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 Warning: This story contains graphic depiction of sex between an adult male
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   The Director: Part 2 - Carla
   By Romany
   (M/g)
   Oakmeadow Childrens Home - somewhere in northern England, 1995.
   ...Continued from Chapter 1.
   Carlson sat down and ruminated on the past hour.  He slumped in his
chair and brooded over what could have been a dangerous situation of
discovery.  He had sized the Scots boy up correctly.  The social workers
report ventured the oblique opinion that `something inappropriate had
happened'...and reference to the `close relationship that had developed
between the boy and the foster father'... Alec Simpson.  The case owner
knew her charges well enough to use language professionals like him could
understand even when there was no proven instance of actual abuse; or the
police being alerted.  They were not allowed to share details with anyone
outside of the welfare department; for the very reason that Carlson had
used the information to his advantage, despite being a home director and
being someone who should have been above reproach.  He reminded himself of
just how good his reading of those documents was.  Jamie was certainly the
quickest to have been had by far.  Most took some days, even weeks, to
seduce.
   He sat back and heaved a huge sigh of discontentment at the way the day
was now panning out for him as he reviewed his actions; not just so far
today in fucking the preteen Scots boy, but over the fifteen years he had
been director here at Oakmeadow Childrens Home.  Having left the medical
practice he had been part of after the unfortunate incident with the
miner's daughter.  The gorgeous but quite dumb young woman he had started
giving pelvic examinations to as routine, each time she visited; even for
totally unrelated ills and ailments to her sexual body.  And without a
nurse present and secretly ditching the rubber glove he made a show of
putting on to legitimize his actions; so his fingers could touch her
intimately.  It became full blown sexual assault with his face peering
close as he massaged the young woman's sex.  She was so naive and enamored
by him that she took the feeling her up as literally a sign of ardor and
romantic intent; not realizing he was actually doing a normal genital
examination and irrespective of his dubious intent and crude practice she
should not have seen as anything other than what he had intended.  He was
caught on the reverse of what he was trying to portray by her believing he
was more than keen on her.  He had been stupid enough to pursue her quietly
beyond the country practice, and this led to a carnal affair with
potentially the most beautiful woman with the perfect body, he had ever had
sex with.  But she was `as common as muck', as they said of working class
girls with no education, around her district.  She became pregnant and
initially said he was the father.  He was suspicious and fortunately some
local lad went public claiming he was going to be the.  Carlson had already
challenged the girl about her claim he was the father, and she confessed
she had not just been sleeping with him and the baby's father, but one or
two others besides.  But she claimed she loved him only; seeing his
position as a young respected country GP as her way out of the depressing
village life she was trapped in.  When he had resisted any overtures to
become engaged, she suddenly showed remarkable recall at his improper
examinations.  He did not fight that argument very hard when her mother
laid a complaint to his colleagues.  He felt it far better to admit to
innocent intent but careless practices than admit to having slept with a
patient.  He was quietly invited to leave the practice.  Coincidentally the
position of Medical Officer at Oakmeadow came up and he took it as a way of
saving some face in the community; not that reason he left the practice was
known and the girl's family did keep their promise of silence once several
thousand pounds had been paid as damages and hush money.  At that stage
Oakmeadow was an inpatient respiratory annexure to a larger hospital in the
county.  Treating mostly aging miners with respiratory issues as a result
of years spent underground in the coal mines.  Eventually the facility saw
less and less patients coming to convalescence and as a way to make the
facility pay, it was converted to a children's home for orphans and state
wards; attracting government money to make it pay.  The county took it over
and Carlson eventually became director from his old MO position.
   Carlson stood and walked to a rather battered sideboard against the wall
under the single window in the room.  He reached in and took out a bottle
of scotch and a glass and poured himself a large shot and took a sudden
belt of the amber liquid as a pick-me-up tonic.  He shuddered as the liquor
hit his palette and took a second swig as the taste warmed his mouth;
filtering down into his insides and warming him.  His mood brightened a
little and he looked at the scotch bottle.  His thoughts drifted back to
the Scots boy and the torrid anal fuck he had given the willing lad.  He
reminded himself of the boy being in a single guest room and smiled quietly
to himself.  He toasted himself and the absent boy and drained the glass,
and replaced the bottle in the cupboard.
   "Yes my little jock strap," he said wryly mocking the boy's nationality,
as he walked back to his desk..."that was just for starters laddie," he
added with a chuckle.
   He was feeling better now the scotch had had an instant effect on him.
