NINE
On the first morning after the Easter vacation, Chuck stood talking with
four or five other boys on the wide stone steps in front of the school building.
He had gotten there early, because he wanted to be there when Jane arrived.
The previous night, at Joe's house, Chuck had reminded Jane that she was
to wear the clothes Joe had given her to school. He had also given her some
further instructions.
He and Linda had always taken pains to keep their unusual relationship a
secret--except for a very few carefully chosen friends. They had not wanted to
take any risks that might get them in trouble, especially as they were brother
and sister. But now Chuck was feeling the heady sense of power more and more,
and with Jane he was tempted by the thrill of exhibiting the hold he had over
her, flaunting the fact that she belonged to him body and soul.
When he had told Jane some of the things he had in mind for her, she had
cried. Her shameful tears had so excited him that he had thrown her down and
fucked her brutally. She had come three times, in violent, heaving, squalling
orgasms. When they had finished, he had told her that if she no longer wanted to
be his unquestioning slave, she was free and he would never touch her again. Of
course he had already known what she would say.
At last Jane appeared. She was indeed dressed as ordered. The wickedly
tight blue pullover molded her shapely breasts as though it had been glued to
her skin, and the nipples made very noticeable bumps in the clinging fabric. The
little skirt revealed a breathtaking amplitude of bare, sweetly curving thighs.
He could sense her nervousness and discomfort as she began to mount the long
flight of steps.
He was not the only one who had notice her. The boys in his group had
stopped talking to stare at her, and he could see many other boys--and girls
too--among those hanging around on the stairs or on the street in front of the
building turning to look at her in astonishment, awe or admiration.
Those who knew her, of course, were amazed to see this serious,
studious, quiet girl suddenly showing up in such a flamboyantly revealing
outfit. But even those who were previously unacquainted with her were taken
aback--and most of them turned on--by the sexiness of her appearance.
"Holy shit!" one of the boys in Chuck's group exclaimed. "Is that...Jane
Burkheimer?"
"It sure as hell is," another boy said. "But Christ, I never knew she
was built like that. Look at those legs!"
"I can't believe it!" the first boy said. "What's gotten into her?"
"Oh fuck, I know what I'd LIKE to get into her!" a third chimed in. "Oh
mama, I'm dyin'!" He shifted his pants to adjust them to his burgeoning hard-on.
Jane was climbing the stairs slowly, lookng neither right nor left. She
could not have been unaware of being the focus of attention. As she got closer,
Chuck saw that she was blushing furiously. In spite of her deliberate pace, her
breasts bobbed enticingly as she walked.
"Jesus, look at that!" the second boy said hoarsely. "She's not even
wearing a bra, for Christ sake!"
Chuck spoke up quietly. "She's not wearing panties either," he said.
They stared at him. He grinned. His moment was at hand.
"How the hell do you know that?" the second boy, whose name was Tim,
asked challengingly.
"Because I told her not to," Chuck said.
Tim burst into laughter. One or two others joined him, although there
was something about Chuck's manner that kept the rest of them silent--and
curious.
"Sure, buddy," Tim said derisively. "You tell all the chicks wht to
wear." He laughed again.
"Nope. Just her," Chuck said. "She does whatever I tell her to do."
"Come on, Harrison," the third boy, Frank DiCarlo, demanded. "What the
fuck are you talking about?"
"I'll show you." Jane was almost level with their group now. He called
to her. "Jane. Hey, Jane, come on over here."
She came.
"Hi, Jane," Tim greeted her, looking her boldly up and down. The others
were doing the same, either openly or more discreetly. Jane nodded briefly and
looked at the ground in front of her.
"The guys were admiring your oufit, Jane," Chuck said. "They all think
you look sexy as hell. Right, fellas?"
Everybody agreed.
"Thank you," Jane said, very low, not looking up.
"Tim here likes the fact that you're not wearing a bra," Chuck went on.
"So I told him you weren't wearing panties either; but he doesn't think I know
what I'm talking about. So you tell us, Janie. Do you have panties on?"
Jane swallowed. "No," she whispered.
There was a stir among the group of boys. Jane was no longer blushing;
she was pale.
"Why not, Janie?" Chuck said.
