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[The first page was touched up 3/30/8.  Sorry I didn't correct the rest. 
There are some sloppy typos.  Still subject to slight revision.  I try to
write decent prose even though it's erotica & I'm writing quickly.]
   Sandra's heart raced.  She could hardly do more than look at her feet as
she scurried through the rusted fairground gates.  She was ashamed of
herself.  The car's headlights briefly lit the road passing by the
fairgrounds.  But she was inside.  The car wouldn't see her.  She walked
quickly toward the stand, through the dilapidated concession stands, the
livestock buildings, her heart still racing.  Where was it?  She heard them
talking about it.  Cross the tracks and go down the hill.  She went around
the tracks instead, too afraid to be seen.  At the edge of the woods, its
tires half buried in the earth, she saw the fun house.
   The moon was half clouded over, but even so she could see the painted
shapes appearing and disappearing with the moonlight.  They were difficult
to see, but there was no mistaking the ecstasy.
   As she stepped closer, she saw the two figures on either side of the
door.  She felt the first sparks between her legs and she immediately
wanted to touch the phallas of the tall male to the right of the door, but
she stopped herself.  She was no teenager.  She meant to be cautious.
   Her stomach twisted in knots as she pushed open the door.  She
hesitated, seeing nothing inside.  Was it all a trick?  She took a deep
breath and stepped inside.  The door closed behind her with a rusty clank.
She couldn't see.  She swung her arms in front of her, fearing now that the
trailer was nothing more than an abandoned trailer.  There would be holes
in the floor and nails, places to fall through.  She turned and pulled open
the door she had just walked through.
   "Oh," said a voice, "hello, Mrs.  Trimball."
   Sandra's heart raced.  Through the doorway was an office.  A grey haired
man, middle aged, sat behind a wide wooden desk.  To the left of him were
filing cabinets.  They lined the wall.  The shades were drawn behind him.
There was a door to his right.  He motioned Sandra to sit at the chair in
front of the desk.
   "Please, come in," he smiled.  "I just finished reading your resume."
   "What?"
   "Your resume," he repeated kindly, "I just finished reading it."
   Sandra stepped through doorway into office.  The door closed behind her.
It wasn't the creaky trailer door she had just stepped through, but a wood
paneled door.  It shut smoothly with a click.  "Oh my God..."
   "No," the man gestured to a nameplate on the desk.  "Comus.  Please,
call me Comus.  I'm the Principal."
   "You're real!" Sandra gaped at him.  Some of her fear abating.
   "Well...  of course..." Comus answered.
   "I...  I..." she stuttered...  "you...  you're real!"
   "Yes," Comus smiled, "please, Mrs, Trimball, have a seat."
   Sandra nervously stepped to the chair, peering around at the strangely
ordinary office.  "This wasn't what I was..."
   "Expecting?" Comus finished her sentence.  "But of course it is.  This
is exactly what you wanted."
   "I mean," Sandra finally calmed her voice.  "I mean, no, you.  You
aren't what I was expecting."
   "Well," Comus answered, "I do my best."
   "You...  you..." Sandra stopped and took a deep breath.  "Ok, Comus.  I
know all about you.  I'm an antiquities teacher..."
   "Finally," Comus smiled.  "I'm glad to know I'm not forgotten."
   "Stand up," Sandra said, swallowing.
   "Excuse me?"
   "Stand up!" Sandra demanded.  "I want to see you."
   Comus laughed and stood.  Sandra gasped.  From his waist down...  yes!
-- she thought to herself -- he really is Comus!  He's huge!
   "You see," Comus sat back down.  "I can't hide who I am if you know me.
But knowing me won't save you from yourself."
   "My resume?" Sandra asked.
   "Of course, Mrs.  Trimball," Comus smiled broadly, "I was quite
impressed."
   "You must be thousands of years old!" Sandra blurted out.  "Think of the
things you could tell us!  Think of what what could..."
   "Mrs.  Trimball!" Comus interrupted.  "Surely, if you know me, then...
well...  do I need to say more?"
   Sandra lowered her gaze, her breasts tingled.  "Yes, Sir," her stomach
fluttered, but she smiled despite herself.  "I hope you found my resume
suitable."
   "Most suitable," Comus answered, glancing at the documents on the desk.
He took off his reading glasses.  "You understand, Mrs.  Trimball, that
being my age, my vision isn't what it used to be."
   "Yes Sir," she answered.
   Comus was gazing at her.  For the first time, Sandra realized she was
wearing a business suit, but there were holes where her nipples poked
through and her skirt was slit in front and behind.  She wasn't wearing
undergarments.  Comus studied her breasts, her belly, her hips and her
legs. "Very good," he finally said.  "Exquisite, really."
   "What woman haven't you found exquisite?" Sandra asked.
   "None," Comus answered matter-of-factly, "but no two dishes are alike,
even when prepared by a master chef."
   Sandra smiled.
   "Would you be willing to teach a class this morning?" Comus asked.
   "Of course, Sir!" Sandra answered, her sex beginning to warm and wet. 
Eroticism seemed to ooze from every corner of the room.  She resisted the
urge to rub her thighs together.
   "Then you will find your students awaiting you in Room 22 at 1:00 PM. 
You can acquaint yourself with the school until then.  Just step through
the door and into the hallway," Comus motioned to the door to his right,
"and follow the signs."
   Sandra stood.  Her thighs were damp.  Her breath was quickening.  "Thank
you, Sir." As she approached the door, Comus stood, opened the door for
her. She stopped, glancing down at him.  He was huge.  Her stomach
fluttered and her breathing grew shallow.  She felt her nipples hardening
and lengthening.  "Mrs.  Trimball?" Comus grinned at her.
   Sandra slowly fell to her knees.
   "Ah," Comus said with some amusement, "you want to drink from the cup
already?"
   "The cup?" Sandra asked.
   "Please," Comus averred, "surely you must know what all those tellers of
myths and fables meant by Comus' cup?  Did you really think that I would
offer a 'cup' to drink from?"
   Sandra smiled.  "I know that..." she said.  She took Comus' cock into
her mouth.  She sucked him, pushing him back against her throat, then
slowly let him slip out of her mouth, wet with her saliva.  "Thank you,"
she whispered, gazing up at him.
   "My pleasure," he answered, "I assure you."
   Sandra held his cock as she stood.
   "It 'is' the platonic ideal, isn't it Mrs.  Trimball?" Comus made no
effort to move.  "You're class, Mrs.  Trimball?"
   "Yes..." Sandra answered, in a daze, "my class." She let go of him and
turned.  She could feel her own moisture running down her thigh.  She had
underestimated him.  She had never before felt so much like a female --
made for nothing more than insemination.  Her intellect, her aspirations
and dreams were falling away.  She only wanted cock inside her, to be
filled.  Nothing more.  If she could have been terrified, she would have
been, but she was intoxicated.  She was grateful, guilty, excited.  She
closed the door behind her and leaned against it.
   She heard voices echoing down the hallway, like any school she had ever
been in.  The walls were yellow brick and the floor were a dull
checkerboard pattern of green and gray linoleum.  She heard raised voices
coming from a classroom several doors away.  The door opened and she saw
two students walk out.  A woman was behind them.  She wasn't close enough
to hear clearly, but the woman said something to the students, a male and
female, and the students turned and put their hands against the wall,
leaning forward.  Sandra strained to see better when the woman moved a
dildo from one hand to another.  She stepped behind the girl, put one hand
on the girl's shoulder and the other against the small of her back, forcing
the girl to push her belly down and her sex vulnerably upward, behind her.
The woman moved the dildo downward, then sharply forward.  The girl
abruptly jerked forward, her head snapped back and Sandra could see her
mouth open.  The woman moved over to the boy and did the same thing,
forcing him to stand behind the girl with his hands on the girls hips.  The
woman returned to the room.
   Sandra collected herself and walked toward them, excited, not sure of
what would happen next, but sure that it would be erotic.  She jumped,
startled.  Two students walked into the hallway next to her and stopped
when they saw her.  The girl looked out of breath, sweaty, and her face was
red.  The boy was too.  "Hi," the girl breathed.
   "Where were you?" Sandra asked.
   "We have a hall pass..." the boy quickly said.
   "I have it," the girl dangled the pass in front of her, still catching
her breath.  She blushed, if that were possible, already hot with sweat.
   The fantasy began to sink in.  She was a teacher.  She was in charge. 
She glanced at the door behind them.  "I mean, what were you doing in
there?"
   "Oh," the girl smiled, "that's the bathroom, Miss.  Are you new here?"
   "The women's room?" Sandra asked.