When the place was quiet and all good children were in bed.  Tuesday night
so there would be only Mrs.  Hartnell to concern himself with; and she was
early to bed when the children retired.  Maybe a short stroll up the lane
leading to the weir that bubbled below the county reservoir.  It was always
a nice place to visit on a warm day; here he would sit on a rustic wooden
bench and contemplate life in general.  He might just pop in and see how
the boy was settling in after dinner tonight as well.
   "I'm just going out for a walk," the Director said quickly to his
secretary Noeline who was standing at the big filing cabinet with her back
to him.
   She wheeled and smile sweetly, recovered from the brusque treatment she
had felt when in his office earlier.
   "It's quite mild out," she gushed and she stood and openly fawned at
him; admiring his tall aristocratic figure.
   But he'd virtually run through the small ante room that served as her
office and he was already in the doorway to the long hallway to the front
door.  Her face fell realising he had moved quickly to get away from her.
Her heart sunk with disappointment once more at his callous attitude to her
feelings and she sighed and went back to her work.
   ***
   The Director did not go outside immediately but instead walked around to
the rear of the main building where a large staffroom had years earlier
been partitioned into two self contained guest rooms.  These were intended
for delicate or emotionally troubled youngsters where an adult relative or
nurse might spend time and keep the troubled child company through the
night until they became assimilated to the environment.  The rooms'
ambiance was way better than the stark contrast of the boys and girls
dormitories and deliberately done so to assist with allowing children to
settle in better.  It was normally very young first-time-in-care children
who used these rooms; which was why both Mrs.  Hartnell and Noeline had
raised their eyebrows when Carlson had said to usher the young Scots boy to
one of the rooms.  Of course older children had used the rooms before; and
this privacy from the other children allowed the Director ease of access to
any he coveted sexually.  A number of preteen girls and boys had succumbed
to his abusive carnal appetite in these rooms; which is why he openly
wondered if somehow the two women suspected his real motives.  As he walked
the deserted corridor he turned a corner and jumped in surprise as a girl
came through a side door from outside.  It was primarily an Exit but had
been left ajar and a tall girl of about eleven or twelve with long dark
hair down the middle of her back, crept in.  She had turned away from him
as she entered and had not seen him.
   Having recovered from his light shock of her sudden appearance, Carlson
stopped and he felt a slight tremor of longing go through his body.  It was
Carla Bennett; the troublesome Carla Bennett.  The tough little northern
girl who he had had one or two clashes with over house discipline.  He had
coveted the beautiful young girl ever since she came to the home.  And like
the new Scots boy Jamie, her dossier hinted of a sexual relationship with
her last caregivers; who the Director had learned were now both on remand
for unspecified charges which supposedly were related to a local girl.
   "Carla," he called sharply.
   The girl froze and stood with her head bowed; not moving.
   "Carla, turn round girl," he snapped at her and walked towards her.
   The girl still did not move.  He had to call twice more for her to
slowly obey and by now he was upon her; glaring down at her as her face
contorted in a defiant sneer as he towered over her despite her height. 
She was a hard little bitch.  He knew enough about her past to know she had
been through the mill and had had numerous fostering placements that had
all collapsed because the foster parents simply could not control her;
right from a young age.  She was usually placed in families and her brazen
and brash attitude soon had her at odds with the foster parent's natural
children such that eventually she was returned to the welfare services to
find her another home she might settle in.  Carlson knew that the girl had
been profoundly abused as a young girl; that much had been admitted as it
was so fundamentally causal to her behavior.  But nothing recent was on
record and he was frustrated at trying to find out why she had been
returned to welfare when she supposedly had been placed with a young
well-to-do couple with no other children.  The fact he knew she had been
there for over fifteen months did not suggest a troubled home-life with
them.  And now the suggested trouble they were having with the law opened
up conjecture as to whether Carla was somehow in a consensual sexual
situation with them.  At least that was the unspoken thought.
   "Why are you here so early in the afternoon?" Carlson barked at her.
   Carla didn't answer but stood glowering at him.
   "Answer me girl," he growled; but despite his deliberate authoritarian
attitude, he was ogling her nubile breasts pushing our at her school blouse
with the off-white outline of her bra behind the clean white uniform
blouse.
   She wore the uniform of a pleated kilt of the local intermediate school
the older children attended and he swallowed hard as he saw she had the hem
hitched an inch or two higher than regulation of inch above-the-knee when
kneeling.  Already the shape of her upper leg and the allure of what was
under her skirt was the predominant image of her defiant stance.  She knew
he was ogling her and she was being deliberately provocative standing
facing him with her legs askance; a subtle grin came to her face as it
pleased her when she recognized the effect she could have on adult males.
