Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 08:20:47 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher: Chapter 2 This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com Naked School Teacher Chapter 2. Having redeemed himself by his promise, David was now faced with the prospect of going through with his trio of dares. He stood and removed his swim trunks, recognizing that it was going to be a couple of hours and many miles of driving before he would be able to wear anything else. Standing in front of the expectantly ginning boys, he prepared himself to do that most private of male actions - pump his cock to ejaculation. However horny he had felt during his earlier "touching" dare, his erection was now long gone. He was not at all turned on at the moment, but was too nervous, embarrassed and deathly afraid that he was making a monumental mistake right at the beginning of his career. He might be finished as a teacher before he'd really begun. And all because of these three kids. Trying to put these thoughts out of his mind - he'd never get an erection if he didn't - he looked down at his cock hanging there in front of him. Hanging prettily he thought, but hanging nonetheless. He started to touch it and roll it around in his fingers, and play with his balls with his other hand. After some moments with nothing happening, he began to sweat and get anxious. The boys grins were fading and they started to look uncertainly at each other. David reached another decision. Closing his eyes, he determinedly put his situation out of his mind and focused only upon the sensation of his cock. With relief, he felt his cock begin to stir, and it started to thicken and then to raise it's head up. As it got harder, David was able to begin to pump it, further stimulating and hardening it. Then, spitting on his hands, he slickened his shaft and began to twist and screwdriver it, varying his grip and stroke and rotation. The boys were getting more excited and started to cheer him on. They were getting quite loud enough to be heard for hundreds of yards around, and it crossed David's mind that it might attract other people to see what was going on. However, he was getting too caught up in the moment to care anymore. As he got close, David dropped to his knees throwing his head back, pelvis thrust forward. The boys were watching close enough for him to feel their excited hot breath on his cock and his balls. His pumping hand was a blur. Suddenly with a cry he shot violently in the most intense orgasm of his life! The boys dodged back as he shot, but Smith got a big gob of cum on his nose. All three cheered like crazy. David lay on his back, his knees in the air, panting and coming down slowly from his high. "Way to go Mr. Jones!" said Carter in appreciation. "Yay, Sir, that was great," chimed in Smith. Macdonald said, "I'll go get the rope, Mr. Jones," and he ambled over to his bag. Later David would reflect on the curious fact that Macdonald had brought some rope with him on this picnic. Right now he was basking in the warm sun with the release of the orgasm leaving a contented glow throughout his whole body. Macdonald stood over him, "Okay Sir. Time to go." 'Sir,' did he call me Sir, David jolted in surprise. Was he coming around after all? Would David find himself a hero or a social outcast or even a criminal after this was all over? He struggled to his feet and faced Macdonald, the last of the cum dripping from his deflating cock. "Okay Macdonald, I'm ready." They took him over to the large smooth tree trunk that was lying at an angle down one of the dunes nearby. David lay down on it while they tied his wrists back and down so he was quite helpless. They didn't tie his legs down. They put a blindfold on him. They began as before, lightly touch his body in every accessible area. Soon in spite of the immense orgasm of a few moments before, he was again hard as a rock. There were six hands all over him, touching his balls, lightly pumping his cock, touching his nipples. He had never been so erotically stimulated before. The boys were now getting firmer with their touch. Someone reached under his balls and towards his ass. He wriggled, and opened his legs a little. "Hey, he likes that," giggled Macdonald. Macdonald giggling! David couldn't get over it. He could feel someone, possibly Smith, leaning against his thigh, and clearly he was naked, as David could feel his hot rock hard cock pressing and leaking all over his leg. Smith was humping his thigh! Someone else climbed onto the tree trunk, and, pushing his legs further apart and lay down so another naked cock came into contact with David's erection. David groaned with pleasure, "oh, god, yes!" "Have you ever been fucked, David?" said a voice - Macdonald? 