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Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives
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Cram and Punishment
Except for the soft rustle of paper, the scratch of pens, the classroom was silent. Meghna sat at her desk by the huge window, looking out, the end of the pen between her lips. She was utterly bored. She looked around. Everyone else had their heads down, and were scribbling away or looking bewildered. Meghna smiled to herself. Thanks to the very exclusive coaching classes she had arranged for herself, her work was almost done and she knew it was near-perfect. It could have been perfect, but she deliberately let in a few errors. It aroused suspicion when a student who had rarely moved beyond a lowly C minus or even a D suddenly starting producing straight A's. A discreet would do for now. By the end of the year, she'd be at the head of her class.
She smiled, pleased with herself. Till recently, she had never believed in the trite adage that learning should be fun. She had always found perfectly beastly. Now she knew just how much fun it could be. It was just a matter of application.
Meghna slipped into an erotic daydream. She flipped her tongue at the end of the pen and erotically swirled her tongue over the smooth metal, nibbling it gently, on the tip. It felt sexy.
Now if only it was a cock. She loved cock and relished the heat and hardness of a penis in her mouth, the tangy taste of pre-cum gunk, the hot sting of gunk in her mouth. Her warmed and swelled under her tunic as the fantasy grew more vivid and she saw herself lasciviously a cock, pumping it in her fist, her lips wide, licking and it hungrily. Meghna's tingled and she felt the first delicious beads of cunt-juice on her thighs.
The last term had been wonderful. Six months ago, she was just another kid at school, good at sports but not much else. Then, just before her fifteenth birthday, Alex, the swimming coach enticed her behind the locker-rooms and fucked her brains out.
Not that she was an innocent about sex, or didn't have risqué sexual fantasies. It was just that in school, bedding in a dormitory, there was nothing she could do about it.
To be sure, it was a co-ed school, and there were plenty of handsome around, but she was terrified of being caught. In any case, she'd decided that she wasn't ready for the fumble-and-shove approach. She was determined to have a who could guide her, a with experience in fucking women.
What she knew about sex was either clinical, acquired from biology text-books and surreptitiously read reference materials in the library, or lurid, gleaned for half-understood conversations with and the raunchy boy-talk she sometimes overheard. Once she'd learned the mechanics of it, her sharp imagination took care of the rest. She knew her body was very attractive and, shortly after puberty, she discovered the pleasures that came of fondling her and her cunt. For a while, she experimented with the nearest things at hand -- hockey sticks, shampoo bottles, hairbrushes -- but constantly, her mind yearned for the real thing.
Alex was the first real to enter her erotic reveries. He was very sexy, superbly built and devilishly handsome. Since they always met when he was in his tight little swimming briefs, Meghna had a chance to notice the alluring bulge between his thighs. Using the reference book photographs and textbook diagrams she tried to imagine what his penis would look like and how it might feel when it went into her cunt.
Meghna started flirting covertly with him. She would make it a point to catch his attention, swimming that much more, working that much harder, smiling winningly at him, moving as close to him as she possibly could without attention from the other kids. Alex noticed. She was very lovely.
It took time, and it taught her that she couldn't get anything without working for it. For weeks on end, she trained with a passion, forcing her body to its limits. The results showed: She lost her puppy fat and became fit and her body's curves grew even sexier. He put her name down for an interschool championship. She won five gold medals, two silvers and three bronzes. The school got the team trophy.
Meghna was felicitated at school assembly and given a special certificate. The students clamoured for a party, since this was the first time the school had so comprehensively beaten its rival. We handed them a drubbing, sent them packing with their tails between their legs, did you see the look on their coach's face? The faculty, immensely pleased, relented. Even the headmaster, an intimidating ex-Army officer named Martin, succumbed and permitted himself a congratulatory smile. The school went wild.
They arranged a dance session in the main hall, with its vaulted ceiling and long wooden rafters. A rock-group was hired. The cooks went to town and turned out fresh ice-cream and cakes and hamburgers and fries and sandwiches and there was all the cola they could drink. Meghna was the star of the show. Every guy wanted to dance with her. The rock-band called her up on stage while they did 'Smoke On The Water'. For several hours, she jived tirelessly, thrilled with herself. There was no dearth of handsome vying to be with her.
She took a break at eleven o'clock and sat sipping a cold Coke. The hall was hot and stuffy. Meghna went out. The night was cool and clear and she took several deep breaths, smiling to herself.
Meghna would never know what made her stroll out to the pool. She walked slowly around the dark, silent water, ruffled by a cool breeze, and hugged herself with excitement. It was wonderful to be recognised and honoured like this. Suddenly, she was glad she'd stayed on in school.
When she and her sister, Kanan, a year than herself, were nine and ten, they'd been packed off here. Kanan hadn't been able to handle it. Some kids just couldn't. Kanan was miserable and lonely and, a few months later, went home. Meghna enjoyed the freedom and distance from the horrid house in Bombay, all stuffy and gloomy with no books or good music or sports facilities she could use. She had always enjoyed this school and now she was truly happy. She started back to the hall.
"Meghna."
Startled, she stopped, whirling around, looking into the darkness. A figure stepped from the darkness behind the locker-rooms.
"Who's that?" She asked anxiously.
"It's me, Alex."
Meghna smiled in relief. "Alex. You scared me." She walked towards him. "Why aren't you at the party?"
He smiled and shook his head. "No, it's not for us. It's your night, for you and your friends and the kids in school."
"But the other teachers are there! And you, of all people, you, Alex, you earned it! We -- I -- could never have made it without you."
"I know. But it's you, and the rest of the team, that did the work."
"Rubbish. Come on, come with me. I'll dance with you." She took his hand in hers.
His fingers tightened in hers, he didn't move. She turned.
"Come on, Alex! Don't be such a ninny!"
"Meghna."
Something in his voice made her stop. "What?"
"Meghna, I --"
"What, Alex?" She said softly, looking concerned.
Alex groaned and grabbed her and pulled her to him and kissed her hard on her lips, holding her tight. Meghna froze under him, her lips clamped shut in stunned disbelief. She could feel the throbbing hardness in his crotch.
"Oh god, Meghna," he said hoarsely and they broke apart. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please -- don't tell anyone -- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Oh god. Please. Forgive me."
He buried his face in his hands. Instinctively, Meghna went to him and put her arms around him and held him close, comforting him. His head jerked up in surprise.
"Alex." Meghna's voice was soft. "Kiss me again."
He stared at her for a long minute, their eyes locked, time standing still. Slowly, he pulled her closer and bent his head to hers. This time, when his lips met hers, she responded and parted her lips. His tongue slid into her mouth. Meghna felt dizzy with excitement. It was happening! It was happening at last, and tonight of all nights! It was perfect.
He kissed her gently and deeply for a long time, and her mind leaped in joy at the realisation that she was French-kissing this man. At last, their lips parted.
"Oh god, Meghna. I can't tell you how long I've wanted this."
"I never knew."
"You never asked."
"I tried. I tried in a hundred ways. Why didn't you see?"
"I must have been blind!"
She smiled. "Yes. You were. I've wanted this, too, for a long time. I did this, all this swimming, only for you. Because I wanted this to happen some day."
"My god!"
"Isn't it perfect, that it's happening tonight, of all nights?"
He smiled and kissed her again, gently and deeply. This time, when they stopped, she clung to him, her fingers scrunching his shirt, her head bowed on his chest.
"Alex," she mumbled softly, her voice trembling as he caressed her hair and back gently.
"What?"
"There's something else."
"What?" He tried to lift her face, but she resisted.
"I -- I want -- I want to --" She looked up, flustered and nervous, blushing furiously.
He smiled, understanding and pleasure in his eyes. "Do you mean that?" His voice was soft.
She nodded silently. He chuckled softly.
"So do I. Very much. I have, for a long, long time."
"So have I. More than I can say." Her voice was muffled by his shirt. "Will you?"
"Yes. Is it your first time?"
She looked up at him anxiously. "Yes. Does that matter?"
"Sometimes it hurts a bit the first time."
"I don't mind. But I want it to be you."
"You won't tell anyone? Not your friends, not any of them?"
"No one," she promised, her head lifting. "It will be our secret. Just ours. But you will have to help me."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Absolutely, completely, without doubt?"
"Yes. Yes I do."
"You'll do as I say?"
"Yes. I'll do as you say."
"Even if I say things, ask things, do things you may not have thought of?"
"Even then."
"Let me hear you say what you want, Meghna. I must hear you say it."
She hesitated for a second and then, her heart thumping, took the step. "I want you to sleep with me, Alex. That's what I want."
He shook his head and smiled. "No, Meghna."
"What?" Meghna looked puzzled.
"Not 'sleep with' or 'know' or 'take' or 'be with' or anything delicate like that."
"What then?"
"Tell me you want me to fuck you. Use the word. Fuck."
She looked at him and for a moment he thought she would turn away. Then a slow, sexy grin her face and her eyes glittered with excitement and he knew he had done the right thing after all. She understood perfectly the implications of what he meant.
"Yes," she breathed. "That's what I want. I want you to fuck me. Here. Now. I want to be fucked. By you. Again and again. I -- I -- I want your cock in my cunt!"