   "I'v got mer' period," she said in a broad Lancashire accent, and her
face twisted in a challenging smile, waiting for him to blush with
embarrassment at her boldness.
   It worked.  He blushed scarlet at her mention of her period and he
shifted uneasily and dropped eye contact quickly.  She grinned and stared
at him.  He gathered his composure and he stared back, realising she had
bested him and made him feel foolish.
   "Are you OK?" he asked his voice softening a little as if this was a
time of compassion and respect for the girl having moved into womanhood.
   "Of course," she said simply.  "Why should'na be?  It's only natch'ral,"
she said almost flippantly.
   "I meant why are you home from school early then?" he asked his voice
regaining some of the authority.
   "Jus' a bit gripey, thas' all," she said nonchalantly.  "A bit of a
belly ache," and she crossed her arms over her lower abdomen and smiled
sweetly at him.
   "Do you need anything?" he asked a little more respectfully and trying
to show some concern.
   `God you're a beautiful defiant little bitch' he thought as he spoke. 
`I'd love to shove my cock as far up your bleeding little cunt as I can get
it' and he shuffled almost in an involuntarily recoil to the crude thought
that rushed through his brain.
   "Like wha'?" she said looking a little derisively at him; as if he
shouldn't concern himself with woman's things.
   "Sanitary napkins, tampons...a supply...for your bedside table or
rucksack," he said helpfully.
   The girl scoffed and she grinned though her enjoyment was now waning as
she realized he was having a sensible adult conversation with her about the
issue of making sure she was well supplied.  She felt a little deflated
that he had shown a side she hadn't expected.  It was easier to torment
adults when they took the `do as I say' approach with her.  Her smile faded
and she shook her head.
   "OK well we should get you to Nurse Hobbs and see if she can see you are
catered for," he said a lot gentler than his previous attitude.
   Carla's attitude was now totally spiked by his genuine concern for her
and she nodded and mumbled "yes Mr.  Carlson, as he walked abreast of her,
and taking a shoulder gently steered her in the direction of the small
medical room that the nurse Janet Hobbs used three days a week.
   "It's an important step in your life," the Director said sagely as he
guided the young girl along the corridor; mentally preparing what to say
should the house matron Mrs.  Hartnell or the cook Mrs.  Thompson chance
upon them.
   "Yes Mr.  Carlson," Carla mumbled; feeling quite chastened by his
concern given her aggressive approach when first meeting up with him.
   They arrived at the door of the medical room and he pulled a face of
surprise when he tried the door and it was locked.
   "Miss Hobbs only comes Monday, Wednesday, Friday," the girl said looking
at him.
   "Oh...right," he said feeling foolish.  "It's Tuesday...I forgot," and
he reached for the set of keys in his pocket and opened the door to the
nurses room and ushered her in.
   Carla walked in and stood in the middle of the room and looked around at
the familiar sight of the single white sheeted bed; higher than most normal
beds so it doubled as an examination table.  She stood staring at it and a
small tremor went through her as she had instant recall of being on that
high bed twice while the stocky Janet Hobbs had `examined' her.  Only Carla
and Nurse Hobbs knew of these instances and Carla was astute enough to know
that Janet Hobbs was a woman who preferred women.  Or in Carla's case,
apparently Miss Hobbs' had a penchant for pubescent girls.  Carla blushed
at the recall of the solid woman in her early thirties who had crouched in
between her spread legs and lapped at her sex as she had stroked and toyed
with her there; making her feel nice, and feeling good about herself, and
to be wanted.  No one here knew of Carla's time before coming here.  The
Director's suspicion about Carla having a recent history of sexual contact
with her last care givers was accurate; even if he didn't know it for sure.
If the Director did not know for sure, Nurse Janet Hobbs had somehow
learned from contacts within the social services and welfare community that
there might be a young girl in residence at the home she often attended;
who may have been in a sexual m�nage with her supposed care-givers.  Both
of whom were now up on indecency and carnal knowledge charges as a result
of their abusing another underage girl, though in her mid-teens not a
pubescent girl like Carla.  But just like the Director, Janet had a strong
hunch that Carla may well have been part of the m�nage but it wasn't
disclosed and there was no corroboration or evidence.
