts in an erotic frenzy. Dias' tongue
    swirled through her cunt-flesh, probing and flickering like liquid
    lightning, driving her to paroxysms of delight. Excited by her
    response, the gym instructor plied her cunt with his tongue till
    she came. Meghna moaned and cried out, her back arching, her
    breasts hot and hard in her hands, her head arched back, her hips
    writhing uncontrollably under his face.

    Dias got to his feet with a smile and, moaning, taking her feet
    off the desk, Meghna slipped off the chair to her knees and began
    sucking his penis. It was already hard and hot and she sucked it
    slowly, moaning deep in her throat, lasciviously working the
    cock-head with her tongue. Dias smiled and grunted in pleasure,
    rocking her head back and forth, pumping his hips at her face. She
    pumped his cock in her fist, licked his balls, sucked his penis
    again and, holding his hips now, began to do it rapidly and
    hungrily as her lust mounted again. Dias gasped, his hard belly
    rippling with tension. Meghna thrust a hand into her crotch and
    began masturbating.

    They fucked on his desk. Dias lay on his back across its length.
    Meghna continued sucking him for a while and then, moaning, moved
    up, straddling his hips in a low squat, her feet on the desk on
    either side of his hips, his penis in her hands, between her
    thighs. She lowered her hips, holding his penis, and he gasped as
    her cunt-lips slipped around his bulging cock-head. She grinned
    down at him, pausing in that deep, strenuous position apparently
    without effort, one hand on his shaft, the other on his hard
    belly, her body leaning forward slightly.

    "Feels good, doesn't it?" She grinned.

    He gasped in response, his hands hot on her breasts.

    "Watch this," she smiled.

    Putting her hands on her hips, taking her weight on her heels, she
    swung her hips in a slow, wide, circle. Her cunt swirled around
    his cock-head, making him gasp as it convulsed delightfully on his
    penis. Again her hips rolled and yet again and then she began
    rolling them round and round faster and faster, churning her cunt
    with his cock. Her lips parted and her nostrils flared and her
    breathing was sharp with excitement.

    "Oh ma uhhh OHHH yes Oh fuck yes!" She cried.

    Her breasts wobbled with her motions and he squeezed them, awed by
    her prowess. With a shuddering moan of relief, flinging her head
    back, Meghna swung her hips once more and this time, it was a
    descending spiral so that with one single twirl, her cunt
    swallowed his cock fully. Dias gasped and arched under her,
    thrusting his penis deep into her cunt.

    She cried out and they began to move, bucking and rocking eagerly
    on his desk. Her hips rose and fell, her buttocks flexing and
    unflexing, her knees bending and unbending. Her cunt slid up and
    down the length of his erect, throbbing shaft, and it glistened as
    it appeared and disappeared between her cunt-lips. She leaned
    forward with her fingertips on the table and, her head flung back,
    began moving faster and faster, slamming her cunt up and down on
    his penis. Her breasts bounced and tossed with their movements.

    "Ohh sir! Sir! Yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohh yes!"
    She cried.

    "Take it! Oh yes, take it, bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore!"
    He gasped.

    She came violently, her cunt convulsing on his penis and her
    motions slowed to a heavy up-and-down, crushing stroke, her hips
    writhing and grinding and gyrating ecstatically over his. His
    penis throbbed ominously in her flesh and she sensed his orgasm.
    Immediately, she slipped off his cock. He groaned in despair.

    "I want your cum in my ass," she gasped. "Not in my cunt -- c'mon
    -- fuck my butt!"

    Her words inflamed him. She turned around to kneel on the desktop
    with her back to him, leaning forward on her front in a *namaz*
    position, her buttocks raised, her legs spread. Her tight little
    anus winked invitingly. Panting with lust, Dias knelt behind her,
    and spreading her buttocks wider with his hands, pressed his
    cock-head to her anus. She tensed when she felt his cock-head at
    her anus, then relaxed and yielded. He gripped her hips, flexed
    his buttocks and his huge cock-head popped into her asshole.

    Meghna's head snapped up, her mouth jerked open and the breath
    rushed from her throat in a choking gasp. Her ass was incredibly
    hot and very tight and it convulsed fiercely on his penis. Dias'
    head jerked back as if pulled by an invisible string and he cried
    out softly.

    "More!" She panted. "Give it to me, sir! Do it! Fuck my ass!"

    "OHHHHhhunhhhhhAHHHHHHHH!" Her gymnastics instructor moaned,
    half-crazy with lust and delight.

    His buttocks flexed slowly and his penis surged into her ass.
    Meghna gasped and whimpered, her body twisting as she reached
    behind for his anus.

    "Fuck me!" She gasped. "Oh god yes -- fuck my ass! Do it, sir! Do
    it!"

    She felt no pain, only a searing, indescribable lust. Her hips
    jerked and lurched backward, impaling her anus on his throbbing,
    burning penis. She gasped. He cried out and, sliding out of her,
    thrust into her again. Her body lurched forward with his stroke.

    "Again!" She gasped. "Do that again!"