Alex stared at her incredulously for a moment and then shook with silent laughter. She smiled with him.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Everything. This. You and me, and all this. One minute you're a schoolkid and the next you're using words like a two-bit whore!"
Meghna cuffed his face, grinning at him. He laughed and pulled her closer and they stumbled into the shadows behind the locker-room. There was a small, grassy tuft there and they fell on it, with her body over his.
"Come on, bitch," he chuckled. "Tell me what you want -- whore!"
"Say that again," she said softly. "Call me that again. It's sexy!"
"I know. I can see it turns you on. Whore! Bitch! Slut! Tell me what you want again!"
"I want your cock," she said softly. "I want your cock. I want to be fucked."
"Where?"
"What?"
"Where do you want my cock, bitch? In your mouth or your cunt?"
"In -- in -- both. Wherever it's best."
"Where?" He rolled her over and straddled her on his knees, holding her wrists in his arms, pinning her to the ground.
"In -- in my mouth -- and in my --"
"Ever seen a cock before?"
She shook her head. He grinned.
"Okay, here you go then!"
Meghna would never forget that wonderful, magical night when a fucked her for the first time in her life. Alex's cock was the most beautiful thing she had seen, better than anything she had imagined one to be. He unzipped his trousers and made her hold it and jerk it and it grew hot and hard in her fingers and he had what she knew was called an erection. When she told him that, he laughed and told her that most whores usually just called it a hard-on and since she was now his whore, she should call it that, too. Meghna did.
Then, on the grassy tuft behind the locker-rooms, Alex fucked her. Slowly and gently, he caressed her, stripping off her T-shirt and jeans and underclothes till she lay naked under him. Then he caressed her again and his hands were gentle and tender and her body trembled and quivered at his touch. Her swelled and grew hard and he kissed her and then bent his head to her and on them and made her gasp and moan and arch as the hot flames of lust leaped through her body.
Alex aroused her slowly and unhurriedly, fondling and caressing and kissing and licking her body from head to toe. When he moved to her cunt, instinct guided her and her legs opened wide for his tongue. That first tongue-fuck almost made her pass out with ecstasy. Deftly moving his tongue and fingers in her slit, he brought her to the brink of an orgasm and abruptly abandoned her. Meghna was panting with lust like a bitch in heat when he stopped. She moaned and begged him to go on. He chuckled and said it was her turn.
"Suck my cock, bitch," he grunted softly. "Go on! Suck my cock!"
The words burned in her ears and aroused her even more. He stood up and she knelt before him and again, for the first time, took a penis in her mouth.
It was wonderful, better than anything she had imagined it to be. His cock was hot and hard and the musky smell and taste of it made her dizzy. Gently guiding her, he showed her how to jerk his cock, to use her tongue and lips and teeth. Pre-cum gunk spurted into her mouth. She gagged, and he forced her to it and Meghna discovered the pleasures of drinking jizz. He fucked her face slowly, murmuring his approval, rocking her head back and forth with one hand till he was ready. Then he pushed her head away and they went down on the grass together and Alex moved over her, between her thighs, moving his cock-head to her cunt-lips. Meghna thirsted and ached for it inside her. Instinctively, her fingers held it.
"Fuck me!" She gasped in his ear. "Fuck me Alex! Fuck my cunt!"
His buttocks flexed and his cock squeezed slowly into her flesh. Meghna gasped and cried out and her body snapped in a bow under his. She would never forget that first extraordinary, erotic, tingling sensation as his hard, hot, throbbing penis tunnelled into her cunt, squeezing her inflamed clitoris and generating all kinds of wonderful feelings in her flesh.
"Meghna. Are you done?"
Meghna's head whipped around. The math teacher stood over her, looking down. She flashed a smile. Last evening, this had been a rutting stallion, fucking her demonically, pounding his penis into her flesh repeatedly, fucking her for over her an hour till he was sated. Meghna rubbed her legs provocatively together. He noticed and she grinned at the sudden intake of his breath. Holding his eyes, smiling saucily, she ran her pointed tongue-tip over her upper lip. Golwalkar frowned and looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching. His eyes darted back to her and she flicked her tongue erotically over the end of the pen, as though it were a penis. Slowly, she arched her back, almost casually, thrusting her large up and out. The teacher stared. She stretched and pretended a yawn and looked at her watch.
"Five minutes, sir, Mr. Golwalkar," she murmured. "That's all I need."
"Meghna!" His voice was slightly hoarse. He didn't miss the innuendo.
"Yes, sir?" She looked up, all innocence.
"Hurry up," he muttered. "Finish it. I'll be up all night correcting these."
He turned and stalked away and Meghna smiled to herself, her eyes dancing with mischief. Oh yes, sir, you will be up all night, or most of it anyway, but not correcting these. Not if I have anything to do about it, she said to herself. She bent her head and finished her work.
A few minutes later, just as she was done, the bell rang. The other students slammed their books shut and scrambled out, handing their work to Golwalkar as they left. Meghna waited till the room emptied. Slowly, she got up, collected her books and walked up to him.
"Here you are," she murmured. "Thanks." She handed him her work and started out.
"Meghna."
She stopped and turned, hiding a smile. Golwalkar wanted to fuck her.
"Yes, sir?" Again, she wore an expression of angelic innocence.
"Don't 'yes, sir' me like that, you impudent imp!" He snapped.
"Then how should I do it, sir?" She walked up to him quickly and, dumping her books on his desk, standing very close, squeezed his penis through his trousers. "Like this?"
His penis responded immediately and she didn't take her hand away and he didn't move. She smiled and squeezed it affectionately again. It was a long, cock, and he used it well. He was in his late forties, slim and trim, with dark, heavy features, clean-shaven. His body, she knew, was lean and hard, the torso covered in a mat of fine, soft hair. Her fingers crawled up and she pulled down the zipper of his fly and slid her hand into his trousers and under his shorts to squeeze his penis.
He gasped, his eyes glittering with excitement. "You'll get us into trouble!"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Adventure is the spice of life."
"You're mad!"
"I agree. Especially about your cock. I want to suck it. And then you're going to fuck me."
"No! Not here!"
"Yes! Here! Right here."
She fell to her knees and deftly undid his trousers. They puddled at his feet. Pulling out his cock, began to suck it quickly. It ballooned in her mouth, growing hot and hard. Golwalkar groaned and gasped as she jerked and his penis hard. Her tongue was cunning and clever and he couldn't help himself. He gave in and began to fuck her mouth with jerky motions of his hips. She looked up and smiled knowingly as she licked his gorged cock-head. His penis swelled and grew harder and hotter in her fingers and mouth and she it hungrily, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his legs. Her fingers and lips grew sticky with his jizz. His cock throbbed ominously in her mouth. He groaned loudly.
"Ohhhh uhhh yes -- suck it -- yes -- suck my cock, Meghna -- ohhh yes!"
"Wanna in my mouth? You know I like that. Then you can lick my slit. I don't mind."
The math teacher groaned, torn with indecision.
"Hurry up, it won't be long now," she warned. "My friend here's about to blow his top."
Golwalkar decided. He pushed her head away. Meghna smiled knowingly and stood up.
"Somehow I knew you'd want that," she murmured and, rising on her toes, kissed him wantonly, arching her tongue into his mouth, her fingers still jerking his cock. "Come on, now, stuff my slit with your fat cock, sir!"
Meghna hopped up on the desk and, shucking off her panties, lay on her back, opening her legs and lifting her tunic high over her hips. Unbuttoning the tunic, she lifted her bra over her and squeezed them with one hand, opening her cunt-lips with the other.
"Come on, sir, fuck my cunt!" She murmured, smiling lasciviously. "My slit's all wet for you!"
With a groan, the math teacher moved between her legs and, bending over his fifteen-year pupil, quickly squeezed his eight-inch long cock into her cunt. She moaned softly and arched, her hands under her swollen breasts.
"Mmm -- yes -- that feels so good, sir -- come on -- fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
His trousers puddled at his ankles, still in his and tie with just the bottom three buttons of his open, Meghna's math teacher began fucking her quickly. Bent over her, his hands on the desk, his head arched back, his mouth open in a wide O, he rocked his hips rapidly back and forth, thrusting his penis greedily in and out of her cunt. Meghna moaned and gasped softly, smiling with pleasure, goading him with obscene love-calls.
"Yes -- that's nice -- ohhhhh yes, sir, yes -- fuck me, sir -- fuck my -- Ohhh yes -- fuck it harder, sir -- harder -- ram it in, sir -- ram it all into my slit -- Ohhhh yes! Yes! Ohhhh god yes!"
"Ohhhh -- unhhhh Ohhhhhh --. unhhhh OH uhh OHH!" The gasped.
Golwalkar's penis glistened with their juices as it plunged and pistoned in and out of the fifteen-year schoolgirl's sodden cunt. She gasped and moaned, her body jerking and snapping back and forth on the desk, her jiggling and bouncing. She squeezed them and her head rolled languorously from side to side in evident pleasure. Her hips bucked and heaved under his.
"Yes -- Ohhhh yes, sir, yes! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me!" She gasped.
Golwalkar straightened his back and stood upright. He lifted her legs high and wide, his hands under her knees, and began slamming his cock savagely in and out of her cunt. Meghna cried out, her face twisting and contorting, her face jerking from side to side. Her math teacher's inflamed penis pounded into her cunt, reaming and ramming into her frantically convulsing cunt.