   The girl looked perplexed.  "No, it's just the bathroom?"
   More of the fantasy dawned on Sandra.  There 'were' no separate
bathrooms.  "What are your names?" Sandra asked.
   "Jessica."
   "Martin," the boy added.
   All the while, Sandra had been looking them over.  The boy's shirt was
unbuttoned.  His abdomen was chiseled, muscular.  He was cocky and powerful
but he was being polite.  His cock glistened and hung down from his open
pants, still tumescent but softening.  The girl was wearing a halter top,
the nipples poked through two neatly trimmed holes.  They were still hard
and one of them was wet.  There was a sheen on the girl's flat belly. 
Sandra saw something else there - a streak of cum below her belly button.
"Lift up your skirt," Sandra breathed.
   The girl glanced at the boy and lifted her skirt.  "We were quick," she
said.  "He did me from behind.  He took me right before I peed." Her thighs
were glistening.  "I didn't know he wanted me,"
   "Very good," Sandra breathed.  "Get back to class."
   The students walked away.  Through the slit in the girl's mini-skirt,
Sandra could see the boy's cum dripping out of her.
   Sandra's stomach fluttered.  She wanted to stop somewhere, to
masturbate, anything to relieve her excitement.
   As she passed the different rooms, she could hear lectures or silence.
She wanted to open every room.  She knew there was something erotic in each
one.  This was 'her' fantasy.  She could do anything she wanted.  She
stopped behind the boy and girl.  They didn't turn, but nervously glanced
at her.  The girl's breathing was uneven.  She moaned every so often.  The
boy too, was breathing awkwardly, holding his breath or gasping quietly. 
When Sandra walked next to them she could see that the girl's face was
flush, as was the boy's.  The boy's cock was rigid, straining, standing
straight out and twitching every so often.  It rested on top of the girl's
ass, between the divide.  The girl's nipples were hard and flushed, her
breasts seemed to swell against her shirt.  They were both wearing
undergarments.  The boy's cock was sticking straight through his fly, his
shorts holding the dildo in his ass.  The girl's panties were stretched
around the dildo embedded in her ass.  She held her hands against the wall.
   "What's your name?" Sandra asked the girl.
   "Jennifer, Miss."
   "Why aren't you in class?" Sandra asked her.
   She glanced up at Sandra, then back to the floor.  She was panting. 
"Because...  because..." she stuttered and swallowed, "we're getting a... a
timeout."
   "Yes, but why?"
   The girl groaned before she answered and then panted quickly.  Her
stomach seemed to spasm once and she swiveled her hips around the thing
impaling her, causing the boy to groan.  But she kept her back arched, as
if waiting to be mounted.  A small trickle ran down her thigh.  "Because...
because I said I didn't...  didn't want him to see me cum!" she answered
defiantly.
   "Why not?"
   "I...  I...please Mam" the girl stuttered and moaned.  "I...  oh...."
   "What about you?" Sandra asked, turning to the boy.
   "She's..." the boy stopped, controlling himself as his cock twitched
again.  "She's...  I don't think she's pretty."
   "Not pretty?" Sandra said, astonished.  She glanced at the girl.  Dark
brown hair.  Freckles.  Beautiful gray eyes.  Her lips were read and full.
The girl's mouth hung open.
   "Look at her!" said Sandra.  "Tell me she isn't beautiful!"
   Some other students had stopped to watch.
   "Are you going to cum?" Sandra asked the girl.
   She struggled to speak then let out a long agonizing groan.  "I...  I
can't Miss.  I'm not good at cumming this way..."
   The boy's cock twitched as he watched the girl, bent over, in front of
him, writhing on the dildo.
   "Just fuck her, Jake," said one of the boys watching.  "Don't be a
jerk."
   Sandra turned to the girl.  "Do you want to cum?"
   The girl nodded quickly, biting her lip.
   "You don't care if Jake sees you, that you'll cum on his cock?"
   The girl shook her head, then let out a sharp cry as she was thrust
forward.  The boy had pushed aside her panties and thrust his full length
into her.  "Oh please..." she whimpered.  "Make me cum..."
   The boy began thrusting.  "Turn your head.  Look at me," he said.  The
girl turned, letting him see the impending orgasm on her face.
   "Isn't she beautiful?" Sandra asked the boy.
   "Yes..." he gasped, thrusting hard.  "Fuck yes!"
   Each of his thrusts drove the dildo into her gut and his cock into her
womb.  The girl let out a barely audible cry before her belly convulsed. 
She thrust her hips backward with each spasm.  She didn't turn away, but
let the boy watch as the orgasm's agony changed her expressions.  The boy
let out a long groan, shooting deeply into the girl as he watched her. 
Then, as the convulsions slowly subsided, he bent forward, half out of
exhaustion, and french-kissed her.
   "Too turned on by her to stop yourself?" Sandra asked the boy, her
breath shallow.  He nodded.  She heard another moan behind her.  When
Sandra turned she saw the students, the girls and boys, still watching. 
The boys' cocks were hard and erect.
   Sandra reeled.  "Don't you have a class to go to?"
   The students quickly moved on.
   "And...  you...  Jennifer, you can go back to class," she stuttered. 
Jennifer stood and the boy's cum poured out of her, spattering the floor
between her feet.  She smiled shyly at the boy and opened the door to the
classroom.  The boy followed her, his hand on her ass.
   Sandra needed to cum.  "You!" she called after one of the girls who had
been watching.
   "Yes, Miss?" the girl turned.  The girl was cute.  She was small, with
narrow hips but shapely legs.  Her nipples were still hard, poking through
the holes of her sleevless top.  Her short blonde hair curled at the edges.
Her miniskirt barely covered the meeting of her legs.  It seemed to be like
a uniform.
   "Come with me."
   "Am I in trouble?" the girl asked.
   "No..." Sandra answered.  "I'm new here."
   "Oh...  ok..."
   "Can you show me around?" Sandra asked.
   "Yeah, I guess," answered the girl.  "Can you give me a pass.  I'll be
late for class."
   "Of course," Sandra answered.  "What's your name?"
   "Heather," she answered.  "What do you want to see?"
   Sandra smiled.  "Hmmm...  You have no idea.  I want to see everything.
Like you, bent over, legs straight, being fucked from behind..." Sandra was
startled by her own words.
   The girl lowered her eyes and smiled, making no answer before she
glanced up at her.
   "But why don't you show me where...." Sandra hesitated.  "Show me where
the school library is..."
   "Sure," the girl answered.  Sandra caught Heather brushing her fingers
between her legs as she stepped ahead of her.  She admired the girl's full
bottom.
   "Do the students have sex...  I mean fuck, all the time?"
   "Oh no," the girl answered.  "Some days, not so much.  Other days more.
Today's been a good day.  Everybody's kinda' horny today.  It just sort of
happens.  Sometimes when you least expect it..  I mean, sometimes you get
laid when you least expect it." Sandra glanced in some of the rooms as they
walked down the hallway.  There was always a nipple showing, or legs.  She
saw one or two male teachers, their large cocks hanging from an open
crotch.
   "What if you don't want to have sex?" Sandra asked.
   "We don't have to...some of the younger students are shy, so we make
them cum instead."
   "What if they don't want to cum?"
   "I guess they just don't admit students who aren't ready to learn..."
   "So you don't force anyone against their will?"
   The girl smiled to herself before she answered.  "Well...  one of the
things we learn is what makes sex fun.  It isn't about making you do what
you don't want, but making you want what you don't do."
   "Like what?" Sandra asked, her excitement rising.
   "Like..." the girl hesitated, shy.
   "Like letting a stranger watch you while somebody makes you cum."
   Sandra imagined what the girl must have done.  "I've noticed that some
girls are wearing blue ribbons in their hair..." she said, remembering
another girl.
   "Oh...  that..." the girl hestitated.  "That's sort of a secret...."
   "Sort of?"
   "Well...  the teacher's aren't supposed to know..."
   Sandra and the girl walked in silence as they came to a tee.  The girl
led her left.  Sandra thought she heard grunting somewhere -- the sounds of
sex.  "Where is that coming from?"
   "It's nice to hear, isn't it," said Heather.  "Probably somebody being
punished."
   They heard a girl's high pitched orgasm followed by rythmic gasps.
   Sandra paused.  "How can anybody stand it?"
   The girl smiled.  "It's hard isn't it.  Every time I hear it I want
something to fill me up."
   "Where's the bathroom?"
   "Right there," the girl pointed.
   "This way," Sandra pulled the girl by her elbow.