"Because--because you told me not to."
Chuck basked in the gasps and stares of the boys around him. This was a
new dimension to the thrill of domination--to have his power recognized and
acknowledged by his peers.
"All right, Jane," he said quietly. "Now tell the boys what you are."
"I--I am your slave," Jane said.
"Good. Now tell us what else you are."
The girl took a trembling breath. "I'm a worthless little slut," she
said.
"Right," Chuck said. "And what else?"
"I'm a cock-eating whore."
"Go on."
"I'm a silly cunt," Jane breathed.
"And?"
"And a piece of shit."
"What do you like to do, Jane?"
"I like to suck cock," the girl whispered. There were tears in her eyes.
"Speak up, Janie," Chuck said. "The boys want to hear you."
She said it louder. "I like to suck cock."
"Whose cock, Jane?"
"Yours," Jane said.
"What about other guys? Like these guys here? Wouldn't you like to suck
their cocks?"
Jane was silent.
"Wouldn't you, Jane?" Chuck repeated.
"I--only if you told me to," Jane said.
"Good girl," Chuck said., "If I told yo to, you'd do it, right?"
Jane nodded, not looking up.
"If I told you to fuck them, you'd do it, right?"
"Yes," she said.
"And if I told you," Chuck went on relentlessly, "to get down on your
knees--right here, right now--and take out old Tim's cock and suck him off until
he shoots down your throat--what would you do, Janie?"
She looked up at him, one swift, strained glance, and then looked down
again.
"I'd do it," she said.
"All right, Jane," Chuck said. "Maybe I'll let you give one of the boys
a treat later on. You can go now."
Jane hurried off into the school building.
Chuck turned to the gaping, dumfounded boys to receive his homage.
#
Joe was late getting to school because he had spent the night with
Linda. His parents were still away, and Linda had told her mother and father
that she was going to stay over with a girl friend; so they had been able to
have a whole night at his place. Linda had spent most of it on her knees, on the
floor by the bed, her body sprawled forward across the mattress, with her arms
stretched in front of her, her thighs lashed to one side of the box spring, her
wrists to the other. Joe had found this an excellent position; he could get at
her ass from one side of the bed, or her mouth from the other side; and her back
and buttocks made extremely tempting targets for whipping with his trusty belt.
He had taken ample advantage of all these opportunities, to Linda's great
satisfaction as well as his own.
The night's activities had so exhausted Linda that she had been unable
to get up for school that morning. Joe had been greatly worn out himself, but he
had forced himself to get up because of Jane.
He was beginning to feel a bit left out of the intensifying relationship
between Chuck and Jane. Not that he hadn't had as much sexual activity with her
as Chuck had; but he resented the fact that she seemed more drawn to the older
boy, and also that Chuck tended to act as if she were really his property, to be
shared with Joe only incidentally. After all, the idea had been that she
belonged to both of them. Chuck had been full of plans about what he was going
to do with her at school today. Well, he had a few ideas himself.
Chuck was a year ahead of Jane in school, and so had no classes with
her; but Joe had several. The first of these was a class in European history,
taught by an elderly man named Johnson. It was the second period of the day, and
Joe rushed from his first class to get there before Jane.
He saw her in the hall, about to go into the classroom. Even after his
long night with Linda, his dick twitched when he saw her in his sister's
too-small clothes.
He caught up with her. "Hi, Jane."
She turned and looked at him. Her face was pale and strained.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"it's--it's these clothes," she said in a low voice. "Everyone is
looking at me."
"That's the idea," Joe said.
"I know."
"Humiliation," he said.
"I know."
"You like it."
"I...I don't..."
"Touch me," he said.
"What?"
"On my cock. Right now."
She glanced around wildly. The hall was full of students hustling by on
the way to their next class. "People will--"
"Right now!"
She put out a shaking hand and held it over his crotch. He watched her
face. Some of the people passing stared at them. Some of them slowed and looked
back as they went by. One or two stopped in their tracks, astonished or amused.
"Okay," he said.
She dropped her hand. "God!" she said.
"We're just starting," he said. "Let's get to class."