   The Director caught the girl looking at the bed and paused just inside
the door wondering why she stood staring at it.  He glanced at the backs of
her legs and the shape of her thighs; the widening hips signaling her
passage into womanhood.  And the strap of her bra visible through the white
blouse.  Once more a flush of desire ran through him and he didn't know
what made him turn and insert the key in the lock and lock the door behind
them.  Carla heard the click of the lock and turned and saw him standing
almost sheepishly with his hand still on the big key.  She had caught him
locking the door and the puzzled look on her face soon gave way to a look
of concern, only to be flushed away by a more knowing look as she realized
what the situation might present.  She slowly dropped her rucksack with her
jersey and schoolbooks inside of it, and turned to him.  She nonchalantly
moved one foot so she stood with legs askance once more; as she had
challenged him with her budding sexuality in the corridor.  They stared at
each other for what seemed like an eternity.  The Director swallowed hard
as he ogled the girl's pubescent form in her school uniform.  Carla spoke
first.
   "They're in that cupboard," she said, her voice trembling slightly as
she was so enthralled by this situation.
   It was true she hated authority and had challenged the Director on a
number of occasions after she had settled into life at the home.  But she
had enough sexuality and awareness to have an opinion on the suave debonair
man to decide he was a stud and must have numerous lovers, he was so good
looking.  Little did she suspect he had a hunger for children as his sex
preference.  And she certainly would never guess his preference was for
boys because they were way hornier and so far more malleable than preteen
girls.
   "What are," the Director asked deliberately, but knowing what she meant.
   "The...tampons...sanitary napkins," the girl answered and blushed and
suddenly couldn't look at him; a delicious crawling feeling running up her
legs, up body to her scalp.
   Carlson sensed the tables had turned since their meeting in the
corridor.
   "What do you prefer?" he said deliberately once more and stared at her.
   She flicked her eyes up to his and reddened.
   "I don' know," she said sheepishly.  "I've just started...I'm not sure,"
she said quietly.
   "What did the teacher give you?" he asked walking towards her.  "You did
tell the teacher why you needed to come home?"
   She took a slight step back and then checked her retreat; believing she
was showing a sign of weakness and he was intimidating.
   "Yes...yes...I...Miss.  Horricks gave me a tampon...her emergency one,"
she said quietly and stared at him.
   He stared at her and mentally undressed her; thinking lasciviously about
her young vagina plugged with the phallic shaped tampon.  He
absent-mindedly run his tongue along his lower lip and Carla was almost
spellbound by his manner towards her now.  She caught what he was thinking
and her heart began to beat faster.
   "Is that the first thing you've had inside you?" the Director asked
crudely with a leer; and openly licking his lips at the thought of
something in this beautiful preteen's body.
   Carla opened her mouth in a silent gasp and then reddened at his
question.  She felt he had asked the question because he knew the answer.
He would have a report on her.  He must know.  She stood silent in a state
of confusion and her brain was trying to assimilate this deteriorating
situation of her loss of confidence and control of the situation that she
had felt earlier.  She shook her head not realising it; she had confirmed
what he thought he knew.  It was her first instinctive response to the
question, and truthful; brought on by her confusion.  Of course she should
have nodded her head vigorously that it was; and looked offended at the
crudity of the remark.  But her young life had been a litany of sexual
encounters and abuse that she believed anyone in authority who had some
control on her life now, knew this only too well.  She did not realize she
had just given this sexual predator an insight into her past that he might
have suspected but had no proof.
   "What else?" he said quietly and stood directly in front of her; his
nearness intended as subtle intimidation for a truthful answer
   Carla swallowed hard and looked away and then after a small time of
measured thought, she turned and looked at him and dropped her gaze.  He
thought she was on the verge of tears and a brief pang of fear ran through
him.  What would it look like if she burst into tears and created a scene
that might alert the adults on the complex?  He being locked in the sick
bay on a day the nurse was not visiting, with a pubescent girl who would
say she went with him to get sanitary protection.  This was highly improper
behavior on his part.  It should be Noeline or Mrs.  Hartnell assisting the
young girl.
   "Things..." she said nervously looking at him and then dropping her gaze
she added, "fingers, sexy things...sex toys that is," she added quickly and
looked at him, waiting for him to regale her for her admission of her
wicked past.
   "Is that all...anything else?" he asked calmly and reached for a strand
of her long dark hair that was caught on her shoulder.
   She watched his fingers approach and a look of fear came over her; and
then relief as she realized he was tidying up her tresses.  It was an
innocent act on his part to touch her in a seemingly casual way; yet she
trembled as she felt his light touch.  Carlson saw she how was affected by
his touching her hair and he was breathing steadily; and now quite hard in
his trousers.
   "Other tampons," she said a little more self assured.  "Nurse Bennett
showed me how to use them," she continued, recalling the prelude to her
first sexual encounter with the closet lesbian Nurse Hobbs.