   The door closed behind them and Sandra pushed the girl against the wall,
kissing her deeply, panting.  She felt the girl twist against her and open
her legs, panting with her.  She slid her fingers between the girl's legs
and into her body.  The girl arched her back and exhaled loudly, driving
her should blades into the wall behind her as her pelvis followed Sandra's
fingers forward, her g-spot beings stroked.  "Don't stop!  Please, Miss"
she gasped.  She gripped Sandra's wrists as she stared back at her,
groaning and writhing on Sandra's fingers.
   The door opened behind them.  An underclassmen walked in, stopping when
he saw them.  His cock hardened and straightened.  He slid his hand over
it, beginning to masturbate.  "Cum for him," Sandra whispered in Heather's
ear.
   Sandra felt the girl's body tighten.  "Do it!"
   "Oh...  oh god!" the girl cried and closed her legs, her hips twisting.
"Please!  I...  No!"
   Sandra kissed her, trying to taste her orgasm.  The girl groaned into
her mouth as she abruptly convulsed and slumped against the wall.
   "Oh..." the girl groaned with a wisp of a smile.
   Sandra smiled at the boy.  He stopped, as though embarrassed, and turned
away toward the urinals.
   There was a row against the wall.  The toilets were opposite, not in
stalls but one next to the other, out in the open.  In any normal world,
the windows would have been high up the wall or frosted, but the windows of
the bathroom were clear with a view of the school commons.  Anyone walking
by could look into the bathroom.  There were students playing frizbee and
football further in the grass.  Even as Sandra watched, several passersby
walked in front of the bathroom window.
   Sandra began to wonder if this was more than just a fantasy created in
Comus' fun house, but a parallel world where the body and sex were like
breathing and handshakes.  The world was intoxicating and terrifying.  She
saw the boy's hips jerk forward, once, twice, then slowly relax.  She
couldn't see his cock.  She imagined his white cum spurting into the
urinal, too embarrassed to be seen.
   Heather was watching him too, her breathing returning to normal.
   "Take me to the library, honey," said Sandra.  The girl glanced downward
again, and smiled -- a coy, alluring look that beguiled Sandra.  She led
Sandra out, the girl's cum glistening between her thighs.  Just as they
reached the library door, Sandra heard classroom doors open and students
poor into the hallway -- nipples showed, young breasts and penises.  Some
students seemed more shy than others.  Sandra brushed her own nipples, a
jolt of excitement running through her loins, before she forced herself
into the library.  The door closed behind her.  An older, gray haired woman
glanced up at her, peering over her reading glasses.  She was the first
older woman Sandra had seen.
   "I know why you're here," the woman said, a strong English accent.
   "Oh..." Sandra's ardor suddenly cooled.  "Who...  who are you?" she
stuttered.
   "You may call me Ms.  Egerton," said the librarian.
   "My god..." Sandra stuttered again.  "Alice?"
   "Yes, my dear," the woman answered.  "Alice Egerton.  Ms.  Egerton will
do fine.  Now, I must ask you: Have you enjoyed what you have seen?"
   "Yes..."
   "Then let me ask you," Ms.  Egerton continued.  "Did you see anyone
holding hands?"
   "No..."
   "Did anyone ever refer to a boyfriend or a girlfriend?"
   "No."
   "And you will not find any classes on music, art, poetry, history,
philosophy, science..."
   Sandra said nothing.
   "Do you know why?"
   "How is it possible?  How are you here?  Why?"
   "Why?" Egerton peered at Sandra.  "To save you from yourself.  So that
you will know what Comus will take from you.  What he offers does not come
without a price..."
   "Price?" Sandra asked.
   "Immortality," Egerton said, "comes with a price..."
   "What?"
   "Your life."
   "How is that possible?"
   "Immortality is the denial of life, Ms.  Trimball.  Life grows, changes,
renews itself.  Immortality does not.  He will give you perpetual youth,
but at what cost?  Love is learned over a lifetime.  There is no love in
Comus' world - only lust, only the present.  Every day you spend in Comus'
world, you will forget a day.  The memory of you will fade from the
memories of your acquaintances until you yourself forget who you are."
   "Maybe that's what I want.."
   "Maybe it is, my dear," Egerton answered, "but consider well.  Everyone
whom you have met are impoverished creatures.  They remember only the year
that has gone before.  Each day they spend here, they forget the day of a
year before.  They are immortal, but their world is nothing more than an
endless repetition.  They have no future and no past.  If this is what you
want, then it can be yours..."
   "But all these..."
   "Students?" Egerton finished Sandra's question.  "Do you really think
they are what they appear to be?  This is their fantasy as well..."
   "But..."
   "That is all I have time for Ms.  Trimball..." Egerton interrupted.  "If
you want to see the truth, put on these glasses.  Good day."
   The old woman closed the book at her desk and removed her reading
glasses, putting them next to the book.  She smiled at Sandra as she rose
and left the room.  The door closed behind her.  Sandra suddenly rushed
after her, opening the door to the hallway, but Egerton was gone.  When she
turned back to the library, there were students where there had been none.
The glasses were still on the table.
   She didn't want the truth though.  She wanted the fantasy.
   She left the glasses on the table.  She turned to watch a a young couple
at a study desk.  Yes, this is what she wanted.  She walked past the desk.
The boy was sitting with his legs open, his cock jutting through his opened
fly, and a girl was kneeling between them.  She wore a black mini-skirt and
a sleeveless black top.  She held a book in one hand and his cock in the
other.  The boy's cock was hard and red.  The girl, wearing glasses, was
studying the book.  "It says," Sandra heard her say, "that something should
have happened by now...  wait...  it says: If ejaculation has not occurred,
further movement may be required by the female.  For more immediate
effects, use mouth...mouth?" The boy groaned as the girl looked up at him,
moving her hand slowly up and down.  "Are you sure anything comes out of
here besides pee?"
   "I don't know..." the boy breathed.  "You're making my penis feel funny
though, really funny...like...  it's never felt this way before..."
   Surely, thought Sandra, they must be play-acting.  "What's your name,
honey?" Sandra asked the girl.
   "Samantha, Miss" the girl answered.
   "Have you checked out the book?"
   "Yes, Miss," the girl answered.
   "Let me see it." Sandra held out her hand.
   "Am I doing something wrong?" the girl asked, handing her the book, her
other hand still slowly milking the boy's cock.
   "No, I'll give it right back to you..." Sandra flipped to the library
card.  She saw Samantha's name written in the checkout box during other
years, some going back further than than Sandra's own age.  Egerton was
right.
   Sandra handed the book back to the girl.  "Have you ever read this book
before?" she asked.
   "No, Miss," the girl answered.  The boy shifted in his seat, panting,
   And then a different kind of curiosity began to stir in Sandra.  "Go
ahead," she said.
   "Ok...  are you gonna' watch?" the girl asked.
   "Of course," said Sandra.  "It looks like you're on the last
paragraph..."
   "I am, Miss," the girl answered.  "It says here that if the male has not
yet ejaculated, that it may be necessary to increase the speed of the
female's application....  hmm..."the girl mused.  "Ejaculate?  Are you
feeling the ejaculate?" she asked the boy.  "It says you should be feeling
it start to come out."
   The boy began to stiffen.  "It...  it...  it feels 'really' funny... 
something tightening...  like...  like..."
   The girl gazed up at the boy, excited, feeling that she was doing
something right.  "Like this?" she asked.  And she pumped his cock quicker
and quicker.
   The boy suddenly stiffened, gripping the chair tightly, raising his butt
from the seat.  His eyes widened and he stared at the girl, holding his
breath.  The first spurt streaked the girl's glasses and hair, some jetting
over her head and onto the floor.  The boy grunted and groaned.  The second
spurt spattered the girl's lips and neck, the rest dripping down her
sleeveless black top, over her breasts.  Her nipples strained against the
fabric.
   "You...  you...  made it come out!"
   "Wow!" the girl said, tasting the cum on her lips.  "It doesn't taste
like pee."
   "Can every girl do that?"
   "That and more..." said Sandra, her head swimming with desire.  "That's
what we're made for."
   "I want to do it again," the boy said, intoxicated by sight of his cum
on the girl.  "I want...  what else can girls do?"
   "Whatever you want..." Sandra breathed.
   "I..." the boy blushed, "like what?"
   Sandra's heart raced, relishing her part as teacher.  "Do you know where
the semen is supposed to go?"
   The students shook their heads.
   "It goes inside the girl or woman," Sandra answered.
   "Inside her?" asked the boy, incredulously.  "How?"
   "In my mouth?" asked the girl.
   "That's one way," answered Sandra.  "But that's not where it's meant to
go."
   "Then where?" asked the boy.