'He called me David?' was all he could think. Macdonald asked again and his voice carried ... something ... almost compassion. "Ah, no." said David fearfully with a trembling voice. What the hell next? However, he knew what the deal was. They could do 'anything they wanted' to him. He had struck the bargain. The decision was his own. The leaking, drooling cock brushed all over his and all around his balls, before nosing down below to his perineum. David parted his legs, and he felt hands grasping his ankles and lifting up and out. The questing slippery cockhead nosed into his ass crack and David threw back his head in ecstasy! Oh, god, this was so good! He felt his asshole twitch with the unaccustomed delight of the first touch. David wriggled to provide more stimulation, and then the hard rod was pushing into the hole. "Just relax and push out," Macdonald commanded. David did as he was told. He felt his hole widen and stretch to the point of pain, then with a jolt, the pain left and the head of Macdonald's magnificent cock was inside! David breathed deeply, while Macdonald stopped moving. After a few minutes the pain died away, and Macdonald began moving slowly further in. He was so gentle that as the pain began again and he felt David tense, he stopped to let it clear. After about five minutes or so of gentle pushing and stopping, his incredible cock shaft was buried fully into David's virgin hole. As the cockhead had passed the prostate, massaging it for the very first time in David's life, the ecstatic feeling he received caused him to scream, "Yes, oh god, Yes!" Macdonald held him tightly with hands on his legs and then proceeded with long slow strokes to fuck him. He withdrew until just the knob of his dick was still tucked behind David's sphincter. Then he pushed slowly and firmly all the way back in with one solid motion. David was squirming in delight. He'd heard this was really painful, but except for those initial minutes, he didn't find it so. Quite the opposite, it was the most awesomely comforting and wonderful sensation in the world. Macdonald began to increase his pace, pounding his cock head across David's prostate, building up the sensation layer upon layer. David was again rock hard and dripping copiously. His legs were raised high in the air over Macdonald's shoulders. As Macdonald increased his pace. David writhed. Soon Macdonald was pounding his ass hard, and it was taking David to places he'd never been. Suddenly David felt his cock enveloped by a hot moist mouth! One of the other kids had taken his cock all the way down in one go! David screamed at the intensity, wriggling his ass and trying to push Macdonald deeper into him - a physical impossibility. Macdonald was now withdrawing completely from David's voracious hole and slamming down to the hilt with every thrust. Soon he became more urgent, and was pounding away with ever-increasing violent force, yelling at the top of his voice as if riding a bronco. The mouth on David's cock was swirling and sucking and licking and deep-throating. David completely zoned out losing all sense of time or place. His entire world shrank down to his cock and his ass hole. They became the very centre and sum of his being. He too was yelling at the top of his voice. He felt his cum building up and knew that he was going to shoot. The climax rose up in him like some great and powerful force, a monster waiting to tear itself free of his living flesh. He came with gusts of white cum so powerful that they flew straight down his cocksucker's throat, barely touching the boy until they landed in the stomach. As he came, David clenched his whole body, and tightened on Macdonald's cock. Macdonald yelled like a demon and came in great heaving noisy gasps, splattering David's inside like a hose. He collapsed in naked sweaty exhaustion onto David's chest. David still blindfolded and with his hands bound back to the tree, could only lie there his legs slowly relaxing down and around Macdonald's slippery flanks. "Oh, man!" he gasped weakly. The other two boys, standing one on either side, also naked, had jerked themselves while watching the action and sucking on David's cock. They spurted all over the two exhausted sweating guys on the tree. Macdonald regained his breath somewhat and slid his body up towards David's face. David felt him moving, and was taken completely by surprise when Macdonald kissed him full and hard on the mouth! David tensed up. He'd never been kissed by a guy before, yet as Macdonald's insistent lips worked at his stubbornly closed mouth, and his strong tongue pushed hard through his defenses, and as he began to allow himself to experience the sensation rather than fight it, David found he liked it. Soon they were rolling their tongues around inside each other's mouth, caressing their tongues together. David felt his cock stir yet again, and he felt Macdonald's cock stir against his. Macdonald ripped his face away from David's and said, "cut him loose. Now!" and fell back onto David. Smith and Carter, still limp from their exhausting jerk-off session, jumped as if awoken from sleep. They released David's arms. He immediatately wrapped them around Macdonald, and their passion intensified. Gently, Macdonald reached up and removed David's blindfold. They looked directly into each other's eyes. "God almighty, Mr. Jones, you sure are a great fuck!" The tension before, the