"Yes! Ohhhh yes! Take it! Take it, bitch, take!" He gasped, his head bent, watching the spasms of lust on the teenage schoolgirl's face.
"OHH! OH OH OH OH OH! Oh sir-sir-sir yes Ohhhh god yes!" She gasped.
Her was a tight, hot vortex that contracted and convulsed on his penis, him in deeper and deeper. Golwalkar drowned himself in it and thrust greedily into her flesh with ragged gasps of pleasure. The heat in his loins was unbearable. Their orgasms crashed together. Meghna exploded, arching and gasping as the lust-heat swamped her, her breath hissing from her throat, her heaving up to his and his penis deep and clamping down hard on the hard, member.
"OHHHH yes sir yes OHHHH god yes OHH ma uhhh OHHH!" She called.
"Ohh uhh yes! Oh baby yes take it Ohhhhhh uhhh yes!" Her teacher gasped.
Golwalkar cried out, his face twisting, his cock buried in her flesh and, seconds later, came violently. Hot spurted from his cock-head into her slit. He groaned, his head flung back, his hips twitching at her crotch. Meghna whimpered, writhing erotically on the desk, fondling her desk, her face radiant with joy as she felt the sharp sting of his spoot in her slit, jet after jet of hot spurting into her flesh. Golwalkar emptied himself in his student's slit and slowly slid out. He began pulling on his trousers. She lay on the desk, panting and whimpering, caressing her and dreamily, running her fingers through the sticky gunk in her crotch.
"That was wonderful," she murmured. "Do it again -- fuck my ass."
"Come on, slut," he chuckled, fastening his belt. "Get out of here."
Meghna rolled off the desk with a moan and steadied herself. Her legs were trembling. Slowly, she straightened her tunic and underclothes. Her eyes were dazed, and her delectable lips were moist. Golwalkar grinned at her.
"Come to my house after lights-out tonight," he chuckled softly. "It's time for your lesson in -- integration." He laughed softly.
Meghna said nothing. She straightened her clothes and walked out. In the hallway, she stopped and leaned against the wall. Her were still hot and hard and her seeped and tingled with lust and excitement. She pressed her legs together, and squeezed her slowly. Gradually, she calmed herself and recovered. Turning, her head bowed, clutching her books, she walked slowly down the silent corridor. There was no one to see her small smile of satisfaction.
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Meghna made it to dinner just as the bell rang. The dining hall was full and, for the next hour, the kids ate and talked and laughed. The school was liberal in some ways. There was none of the British public-school insistence on rigid, inflexible adherence to inhuman rules of conduct at all times and in all things, like dining in silence. The children were allowed to dress informally and to converse, so long as they didn't fight and shout and throw food about.
The entire faculty dined with them, at a long table at the head of the hall. Meghna flicked a quick look at the High Table, as it was still called, and smiled to herself. For six months, it wasn't bad going. She was bedding nine of the sixteen at the table. There was Alex, the swimming coach, Golwalkar who taught Mathematics, Ramchandran, the Physics teacher, Trivedi for Geography, Mehta, who taught Chemistry, Rao, the Biology teacher, Dias, the Gym instructor, and the Football coach, a Nigerian named Chinua. That made eight.
The headmaster, Martin, was talking to one of the teachers. Meghna hid a grin. He was her latest conquest, just last week. In bed, his stiff, crusty, crotchety demeanour vanished completely. He fucked her hard, very hard, and he went on and on, but it felt good. Not surprisingly, he was kinkier than the others: He liked watching her with his switch and wore his heavy jackboots throughout the time they were in bed. He insisted she wore a black leather garment that he kept in a little closet. It was an outrageous thing, a leather corset that ran from under her to above her cunt, with black leather cross-lacing in front and behind, and garters beneath. Martin particularly liked sodomising her in it.
Of the rest, the English, Music and Art teachers were decrepit spinsters, who didn't count. Two were geriatric farts, semi-retired, living out their last days in school because they had nowhere else to go. To save face, they were called Professors Emeritus, and had small offices, but they didn't teach and had no effect on her grades. Had they the slightest influence, Meghna would have fucked them without hesitation. She knew now how to get what she wanted.
The last two interested her. They were the youngest of the lot, and had only recently joined the school. Khan, the History teacher was dark, handsome with piercing eyes. The other was the new priest, Pinto. The meal ended and everyone rose to their feet for the priest to lead them in a short prayer. Her head bowed, Meghna looked at him covertly. He was going to be a challenge. She vowed to get into his cassock before the term ended. The very idea of seducing a of the cloth was erotic. She'd probably have to teach him a thing or two.
After dinner, the students were allowed an hour's free time in the common room. Meghna relaxed, played carrom and checkers, listened to music, flipped through some magazines. Then it was time for bed and lights-out at nine-thirty sharp. The students filed back to their dormitories and rooms. Meghna had a room to herself.
Soon after her swimming success, Meghna was appointed as captain of the girls' soccer team and the gymnastics squad. She had a natural aptitude for sports, and no one questioned her achievements for she was clearly the most skillful soccer player in school and worked hard at gymnastics. That she got the captaincy chiefly by fucking Chinua and Dias separately and together was irrelevant. She still did so, even after her investiture, frequently fucking Chinua on dark evenings between the goal-posts and Dias in the gymnasium.
Meghna's achievements could not be ignored. She was made Head Prefect, unusual for someone not in the final year. That entitled her to several privileges, one of which was the privacy of her own room. She went into it now and locked the door behind her. The room was warm and cozy, with a small, soft bed with several pillows, books, a compact music-system and her own desk with an anglepoise lamp. An electric heater hummed in one corner.
The room had a little and a small bathroom ensuite. Only the Head Prefect had such facilities. The other Prefects had to use the common bathrooms and toilets.
Meghna stripped off her clothes and tossed them into a corner and sat at her desk. Leaving the lights on, she pulled back the curtains to the large window and looked out over the school grounds.
It was a lovely campus, sprawling over a hundred acres of meadows and stream-crossed woodlands, nestling in the foothills of the high mountains. There were trekking trails and stables for horse-riding and every sports facility. The buildings were low, wooden structures, not more than one storey high, with sloping, red-tiled roofs. Across the meadow, Meghna could see the spire of the chapel and the lights in the professors' cottages and studies.
A low mist crept up from the plains and crawled across the campus. Meghna hugged herself happily. Her work was done, her grades were good, she was the brightest star in the school's firmament. And she had the teachers where she wanted them. Mostly between her legs.
Meghna leaned back in her chair and propped her feet up on the window-sill. Parting her legs, she caressed her naked body gently, cupping and squeezing her breasts, fingering her slit which rapidly grew moist with excitement. Rummaging in a drawer, she selected one of a range of dildoes, gifts from Alex. This one was long and slim with a smooth shaft and a narrow, tapering head. She and licked the head slowly, letting herself slip into an erotic trance and then moved it between her legs and inserted it slowly into her slit and began to masturbate.
That was one of the advantages of having her own room. She could do what she liked, when she liked, without having to hide from anyone. The first two months after Alex fucked her had been tense. He wanted to fuck her every night, and she couldn't refuse. It was the only time they could be alone. She was in a dorm then, and slipping out was a risky business. Several times, she was foiled by a prefect or teacher doing the rounds and had to slide back into her bunk. Frustrated, she contrived to get herself a bunk in the corner nearest the door, but set in the darkness. Then, arranging her pillows and several cushions under the sheets to give her bed the appearance of a sleeping form, creeping down the darkened hallways, her heart pounding in her chest, tense and nervous, she would steal out to keep her assignation with Alex in his rooms or down by the pool if the night was warm.
Her sexual ascent through the ranks of the faculty began when she was caught returning from one of her trysts with Alex. It was cool, sharp night, and they met in his room and he fucked her steadily and relentlessly and repeatedly for over an hour. Meghna was delirious when he finally finished. No matter what he did to her, she wanted more. He was a virile, powerful, imaginative lover, something she'd sensed when he first fucked her that starry night behind the swimming pool locker-rooms.
Even then, though it was her first time, he fucked her repeatedly. Meghna could still remember it, how good his cock felt when it first surged into her and he began stroking it smoothly and effortlessly in and out. She very nearly passed out with the pleasure of it. Her body arched and writhed and he kissed her tenderly, and licking her swollen till she felt like screaming with the intensity of it. She came within minutes, moaning and gasping and arching under him. Alex kept moving slowly and rhythmically, forcing her to let him continue. Within minutes, she was aroused again.
He smiled knowingly, kissed her, turned her over onto her front on her hands and knees and fucked her from behind. The position was the subject of her most graphic fantasies. She loved every minute of it. He fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, rocking her back and forth, pulling her up and down on his pistoning penis and she came again and yet again. He began moving faster, gasping and groaning, thrusting eagerly and deeply into her and then, with a shuddering cry, he jerked out of her cunt. Meghna groaned softly, not knowing what to expect next.
Gently, he turned her on her back and explained, masturbating slowly, his chest heaving, that he couldn't risk coming in her cunt. She knew enough to understand why. He promised to take her to a doctor who could 'fix her up' so that he could come in her cunt.