   "You have to put your penis between the girls legs and penetrate her, so
that your cock is inside her belly."
   "I want to..." said the boy.
   "Inside my belly?" asked the girl, looking astonished.
   "Stand up." Sandra said to the girl.  The girl stood, nervously and let
Sandra back her against the edge of a desk.  Then Sandra took the boy's
hand and guided it under the girl's miniskirt, between her legs.  The girl
gasped.  "That's her clit," said Sandra.  The girl groaned and stood on her
toes.  "That's her pussy," she guided the boy's fingers inside the girl. 
"That's where you're cock goes.  All girls are made this way.  All of them
are made for your cock."
   "For my cock?" asked the boy.
   "Watch what happens," said Sandra.  And she curled the boy's fingers
inside the girl's pussy, forcing them against her g-spot.  The girl's
breathing deepened and she began to moan.  She spread her legs wider. 
"Don't stop," said Sandra.  "You see?  She's opening her legs for you. 
It's instinctual."
   The girl began to pant and whimper.
   "Don't make her cum," Sandra pulled his hand away.  The girl gazed at
him, half astonished, then slowly leaned back onto the desk, widening her
thighs and bringing her knees back.  Her skirt flopped backwards over her
belly.
   "You see," said Sandra.  "She does it and doesn't know why."
   Sandra moved behind the boy, taking his cock into her hand, and pushed
him forward between the girl's legs.  "This is where it goes," she said
quietly, licking his ear, pushing his cock downward and toward the girl's
opening.  "This is how you fuck." She pushed the boy forward and the girl
inhaled sharply with a high pitched gasp.  She arched her back on the desk
and she grabbed its edge, her sex penetrated and stretched around the boy's
cock.  Sandra pushed the boy again, her finger in his ass, the girl grunted
and her head snapped back as the full length of the boy's cock filled her.
She panted.
   "It's ok," Sandra said to the girl.  "It only hurts for a moment.  Every
woman before you was taken the same way.  This is what you were made for."
   The boy began moving back and forth, instinctively knowing what he had
to do.
   "How does it feel to be inside a girl?" Sandra asked.
   "Uh!" the boy answered, his motions quickening.  "So good!" The girl's
gasps rose in pitch.  She spread her legs wider, fully opening her belly to
the boy's thrusts.  "Oh!" she gasped, her neck and back still rigidly bent.
"Oh Jason!"
   "Jason what?" Sandra asked.
   "Please...  please do me, Jason," the girl panted.
   "The word is fuck."
   "Please fuck me, Jason..."
   "That's it," Sandra began touching herself, "let it happen.  It's
perfectly natural..."
   And then the girl came, bucking on the desk, legs opened wide, breasts
swollen, nipples tight against the fabric of her top.  The boy clenched his
teeth and shouted, letting his cock empty deeply inside her.  The boy's
orgasm seemed to go on well after the girl was done.  She lay listlessly on
the table as her belly was filled.  The boy's cock finally slipped out of
her.
   "You did it," Sandra said to the boy.  "See how natural it all is?"
   "I want to do it again," breathed the girl.
   "Don't worry, sweaty," Sandra answered.  "Just bend over when you want
to be fucked...  boys are easy."
   Most of the other students in the library were watching.  One boy,
however, one who Sandra recognized, was watching her -- the cocky one, the
one who had fucked the girl in the bathroom.  He grinned at Sandra when she
saw him and turned, leaving the library.  Sandra's stomach tingled.
   She wanted to cool off.  She didn't want the fantasy to end too soon.
   She turned into the stacks, finding all of the books to be on one
subject -- sex.  She pulled one off the shelf, opened to a random page, and
peered at a finely painted illustration.  The illustration was of a woman
kneeling on the ground.  Her hands were bound at the small of her back and
a spreader bar kept her knees apart.  She was looking back over her
shoulder, fearfully, her mouth open.  A chopping block was symbolically
placed under her head.  A man stood behind her, clothed and armored.  One
hand was sweeping his cape behind him, enough so that one could see that
that he held his erect cock in the other.  It curved upward beneath his
breast plate like a long curving scimitar.  Sandra easily understood the
symbolism.  The girl's maidenhead was about to be taken.  She hurriedly put
the book back, resisting a strangely overwhelming urge to kneel in the same
position as the girl in the illustration.
   Sandra walked further between the stacks and then heard bells ringing
the end of a period.  The familiar sounds of doors opening, students
filling the hall, laughter and talking drifted into the library.  Sandra
hurried out of the library.  The sight of naked, semi-naked and
tantalizingly clothed students took her breath away.  Some of the boys were
hard.  Their cocks bobbed in front of them.  Without pants on, there was
nothing to hide their arousal.  Had they been looking at one of the girls?
Were they fantasizing about fucking?  Sandra watched one of them, a younger
boy.  He stood with some other boys in front of hallway lockers, but she
could see that he was looking past his friends, at the round hips and ass
of red haired girl facing away from him, talking with a circle of her
friends.  She wore a tight fitting skirt that fell to her knees, but there
was an opening sown into the skirt at the meeting of her thighs, round and
about the width of an engorged cock.
   Other boys were hard as they glanced at this or that girl passing by
them.  Some weren't hard at all or were softening as they talked to
friends. The cocks of one or two, Sandra noticed, were glistening and soft,
wet with a girls mouth or insides.  Cum beaded at the tip of one.  It was
always harder to tell if the girls were aroused.  Some nipples strained
against shirts or blouses.  Some nipples simply poked through holes that
had been sown into the garments.  Some of these were pierced.  The thighs
of some girls glistened, whether with arousal our the cum of some boy, she
couldn't tell.  One girl was flushed and red.  Cum dripped from between her
legs.  She listened to another circle of friends, still too breathless to
talk.
   Sandra smelled food.  It was lunch time.  Some, though not all, of the
students were gathering and walking toward the far end of the hall.  A
man's voice shocked Sandra out of her revery.
   "Excuse me?" she said, turning behind her.
   "You must be new..." said a man, another teacher she guessed.  He looked
in his early thirties.  His dark hair was drawn back in a ponytail and he
wore thick black glasses.  He was trim and his buttonless black shirt
outlined his flat abdomen.  He wore black pants, opened in the front, like
chaps.  His cock and balls were hairless and Sandra only belatedly caught
herself staring.  She turned away, blushing.
   "It's nothing to be ashamed of Miss Trimball," said the man.  "I expect
it."
   "Oh," said Sandra, a little piqued by his presumption.  "I missed your
name."
   "Greg," he answered.
   "Greg..." Sandra began but gasped when he casually reached up and rolled
her nipples between his fingers.  She had forgotten that her own business
suit was bare, allowing her nipples to poke through.  Her hands closed
around his and she let out a small groan when he pinched.  Despite herself,
she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his fingers.  She was already
intoxicated with too much eroticism.
   "Wonderful," he said.  "Very nice.  Very sensual."
   Sandra said nothing, her mouth open, as he continued to roll and pinch
her nipples.  Students passed by, some watching as they passed.  She felt a
boy's hard cock bounce off her hip as he squeezed by.  "Please..." she
groaned, the hint of release suddenly overwhelming her.
   "Please what?" Greg smiled.  "Let go?"
   "Is...  is that how you usually say hello?" she managed to ask.
   Greg let go.  She saw that his cock was hardening as he looked her over.
"Not always," he answered.
   "Is that what you teach your students?" Sandra asked.
   "Yes.  Male dominance," he answered.  "And you?" he asked.
   "I...  I..." she stuttered and then collected her thoughts.  "I'm just
observing."
   "You are very sensual," he said, "and submissive, I think.  I've been
needing an assistant."
   "I'm not interested," Sandra smiled.
   Greg smiled in return.  His cock was fully erect now and Sandra knew it
was for her, her hips and belly.  She had seen men hard before, but in an
everyday world where it was half hidden, straining against pants,
deliberately concealed.  Somehow, seeing a man's arousal so brazenly
directed at her made her feel more female than she ever had.  She was
breathlessly aware of what was expected of her and her body.
   "Turn around," he said.
   Her heart raced.  Her stomach tingled.
   "I said: Turn around!  I want to see your ass again."
   Without saying a word, her breath growing shallow, she turned.  She ran
her hands down her hips and up again, hearing his voice behind her.  "Very
nice," he said.  "Tight ass.  Tight hips.  Just the kind I prefer."
   "Is that all we are?" Sandra glanced over her shoulder.  "Ass?  Pussy?
Tits?"
   "Yes, to me," Greg answered, grabbing her hair and holding her.  "But
not to everyone here.  This is a private school.  Everything is taught
here. Whatever you want, you can have.  Do you want me to fuck you?  Right
here?  Right now?"