    His orgasm was imminent. Dias fucked her ass heavily and slowly,
    thrusting his swollen throbbing penis in and out of her cunt, then
    going faster and faster, plunging greedily into her hot,
    convulsing ass-flesh. Meghna's soft, staccato, choking gasps and
    moans thrilled him. He buried his penis in her anus.

    "Take it!" He gasped. "Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhhh god
    yes!"

    "Oh sir! Sir! Yes!" she sobbed. "Ohhh god yes! Ohhhh yes! Fuck me,
    sir! Ohhh unhhhh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard, sir Ohhhhhhh yes
    yes yes!"

    He found his rhythm at last and began stroking smoothly in and out
    of her anus, swinging his hips from the waist, his taut buttocks
    flexing and unflexing. His thighs slapped softly against her
    buttocks and his glistening penis appeared and disappeared between
    the lobes of her buttocks. He slid his hands up her body and
    cupped and squeezed her swinging, bouncing breasts. Crushing them
    in his hands, he began moving faster and faster.

    Meghna came hard, her cunt and ass spasming and convulsing
    frantically. Her anus cramped on his penis and it was too much for
    him to bear. With a shuddering cry, he plunged into her and held
    fast, his cock quivering in her anus, his hips twitching at her
    buttocks. Meghna moaned. He gasped and then his face creased in a
    smile of joy as the heat surged out of his cock and spurted in
    hot, sticky jets into her tight asshole.

    Meghna bowed her head, panting and gasping heavily. Slowly, he
    eased his penis out of her and she moaned. Her body sank to the
    desktop, trembling and quivering. Dias grinned down at her and
    caressed her buttocks and anus with his sticky penis.

    "You really liked that, didn't you, whore?" He murmured. "Liked
    having it in your ass? "

    Slowly, she turned around under him and her face was radiant with
    genuine pleasure.

    "Shall I tell you the truth, sir?"

    He smiled. "You must always tell the truth, young lady."

    She giggled. "Well, sir, the truth is, I can't decide where I
    liked it more: In my cunt or in my ass or in my mouth."

    "To be quite honest, neither can I."

    "Well then, sir, there's only one to find out, I guess."

    He was on his haunches on the desk and she got up quickly and,
    tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, bent her head
    over his crotch and took his penis in her mouth again. He grunted,
    then chuckled softly, caressing her breasts, sliding his hand down
    her back to her slit.

    She sucked his cock steadily for several minutes and, to his
    surprise, succeeded in resurrecting his erection. She licked it
    slowly, smiling with satisfaction, savouring the mingled taste of
    cunt and jizz and ass on it. Her eyes glittering, she straightened
    before him.

    "I love being fucked," she murmured, quite unneces*sari*ly. "Fuck
    me!"

    Her lips fluttered against his and her tongue rapped at his,
    slipping between his lips and into his mouth. Dias squeezed her
    turgid breasts. She was the best woman he'd ever known, the best
    fuck he'd ever had. She gave utterly and without reserve and there
    wasn't the least hint of ennui about her lovemaking. In time, she
    would be formidable in bed.

    "A penny for your thoughts," she smiled as they went down on the
    desk again, her body under his.

    "Too cheap," he chuckled, taking her hands in his and stretching
    her arms above her head. "Much too cheap."

    "So am I," she said. "Very cheap. Free, actually."

    "No," he laughed, his penis throbbing between her thighs, "I don't
    think you're cheap at all. I think you're priceless. Quite
    priceless."

    "You're sweet," she said, kissing him deeply.

    She lifted her hips and he found her cunt-hole and, flexing his
    buttocks, entered her slowly.

    "Mm -- that's wonderful, sir," she murmured, smiling, kissing him.
    "Your cock really is wonderful -- yes -- I think it's nicest in my
    cunt -- what do you think?"

    He grinned and bent his head to suck her nipples. "Yes, I tend to
    agree, Meghna. Your cunt is really good on my cock."

    "I want to be fucked all night."

    "I want to fuck you all night."

    "I'll come here every night."

    "Yes. You must."

    "Mm -- what a lovely way to study, sir -- the best -- come on now
    -- fuck me slowly -- make it last -- ohhh yes -- that's nice --
    mm, that's good -- ohhh yes -- do it, sir -- fuck me -- take me
    like a whore, sir -- use me!"

    Dias fucked Meghna every night for a week. He sated himself with
    her body, fucking her repeatedly in her every orifice for hours on
    end after lights out. There was not an available surface in his
    study they didn't use.

    Meghna felt sorry for Alex. She had told him about Dias and
    although he agreed to wait out the week, she could see that he
    didn't like being deprived. That gave her an idea.

    The following week, Dias walked into his study and was
    thunderstruck to see Alex and Meghna fucking on his desk. He
    watched them and then she looked at him and smiled and invited him
    to join in. Dias gasped in surprise and delight.

    That night, the two hard-bodied sports instructors fucked the
    fifteen-year old repeatedly till she was dizzy with exhaustion.
    They took her separately and together in her cunt and mouth and
    then in her cunt and ass simultaneously. She was ecstatic and
    almost fainted with the intensity of the pleasure from the two
    huge penises sawing rhythmically in and out of her teenage flesh.