Meghna felt a twinge of disappointment. She had no idea of what an meant or felt like and longed for the experience. He sensed her confusion.
"It's all right, girl," he said softly. "There are other ways."
"What -- what do you mean?"
He smiled. "I could come in your mouth. On your lovely face and tits. Would you like to try?"
She looked at his cock and nodded slowly. More than anything else, she wanted to know what his seed felt like. Then doubt crept in.
"Can I -- should I -- do I -- it -- your --"
"My jizz? Yes, you can, if you like. In fact, if you don't mind, I'd rather enjoy it if you did. By the way," he grinned, "it's called jizz, gunk, spoot, seed, cum. Anything but 'seed' or 'semen'. Got it?"
He stood up and pulled her head to his crotch again and fucked her mouth slowly, his head bent, watching her, rocking her head back and forth with his hands, pumping his hips. His cock was slippery and sticky with their juices and it smelled and tasted divine. Meghna him languorously, whimpering with pleasure, jerking and pumping his cock with growing confidence.
Alex came in her mouth. Meghna gagged, sputtered, gasped and then, her mind leaping with delight at the warm, tangy taste and smell of it, it eagerly. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and let it down her throat and splash on her and face.
The very next day, he spirited her off to a clinic in the town not far from the school. The doctor was an school friend of his. At first, he refused to do anything. She was far too for a loop, or even to go on the Pill. Alex took him aside and whispered in his ear. Meghna didn't hear what he said.
Finally, the doctor nodded and smiled briefly. He gave her some pills and told her how to take them, warning her that if she stopped or missed taking them, she could well get pregnant. He told her to take them for a few days and see him after that. She was not to have sex in that time. Meghna nodded.
That evening, she felt very worried and nervous and confused and sat silently beside him in his beat-up car as they rattled back towards the school. A kilometre away from the gates, he pulled off the road onto a little track. She didn't ask where they were going, sensing what he wanted. They stopped after a bit and he got out and held the door for her. She did as he said and followed him down the trail, now little more than a bridle-path. It opened out on the crest of a hill overlooking the valley below. It was bewitchingly beautiful, but Meghna wasn't looking. She turned to him, and his face was sombre. When he spoke, his voice was gentle and low.
"Meghna. Listen to me. I know you're worried and tense and uncertain. So am I. I don't know if this is right, any of this, whether we should go on or stop. I brought you here to tell you this, and also that if you think that we should never meet again, I will not say anything. Nothing will change. I'll still coach you, you'll go through school, but nothing more. If that's what you want. And if it is, I'll throw these away, here and now." He showed her the bottle of pills.
Meghna looked at the pills and then looked up at him. Suddenly, with brittle clarity, she knew what she wanted. She stepped towards him and without a word, silently and gently, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and knelt before him. Alex looked down and smiled in pleasure and relief. His cock swelled in her mouth and fingers.
He fucked her slowly for half an hour on the grassy knoll, taking her deeply and slowly in different positions this time, and again, came in her mouth. Meghna moaned her pleasure. They strolled back to the car. As they bumped back towards the main road, she turned to him.
"Alex."
"Yes?"
"What did you tell the doctor?"
He looked at her strangely. "Nothing. Why?"
"Alex. Don't lie. You said something to him. It was about me. What was it?"
He shook his head, refusing to answer.
"You told him about us, didn't you? You told him to give me the pills because of us."
Alex's face went still and his fingers tensed on the wheel.
"What else, Alex?" She said very softly. "What else did you say?"
There was no answer. Meghna sighed and turned her face away. "Alex. Listen to me. Just because I'm fifteen, it doesn't mean I'm a fool. I saw his expression. I know you told him to give me the pills, and that it was because of us. It doesn't matter. What I want to know is if you promised him anything. About me."
Alex's head whipped around, white with shock. She looked at him quietly.
"So you did. You promised him that if he got me on the pill and it all worked okay, he could fuck me, too the next time we go there. Am I right?"
"I had to, dammit!" His voice sounded strangled. "There was no other way."
They rode along in a tense silence.
"Oh god, Meghna. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look, let's just forget --"
"Shut up, Alex."
"But --"
"Please. Shut up. Honestly, you're such a fool. Why did you have to say any of that? Don't you see how much it made him think poorly of you? Did you think I was stupid enough not to want to fuck you ever again? Properly? With your in my and all? For that, Alex, I would have done anything." She looked at him hard. "Anything, you hear? I would have told him myself!"
Alex almost went off the road. She glared at him angrily.
"Watch the road, Alex! And don't you ever, ever do something like that again! Yes, I'm saying it again. I would have fucked the doctor for those pills. I'd have done there and then. I never, ever, want to see you being humiliated like this again, is that clear? You may be fucking me, but you are my lover now, and I won't have you treated like shit."
"I'm -- I'm sorry -- I really am -- I had no idea --"
"Of course you didn't, silly," she said, her voice softening. "I'm sorry for bawling you out like that. You did what you thought you had to. I should be thanking you."
He looked at her and smiled in relief. "Meghna, you're wonderful."
She grinned. "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Then, Alex," she said, shuffling closer to him on the seat, tonguing his ear, her hand in his crotch. "Pull over. Now. And fuck me again. In the back seat. My cunt's on fire again!"
A week later, the doctor pronounced that she was safe. Meghna smiled at him, lying on his examination table with her dress pulled up to her waist, her off, her knees bent, her open for his inspection. He stepped back and smiled at her.
"Yes, I think you're all right," he said. "You can have sex now."
She grinned. "Thank you, doctor. You're very kind." She remained as she was. "Alex!" Alex came through the partition door.
"Alex, the doctor says I'm fine. I can fuck now."
The doctor's jaw dropped. Alex chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Go on, doc. Take your payment. Fuck her!"
The doctor stared in disbelief.
"No," Meghna said quietly and both looked at her. "Not the doctor. Not right away. First you, Alex. I want you to in my slit. Then the doctor can fuck me. When you're done. And I want him to stay and watch us."
Alex was thrilled. He dropped his trousers, and Meghna his penis rapidly and then he fucked her hard on the doctor's examining table on her back, pounding his cock in and out of her till he came, exploding in her flesh. Meghna closed her eyes and moaned in genuine pleasure, her face radiant with lust as, for the first time, she felt the joyous explosion of a man's seed in her cunt-flesh.
Minutes later, the doctor was taking his turn with her. She his penis, too, and he fucked her from behind, standing on the floor in his white lab-coat, holding her hips as she stood on the floor, bent over the table, her buttocks thrust back at him. Holding her hips, he jerked his cock rapidly and hard in and out of her cunt, gasping and moaning in joy, while Alex watched. Her swung with his thrusts and, groaning, he thrust furiously in and out of her while squeezing and crushing her in his hands. Meghna orgasmed violently and, seconds later, groaning loudly, the doctor plunged his penis into her with a slow, deep, skewering thrust and came, his spurting into her cunt, already sodden with her juices and Alex's spoot. He slid out of her. Meghna turned and thanked him politely. The simpered.
"I'd like to see you again when you've begun doing butt-fucks. I enjoy that."
Meghna promised to return so that he could sodomise her.
After that, Meghna was unstoppable. Alex tutored her gently and their sex got better and better. Soon, he taught her to enjoy butt-fucks. She was nervous and tense the first time, but he salved his cock and anus and took her ass slowly and gently and the pain ebbed rapidly and transformed into unbridled, wanton lust. From then on, Alex buggered her regularly, and she grew to enjoy it. They fucked every night. She kept her promise with the doctor, returning one warm afternoon and letting him fuck her after she had his cock and then, lying on her back, lifting her legs high, invited him to take her ass. The doctor sodomised the joyously, gasping and moaning in pleasure. Meghna didn't need to fake an orgasm, panting and keening happily on his table.
Soon, she was adept at sneaking away from the dormitory to visit Alex. They invited the doctor to join them and Meghna discovered the exquisite, indescribable pleasures of having two fuck her simultaneously in her and mouth and, later, in her and ass. The only thing better than having a good, thick, hard penis in her cunt, she decided, was having another in her ass at the same time. Her fear of being caught diminished as she successfully evaded detection night after night.
It was Dias, the gymnastics teacher, who caught her. She was just stepping out of the shadows of one of the doorways, when the hallway lights flicked on. Meghna whirled in terror, her heart almost stopping. Her pulse pounded and she felt a knot of fear in her belly. Dias stood at the end of the hallway, glaring at her.
"Meghna."
"Sir." She started backing down the hallway and realised to her horror that her and bra were in her hand. She hadn't put them on when she left Alex and the doctor, enjoying the sexy feeling of slipping through the night without wearing them. She hid her hand behind her back.
Dias stalked down the corridor towards her.
"What is that you're hiding, lady?"
"Me sir? Nothing. Nothing."
"Do not lie to me. Show me."
"No, sir, it's nothing sir."
"Meghna. That is an order. Show me."
Slowly, her hand came around to her front. He looked down and took them one by one, holding them in forefinger and thumb.
"Well. I'm sure you have an explanation, lady."
She stood there, her head bowed.
"Well? I'm waiting."
"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again."
"What won't happen again?"
"Nothing, sir. I'm sorry sir."
He was very close now, their voices low. "Where did you go?"