   Carlson raised his eyebrows at this information.  He knew nothing of
this; he should know everything that went on in this room with his charges.
Nurse Hobbs should have made a point of saying she'd given the girl, so
obviously near puberty, some health and hygiene instruction just by way of
reassuring him the girl was prepared for the inevitable.  As director, he
was supposed to be appraised of all medical situations; even natural ones
like a first period.  He missed the hidden significance of this lack of
information, not knowing anything of Janet Hobbs sexual persuasion.
   "And what else," he said continuing his subtle interrogation; his voice
now almost crooning and he could see the girl was now in almost in a state
of trance as she now held constant eye contact with him.
   He was fishing for the one answer he coveted; was she a true virgin? 
Had she been fucked by a penis?  But she went quiet and just stared at him.
   "What about boys...or men?" he said to lead her to answer, and the hand
holding her hair slowly trailed down her blouse; along the line of the
just-visible bra strap behind her outer garment.
   The hand turned so the backs of the fingers traced the strap, only to
move lightly across to the small mound of her left breast; and the fingers
pressed a little firmer at the swelling of her budding breast.  She started
slightly but held her ground; her breathing now ragged although not through
fear but from the excitement of the situation she was now in.  She almost
dared not to breathe.  She opened her mouth as if to speak but no words
came.
   "I said have you had boys...or men...their cocks?" he asked making the
sound of the "CK" in the word cock as a hard `K" to emphasise the word.
   She blushed scarlet and glanced at the fingers that had now turned so
they pressed forward on her breast; lightly sizing the fullness of the
globe in his hand.  She stammered to speak but nothing intelligible came.
   "Carla have you had a man's cock?" the Director asked more forcefully
pronouncing the word `cock' as before.  "Have you been fucked by a man?" he
said crudely and emphasised the "CK" in the word fucked as he had in the
word cock.
   Carla glanced nervously between the hand now holding her breast and the
Director's stern face.  He was demanding an answer to his question.
   "Yes," she gasped and he thought she might cry.
   But once she had answered truthfully, she gave a sigh of relief that she
had got the answer out.  And she saw his face break into a soft smile and
he nodded and now openly stroked her breast.  She stood trembling, her
hands shaking, and she stared at the hand now kneading her breast.  She
missed the movement of his other hand but jumped when he took her wrist and
then sagged in surrender as he guided her hand that he held to his erection
now straining hard against his expensive suit trousers.  His erect cock,
that an hour earlier had shagged the young Scots boy Jamie over his desk,
was now pressed against the small hand with the ratty chewed nails of the
tough, but beautiful little northern girl.  The tough nut had capitulated
and she was breathing almost in gulps, as her hand which at first was
timid, now scrabbled for the form of his cock in his pants and the fingers
curled around it as she worked out how it was positioned in his trousers.
   The next moments were a blur to Carla; before she knew what had
happened, she was crouching in a squat position and the Director's huge
cock was poking in her face.  She looked up in resignation at her seducer
and opened her mouth and took him in.  She had definitely been here before
and Carlson quickly knew it, judging by the way she moved her legs to
prevent her knees cramping; and then stroked the cock while she
concentrated on the head.  This kid had been taught to suck cock and it was
obvious she had done it often enough to be practiced and quite expert at
it. He held her head lightly and sighed encouragement.  Carla quickly got
into her work and soon she was looking up at him regularly and appreciating
the effect her hand and mouth were having on the man.  In short, she had
surrendered to pleasure him.  She worked diligently and Carlson soon
realized she was so expert he had lost the ability to stall off cumming and
had to surrender to maiximise the release.  He knew enough that a good cum
could be stymied if he held back beyond a point that saw his release a
whimper not a bang.  He let go and gasping and groaning and clutching her
head to his groin, he poked deeper and spewed into her mouth.  Instead of
being repelled by his frantic actions, Carla responded by sticking with her
task and regulating the depth he was trying to get into her throat with her
fist wrapped around his big shaft; yet gentle enough not to choke the
onrush of semen, to allow him to flood her mouth.  This is what she had
been taught to do; to please the man by taking the load.  As Carlson slowly
came down off of his high, he gasped and chuckled his appreciation at her
skill and then stood open mouthed in amazement as Carla angled her head
with open mouth so he could see the tongue covered in his semen which was
dammed between her bottom teeth and the back of her throat.  She stayed
this way until he touched her chin to signal he had seen it, and she
swallowed the lot in one go; smiling back up at him as she wiped the back
of her hand across her mouth.