   "Here?  In the middle of the hallway?  In front of all these students?"
   "Of course."
   Sandra felt lightheaded.  She watched the students still gathered in the
hallways.  talking, moving from one room to another, waiting for the next
bell to ring.  In front of some lockers, a girl was on her knees giving a
boy a blowjob.  There was so much more she wanted to see.  She wanted to
see how the students lived in this fantasy world.  What were their dorms
like.  What was it like outside the school?  Was there another world? 
"No." She managed to say, even as she wanted to feel him bend her forward,
to feel his cock pierce her from behind.
   He let go of hair and spoke into her ear.  "Do you want me to tell you
about these students?"
   "Yes..." Her attention fell on the circle of boys, and the one who was
watching the girl's ass.  His cock was red, stiffer than it had been
before, upward and almost flat against his belly.  He wasn't paying
attention to the boys anymore but they noticed him.  One of them nudged
him, glanced at the girl and laughed.  He held his hands in front of him as
though he was holding a girl by the hips, moved his hips back and forth in
a fucking motion.  His flaccid cock flopped back and forth.
   One of the girls noticed the boy with the hard-on, saw what his friends
were doing, and knew who the boy wanted.  She whispered in her friend's
ear, who still had her ass to the boy.  The girl on the other side also
glanced at the boy's cock before she whispered in the girl's other ear. 
Almost imperceptibly, the girl's stance changed.  Sandra could tell that
the girl's breathing had changed too.  Her friends giggled, glancing at the
boy.
   The girl's stance widened, as far as it could in her tight dress.  The
boys around Ted were demonstrating the various ways they fucked girls. 
They were getting hardons too, and the other girls were glancing at them.
   "I think Sarah knows he's going to fuck her this time," said Greg, still
behind Sandra.  "The boy's name is Ted.  He's always been shy.  We've known
he's liked Sarah since the semester started.  Usually, he just masturbates
when around her.  The boy's are always less mature, you know.  He stares at
her in class, masturbating when he should be paying attention.  At the very
least, he should take her out and fuck her on a bathroom break.  It's a
distraction for her too.  She's also started masturbating in class, knowing
that he's watching her.  She never did before."
   Finally, and without looking back, Sarah slowly walked away from the
other girls to a water fountain, weaving through other students.  She bent
over to drink.  Sandra gasped, seeing the girl's pussy slowly framed by the
hole in her dress as she bent over.  "She wants him to mount her," said
Greg, pulling on Sandra's nipples.  Ted, the shy boy, stared at her ass
until one of the other boys pushed him toward the girl.  He walked slowly
up to her, behind her, slowly reached forward and touched her hip.  When
she didn't move he took hold of her hips.  She raised her head, as if to
breath, then began to drink from the fountain again.  The boy pushed his
cock down, pushing the tip at the hole in her dress, pressing himself
against the opening lips of her sex.  When she didn't move or turn , but
moved her hands as if to study herself against the fountain, he pushed.  A
look of intense pleasure passed over him as he slid into the girl and
Sandra heard the abrupt, familiar gasp of a girl being penetrated, even
over the noise of the hallway.  Sandra had made it many times herself (and
would again).  The girl's mouth fell open.  She was pushed forward by the
boy's thrust.  The water momentarily flowed over her cheek and hair.  And
then the boy was pumping, quick and hard, finally inside the girl he had
fantasized about for so long.  One would have thought they were dry humping
if Sandra hadn't seen the perfectly placed hole in the girl's dress and the
cock that penetrated it.  Underneath her clothes, there was a cock inside
her.
   "I expect you to present when you are ready to be mounted," said Greg
from behind her, and then he stepped around her, letting go of her swelling
nipples.  She watched him as he approached one of the girls among the
circle they had been watching.  He picked one out, a waifish girl with
short blonde hair wearing a black tube skirt and whispered in her ear.  She
blushed, then sheeplishly left the other girls, disappearing into the
nearest classroom.
   The bell rang and the crowded hall quickly began to clear.  The boy was
still fucking Sarah, holding the girl tight by the hips.  His pace
increased when he heard the bell.  The girl's cries were rising in pitch
with almost every thrust into her belly.  She was arching her back and
staring at the floor.  Her nipples stood proudly through the holes in her
top.  The boy suddenly cried out and held himself hard against her ass,
spurting into her belly.  When he backed away, it was with a kind of
surprise -- surprise at what he had just done in the hallway in front of
everyone - consumed by lust.  He was breathing hard.  The girl remained
bent over.  The lips of her pussy were opened, almost as wide as the hole
in her dress and the boy's cum began to drip out and down the back of her
dress.  When she finally stood up, she did so slowly, keeping her ass
turned to the boy, her back arched, keeping her pussy available to him . 
The boy's cum streaked the back of her dress like a mark, starting from the
hole, slipping down the divide of her ass and to the hem.  She was taken.
The girl smiled at the boy, sensuously, then finally turned , kissing him
deeply, pressing her nipples against him.
   Sandra had seen enough.  Her own sex was swollen and ached.  She
wondered what Greg had done with the girl and hurried into the classroom.
Whatever had happened was over.  The girl was leaning against her elbows,
against the wall with her legs together and ass out, her tube skirt rucked
around her waist.  She was flushed and sweating, eyes half closed and
forehead against the wall.  She had been fucked.  Her nipples were dark red
and poked through the holes in her dress.  Greg was behind her, just
straightening his shirt.  His softening cock glistened.  "Ah, Miss
Trimball," he smiled at her.  "I needed relief.  How could I turn Peanut
down?" He smiled and casually left the room.
   Sandra stepped behind the girl.  Cum was just dripping down her thighs.
"Did you enjoy that?"
   "Yes, Miss," the girl groaned.
   "Is your name, Peanut?"
   "That's my nickname, Miss."
   "Why?"
   "Cause I'm so small..."
   "And tight?"
   "And tight..."
   "What did he do?"
   "He told me to turn around and push my ass out," the girl answered.
   "And then he fucked you?"
   "Yes, Miss."
   "In your tight pussy?"
   "Yes, Miss."
   "Where?"
   "In my tight pussy, Miss..."
   "Did you cum?"
   "No, Mam."
   "Do you like being fucked from behind in your tight pussy?"
   The girl nodded.  "I'm his favorite." She pushed her ass out and turned
a sultry gaze toward Sandra.  "He goes so deep..."
   "Can any teacher fuck you?"
   "Yes, if we're in their class, Miss," she answered.
   "Do you have a class to get to?"
   The girl reluctantly straightened.  "Sometimes," she breathed, "if I
stay like this, another guy will fuck me."
   "You like being treated like this?" Sandra asked.
   "Some of my friends don't like it," the girl answered.  "But I like it."
   "Get to class," Sandra said and spanked the girl's ass.
   The girl gasped and blushed.  "Yes, Mam."
   Sandra lifted her hand, wet with the girl's cum and Greg's semen.  She
licked her hand.  She needed to cum.  The taste was like an aphrodisiac,
making her stomach tingle and her sex ache.
   She walked back out into the hallway, all but empty.  She followed back
the way she had come when she had first entered the school and soon found
the cafeteria.  The space wasn't overly large.  Several round tables were
already filled with students.  There was a line for the food and Sandra
followed three girls ahead of her.  The first girl was standing hard behind
a boy, who seemed to be a grade lower.  At first Sandra wasn't sure what
she was doing, but when she heard the other girls giggle and heard the boy
moan she took notice.  The girl's arm was moving rhythmically and when the
boy turned to take a tray and silverware, she could see that the girl was
pumping his cock.  It was hard and read, jutting straight ahead.
   "Are you gonna' cum, baby?" she asked.
   The boy ignored her, or tried.  He fumbled with the silverware before
arranging it on the tray.  He turned and the girl turned with him, her fist
still pumping him.
   "You boys just can't stop yourself can you?" She said in his ear.  "Are
you gonna' spray on the floor?  On the girl in front of you?  That would be
naughty but you can't help yourself, can you?  You gotta' spray her don't
you?"
   "Make him do it, Denise..." said one of the girls.
   "I can make you do it anytime I want, can't I?" Denise asked the boy.
   They moved forward and the boy tried to ignore her, putting food on his
tray.
   "Look at that girl's ass in front of you.  Look at how perfect, tight
and round it is.  Don't you just want to stick it in?  Right here?  Right
now?"
   The boy moaned softly.
   "Denise, leave him alone." The girl in front of him turned.
   "You know you want to get fucked..."
   "Not hardly," the girl answered and turned away as the line moved
forward.