"Nowhere, sir. Nowhere."
"Another lie."
"Really sir. Please believe me. I -- I only went to the toilet."
"Really."
"Yes sir! It's the truth, sir!"
"Then would you be so kind as to explain why you were creeping down the hall in that suspicious fashion?"
"Was I?"
"You most certainly were. The question is, why?"
"I -- I don't know, sir. I didn't want to make a noise."
"Hardly likely, lady. This floor's carpeted, if you hadn't noticed."
She looked down.
"And what about these -- clothes? Why are they in your hand?"
"I -- I was feeling hot, sir. I took them off." At least that was true.
"I see." There was a strange glint in his eyes. "Frankly, lady, I don't believe a word."
Meghna's heart pounded. She was in deep trouble now and she knew it.
"Report to the Headmaster's office tomorrow at eight o'clock."
She looked up, terrified.
"Please, sir, don't report me! Please! I'll do anything you ask! Just don't report me! Please, sir, I beg you!"
He looked at her steadily. "Meghna. It's one o'clock in the morning. You're not only out of bed after lights, but you're creeping down the hall. You're not properly dressed. I think this needs an explanation, don't you? And you, of all people. Tsk, tsk. I had such hopes."
A tear trembled on her lash and trickled down her cheek. "Please, sir," she sobbed quietly. "Please don't take me to the Headmaster! I'll do anything you say, sir, please! Give me any punishment, sir!"
He considered the situation. Here he was, a virile in his late-thirties, the prime of life, some said, standing in a deserted hallway at one o'clock in the morning with a lovely with sex-appeal who wasn't wearing any underwear. The possibilities were endless. After an agonising, interminable silence, he nodded slowly.
"Very well. Since this is your first offense -- or the first one that's been detected, anyway, though I suspect you've been at whatever you're at for some time -- and since you're quite evidently a good student, I won't go to the Head."
A look of relief crossed her face.
"Oh thank you sir! Thank you! I promise I won't do it again."
"That's not good enough. This school is very lenient with the students but whatever rules exist, must be obeyed absolutely. Transgressions cannot go unpunished. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes sir. Yes. I'll do whatever you say."
She kept saying that, making him think of ever more erotic possibilities.
"You'll take your punishment now."
"Yes, sir." She bowed her head meekly.
"In the master's study. Now."
Each of the students' residential buildings had a housemaster, one of the teachers who looked after the maintenance and discipline of the house. Dias was her housemaster. Although he didn't live in the building itself, he had a small study in the far corner on this floor.
Dias turned and strode down the corridor. His breathing was heavy and he could feel his pulse quickening with excitement. He hadn't the least doubt that the had been out for an assignation. Probably one of the groundsmen or from the senior class. It happened all the time when the kids were at a certain age and filled with hormones. But he'd never caught one red-handed, not in this irresistible state anyway. He entered the study, and she came in behind him, looking nervous, but no longer terrified.
"Lock the door, please. And come here."
Meghna looked surprised, but did as she was told.
She looked at him and finally saw the glitter in his eyes. He could not hide it any longer. She felt a rush of relief and excitement. She knew what he wanted, what he was after. She could handle it. If she gave him a good time, she would be safe. Safe enough to go out with impunity now, so long as he was the master and got his share of the action. Fair enough. She shrugged to herself, and looked at him again, studying him as a lover for the first time.
Dias was a swarthy, tall, superbly built man. A fine athlete and gymnast, he had a sculpted, V-shaped body with broad shoulders that swept to high hips and a narrow waist. His arms and legs were long and with musculature and his chest was deep and his belly flat. His buttocks were taut and firm. His features were coarse, with a thick, but straight nose, a slim mouth, deep eyes and a hard, rocky jaw. He was clean-shaven and his hair was dark and thick. Quite sexy in his own way, Meghna decided. She noticed the interesting bulge between his thighs. Definitely fuckable.
The room was small, but tidy, with a potted plant on one side, a large desk set at an angle with a deep, comfortable leather swivel chair behind it. A small bookrack held his sports magazines and some books. The desk was neat and clean with only a blotter on it. An anglepoise lamp occupied one corner of the desk. Across it, there were two chairs for visitors, and, against the far wall, a small couch and two armchairs grouped around a low, glass-topped coffee-table.
Meghna stepped forward, keeping her head bowed, fingering the top button of her tunic. It was well-cut, smart, grey uniform with five buttons down the front and a green slash at the waist. It hung to her knees. Discreetly, she popped the top button, then the next. Dias saw her do it and in his breath softly. He could see the swell of her and the shadow of her deep cleavage.
"Bend over that chair," he said quietly, nodding to a chair across the desk.
She leaned over the backrest of the chair, and as she did so, the lapels of her tunic swung low. Dias was on the other side of her desk and he saw her naked dangling succulent and tempting. Her delectable butt was thrust back. His erection strained at his trousers, and he longed to plunge his cock into the teenage girl's flesh. Steadying himself, he picked up a jockey-whip from the desk and came around beside her. Meghna closed her eyes and tensed, biting her lower lip, waiting for the stinging blow.
It never came. Instead, the whip rested gently on her hip, then slid slowly downward, over the curve of her buttock. Reaching the hem of her dress, it slipped below and began to rise again, lifting her tunic. Meghna stifled a smile of victory. She was right. He wanted to fuck her.
He lifted the dress higher till her buttocks were exposed to his view. She heard him suck in his breath. The whip caressed her smooth buttocks gently. Her hips trembled and, involuntarily, she moved her legs apart. Dias' gasped audibly. He could see the dark puckered flesh of her anus and, beneath it, the soft, moist cunt-lips, rimmed by a thin fuzz of dark pubic hair.
She was irresistible. He dropped the whip and his hands slid down her buttocks and thighs, caressing them sensuously. There was complete silence. He was standing by her side as she bent over and his groin pressed against her arm. She realised that he had a massive erection. She was about to move, to fling herself to her knees and take his cock in her mouth when, sensing the tension in her body and muscles and fearing that she might turn and run or fight with him and raise a racket, Dias stopped her, squeezing her buttocks and hips hard.
"Don't move!" He snarled. "You are forbidden to move! You are under punishment!"
Meghna froze in position, bent over, his hands on her buttocks. He moved behind her.
"You are to be punished," he repeated. "Do not move. Not a sound, do you hear?"
Meghna nodded, biting her lower lip and trembling with excitement. This was very sexy. His hands left her buttocks briefly. She felt movement behind her; heard the soft krrik of his fly coming down, the sighing sussurus of his trousers slipping down his legs, the snap of his underwear being rolled off, and realised that his penis was out in the open now. She longed to touch it, stroke it, jerk it, kiss it, lick it, suck it. Her body ached and went tense.
His hands returned to her buttocks and he felt the tension in her and mistook it for anxiety. His caresses grew gentler and more erotic. Meghna bit her lower lip, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her nostrils flared. She was dying to moan her joy. He moistened four fingers with his tongue and slid them into the dark cleft between her buttocks, touched her anus where Alex's cock -- and the doctor's -- had been shortly before. Meghna struggled to keep still. His fingers rippled lower and brushed against her cunt-lips. They were already wet and still sticky with jizz.
He froze and she tensed, suddenly frightened again. He chuckled softly and his fingers pried open her cunt-lips gently and wriggled in her wet cunt-flesh.
"As I thought," he murmured. "You have been with someone. Correct?"
Meghna nodded slowly, once, biting her lower lip, her pulse racing, holding her breath.
"Who was it? One of the groundsmen? A fellow student?"
Meghna shook her head, refusing to answer.
"Never mind," he said softly. "When you have been punished properly, you will tell me of your own accord."
Meghna sensed him kneeling behind her. He kissed her hip, then her buttocks and his lips and tongue followed the smooth curve of her buttocks, down to her thighs and up again. His hands slid up her flanks, lifting her tunic higher and higher, till it was just under her breasts. Her body trembled and quivered with tension but now there was no mistaking it. He understood it for what it was.
"Move to the desk," he commanded. "And spread your legs. As far as you can. More. Yes. Good. Now hold still. And not a word."
Meghna took the one step forward to the desk and bent over it on her forearms, shuffling her legs far apart. Her buttocks lobed open and her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Gently teasing her buttocks further open, Dias pushed his face between them.
Meghna's head whipped up, her long neck craned. Biting her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers clenching the sides of the desk, her face contorted, she forced herself to keep still. Her was ablaze with lust. His tongue rippled into her crack, found her anus and swirled slowly over the puckered flesh. Meghna's gasp was sharp and thick, unmistakably one of pleasure, and she relaxed and yielded and his tongue-tip pressed to her anus.
It continued its erotic argosy, questing for her fleece. Meghna's hips quivered and her naked legs trembled when his tongue-tip found her at last. It was open, and dripping with juice. He pulled back her cunt-lips with his fingers and his tongue arched up into her slit. Meghna's head arched and her mouth snapped open in a low, trembling moan of the purest pleasure.
"OHHHHHH uhhh OHMA uhhhh OHHHH!"