   "Oh my giddy Aunt," Carlson spluttered in delight.  "That was absolutely
fantastic," he gushed and he grinned down at her.
   She smiled her appreciation at his praise and took him into her mouth
and laved his cock clean.  Never suspecting it had been in a young Scots
boys arse and mouth earlier.  For the second time today, Carlson had had
his cock licked clean by an underage boy and girl.  How could he have been
so lucky!  He helped her to her feet and she stood a little triumphant that
she had please him.  Without pausing to tuck his cock in, he quickly
unbuttoned her blouse.  She instinctively twisted her hands up as if to
protect herself but them relaxed and dropped one hand back to the amazing
big cock the Director had, and she looked down at it as he quickly stripped
her blouse; pulling it from the waist band of her kilt.  Once the blouse
was gone he removed her bra and she felt exposed and somewhat embarrassed
by her small, yet perfect, breasts.  She instinctively tried to cover them
with her free, as she still held his cock which was surprisingly still
hard. He brushed her arm away and stood with the palms of both hands
fondling her breasts.  Eventually she became more used to his groping and
as if to show she was OK with this, she gave his cock several jerks as a
sort of reciprocation of her being felt up by him
   "Very, very nice," he cooed and twisted each nipple in turn, causing her
to gasp.
   They were rock hard and she felt the distant nagging feeling of arousal
she had learned at the hands of Anne and Richard Cartwright; her most
recent caregivers, who had tapped into her previous history of sexual abuse
and taught her all she knew about sexuality; more importantly, they had
opened her up to her own budding sexuality.  This preteen was sexually
aware of her own responses thanks to the diligence of her foster parents.
Even Nurse Janet Hobbs had witnessed her unabashed participation in their
secret sexual dalliances.  Carlson saw her eyes flutter as a reaction to
his manipulating the small perfect breasts and her hand on his cock
squeezed in response.  He guided her sideways and quickly sat on the bed
and pulled her roughly back onto one of his knees; allowing her to adjust
her grip on his cock.  Pulling her back against him, he draped a hand
around her shoulder and went to work on the nearest nipple as his other
hand went under her kilt; feeling the warmth and swelling of her pubis as
he felt her sex through her panties.  She sagged back against him and
watched her hand on his cock and the movement of his hand under her kilt.
She spread her legs as she felt his hand slip inside the waistband of her
panties.  He expected her to push his hand away but she did not and he
paused and turned to look at her.
   "Your period...you're wearing a tampon aren't you?" he said quietly,
somewhat surprised she was allowing his hand to stray inside her panties
and feel her vulva.  She shook her head.
   "I just used it as a story to get away from school," she panted.  "I was
having a ruck with old man McWhirter," she mumbled.
   "Well I'll be..." Carlson started with a chuckle.  "You are the
surprising little minx," he added, and he tweaked her nipple quite hard and
she gasped; and belatedly squeezed his cock in response.
   His fingers pressed on and as his hand became a little cramped, she
twisted more with her side against him and splayed her outer leg so he
could feel the entire shape of her vulva and part the labia with his
fingertips.  She was a little moist and he slid his fingers over her
clitoris.  This worked quickly and she burrowed her head against his chest
and started to move slowly as he felt her up and massaged and masturbated
her clitoris.  Soon the preteen was responding rhythmically to the crude
Director's hands on her sex and nipple.  Carla began to squirm on his knee
as she was now clearly aroused by his handiwork.  Despite having cum not
long before, his cock was still rock hard and his heart beating strong in
arousal.
   "Enough of this," the Director growled in impatience.
   He gave up any pretense of taking her slow and suddenly he twisted and
drew her back onto the bed, her butt catching the edge and her legs
splaying out askew as he rolled her and straddled her legs.
   `Oh,' she gasped in surprise at the suddenness of his movement and
stared at him with a worried look, wondering what he was planning.
   `Back...move back...skid back further,' he growled and shoved at her
crotch with both hands.
   Carla cried out in discomfort as his hands between her legs were rough.
He wasn't doing this to feel her up rather he was pushing her butt back
just onto the bed and his hands forcing in her crotch made her splay her
legs.  Within a few seconds of trying to ease the discomfort his hands were
causing on her tender sex, she was now laid diagonally across the bed and
had drawn her heels up to the edge, with her knees wide apart.
   `Oh God that's so gorgeous,' the Director panted as he saw her hairless
sex pushing out against the crotch of her plain white panties.
   He grasped the waistband of the plain cotton underpants and started to
pull them off; lifting first one leg then the other over to remove them. 
Carla was watching him intently; her face worried because of his frantic
movements.