They entered the classroom. Jane started toward the back of the room,
but Joe stopped her. "Sit up front," he said. "Right here." He indicated a seat
in the very front and center of the room, directly facing the tacher's desk.
Jane gave him a worried look, but obeyed. Joe sat in the seat just behind her,
pulling it up close to the back of hers. The seats were the standard classroom
style, with one arm which curved around to provide a small survace for writing.
When she sat down, Jane's skirt was pulled so high that it barely
covered her crotch, and he was not surprised that she was the object of rapt
stares from each male student as he entered the room. Jane folded her hands in
her lap to give her as much modesty as possible. Until he told her to remove
them. Then she kept them clenched tightly together on the writing surface,
looking straight ahead.
Mr. Johnson, the teacher, entered as the bell rang. He was at least
seventy years old, a scrawny little man with thin white hair and old-fashioned
rimless glasses. He went to his desk and took his seat, arranging books and
lecture notes in front of him. Then he raised his head to look over his class.
When his eyes fell upon Jane, he blinked, almost audibly. For just a
moment he stared, frozen. Then he looked away. But his eyes came back to her as
if with a will of their own. Joe could see him swallow hard. He cleared his
throat loudly, then tore his eyes away again and began his lecture.
He started out in his usual dry, pedantic manner, but every few minutes
his eyes would be drawn back to the girl whose bare shapely legs were exposed to
his gaze, and whose nipples were poking out at him through the figure-molding
sweater. Each time he looked at her, his voice faltered a little, until he got
hold of himself and pushed on.
Jane was busily taking notes, trying her best to ignore the situation.
Joe watched Johnson closely, and when he sensed that the teacher was about to
allow himself another look, he leaned forward, placing his mouth close to the
girl's ear.
"Cross your legs," he whispered.
Jane caught her breath and looked around at him swiftly, her eyes wide.
"I can't!" she whispered pleadingly.
He poked her sharply with his pencil. "Do it!"
And as Johnson's eyes turned toward her as though pulled by the force of
gravity, Jane crossed her legs.
Her skirt was pulled back even further by the movement, and Joe, looking
over her shoulder, saw that her thighs were completely uncovered, and that only
a tiny fraction of an inch more would expose the beginnings of her pubic
triangle. He also knw that Johnson, from his more fortunate viewpoint behind his
desk, could hardly avoid getting a glimpse of pink pussy between the crossed
thighs.
The teacher's voice went suddenly hoarse; he had to stop to clear his
throat. His face seemed redder than before, and when he resumed his manner was
nervous. His glance turned on the girl with greater frequency; indeed, his eyes
hardly left her for more than a few seconds at a time. And he was not the only
one whose attention was diverted. The students in the surrounding
seats--especially the boys sitting on either side of her--seemed far more
interested in watching Jane than in listening to his lecture.
After a fw minutes, Joe lenaed forward and whispered in her ear again.
"Now cross them the other way," he told her.
He saw her hands clench. Then, as carefully as she could, she uncrossed
her legs and recrossed them the other way.
Johnson's voice ground to a halt. He coughed chokingly, his face getting
still redder. It took him a minute to recover. Then, making a great effort to
keep his eyes on his notes, he attempted to continue. But he sounded wheezy, and
his hands were trembling slightly. Finally he gave up.
"That's all for today," he rasped. taking off his glasses to wipe them.
"Class dismissed."
"Stay here," Joe whispered to Jane.
The students, joyful at being dismissed an unaccustomed twenty minutes
early, piled out of the room--not without a final glance at Jane on the part of
most of the boys.
Only Joe and Jane were left in the room with the teacher. Johnson
glanced at them sharply--his glance lingering on the girl.
"What is going on here?" he said to Jane.
Jane said nothing. She hadn't moved.
"Mr. Johnson," Joe said, "I noticed how you were looking at my girl."
Johnson peered at him. "Your girl?" he repeated. "Indeed. She's been
giving quite a blatant display. I'm really surprised at you, Miss Burkheimer."
"Come on, Mr. Johnson," Joe said. "you've been enjoying the hell out of
it. She's a damn sexy girl, isn't she?"
"What's this all about, Felston? I don't have time--"
Joe looked at his watch. "You have fifteen minutes before the next
class," he said. "If you want, I'll leave you alone with Jane for that time.