    For the next fortnight, Meghna alternated between the two men
    during the week, and, every Saturday night, they fucked her
    together. Meghna loved every minute of it and never tired of the
    fucking, no matter what they did to her or how often. She only
    wanted more.

    Not long afterwards, the mid-term exam results were announced.
    Meghna did poorly. She looked at her report sheets in horror. She
    had barely passed a single examination. After lights-out, waiting
    for the others to fall asleep so she could go to Dias, Meghna lay
    on her bunk and stared silently at the bunk above her. The
    terrifying figures swam before her eyes.

    She looked at her watch with a sigh. It was almost time.
    Cautiously, she slipped out the room. Going down the hall to Dias'
    room, she saw the answer.

    It was so clear, so elegant in its simplicity that it took her
    breath away. She stopped, leaning against the wall, her head
    bowed, her mind whirling with excitement and plans. Finally,
    smiling to herself, she hurried to Dias.

    That night, Meghna pushed Dias to the limit. Apparently
    insatiable, she aroused him again and again after every orgasm,
    with the most cunning caresses, exploring his body with the
    sexiest of touches, using her lips and tongue and teeth and
    fingers with such skill that he was almost screaming in an agony
    of pleasure. She made him fuck her hard in her cunt and in her
    ass, drank his jizz, and made him fuck her again, and yet again.
    Dias was exhausted when she finally kissed him goodnight.

    Two nights later, she made her first foray into the academics
    faculty and snared Trivedi, the Geography teacher. He was in his
    mid-forties, slim and well-kept, and randy as hell. He had to be,
    with a wife who looked like a buffalo and was just as beddable.

    Meghna went into his study one sultry Sunday afternoon, ostensibly
    to ask for some help in her schoolwork. Ten minutes after she went
    in, she was sucking his cock greedily and, a short while later, he
    fucked her savagely on her back on the floor, pounding his
    seven-inch penis into her like a demon. She stayed with him for an
    hour and left him flushed and gasping and smiling.

    Her geography marks improved dramatically. Smiling at the latest
    results, Meghna began working through five other subjects, ticking
    them off in a little check-list as she went along. English, Music
    and Art were beyond reach, since there wasn't anything she could
    do about the three doddering spinsters. All the others, in
    Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology and History were male
    and, three weeks after she launched what she called Operation
    Come-A-Lot, Meghna was fucking them all. The results, on her
    report sheets, were astonishingly and uniformly good.
    Unfortunately, the History teacher, Gandhi, left the school a few
    weeks later and one of the old ladies substituted, forcing Meghna
    to work harder on the subject. To her surprise, she found she did
    well despite the lack of any external aids or incentives. Turning
    to English, she worked steadily and that, too, yielded dividends.

    Meghna realised that she was able to get the marks she wanted by
    either method. Equally, she found that it was much more fun and
    far less effort to use the more informal system. She continued
    sleeping with the teachers.

    She missed Gandhi, for he was a gentle, avuncular sort with round
    glasses. She didn't mind that he had a soft, pudgy body or that
    his cock wasn't as big as the others. He was gentle and kind, and
    where the others fucked her, Gandhi made love to her, tenderly
    revelling in the pleasures of her fifteen-year old flesh.

    Then there was Chinua, the soccer coach whom she found very sexy
    and quickly seduced late one evening. He was a strong, virile,
    handsome man and he was the best tongue-fucker of the lot, for he
    had a long, thick, heavy, pointed tongue and he loved the taste of
    wet cunt. His penis was a magnificent thing, almost ten inches
    long and enormously thick and the first time he went into her,
    Meghna very nearly fainted with joy. He filled her to the brim and
    she thought he would rip her flesh in two, that it would surely
    burst from her throat. His cock touched the inside of her belly
    and found recesses in her cunt to explore that none of the others
    could. Meghna spent long hours taking soccer coaching and soon
    became captain of the team. Chinua and she celebrated with a
    prolonged fuck in the woods behind the soccer field.

    Her marks were not only linked to the sexual favours she dispensed
    so liberally, though that certainly helped put her a rung above
    the rest. Meghna was an intelligent girl and knew that getting
    high marks without knowing very much about the subject in which
    they were awarded was bound to arouse suspicion sooner or later.
    Questions would be asked and people would talk. That would
    jeopardize everything and she wanted to avoid that at all costs.
    So while she was fucking her teachers, Meghna also studied
    seriously and worked hard at gymnastics, athletics, football,
    swimming and other sports. She played tennis, volleyball, squash,
    badminton and learned horseback riding. The difference, as she
    said to Alex, was that the horses needed saddles, while she much
    preferred to ride bareback.

    Her progress was recognised, and she was appointed Prefect and
    then Head Prefect, when she returned with the gymnastics trophy
    and won an inter-school elocution competition. By now, very firmly
    the brightest star in the school's firmament, Meghna was every
    schoolgirl's idol, every schoolboy's fantasy, every
    school-master's pride and joy.

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