   `Oh fuck...oh God...it's beautiful," Carlson gasped as he saw the plump
form of her vulva; the labia splayed slightly following the workout he'd
give it with her fingers.
   "I must have it he groaned and the big man sunk to his knees with a
groan; and pushing her kilt out of the way, his mouth zeroed into her cunt.
   "Oh...o-o-o-h-h-h-h," Carla moaned in delighted surprise, feeling him
going down on her.
   A broad goofy smile came over her face and she lay back and let her
eyelids close slightly as she felt the first surge of enjoyment as the
Directors nimble big fingers slowly wormed into her and his tongue was
setting up a crazy throbbing in her nubbin at the top of her sex.
   Carlson worked her over roughly and she occasionally cried out when he
put three fingers deep into her; stretching her narrow vaginal cavity
causing her some discomfort.  He slobbered and growled like a crazy
starving animal devouring meat.  Despite these moments of discomfort,
Carla's young burgeoning libido was now in full swing and she was squirming
and moaning in enjoyment as he ravaged her with his tongue and hands.  One
hand reached over her torso and tweaking and squeezing her nipples in turn;
the arm trapping her kilt against her body to stop it falling back and
obstructing his assault on her lower groin.  He was now shoving hard and
nipping and sucking her clitoris with his pursed lips.  Carla was reliving
the glorious joy of being served by Nurse Hobbs on this very bed a few
weeks after she arrived.  Nurse Hobbs was more gentle and patient yet the
Directors male approach was still equally exciting.  She tried to
manipulate her hips to control the feeling and draw it out but he was too
erratic and insistent and suddenly she felt a rush from somewhere in her
body.  A sweet familiar ache that was the prelude to the feeling of being
engulfed in a deep warm bath; and the young preteen began to moan and wail.
Softly at first and then building to a more urgent series of sobs and gasps
as her orgasm took her over.  The sexual gratification taught her by the
errant Cartwrights; her supposed care givers and protectors.
   "Oh Christ...oh Jesus that's so fucking dirty,' Carlson panted as he saw
her face thrown back with her eyes tight shut and he mouth working like a
goldfish as she gasped for air as the feeling consumed her.
   He stood quickly and taking his cock like it was a truncheon, he lowered
his hips to gauge the height and shoved his cock hard at her reddened sex.
Carla cried out in pain as he buried halfway into her in one vicious shove.
   "Oh for Christ's sake shut up," he hissed as he leaned over her; pushing
her kilt back to stop it flopping over her groin.  Her head came up and she
pushed at his shoulders and cried "don't go so hard...stop...you're hurting
me" her voice trembling in fear as well as excitement of his powerful urge
to enter her.
   The Director ignored the preteen's pleas and with a swift recoil, he
shoved home.  He skewered her to the balls and Carla's back arched as she
tried to scoot further back across the bed to retreat from the assault.  He
caught her upper arms and pulled her back.  "Where do you think you're
going to my dirty little girl?" he growled and pinning her arms by her
side, he started to fuck her vigorously.
   The girl began to groan and gasp on each deep inward thrust and she felt
like he was bursting into her guts.  He fucked her steadily and quickly,
not intending to draw out his pleasure.  The feeling of another
overwhelming ejaculation quickly built in the pit of his groin and the
Director rutted frantically as he came hard inside her; jammed to the hilt
as she twisted and tried to get away.  But she was trapped.  Pinned to the
bed by his weight and his huge cock shoved deep inside of her small
stretched vagina.  Carlson let out a series of long groans of satisfaction
as he drained himself once more.  The third gorgeous shuddering release
since noon.  Once into the willing young Scots boy's arse earlier, and now
twice into this delicious young preteen.  Secreted with her here in the
nurses' station.
   Carlson eventually pulled back off of Carla and crouched and took the
base of his cock like a club and slowly eased it out of her; tapping it a
few times on her reddened labia.  She lay looking between her splayed legs
and her eyes widened as she realized just how huge he was.  She had fondled
and sucked it before but barely had more the head in her mouth.  Now his
own large hand looked small on the thing and she was amazed she had taken
it.  She was painfully aware when he had gone as far as she could take; her
insides felt tender and a little peculiar given an internal battering she
had never previously experienced.  Her foster father Richard Cartwright was
nowhere near as big as the Director.  And he certainly never lost it the
way the Carlson had done.  In fact, on balance, Richard Cartwright was a
sideshow to his wife Anne.  The real sex with Carla was more the wife's
pleasure.  Richard got to take the girl after his wife was sated with the
girl.  Carla had never been fucked like this.  Even by the two earlier
rapes she had suffered as a ten year old; both by drunken friends of her
father; with whom she had lived with her younger brother for a time.  This
was before her father was busted fencing stolen goods and went to prison
and Carla and her brother went back into care.