   "Bend over, Sheryl, just a little," Denise said to the girl.
   "No," the girl answered without turning.
   Sandra felt the tip of someone's cock against her own ass.  She turned
to see a younger boy behind her.  He was small, younger, brown haired and
looked embarrassed but Sandra guessed he was turned on by what the others
were doing.  He looked too young to be enrolled.  When she turned away she
felt the boy's cock slide between her thighs.  She gasped at the girth of
the boy's cock, surprised.  It felt huge.  Her stomach tingled.  The lust
of the fantasy cast its spell on her.  She didn't move.  She felt the boy's
large cock slide quickly back and forth.  It's purple head appeared and
disappeared below her belly button when she glanced down.
   Denise continued to masturbate the boy, distracting Sandra.  "Don't you
want to fuck her?" she asked.  "Doesn't she have a great ass?  Isn't it
begging for cock?" The boy's hips were slipping softly against her ass, but
he didn't try to penetrate her.  Should she bend forward?
   As Denise stroked the boy, he stared at the girl's ass.  He moaned and
his hips suddenly convulsed.  His cum streaked the girl's back and
splattered her ass.  He turned just as the girl in front of him spun
around. The last of his cum jetted onto her tray of food and his. 
"Asshole!" she said to the boy.  "Denise is right about all of you.  You
see my ass and you spray!  Did I turn you on that much?"
   The other girls giggled and pointed to her tray and his.
   Sandra saw a string of white spurt again and again from between her
legs, in front of her, as if the large head convulsing between her thighs
were her own cock .  The boy behind her slid back and forward.  The warmth
of his cum smeared against Sandra's pussy and thighs.  She heard the boy
groan and sigh.
   "You gotta eat it, Sheryl," said Denise.  "I bet his cum will taste real
good on your tater-tots."
   "Real clever..." the other girl murmured and stormed off.
   The boy called after her, shyly.
   "You're apologizing to her?" Denise taunted the boy, "for spraying all
over her ass?  What a loser..." She leaned forward, whispering loudly in
his ear.  "That's what girl's asses are for." Then she and her friends went
off to their table.  The boy went to his, his cock dangling in front of
him. Sandra's own thighs dripped with cum.
   "Miss?"
   Sandra turned to the boy behind her.  "Yes?"
   "Can you...  can you..."
   "What?" Sandra asked.
   "Lick it clean?"
   "What?" Sandra asked again, surprised.
   "I saw some other girls do it..."
   "You want ME to do it?"
   "Yeah," the boy ran his hand over the till swollen and glistening head.
   Sandra glanced back at the line behind them, maybe seven or eight.  Her
stomach turned and tingled.  Lightheaded and drunk with the fantasy, she
knelt and her mouth slowly closed over the boy's cock.  She looked up at
the others.  She could see some of the other boy's getting hard.  Yes, she
thought to herself, I want to live in this fantasy.  She ran her tongue up
and over and underneath the boy's cock until the head of it nearly pressed
the back of her throat.  He was clean.  She started to let him go when she
felt the boy's hands against the back of her head.  She glanced up,
annoyed, before her mouth was filling with semen, spurt after spurt.  He
met her gaze, but his eyes were unfocused.  She swallowed and swallowed
again, gazing up at him, until she felt the boy's final spasm.  Once again,
she licked him clean.
   "That was good," he said.  "You're really good at that."
   Sandra stood, shakily, annoyed and also strangely turned on.  Annoyed
that a boy, so much younger than her, addressed her like some sex toy, but
also turned on.  She knelt at his feet.  His cock had been in her mouth. 
His cum was in her belly.  She was a female.  She was doing what she was
supposed to do.  He was a male.  If he had told her to turn around, to get
on her knees and bend forward, that's what she would have done.  She was
female.  Her breaths came in gasps, momentarily lost in her fantasy.
   Thankfully, the boy walked around her as she stood, dumbly.  There was
laughing and eating and chattering, almost normal if it weren't for the
nudity and near nudity.  She saw Greg already eating at another table with
instructors she hadn't met.  She filled a tray of food and joined them.
   She sat next to another woman, beautiful with raven black hair and dark
eyes.  She was wearing a crotch-less cat suit .  Sandra couldn't sit
comfortably.  Her sex ached.  Her fingers wiped at the cum between her
thighs and without thinking, she raised her hand up to lick.  The taste of
food mixed with the taste of cum.  Trying to dispel the mist of arousal,
she asked what would have been a normal questions in any other word. 
"What's going on outside the school?"
   "We're playing an arch-rival tonight..." said the woman.  "My name is
Kira, by the way, yours?"
   "Sandra," she answered.  "What's the game?"
   "Football," Greg answered.
   "We're rooting for our quarterback, more than for the team tonight,"
Kira said flatly.
   "Why is that?" Sandra asked.
   "So he can fuck the cheerleader..." the woman answered and took a bite
of salad.  "So you like the taste of Cum?"
   "What?" Sandra asked.
   "Cum," said the woman.  "There...  on your chin."
   "Oh," Sandra blushed.  "I guess..."
   "The quarterback on the winning team," Greg continued where Kira left
off.  "Gets to pick a cheerleader from the other team and fuck her in front
of the losing team."
   Sandra said nothing at first.  The way women were used in this world
both frightened and tantalized her.  "What if the cheerleader refuses?"
Sandra asked.
   "She can," Kira answered.  "But then she has to pick another one on her
team."
   "But most don't," added Greg.  "It's an old tradition and besides, we
only play schools that are part of the tradition.  Aztecs, you know, used
to behead the losing team.  We're civilized, we only inseminate their
women. It's the winner's right.  You look surprised."
   "I want to see one of these game," said Sandra, absent-mindedly stroking
herself.  She was getting close to orgasm, unable to help herself. 
"What... what else is going on?" she asked, distracted.
   "Gossip," said the red-haired instructor, "that's all."
   "There's a lot more than that," said Kira, flatly.  "Gossip is about as
intellectual as you get, Tina."
   Sandra closed her eyes and tilted her head back.  She was close but she
forced herself to straighten.  "I have to go," she stood.  She left her
tray at the table.  Greg watched her, smiling.  He had already had his
pussy.  She hurried out of the cafeteria, sure that every man and boy was
watching her, instinctively aware of her readiness to be mounted.  They
could see it in the way she moved her hips and the hardness of her nipples.
She was back in the hallway.  Where?
   She hurried without knowing where and barged into a waiting room with a
row of chairs against opposite walls.  Two girls and a boy were sitting
across from each other and parents were next to them, two mothers and a
father.  She recognized the boy, the same one whose cum she had swallowed
while they had been waiting in line.  He was hard again.  Youth - thought
Sandra.  Which parent went with which Sandra couldn't guess.  When her gaze
caught the boy's cock again, she couldn't help but linger.  He was sitting
with his legs open.  He had probably been staring at the girls opposite
him. His cock was half erect, suspended in the air between his thighs, as
if pointed at the girls.  If the girls had noticed, only their erect
nipples gave a clue.  Or maybe they were cold.  But for the opening around
their sexes, the boy and the two girls were fully dressed.  The boy's jeans
were open around his cock and the girls wore tight fitting skirts, one was
red and the other plaid.  Their blouses were cut with openings around their
nipples and in their skirts where their thighs met.  As always, the clothes
were tailored to allow copulation quickly and suddenly if need be, and
without their removal.  The parents were dressed the same.  The father of
one of the girls, curly hair just graying with a beard and mustache, was
studying the girl in red, his own cock heavy but not erect.  Sandra might
have left, but she heard a girl's moan and rhythmic cries come from behind
the door opposite to the one she had opened.  There was a chocked scream
and then silence.
   No wonder the boy was bone-hard, she thought to herself.
   The door opened, a small brunette girl walked through wearing a jean
miniskirt and t-shirt.  Her face was flushed, her gaze heavy-lidded, and
the nipples of her large breasts were full and swollen.  She had her hand
on her belly when she glanced shyly at the others.  She lingered when
peering at the boy's cock and Sandra was sure that her eyes fluttered.
   The brunette's mother stood and took the girl's hand.
   "What did..." Sandra began...
   "Oh...  hi," said a young man, appearing behind the girl in the doorway.
"What can I do for you?" He patted the brunette's ass.  The girl
absent-mindedly archdc her ass back toward him before she blushed and
followed her mother to the chair.
   "I'm sorry..." Sandra began to say.
   "Oh no, don't be," the young man answered.  "This is the admissions
office.  I'm James Rogan.  Are you new here?"
   "Yes," Sandra answered.
   "Delightful," said the young man.
   "What did you do..."