passion, the whole mind-blowing goddamned erotic sexual experience, all combined with Macdonald's comment, to cause David to giggle. And when he laughed, he really laughed in a relaxed, uninhibited, unself-conscious way, everyone who heard him found it infectious. These boys were no different. Soon they were laughing like idiots, rolling around. David and Macdonald, still entwined in each other's arms, fell off the log onto the sand. Their wet, sweaty, sticky bodies were immediately covered in sand, which became glued to the cum and the sweat. They all howled and rolled down the sand dune. The other two boys jumped on top of them, and they giggled and laughed like the adolescents they were, and the adolescent David had suddenly become. Finally, exhausted and all laughed out, David said, "let's go get cleaned off." They raced to the water. Well the boys raced, David raced just a little more sedately. Actually staggered might be a better word. He'd been ass-fucked by a ruddy great cock for the first time in his life, he'd come twice in gigantic orgasms twice in half an hour, and he could barely think, let alone run. He was certainly not aware of the stares of the dozen or so people they passed over the four hundred yards of flat sand they crossed to the water. The boys were aware, but they didn't care. David might have cared had he seen the expressions on some of the faces. But he didn't even see them. They all jumped in the surf of the rising tide, pushing one another and diving under the waves. They all walked back, arm-in-arm-in-arm-in-arm to their camp, and packed up. "David," said Macdonald, David looked up at him questioningly. "You don't have to drive us back naked, we think you done enough." David smiled at him. "Hey, you're breaking the rules! Rules are rules, they can't be just tossed aside because you feel like it you know! Besides, I gave my word. How could you trust me if I give in so easy?" Macdonald's eyes widened, and he looked at the other two. "We'd never have made you go through with it you know, I was just trying to scare you into the first dare!" The other two nodded wide-eyed. "Well, whatever. I'm doing it anyway, because I said I would." Three boys seemed to have an unspoken conference with their eyes. David had noticed this before. 'How do they do that?' he wondered. "Okay, then. We all go naked home together!" David exploded in laughter, "Right on .... let's do it, Naked Musketeers!" He picked up his bag and raced up the dunes towards the car. The others stared after him then hastily picking up their possessions from the sand, dashed after him. They arrived at the car, parked in a scrubby little clearing just off the road that skirted the dunes, with Carter and Smith holding one handle each of the picnic bag and David and Macdonald with their arms around each other's waist. David fished his keys out of the pocket of the bag, and the others stuffed their shorts into the bag. They ignored the stares of two or three people in the parking lot, and climbed in. They drove off waving out the windows and cheering. David had to really put his foot down on the gas to make it back to school before the boys were due for supper at six. He felt an immense sense of freedom in his nakedness. Macdonald never took his hand off David's thigh all the way back, except to occasionally gently fondle his cock. David had never been so happy nor so relaxed, especially not in the company of someone else, not even, he reflected with a little frown, not even with his wife! In spite of his euphoria, and the sexual exploits of the afternoon, David drove very carefully. He did not want to have to explain to a cop why he was driving naked with three teenaged boys, who also happened to be naked! Many people noticed their upper-body nudity, but that was not uncommon in the seaside areas of southern England. They all just waved and smiled - four young men on holiday, boys will be boys! They laughed and yelled and waved back. A few vehicles that were a little taller than David's station wagon, allowed a driver or passenger to see down and realize that the three innocent laughing boys and the young man, were in fact, stark-bollock naked! Some were shocked, some were delighted. Nobody seemed to be indifferent. Fortunately for David, their route home took none of the major roads for more than a mile or two, as they had to cut across the major arterial roads that joined London to the popular southern seaside towns, so their route snaked around many small rural roads and narrow lanes. If anyone reported a car full of naked lads, there would be no hope of knowing where they had gone. Except of course, for David's license plate. They got to the school gates without mishap at precisely 5:55. David stopped on the road just outside the school, "Maybe you should get your pants on now?" "Are you, David?" asked Macdonald. "My dare was to drop you off at the front door while still naked," replied David stubbornly. "So we stay naked too." David grinned, wondering without really caring, if this was the moment he was to throw his career and