   Carlson crouched over her and took her nipples in his mouth and suckled
them.  She was a little repulsed at first but as he calmed down and his
kissing and mouth of her nubbins became tenderer, she slowly brought a hand
around his shoulder; and then the other hand and she held him as he sucked
and kissed her breasts tenderly.  At last he lifted his face and looked at
her.  For a few seconds they locked eyes and he smiled at her.  She smiled
back; and felt as if a great deal of apprehension had suddenly passed from
her.
   "We'll do this again,' he said softly, and reached up and stroked her
ear and hair.
   She said nothing and looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.
He was a weird one, yet so very handsome and the experience she just had
was incredibly exciting, even if a bit scary at the end.
   `I can make it good her for you," he said as if he had to offer her some
sort of inducement.
   `It's Ok," she said quietly.  `I don't want special treatment," she
added.
   `You will be treated like the rest except for one important difference
he said, and dropped his face to a breast and suckled it.
   "Suits me," she said with a giggled and roughed his hair with a hand, as
a sign of endorsement.
   ***
   They had dressed and tidied themselves up.  Carlson put a finger to his
lips as if to shush her and unlocked the door and peeked out.  The children
were all still at school and the corridor was deserted as it should be.
   `Best get to your dormitory.  Report to Mrs., Hartnell and tell her the
story about your period.  Say it appears to be a false alarm if you don't
want her nosing around...as it were," he said quietly.
   Carla nodded and together they slipped out of the nurse's room and he
walked her as far as the exit door she had sneaked in.
   "I'll go now," he said quietly.
   She nodded and gave a little wave.  Half way out the Exit he paused and
turned back and called her name in a loud whisper.  She turned quickly and
he put his finger to his lips.
   "Not a word to anyone...OK?" he said and nodded knowingly at her.
   She grinned and shook her head firmly.
   "This is just the beginning," he said and smiled at her.
   A slight look of concern touched her face and then she nodded and smiled
back.  She just wasn't sure about him so she would see how it developed.
   Carlson circled around the side of the building and slipped into the car
park at the front.  He made a show of striding up to the main entrance in
case his secretary Noeline was watching.  Just to show he had come back
from the direction of the lane to the weir where he had said he was going
for a stroll.  On entering Noeline's small office he noted she wasn't
there, and relieved he went to breeze through to his office when he saw a
file open on her desk.  He stopped and turned it around and looked at it.
The pages had been obviously opened after reading through to a particular
spot and he studied the displayed pages.  They were faxed approvals from
the welfare office.  Approvals he had to get if children were being let out
into the company of individuals not associated with the home or approved
welfare officers.  He narrowed his eyes and looked at the names of the
individuals and a look of alarm came to his face.  The two returned faxes
were approvals for the child in question to be allowed to visit with a
Councilor Jim Wentworth.  He looked at the name on the top of the page.  It
was Simon Spradley; a thirteen year old boy that had been here at Oakmeadow
about a year ago.  Carlson felt a sudden rush of panic and he went into a
cold sweat.  Noeline had the file open at two pages that he knew for a fact
were forgeries as he had doctored an authentic faxed approval document to
be able to replicate as if authentic.  He had taken the boy out both times
and fabricated the faxed approvals for the file.  Rather than the boy
spending a weekend with the good Jim Wentworth and his family, the boy had
spent a lurid debauched weekend where he was buggered stupid by Carlson and
two friends with similar pedophilic tendencies.  Both supposedly respected
citizens who were able to do favors for Oakmeadow from time to time; with
the right boy or girl laid on by their good friend, Oakmeadow Director
Albert Carlson.
   Carlson turned the file back as Noeline had left it.  Obviously called
away quickly otherwise it wouldn't have been left here open on the desk
like this.  Feeling decidedly sick, Carlson lurched into his office and
closed the door and headed straight for the sideboard; and with shaking
hands took out his scotch bottle and poured another stiff drink.  His day
had been a series of peaks and troughs and this was the lowest point yet.
He took a long swig of the whiskey and soon drained the glass.  Refilling
it again he took another hard belt and worked his mouth as the acrid liquor
blasted his taste buds.
   "What the hell are up to Noeline?" he muttered under his breath as he
gazed out the window; a deeply worried man.
   To be continued...
   (C)Romany 2009
   Coming soon; "The Director: Part 3 - Night time visitor"
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