   "Oh," the man interrupted Sandra, "I'm sorry.  I can't tell you that. 
We have a policy of confidentiality."
   Sandra glanced at the man's cock.  He was tumid, but not wet with the
girl's juices.  She wondered what had been done to the girl.  The brunette
was rubbing her abdomen, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth half-open, as if
she wanted to move her hand lower, to her pussy.  Her hips moved back and
forth, imperceptibly.  She didn't want to be seen.  And yet her high heeled
shoes only emphasized her state, causing her to arch her ass backwards and
thrust her breasts forward.  The boy was staring hard at the gir's hips and
breasts.  His cock was fully erect, pressed against his belly button. 
There was no doubt as to the effect the girl's signals were having on him.
Once again, Sandra thrilled at the blatant, raw sexuality of this world. 
This young female was going to be mounted and fucked by the end of the day.
   "Miss?"
   "Oh..." Sandra returned her attention to the young man.
   "Your name, Miss?"
   "Sandra."
   "Sandra," he smiled, "I have to see Ginger next.  Visit again, I would
love to chat with you..." He ran his hand over his cock and pulled back,
squeezing it.  Sandra knew what he meant.  In any other world she would
have been disgusted by him, but in this world her stomach tingled.
   He held out his hand for the girl in plaid.  "Where did your parents
go?" he asked her.
   "They just went to look around."
   "Good," he said.  "Come here...  now turn around..."
   The girl did as he asked.
   "Very good, now arch your back."
   The girl tried not to look at anyone else as she pushed her ass
backward.
   "No, not like that," he said.  "Like a boy or man is behind you.  He's
hard.  You can feel his cock brushing up against your ass...  yes... 
good...  imagine you feel the tip moving down, sweety, toward this little
place in your skirt, this little opening.  Surely you've felt that before?
What's he looking for, Ginger?  Don't you want to show him what he's
looking for?  - what's between your legs?"
   The girl closed her eyes, her lips parting.  She was nervous, trying not
to be.  Her hardening nipples pushed forward as she arched.  Her belly grew
taut as her pussy swiveled back and upward, the slickening lips stretched
by her upraised ass, opening for the imaginary cock behind her.  "Very
good," said the young man.  "I can see your pussy.  Your daughter is lovely
Mr.  Drey." He took a deep breath and brushed his hands over her hips, then
forward, pressing below her belly, at the joining of her legs.  "Beautiful.
Oh my...  What if it weren't imaginary?  This cock?" He moved behind her.
She seemed to hesitate, then blushed.  "What if it were real?" he asked. 
She gasped and her eyes widened as her body was slowly penetrated from
behind.  The young man groaned.  "If you don't mind," he said to the girl's
father.  "It's been a long day.  I can't resist your daughter.  I'll be
just be a moment."
   The girl's father nodded and encouraged his daughter.  She moaned and
closed her eyes as his hip moved languorously back then gasped when he
thrust sharply forward again.  Then he fucked her quick and hard.  The
girl's sharp breaths turned into short cries as she reached to her sides
and held her hands over his as he held her hips.  She started to open her
stance but he stopped her.
   "No, young woman," he gasped, "legs together.  Ass back.  Keep tight!"
   The girl cried out and threw her head back as he thrust upward, deeply
into her, holding her by her hips.
   Sandra's resolve cracked as the girl's belly filled with cum -- there,
in front of everyone.  The boy was touching his cock, but looked too
embarrassed to masturbate.  The girls stared at his cock with a mixture of
embarrassment and lust.  The girl in the red skirt, her hand tightly
between her legs, shook.  She tried not to glance at the other girl's
father.  His own cock was thick and full.
   The admissions officer slowly withdrew from the girl, "come in, Ginger.
Tell me about yourself." He turned into his office and the girl followed
behind him, her hips moving lasciviously, like the hips of a woman with the
feeling of a cock inside her.
   "Excuse me." It was the brunette's mother.  "Do you work here?"
   "Oh," Sandra turned, the sex, the fucking...  they were like breathing
in this world.  "I...  no...  yes...  sort of."
   "Good," said the woman, "I have to sign some papers.  Could you take
Heather on a quick 'tour'?"
   "Tour?"
   "Well," the woman glanced at her daughter and lowered her voice, "she
needs to be taken care of..."
   "Taken care of?" Sandra asked.
   "You know...to cum," the woman smiled...  "stuck on a cock..."
   "Oh..." Sandra glanced at the girl.  "Oh!  Yes.  She does...  Do you...
how?"
   "From behind," whispered the girl's mother.  "Like mother, like
daughter." "Oh...  ok," Sandra answered, a twinge rocketing through her own
sex.  She motioned for the brunette girl to follow her.  The boy was up and
following.  His cock bounced in front of him and when Sandra glanced at him
the girl smiled.  "That's my little brother," she said, "He's thinking of
applying next year." Her high heels clicked on the linoleum squares of the
hall floor as she followed Sandra out.
   "Oh..." Sandra tried not to glance at the boy's cock.  "Does he...  you
know?"
   "Need pussy?"
   Sandra hesitated, even after so much "Yes..."
   "He'll get some," the girl answered, glancing at Sandra's hips.
   She pretended she had missed the girl's meaning.  He was too young.  She
looked both ways.  Where was she supposed to go?  The hall was quiet,
everyone was in class.  The faint noise of the cafeteria echoed from the
far end.  She took them the other way, away from the cafeteria.  They
passed a classroom and heard talking and groaning.
   "What's in there?" The girl asked, pulling on one of her nipples.
   "Have you seen a class?" Sandra asked.
   "No."
   Sandra quietly opened the door.  A boy was on his back, on a table.  A
girl was on top of him, knees to either side of his hips, slowly riding his
glistening cock.  She was staring into his eyes as her slender, narrow hips
and a taut belly engulfed his cock.  Her long brown hair that almost
covered her face.  Her lips were red and full, as were her nipples and
breasts.  The boy's mouth was open with the pleasure of her body.
   An instructor was pointing to a drawing on a blackboard, the cross
section of a pussy filled by an erect cock.  "Nature's design is devious,"
said the instructor.  "Are you watching?  At this moment, they are a boy
and a girl.  Before they leave, they will be a mother and father.  Consider
how the girl's pussy is designed and the size of her clitoris.  From this,"
he pointed to the drawing of the clitoris, "she must obtain her orgasm. 
Nature desires increase, and so nature designed girls in such a way that
they will almost always inseminate themselves in the pursuit of an orgasm.
Consider how successful this design as been."
   As he spoke, the girl on the table seemed to lose focus, her eyes half
lidded.  She ground her pelvis against the boy, rising, falling, twisting
her hips.
   "Do you see the position she must assume in order to obtain orgasm?  The
perfect place for her to rub her clit against the male's pelvis is here."
He pointed to the area just above the cock.  "But the erect penis is here.
Fortunately for her and mankind, nature has provided a place, directly
below her clit, where she must penetrate herself so she can rub her clit
against the man.  Nature forces her to compromise herself (though she might
know better) to insert the means of insemination inside her.  First, she
must open her legs to move on top of him.  This is the first compromise. 
She defenselessly exposes herself between her legs.  Next, she
instinctively searches for the most stimulating position on the male.  In
this manner, when she lowers herself, she will impale herself on the male's
cock."
   The girl on the table groaned as she moved up and down, feeling her taut
belly and the rigid cock inside it.
   "The cock stretches the lips of her pussy as it enters her, exposing the
clitoris.  With her clitoris now exposed, she will instinctively rub
against the man's pelvis.  The desire to obtain orgasm, once her clitoris
has been exposed by the male's penis will overwhelm her, making her
careless -- bringing the male's inseminate closer to release inside her."
   The girl's mouth was open.  She mewled as she rubbed against the boy's
pelvis and felt his cock pressing more deeply inside her.
   "She can rub, rise, fall and move her clitoris against his pelvis. 
However, now that she has penetrated herself, her clitoris can only move
around the shaft that impales it.  Nature guarantees that the head of the
cock sits deeply inside her belly, directly against her womb.  It
guarantees that as she tries to stimulate her clitoris, she must stimulate
and move against the shaft that impales it."
   "Oh god!" the girl whined as she ground herself against the boy.  "Uh!
Uh!  UH!"
   "Observe, she stimulates herself and she unwittingly stimulates the
male. As she approaches orgasm, she will also inseminate herself - that is
to say, her orgasm is a kind of signal.  Her muscles involuntarily squeeze
the shaft impaling her, triggering the release of the inseminate deeply
inside her as her own clitoral orgasm distracts her." His speaking was
interrupted by the girl's sharp gasps as she thrust against the boy's
pelvis.  "As you know class, we have made sure she is not protected to
illustrate the almost helpless compulsion of nature's sexual design.  The
girl is going to unwittingly impregnate herself in front of all of you."