Excited by her call, Dias pushed his tongue deeper into her crack. Meghna's hips writhed and swayed erotically. Dias' hands slid up her body to her breasts. They were swollen and turgid, the nipples quivering stiffly. She moaned again as he fondled them gently, with the lightest, most erotic caress, flicking her nipples with his hard fingernails, rolling his rough-skinned open palms sensuously under the pendulant mounds
Dias tongue-fucked the fifteen-year till she was on the brink of a violent orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and hoarse and she moaned softly and incessantly, barely stifling her cries.
"OHH!" She gasped. "Oh ma uhhh OHHHH uhhh OHHHHH!"
On and on he went, utterly relentless, devouring her flesh with his tongue, till she was teetering on the brink of a violent orgasm. Abruptly, he paused and got to his feet behind her. Meghna whimpered, her hips writhing erotically. Dias grinned. His penis was swollen with excitement. He masturbated rapidly for a few seconds and then moved forward. Meghna tensed as she felt the heat of his flesh behind her. His penis seemed to be long and and hard. It pressed between her buttocks; the head touched her anus. She tensed, then heard his dry chuckle as he moved his penis lower, to her cunt-lips. His cock was evidently large. He paused. She couldn't help herself. She thrust a hand between her legs and clawed her cunt-lips open for him. Dias grinned and chuckled softly. His guess was correct. She was no innocent virgin. He guided his cock to her slit and, flexing his buttocks slowly, squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. Meghna's head arched and her mouth snapped open and she gasped.
"OHHHHHHhhhhhh!"
Dias chuckled softly and, holding her hips, flexed his buttocks taut and swung his hips smoothly forward. His penis surged into her flesh. It was big, over eight inches long and correspondingly thick, and it went in deeper and deeper, crushing her clitoris in its passage, mashing her cunt-flesh. Her spasmed and convulsed frantically on his penis and he arched his head with a look of blissful relief. Her was hot and tight and wet and it contracted on his penis with a desperate, avid hunger.
Dias started fucking her quickly and smoothly. Holding her hips, he ran his cock-sword in and out of her cunt-scabbard. His hips rocked rapidly back and forth, and he jerked her body back and forth, running her up and down on his shaft. Moistening his fingers with his tongue, he cupped her again. They were large and succulent and filled his hands. He squeezed them gently, kneading the turgid flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples. Meghna's body lurched and jerked across the desk. Her head was arched and she gasped and panted thickly, in a soft, lust-laden voice. His thighs slapped softly against her buttocks and his balls pressed against her cunt-lips with each rhythmic thrust.
"Oh uh Ohh uhh OHHHHH uhh Oh ma uhh OHHHH!" The moaned deliriously. "Oh ma uhhh OHHH uhhh OHHHH!"
"Now," he grunted, slowing his motions. "Tell me. You have done this before?"
Gasping and whimpering, Meghna nodded slightly.
"For how long have you been fucking? Answer."
"Ohhh uhh sir -- uhhh Ohhhh -- Four -- five weeks."
"Who with?"
She shook her head. Abruptly, he pulled his cock out and rammed it in hard, clamping a hand over her face to muffle her shocked scream.
"There will be more of that if you do not answer, Meghna. Who with?"
"Uh -- Uh -- Alex, sir. Alex."
"Ah. Alex. Good Alex." Dias resumed his gentle, rhythmic fucking. "Meghna."
"Ohhh uhhh ohh ma uhhh OHHH ma --"
"You will answer me in the approved fashion!" Again he rammed hard into her cunt, muffling her cry.
"OHHHHH yes! Yes! Sir, yes!"
"That's better. You are a naughty girl."
"Yes -- ohhhh uhhh yes, sir -- yes. I'm UHHHH sorry uhhh oh ma uhhh ohh uhhh OHHH, sir!"
"You will have to be punished severely."
"Yes! Ohhh yes ohhh god yes, sir, yes!"
"I am happy to note that you accept your transgression and the punishment."
"Yes -- ohh god yes -- oh god, sir, oh god yes!"
"I will administer the punishment personally. For the rest of the week. Daily."
"Yes -- uhhh Ohhhh yes -- ohhh uhhh yes, sir."
"You understand that this is for your good?"
"Yes -- ohhh yes -- ohhh ma uhh oh ma yes!"
"And you will not speak of it to anyone, do you understand?"
"Yes -- yes sir, yes!"
"You may tell Alex, however, if you wish. No, I insist you tell him."
"Yes, sir -- ohhh -- I will, sir -- yes!"
"Good." Dias continued fucking her steadily.
Meghna rocked and jerked under him, her pleasure intense and growing.
"Sir -- Please, sir -- please?"
"Yes. What is it?"
"Sir, please, sir -- k me hard, sir! I want it hard, sir, like you did just then! OHHH yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- that's it! Again, sir, again! OHHHhhh -- Once more! AhhhhHHHh hunhh Ahhh -- Now, sir -- quickly and hard sir please Ohhh god oh god oh ma ohhh Unhhh Ohhh unhh Oh unnhhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHH uh OHH uh OHHHHH!"
Overwhelmed, Dias ram-fucked her furiously, slamming his cock into her cunt. Meghna orgasmed violently. Her spasmed fiercely on his penis and he gasped and ground into her hard, thrusting in greedily again and again, his hands on her hips, jerking her down onto his rampant penis. He hammered his hips at her buttocks violently for a minute, and then, gasping, jerked out of her and came hard, spurting hot, sticky gunk over her back and in the cleft between her buttocks. Groaning, he squeezed his cock into her again briefly and squirmed his hips against her. Meghna groaned, her head bowed, her chest heaving.
Slowly, Dias eased his cock out of her and stepped back. She remained bent over the table, panting and whimpering, her body trembling. At last, she straightened, tottering unsteadily on her feet and turned around. He was zipping his fly, belting his trousers. He grinned at her. Meghna smiled weakly and straightened her tunic, her eyes dazed.
"I hope you've learned your lesson," he said with feigned severity.
"Yes, sir," she murmured, lowering her eyes.
"And what is it you have learned?"
"To -- to obey my teachers, sir. To follow the rules."
"Good. But do you know all the rules?"
"No, sir. Not all."
"Then you might break another rule, even unwittingly, isn't that right?"
"Sir, yes, sir. It might happen."
"We don't want that, now, do we?"
She shook her head. "No. No, sir. I want to be a good student."
"That's good." He smiled and patted her head indulgently. "I will teach you the rules, Meghna. All the rules."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Meghna hid a grin of delight. "That would be very nice."
"Very well. Come back here tomorrow night."
"After lights, sir?" She asked cheekily.
He looked at her hard and she raised her head and looked at him with utter innocence .
"Yes," he said slowly. "After lights."
"Thank you, sir. You're very kind to me, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She smiled.
Dias felt his pulse quicken. She was extraordinarily attractive. He nodded and waved his hand in dismissal. "Very well. You may go now."
"Thank you, sir."
Meghna stepped forward as though to pass him and stopped, right in front of him.
"Yes?" He looked at her curiously.
"Sir?"
"Yes, what is it?"
Suddenly he gasped. She squeezed his penis through his trousers and smiled wantonly up at him.
"Your cock's wonderful, sir. I loved it when you fucked me just now. Every minute. Would you let me suck your cock, sir? Just once, tonight? To show you how sorry I really am? You can even come in my mouth, sir, if you like."
He stared at her speechless, and she took it to mean assent. Smiling happily, she knelt before him and deftly undid his trousers and fly again. Pulling his cock out of his jock-strap, she moaned softly, kissing the cock-head, jerking it in her fist. It swelled rapidly at her touch and her tongue snaked out and coiled languidly around the cock-head. Then she opened her mouth and took his penis between her lips and began it. Dias groaned and fucked her face incredulously, his hips jerking back and forth, her head bobbing between his legs. It felt wonderful, for her mouth was a warm, moist grotto and her tongue had an electric cunning that was truly unusual. Meghna his cock for several minutes and then he came again and she opened her mouth lasciviously, smiling wantonly up at him as he saw his into her mouth and splash on her face. When it was done, she took him in her mouth again and licked his cock. Finally, she rose, licking her lips, wiping the gunk off her face with her fingers and lapping it, her eyes never leaving his face. Rising on her toes, she kissed him gently on the lips.
Dias was in a state of excitement all through the next day. As night fell, his agitation grew. He pottered about distractedly, waiting for her. Lights-out was called and the dormitory fell into darkness. Time crawled. Half-an-hour, forty-five minutes. Dias was in deep rut. He strode out of his study, did the rounds of the dorms and finally came to hers. It was dark inside. A small nightlamp in the far corner provided just enough illumination to navigate the room.
There were six bunks in the room, arranged in pairs, one above the other. One pair was in front of him along the left wall, another along the right. The third was along the front wall, to the right of the door, at a convenient distance from the nightlamp and so in deeper shadows than the rest. Dias knew from his charts that Meghna had the lower berth. The room was completely quiet. He stepped cautiously towards her bunk. The sheets were drawn up and there appeared to be a form under them. Gently, he lifted the sheets.
Meghna was fast asleep. Dias looked at her, his head bowed. She looked lovely, her pretty face serene and calm, her breathing steady and regular. He drew back the covers and stifled a gasp of surprise. She was completely naked. He looked at her hungrily, the high, fleshy, full, swollen mounds rising and falling evenly, the nipples stubby in their dainty aureoles. He pulled the covers further back. Her belly was bare, too, and beneath, he saw the tempting shadow between her thighs. She didn't stir.