She'll do whatever you want."
Johnson gazed at him. "I see," he said finally. "And why would you do
that, Felston?"
He was actually a pretty shrewd old goat, Joe thought. "Well, I'm not
doing too good in this class," he said straightforwardly. "You might want to
give me a passing grade..."
Johnson nodded. He smiled a rather sad smile.
"You," he said after a pause, "are a clever but unprincipled young man.
And I am an admittedly susceptible but, I'm afraid, completely impotent old one.
So you see, Mr. Felston, your plan is wasted on me. I have long since lost the
power to do anything about my senile desires. You may leave now, both of you.
And, Miss Burkheimer, you will not come to my class dressed like that again."
"Wait a minute," Joe said hastily. "Listen, Mr. Johnson, you still--I
mean you still like to look, right? I could see that. Wouldn't you at least like
to see the rest of her? All of her? Right now?"
Jane looked down at her hands.
Johnson turned to look at the girl again. There was a pause.
"You tempt me," he said in a soft voice.
"I'll make sure nobody comes in," Joe said. He went to stand with his
back against the door. Then he said, "All right, Jane. Show him the rest."
Jane uncrossed her legs. Without getting up, she crossed her hands in
front of her and pulled the sweater up and over her head. She laid it on the arm
of the chair.
Johnson licked his parched lips, his eyes on her outthrust, quivering
breasts.
Then she stood up, unfastened the skirt and let it fall around her feet.
She stood there, not looking at either of them. Johnson's shaky breathing was
loud in the quiet room.
"Lovely," he muttered. "Lovely."
"Walk around a little, Jane," Joe said from the door. "Let him see all
of you."
Naked except for her shoes, Jane began to walk up and down the width of
the room in front of the teacher's desk, keeping her eyes straight ahead of her.
Johnson watched her avidly, the jouncing of her breasts, the slight, involuntary
sway of her hips, the movement of her buttocks, the delicate play of muscle
beneath the smooth flesh of her thighs and calves. Joe was not unaffected by the
sight himself.
After what seemed like a long time, Johnson spoke. "All right. That's
enough." As Jane swiftly pulled on her clothes, he leaned back weakly in his
chair. "That was very nice," he muttered in a cracked voice. "Very nice indeed.
I only wish I could--ah, well. Thank you, Miss Burkheimer. Felston, you will
pass the course. Now please go away."
When they were out in the hall, Jane slumped against the wall and put
her hands over her face. "Oh god," she whispered brokenly. "Oh god."
"Stop it," Joe said. "You loved it."
"I was so ashamed! It was awful!"
"Sure. But your nipples are hard. And if I put my hand on your cunt
right now, I'd find it sopping wet. Wouldn't I?"
"Yes," Jane said.
#
Chuck had ordered Jane to cut her last class of the day, and to meet him
at her locker after the class period had started. He was waiting for her, along
with Tim.
He saw her turn the corner into the short extension of the corridor
where her locker was located. When she saw the two boys, her step faltered. She
approached them slowly.
Chuck smiled at her. "Hi, Janie," he said. "Glad you could make it.
Remember I told you I might let you give one of the guys a treat today?"
Jane nodded mechanically.
"Well, Tim here is the lucky fellow. You're going to suck his cock for
him, just like we talked about this morning."
She bit her lip. Tim was grinning lewdly.
"And you're going to do it well," Chuck said. "Aren't you, slave?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"All right. Go ahead."
She looked at him, startled. "I--right here?"
"Right here. Everybody's in class now."
"But--but someone might--I mean anybody could be--"
"That's what makes it interesting,"Chuck said. "Now do you have any more
stupid question, you impertinent little cunt?"
She gulped. "No, Chuck."
"Then stop stalling."
The girl went to her knees in front of Tim. He unzipped himself and
pulled out his already stiff cock. It was thick and veiny, and not particularly
clean. Jane took a breath, and then she leaned forward and opened her mouth to
take it in.
Tim groaned and leaned back against the wall of lockers as the kneeling
girl began to work her mouth over his tool. Chuck watched avidly, at the same
time keeping his senses alert for the sound of anyone who might chance along the
empty corridor. Discovery could be disastrous; but he had not been able to pass
up the chance to have Jane perform in such precarious conditions.