   Gasps and groans began to issue from the classroom.  Three of the girls
were bent over their desks as boys fucked them from behind,
   "A female often doesn't appreciate the total effect she has on the male,
how her every movement, the shape of her lips, her legs, her ass, the
motion of her hips, her breasts and hardened nipples only serve to draw the
inseminate out of the male.  Nature has deviously designed her whole body
to guarantee its own insemination."
   The girl seemed to freeze, jamming herself against the boy, her mouth
open, unable to breath.  She shook and gazed at the boy under her, then
exhaled in loud, gasping convulsions.
   "She's cumming...  lovely," said the instructor, "but observe the male.
As she cums, a result of clitoral stimulation, inseminate is streaming deep
inside her, into her defenseless belly, filling her, impregnating her.  She
has defeated all of her defenses in the pursuit of her orgasm.  The rigid
cock with which she penetrated herself, which nature forces her to ride up
and down , shoots its inseminate inside her.  Millions of years of
evolution now compel her to instinctively remain seated, her lips stretched
around the penetration.  She waits for the last of the inseminate to fill
her.  When the shaft softens, she will move."
   The girl shook from some last convulsions, her head thrown back, her
small breasts thrust forward and finally let out a long slow groan.  The
boy underneath her also stopped convulsing, limp and groaning.  There were
some cries from other parts of the room as other girls orgasmed and were
filled by inseminate, though they were protected.
   "Very good.  We will have to see the new mother and father out.  At your
age, nature has also designed you to be careless and indulge in risky
behavior.  However, every so often we must sacrifice students for the sake
of an unambiguous demonstration."
   As the girl climbed off the boy, cum flowed out of her, streaking her
thighs.  She looked down, embarrassed but still flushed with sexual
excitement.  Having gone this far, Sandra could tell that this new couple
wouldn't be done soon.  She glanced back at the boy and her hips and ass
pivoted invitingly.  She needed to be fucked again.  She would be.
   "Nature, desiring increase ," the instructor added, observing the same
behavior, "endows youth with tremendous stamina and makes us all wish to
procreate simply in the observation.  I will be escorting our new parents
out.  Please take the time to fuck before I'm back."
   Sandra closed the classroom door, her own excitement dripping down her
thighs.  She glanced at the girl's brother.  His cock was hard and
straining upward.
   "He needs to fuck..."
   "Well, you know," the girl answered.  "He's kind of shy...  maybe you
could help him?"
   "Me?"
   "Yeah..."
   "You mean..."
   "Yeah...  he's got a thing for older women..."
   "He's a little young..."
   "Weren't you the one who sucked him off?"
   "Yes, but..."
   "So you must kind of like him..."
   "I do..."
   "So..." the brunette girl leaned forward and whispered in Sandra's ear.
Her tongue slipped across her earlobe.  "Isn't this what you and me are
made for?" Sandra saw a set of double doors.  She hurried toward them. 
They led to a set of stairs.  A clock above the doorway showed that it was
almost 1:00.  Another sign gave the room numbers on the second floor.  Room
22!  Her classroom was upstairs!  It was almost time!  She hurried up the
stairs.  The boy and girl followed.
   "How about here?" she heard the boy ask.
   "What?" Sandra asked, stopping on the first step of the first landing.
"In here?"
   "Can I?" the boy asked.
   "Here?" Sandra asked again, feeling her stomach tingle.
   "Will you kneel?"
   Sandra's breath caught.  Even in this fantasy world, a momentary fear of
being caught with a student made her hesitate, but the erotic excitement of
the fantasy was overwhelming her.
   "Let him do it," said the boy's sister, rubbing her pussy.
   "Kneel" said the boy.
   Sandra stepped down from the first step, facing him.  The boy was slowly
running his tight fist back and forth over his cock, staring at her nipples
and hips.  She slowly knelt.  Even in youth, the boy's voice was decidedly
masculine.  She could smell his cock even before he stepped in front of
her. She instinctively arched her back and spread her knees.
   "No," he said, "I don't mean like that."
   His cock touched her lips.  He pushed it down.  The knob stretched her
lips and opened her mouth, filling it.  She gazed up at the boy.  The warm
length and width of him pushed against her throat.  She licked the
underside, silenced, as he ran his cock forward and backward.
   "No," he breathed, "I mean turn around, kneel, bend over."
   Sandra's stomach turned.  She knew what this position was for.  She
wanted to say no.  He wasn't even a student.  She needed to go the
classroom.  She didn't want the fantasy to end.  She didn't want to come
yet.  He was too young.
   "I've never emptied myself inside a girl's pussy."
   But he would fill her like a grown man.
   "I want to know what it feels like."
   She let his cock slip from her lips.  "Be...  be quick." She turned, her
breath shallow, knelt and bent over, compelled by instinct and overwhelmed
by desire, hands against steps, ass upward, back arched, her legs opening
for penetration.  "UH!" The boy's cock slipped her lips wide and slid into
her.  Her own cry, the same cry she had heard from so many other girls in
this fantasy, echoed in the stairway.  She had been penetrated.  Finally.
His bulb pushed through her and into her belly.  Finally.  She grunted. 
She was his now.
   She heard the stairway doors open.
   "Uhn!" He yanked her head back.  She remained impaled on his cock -
instinctively waiting to receive his cum.  "Uh..." He thrust again and then
again, building a rhythm.  He was panting.  She closed her eyes.  It didn't
matter how young he was.  He was hard - so big.  "Please..." she begged. 
"hurry..."
   "What did you say?" the boy asked behind her.
   "Please..." she whimpered.  Finally, a cock was inside her, thrusting.
   "Please what?"
   "Please..." Sandra gasped between thrusts, immobile, bent over, being
fucked.  "Please...  Sir."
   She heard a gasp somewhere behind her.  The brunette.  The gasp was
followed by long groan and shuffling feet.  She saw the boy's sister pushed
down next to her, also on her hands and knees, jolted again and again by
someone's thrusting behind her.  The girl's eyes were closed.
   "Tell me what you want," said the other voice.
   "Fuck me," answered the girl plaintively.  Sandra gasped despite
herself, the boy's cock pushing hard inside her.
   "Hurry..." she breathed.
   The bell rang!  The end of period!  She heard footsteps outside first,
then doors opening.  Her voice was rising in pitch.  The brunette was
gazing at her.  Was she cumming?  "Oh wow!" Sandra heard a girls' voice and
then some giggling.  Students were walking past her, up and down the
stairs.
   "Do students usually fuck the instructors?" Sandra heard an older voice
ask behind her.
   "Raise your ass," said the boy.
   Sandra raised her ass and opened her legs.  "Please..." she begged, her
voice jumping with the thrusts behind her.
   "What did you say?" asked the boy as he thrust.
   "Yes..."
   "Yes what?"
   "Yes Sir," Sandra gulped.
   "Sometimes," answer another voice.  "We're considering her as a hire."
   "She has a nice ass."
   'Good tits too.  Excellent choice."
   The heat was rising in Sandra's belly.  "Oh god," she mewled.  "Not
here, not like this."
   "Tell me what you want," said the boy, his own breath fast and shallow.
   "Please..."
   "What?"
   "Please fuck me," Sandra held her legs open and ass high.
   "Fuck me and what?"
   "Please Sir," Sandra gasped.  "Please fuck me, Sir...  uhhn..."
   "Why?"
   "Because...  uh...  I'm a woman," Sandra breathed.
   "Why are you in this position?" the boy asked, his voice strained.
   "Because I'm a woman, Sir..." and she screamed.  Her body clenched in
orgasm.  Gripping the shaft that impaled her again and again.  His cum was
streaming into her.  She heard the boy scream too.  This is what it was
like to cum in a girl.  Sandra closed her eyes and lowered her head, but it
wasn't a stairs that met her forehead.
   Grass.
   She was on her hands and knees in the grass behind the fun house.  Her
own cum was dripping down her thighs.  Shame and embarrassment abruptly
overcame her.  Had anyone heard her?  Seen her?  Was this really the kind
of fantasy she wanted?  Was this how she wanted to be treated?
   Sick.
   She glanced around her again, making sure she was alone.  She pushed
herself upright and pushed her skirt back down over her hips.  Her heart
still raced and her sex was still hot with orgasm, but she was ashamed of
herself.
   She hurried away from the fun house.  She walked quickly at first.  And
then she ran.
   
  
The Fun House 4 of 20 The Naked School - by Redbud