Dias quelled his disappointment and drew the covers over her again. He couldn't force her out of bed. He sighed and was about to turn away when she moved, and he froze.
Meghna's hand slipped out from under the covers and slid up his thigh to his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his trousers and then, deftly, with one hand, she slid down his fly-zipper without a sound and slipped her hand into his crotch and around his penis. Dias froze in surprise. The shape in the bed moved and before he could say or do anything, she tossed off the sheets, swung her feet off the bed and, sitting at its edge, took his penis in her mouth and started it rapidly. Her head rocked back and forth before him and she pumped his penis in her fist.
"Meghna!" He gasped, but his cock betrayed him, growing hot and hard.
She looked up in annoyance, a finger to her lips. "Ssh! Quiet!"
Their roles were reversed and now it was he who obeyed. She grinned and began him lasciviously, looking up at him with a smile as he ran her tongue around his glistening, bulging cock-head. Dipping her head, she on his low, heavy balls and then took his penis deep in her mouth again and it hard, her head rocking rapidly back and forth.
Dias expected that she would want him to come in her mouth and she surprised him yet again when she stopped and, pulling open his trousers, pulled his head down and kissed him eagerly. He bent over and returned the kiss, his tongue flickering in her mouth.
"Not here!" He hissed. "For heavens' sake, not here!"
She jerked his cock and he groaned. "Yes, sir, here. Right here. Right now. My is on fire and it won't wait. Take off your clothes and fuck me here!"
Meghna pulled him down into her bunk, tearing off his clothes and, within seconds, his cock was buried in her flesh and he was fucking her rapidly, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt.
She arched and jerked and lurched under him, kissing him feverishly, her hips bucking and heaving under his, kissing him, biting his shoulders, tonguing his ear erotically.
"Come inside me," she hissed in his ear. "I want your in my slit!"
He stared at her in surprise, slowing his movements, and she giggled and licked his nipple. His body was smooth, his torso hairless and sexy.
"Don't worry, sir, I'm safe. I'm on the pill."
Dias groaned and kissed her deeply and began to fuck her furiously, his buttocks plummeting up and down demonically. Meghna's head arched and her mouth opened in a soundless cry. Her fingers scrabbled at his smooth, strong back and her legs wrapped taut about his thighs. Her body jerked and snapped and whipped back and forth and up and down under his. Her were hot and swollen under his. Her convulsed frantically on his penis. He bent his head and her breasts, nibbling on her nipples and her body twisted and writhed and thrashed joyfully beneath his, her head whipping from side to side.
"Sir! Sir! Come on sir, come on! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, sir, yes! Ohh yes, sir, yes!"
"Yes -- take it! Oh fuck yes -- take it -- c'mon take it!" The teacher gasped.
She came and he gasped at the heat of her orgasm as her bit down hot and hard on his penis. He thrust his cock into her hard, ramming it in as deep as it would go. Meghna bit her lower lip and arched under him, clenching his buttocks and pulling him deeper into her. Dias lost control. The breath hissed from his throat and his hips rocked in a frenzy, hammering violently at hers, burying his cock in her cunt, quivering and throbbing, his hips twitching at her crotch. He came explosively inside her and her face glowed with joy as the hot spoot flooded her sodden slit.
A few minutes later, Dias left her dorm. He went to the to wash and returned to his study. Meghna was already there. She sat naked behind his desk on his swivel chair, her body bathed in the soft amber glow from the anglepoise desklamp. Dias stopped in his tracks. Meghna put her feet on the desk and, spreading her legs wide, leaning back in her chair, reached down and pulled her cunt-lips open for him.
"Come on, sir," she said huskily. "Come and lick my slit. Then I want your cock in my ass."
The was irresistible. Dias rushed forward with a strangled cry, ripping off his clothes. Meghna giggled and, as he came towards, lifted one leg off the desk and then replaced it, with him now between her thighs. He fell to his knees and thrust his face into her with a moan. Meghna murmured and smiled softly. His tongue felt good in her slit. She smiled down at him, caressing his handsome face and moving his head round and round in her crotch.
"Mmm -- yes -- that's nice -- yes -- tongue-fuck me, sir -- yes -- Ohhh that feels lovely!"
Her tasted heavenly, tangy and very wet. Dias lapped at her juices. Meghna moaned softly and arched her face, her lips parted, her nostrils flared. Her buttocks and hips twitched and her body jerked up and down, making her bounce gently. She slid her hands under her and lifted them and squeezed them. She rolled her palms sensuously over her stiff nipples and tweaked them in her fingers. Her lips parted and her tongue described an erotic, languid arc over her upper lip, her face turned to one side.
"Ohhhh yes, sir, yes -- Ohhhhhh god Mr. Dias sir yes -- shove your tongue in, sir Ohhh god oh god oh god yes!"
He found her gorged clit and on it. Meghna gasped, her head arching steeply. The lust in her loins grew and spread, and she forced her legs still wider and clenched his head to her cunt, her hands squeezing her in an erotic frenzy. Dias' tongue swirled through her cunt-flesh, probing and flickering like liquid lightning, driving her to paroxysms of delight. Excited by her response, the gym instructor plied her with his tongue till she came. Meghna moaned and cried out, her back arching, her hot and hard in her hands, her head arched back, her hips writhing uncontrollably under his face.
Dias got to his feet with a smile and, moaning, taking her feet off the desk, Meghna slipped off the chair to her knees and began his penis. It was already hard and hot and she it slowly, moaning deep in her throat, lasciviously working the cock-head with her tongue. Dias smiled and grunted in pleasure, rocking her head back and forth, pumping his hips at her face. She pumped his cock in her fist, licked his balls, his penis again and, holding his hips now, began to do it rapidly and hungrily as her lust mounted again. Dias gasped, his hard belly rippling with tension. Meghna thrust a hand into her crotch and began masturbating.
They fucked on his desk. Dias lay on his back across its length. Meghna continued him for a while and then, moaning, moved up, straddling his hips in a low squat, her feet on the desk on either side of his hips, his penis in her hands, between her thighs. She lowered her hips, holding his penis, and he gasped as her cunt-lips slipped around his bulging cock-head. She grinned down at him, pausing in that deep, strenuous position apparently without effort, one hand on his shaft, the other on his hard belly, her body leaning forward slightly.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" She grinned.
He gasped in response, his hands hot on her breasts.
"Watch this," she smiled.
Putting her hands on her hips, taking her weight on her heels, she swung her hips in a slow, wide, circle. Her swirled around his cock-head, making him gasp as it convulsed delightfully on his penis. Again her hips rolled and yet again and then she began rolling them round and round faster and faster, churning her with his cock. Her lips parted and her nostrils flared and her breathing was sharp with excitement.
"Oh ma uhhh OHHH yes Oh fuck yes!" She cried.
Her wobbled with her motions and he squeezed them, awed by her prowess. With a shuddering moan of relief, flinging her head back, Meghna swung her hips once more and this time, it was a descending spiral so that with one single twirl, her swallowed his cock fully. Dias gasped and arched under her, thrusting his penis deep into her cunt.
She cried out and they began to move, bucking and rocking eagerly on his desk. Her hips rose and fell, her buttocks flexing and unflexing, her knees bending and unbending. Her slid up and down the length of his erect, throbbing shaft, and it glistened as it appeared and disappeared between her cunt-lips. She leaned forward with her fingertips on the table and, her head flung back, began moving faster and faster, slamming her up and down on his penis. Her bounced and tossed with their movements.
"Ohh sir! Sir! Yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohh yes!" She cried.
"Take it! Oh yes, take it, bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore!" He gasped.
She came violently, her convulsing on his penis and her motions slowed to a heavy up-and-down, crushing stroke, her hips writhing and grinding and gyrating ecstatically over his. His penis throbbed ominously in her flesh and she sensed his orgasm. Immediately, she slipped off his cock. He groaned in despair.
"I want your in my ass," she gasped. "Not in my -- c'mon -- fuck my butt!"
Her words inflamed him. She turned around to kneel on the desktop with her back to him, leaning forward on her front in a *namaz* position, her buttocks raised, her legs spread. Her tight little anus winked invitingly. Panting with lust, Dias knelt behind her, and spreading her buttocks wider with his hands, pressed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed when she felt his cock-head at her anus, then relaxed and yielded. He gripped her hips, flexed his buttocks and his huge cock-head popped into her asshole.
Meghna's head snapped up, her mouth jerked open and the breath rushed from her throat in a choking gasp. Her ass was incredibly hot and very tight and it convulsed fiercely on his penis. Dias' head jerked back as if pulled by an invisible string and he cried out softly.
"More!" She panted. "Give it to me, sir! Do it! Fuck my ass!"
"OHHHHhhunhhhhhAHHHHHHHH!" Her gymnastics instructor moaned, half-crazy with lust and delight.
His buttocks flexed slowly and his penis surged into her ass. Meghna gasped and whimpered, her body twisting as she reached behind for his anus.
"Fuck me!" She gasped. "Oh god yes -- fuck my ass! Do it, sir! Do it!"