She was doing her work well. "Good, isn't she?" Chuck said as Tim's
breathing got louder. "Trained her myself."
"Oh, Jesus!" the other boy gasped. "And this bitch was always so fuckin'
high and mighty! Walkin' around here like she was better than anybody! With her
smart-ass brains and her books and her fuckin' glasses. Cool as a goddamn
cucumber. And--And--"
"And now look at her," Chuck said. "Degrading herself on her knees like
the cocksucking little whore she is."
He saw a shudder go through the kneeling girl.
"I want to fuck her," Tim said suddenly.
Chuck shrugged. "Why not?"
Tim pulled his prick from the girl's mouth, then reached down and hauled
her to her feet. He turned her toward the lockers, standing behind her. "Bend
over," he said roughly.
Jane looked at Chuck.
"Do what he says," Chuck told her.
She bent over.
"Brace yourself against the wall," Tim ordered, pushing her feet apart.
She stood bent forward sharply from the waist, her arms stretched in
front of her, leaning on her hands braced against the row of lockers, her legs
spread. Tim grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up, tucking it into
the waistband and leaving her crotch and buttocks exposed. He stepped against
her and bent his knees, his hand going down to guide his cock to the opening of
her cunt. Then he thrust up into her.
Jane cried out at the sudden penetration, and her head came up sharply,
her face an intense mixture of pain, humiliation and arousal. Tim gave an
animal-like grunt of satisfaction and reached around her leaning body to grab
her breasts with both hands. Holding on to them tightly, he began to pump
himself rapidly in and out of her.
The gir's body juddered with each thrust, and small whimpering noises
came from her mouth. Chuck's eyes glittered as he watched. He was turned on by
the scene, by the fact that Jane's need for domination was even stronger than
her fear of discovery, by Tim's casual debasement of her and her response to it.
He stepped close to the jerking, panting girl and clutched a handful of
her hair in one hand, turning her face toward him. She cried out softly. Tim was
moving faster, battering against her bent-over body.
Chuck looked down into her glazed eyes. "You sweet, cock-loving little
bitch," he crooned. "Look at you. Your father should draw a picture of this,
too. I'd like to hang it up in the hall here and let everybody see what a
groveling little slave you are."
"Chuck," Jane moaned. "Oh Chuck..."
Chuck spat in her face.
Jane gasped. A blissful expression suffused her distorted features.
"Yes, Chuck!" she cried. "I love you, Chuck....I love you...."
As before, Chuck was disconcerted by this statement. It roused feelings
in him he could not cope with. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her
head back painfully and bringing a little shriek from her mouth.
"You silly slut," he said roughly. "It's not me you love. It's this!" He
twisted her hair. "Being fucked! Being hurt! Being treated like shit!"
"You, Chuck...you...I love you...." The words were torn from her lips as
her body was jarred repeatedly by Tim's pile-driver lunges. Her arms trembled
with the effort to keep herself from being driven into the wall.
"Shit!" Chuck replied. He addressed himself to the other boy. "Fuck the
hell out of her, Tim. Drive it up through her belly. Pull her tits off--the
crazy bitch eats it up!"
"The chick's got a terrific twat," Tim panted. "I could fuck her all
day. Great mouth, great cunt--what's her asshole like?"
Chuck felt an uncharacteristic hesitation in himself. It made him angry.
He gave another cruel twist to the girl's hair. "How about it, Janie? Shall I
give Tim a crack at your ass?"
Her rolling eyes focused on him fearfully. "I--I--I never--" she
stammered breathlessly.
"I know," Chuck said. "I've been saving it. But what the hell. Tell him
you'd like it."
"You do it, Chuck...." she moaned. "Please...you..."
"It's Tim's show right now, baby," Chuck said remorselessly. "But you'll
dig it. It'll hurt like hell. It'll drive you right up the wall."
Jane made a whining noise. "Ohh god..."
"Thought that would get you. Tell him to do it."
Tim had stopped fucking and was standing with his cock buried in her
cunt and his hands still mauling her breasts, waiting.
"If--if you want me to, Chuck..." she breathed.