She felt no pain, only a searing, indescribable lust. Her hips jerked and lurched backward, impaling her anus on his throbbing, burning penis. She gasped. He cried out and, sliding out of her, thrust into her again. Her body lurched forward with his stroke.
"Again!" She gasped. "Do that again!"
His orgasm was imminent. Dias fucked her ass heavily and slowly, thrusting his swollen throbbing penis in and out of her cunt, then going faster and faster, plunging greedily into her hot, convulsing ass-flesh. Meghna's soft, staccato, choking gasps and moans thrilled him. He buried his penis in her anus.
"Take it!" He gasped. "Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhhh god yes!"
"Oh sir! Sir! Yes!" she sobbed. "Ohhh god yes! Ohhhh yes! Fuck me, sir! Ohhh unhhhh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard, sir Ohhhhhhh yes yes yes!"
He found his rhythm at last and began stroking smoothly in and out of her anus, swinging his hips from the waist, his taut buttocks flexing and unflexing. His thighs slapped softly against her buttocks and his glistening penis appeared and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. He slid his hands up her body and cupped and squeezed her swinging, bouncing breasts. Crushing them in his hands, he began moving faster and faster.
Meghna came hard, her and ass spasming and convulsing frantically. Her anus cramped on his penis and it was too much for him to bear. With a shuddering cry, he plunged into her and held fast, his cock quivering in her anus, his hips twitching at her buttocks. Meghna moaned. He gasped and then his face creased in a smile of joy as the heat surged out of his cock and spurted in hot, sticky jets into her tight asshole.
Meghna bowed her head, panting and gasping heavily. Slowly, he eased his penis out of her and she moaned. Her body sank to the desktop, trembling and quivering. Dias grinned down at her and caressed her buttocks and anus with his sticky penis.
"You really liked that, didn't you, whore?" He murmured. "Liked having it in your ass? "
Slowly, she turned around under him and her face was radiant with genuine pleasure.
"Shall I tell you the truth, sir?"
He smiled. "You must always tell the truth, lady."
She giggled. "Well, sir, the truth is, I can't decide where I liked it more: In my or in my ass or in my mouth."
"To be quite honest, neither can I."
"Well then, sir, there's only one to find out, I guess."
He was on his haunches on the desk and she got up quickly and, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, bent her head over his crotch and took his penis in her mouth again. He grunted, then chuckled softly, caressing her breasts, sliding his hand down her back to her slit.
She his cock steadily for several minutes and, to his surprise, succeeded in resurrecting his erection. She licked it slowly, smiling with satisfaction, savouring the mingled taste of and and ass on it. Her eyes glittering, she straightened before him.
"I love being fucked," she murmured, quite unneces*sari*ly. "Fuck me!"
Her lips fluttered against his and her tongue rapped at his, slipping between his lips and into his mouth. Dias squeezed her turgid breasts. She was the best woman he'd ever known, the best fuck he'd ever had. She gave utterly and without reserve and there wasn't the least hint of ennui about her lovemaking. In time, she would be formidable in bed.
"A penny for your thoughts," she smiled as they went down on the desk again, her body under his.
"Too cheap," he chuckled, taking her hands in his and stretching her arms above her head. "Much too cheap."
"So am I," she said. "Very cheap. Free, actually."
"No," he laughed, his penis throbbing between her thighs, "I don't think you're cheap at all. I think you're priceless. Quite priceless."
"You're sweet," she said, kissing him deeply.
She lifted her hips and he found her cunt-hole and, flexing his buttocks, entered her slowly.
"Mm -- that's wonderful, sir," she murmured, smiling, kissing him. "Your cock really is wonderful -- yes -- I think it's nicest in my -- what do you think?"
He grinned and bent his head to suck her nipples. "Yes, I tend to agree, Meghna. Your is really good on my cock."
"I want to be fucked all night."
"I want to fuck you all night."
"I'll come here every night."
"Yes. You must."
"Mm -- what a lovely way to study, sir -- the best -- come on now -- fuck me slowly -- make it last -- ohhh yes -- that's nice -- mm, that's good -- ohhh yes -- do it, sir -- fuck me -- take me like a whore, sir -- use me!"
Dias fucked Meghna every night for a week. He sated himself with her body, fucking her repeatedly in her every orifice for hours on end after lights out. There was not an available surface in his study they didn't use.
Meghna felt sorry for Alex. She had told him about Dias and although he agreed to wait out the week, she could see that he didn't like being deprived. That gave her an idea.
The following week, Dias walked into his study and was thunderstruck to see Alex and Meghna fucking on his desk. He watched them and then she looked at him and smiled and invited him to join in. Dias gasped in surprise and delight.
That night, the two hard-bodied sports instructors fucked the fifteen-year repeatedly till she was dizzy with exhaustion. They took her separately and together in her and mouth and then in her and ass simultaneously. She was ecstatic and almost fainted with the intensity of the pleasure from the two huge penises sawing rhythmically in and out of her teenage flesh.
For the next fortnight, Meghna alternated between the two during the week, and, every Saturday night, they fucked her together. Meghna loved every minute of it and never tired of the fucking, no matter what they did to her or how often. She only wanted more.
Not long afterwards, the mid-term exam results were announced. Meghna did poorly. She looked at her report sheets in horror. She had barely passed a single examination. After lights-out, waiting for the others to fall asleep so she could go to Dias, Meghna lay on her bunk and stared silently at the bunk above her. The terrifying figures swam before her eyes.
She looked at her watch with a sigh. It was almost time. Cautiously, she slipped out the room. Going down the hall to Dias' room, she saw the answer.
It was so clear, so elegant in its simplicity that it took her breath away. She stopped, leaning against the wall, her head bowed, her mind whirling with excitement and plans. Finally, smiling to herself, she hurried to Dias.
That night, Meghna pushed Dias to the limit. Apparently insatiable, she aroused him again and again after every orgasm, with the most cunning caresses, exploring his body with the sexiest of touches, using her lips and tongue and teeth and fingers with such skill that he was almost screaming in an agony of pleasure. She made him fuck her hard in her and in her ass, drank his jizz, and made him fuck her again, and yet again. Dias was exhausted when she finally kissed him goodnight.
Two nights later, she made her first foray into the academics faculty and snared Trivedi, the Geography teacher. He was in his mid-forties, slim and well-kept, and randy as hell. He had to be, with a who looked like a buffalo and was just as beddable.
Meghna went into his study one sultry Sunday afternoon, ostensibly to ask for some help in her schoolwork. Ten minutes after she went in, she was his cock greedily and, a short while later, he fucked her savagely on her back on the floor, pounding his seven-inch penis into her like a demon. She stayed with him for an hour and left him flushed and gasping and smiling.
Her geography marks improved dramatically. Smiling at the latest results, Meghna began working through five other subjects, ticking them off in a little check-list as she went along. English, Music and Art were beyond reach, since there wasn't anything she could do about the three doddering spinsters. All the others, in Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology and History were male and, three weeks after she launched what she called Operation Come-A-Lot, Meghna was fucking them all. The results, on her report sheets, were astonishingly and uniformly good. Unfortunately, the History teacher, Gandhi, left the school a few weeks later and one of the ladies substituted, forcing Meghna to work harder on the subject. To her surprise, she found she did well despite the lack of any external aids or incentives. Turning to English, she worked steadily and that, too, yielded dividends.
Meghna realised that she was able to get the marks she wanted by either method. Equally, she found that it was much more fun and far less effort to use the more informal system. She continued sleeping with the teachers.
She missed Gandhi, for he was a gentle, avuncular sort with round glasses. She didn't mind that he had a soft, pudgy body or that his cock wasn't as big as the others. He was gentle and kind, and where the others fucked her, Gandhi made love to her, tenderly revelling in the pleasures of her fifteen-year flesh.
Then there was Chinua, the soccer coach whom she found very sexy and quickly seduced late one evening. He was a strong, virile, handsome and he was the best tongue-fucker of the lot, for he had a long, thick, heavy, pointed tongue and he loved the taste of wet cunt. His penis was a magnificent thing, almost ten inches long and enormously and the first time he went into her, Meghna very nearly fainted with joy. He filled her to the brim and she thought he would rip her flesh in two, that it would surely burst from her throat. His cock touched the inside of her belly and found recesses in her to explore that none of the others could. Meghna spent long hours taking soccer coaching and soon became captain of the team. Chinua and she celebrated with a prolonged fuck in the woods behind the soccer field.
Her marks were not only linked to the sexual favours she dispensed so liberally, though that certainly helped put her a rung above the rest. Meghna was an intelligent and knew that getting high marks without knowing very much about the subject in which they were awarded was bound to arouse suspicion sooner or later. Questions would be asked and people would talk. That would jeopardize everything and she wanted to avoid that at all costs. So while she was fucking her teachers, Meghna also studied seriously and worked hard at gymnastics, athletics, football, swimming and other sports. She played tennis, volleyball, squash, badminton and learned horseback riding. The difference, as she said to Alex, was that the horses needed saddles, while she much preferred to ride bareback.
Her progress was recognised, and she was appointed Prefect and then Head Prefect, when she returned with the gymnastics trophy and won an inter-school elocution competition. By now, very firmly the brightest star in the school's firmament, Meghna was every schoolgirl's idol, every schoolboy's fantasy, every school-master's pride and joy. = o =
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