"Tell him!"
"Do it," Jane whimpered. "Do it. Fuck my ass...."
"Sure thing, baby," Tim said happily. He withdrew his thick, ropy prick
from her cunt and carefully placed it against the tiny opening of her anus. He
was lubricated with the juices from her cunt, but the small aperture was too
tight to admit him. Cursing, he removed his hands from her breasts and placed
them on her buttocks, pulling in opposite directions to spread them as far apart
as possible. This stretched the hole wide enough for him to work the tip of his
cock into it; and from there on it was a matter of brute force. Grabbing her
breasts again, he pushed against her with all his strength, and Jane whimpered
loudly as the tip of his pole dug more deeply into her. He grunted, pushing
relentlessly. The girl began to emit little panting cries, her body squirming as
it tried instinctively to draw away from him; but she still kept her weary arms
braced against the wall.
Chuck still had his grip on her hair, holding her head back. Her wide,
staring eyes were glued to his face as Tim worked his slow, painful way into her
bakcside. Then, suddenly, her sphincter muscles gave way; and as Tim, with a
hoarse sound of triumph, thrust inexorably the rest of the way into her asshole,
huck swiftly placed his free hand over her mouth to stifle the scream of pain,
violation and unimagined joy that was forced out of her.
He kept his hand there as Tim proceeded to fuck her anus, for Jane was
lost to all thought of prudence in the throes of ecstatic agony. Her bent body
now rocked forward and back, riding with the rhythm of the marauding prick,
thrusting back to meet and welcome its every stroke. And when she climaxed,
seconds before Tim did, he was afraid that, despite his muffling hand, her
ragged, inhuman scream of completion would be heard through half the school.
But still no one came to disturb them, and the now-depleted couple broke
apart, Tim disengaging himself and staggering back, and Jane slumping weakly
against the wall of lockers. Chuck released her hair, and the girl slid in an
exhausted heap to the floor, gasping for breath.
"Okay, as long as you're down there," Chuck said roughly, "you might as
well clean Tim's cock off for him. With your mouth, of course. Considering where
it's been, he might appreciate it."
The panting girl did not protest. As a grinning Tim stepped up to her
she reached weakly for his limp, soiled penis and fed it into her open mouth.
She sucked and licked at it until it was clean, her laboring breath whistling in
her nostrils. When she was finished, Tim stepped back and sighed contentedly,
zipping himself up.
"Thanks, kid," he said. "And thank YOU, buddy."
"Any time," Chuck said.
"See you around." And Tim turned and walked off, whistling.
Jane collapsed against Chuck, wrapping her arms around his legs, her
body sprawled carelessly on the floor.
"I do love you, Chuck," she moaned. "I do. I do."
He looked down at the panting, trembling, submissive girl groveling at
his feet, abused and degraded and completely fulfilled. His slave.
"I love you too," he said.
#
They walked out of the school together. "Chuck, what if he tells?" Jane
said. "Tim? What if he starts spreading stories..."
"He won't," Chuck said. "Don't worry."
"But what about those other boys this morning? They might--"
"They won't," he said. "They don't want to louse up their turn at you."
She looked at him, then away. "You mean..." she said in a small voice.
Then: "All of them?"
"Sure. To start with."
"Oh," she said.
"Any objections...slave?"
"No, Chuck," she said. No--Master."
"Good," he said. "I'll drive you home now."
School was letting out for the day as they left the building. They
headed for the parking lot and Chuck's car. As they were about to drive off, a
boy came running up to the car, calling to Chuck. It was Frank DiCarlo, one of
the boys who had been in the group on the steps that morning.
He peered in the car window, his eyes greedily devouring Jane's clearly
outlined breasts.
"Hey, Chuck," he said eagerly. "My turn tomorrow, okay? How about it?"
"I don't know, Frankie," Chuck said. "We'll see." He started the motor.
"Ahh, come on, buddy. I'm your man, right? Tomorrow? Or..." He leered.
"How about right now?"
"Hey, keep your pants on, Frank, okay? I have to take off now." Chuck
grinned at his friend, and at the girl beside him. "And anyway, Jane's busy.
She's going to be sucking my cock all the way home."
He drove off.