perhaps his freedom for the next ten years, out the window. At this moment, he didn't care. He drove into the school grounds. Miraculously, no-one was around. Actually not surprising considering that dinner was about to be served and David could picture the boys milling around like a hungry herd awaiting the opening of the feed-shed, er cafeteria. He smiled at the thought. When he pulled up right outside the ornate main door of the school, in the centre of this huge, ugly over-decorated Victorian banker's nightmare of a mansion, there was still nobody in sight. Unhurriedly the three boys kissed him, Macdonald, the last, kissed him deeply on the lips. They got out of the car standing barefoot and naked while David popped the rear hatch so they could retrieve their clothes. They bundled them up with their shoes, and then giggling to each other they darted into a little door off to the side of the main entrance at the base of a slender turret. Inside a spiral staircase led right up tothe four floors above, the second topmost of which held their dormitory. They were naked and unobserved the whole way, and collapsed, laughing and elated onto their beds before getting dressed and racing down to supper where they arrived ten minutes late. And got a reprimand. David meanwhile put the car in gear and drove slowly around the school and down the winding laneway to his little cottage. He waved to one or two people strolling in the grounds, some of the other live-in staff who also had cottages on the grounds. As he passed through the small farmyard, one of his colleagues walked over to the car, fortunately on the driver's side. David leaned out the open window somewhat to forestall him putting his head right into the car. "Evening, David, nice night!" came the greeting. "Just a beautiful day all around, John," replied David, as calmly as he knew how. He was internally almost busting with glee over this adventure. It was like being high. "So the trip went well, then?" Everyone at the school knew that David was trying to make a breakthrough with the three kids that were his personal nemesis and if the truth were known, were a pain in the butt of even the most experienced teachers. They all hoped some good would come of it. Though of course, most of them didn't really believe that a young whipper-snapper like David, almost a teenager himself, could actually make any difference. "Well we did seem to have a good time," said David judiciously, "but I guess it remains to be seen if any good comes of it." "You seem to have caught quite a bit of sun," commented John running his hand along David's arm as it lay out on the side of the car. John moved towards him as he spoke, leaving his hand on David's arm. The hand felt warm and sensual to David, giving him quite a jolt. He looked up at John and smiled, belying the sudden turmoil in his stomach. Was John coming on to him? If he had not just experienced several hours of the wildest, most abandoned sex with three boys, he would probably not have noticed John's advance. "Ah, yes, yes, I guess I did," he gasped. John smiled back at him. "Did you drive all the way back like that?" nodding towards David's bare shoulders and chest. David, terrified that John knew he was actually naked, could only think to say, "like what?" "Without your shirt," replied John. "Oh, oh, er, yes, yes I did." David laughed nervously. "Come in for a quick drink?" asked John nodding towards his little cottage the other side of the car. He walked around the front of David's car, effectively preventing him from driving away, at least without killing him! David now panicked, "oh, no, John, I think ... I .... need .....to ......get ........ ah ........... home," his head poking further out the driver's window as John moved further away from him and David had to raise his voice, but knowing it was hopeless. Oh, god, is he going to stick his head in through the other window? 'Even if he just looks back into the car from that side, he can't help but see that I'm naked,' thought David desperately, wondering if he could somehow grab his towel or something to throw in his lap. It was hopeless, all his stuff was in his bag way at the back. John Turner, 35, was bachelor and had taught at this school for ten years. No-one had ever known him to go out on a date, yet he had lots of friends, and he entertained incessantly. The house was always fully stocked with booze. He was an expert in mixing his favourite drink, the driest most arid Martini. As he came around the car, David had a peculiar sense of heavy iron gates slamming closed behind him. In slow motion, John came right up to the passenger window, bent down to stick his head right through, leaning his elbows on the sill of the car window. David could feel the warmth of his breath, and inhale the sweet smell of peppermint. If John was shocked, he gave not a sign. He just regarded David for a second, then said, just as if there was nothing unusual about seeing his professional young colleague stark naked in his car, driving around the school grounds having just deposited three of his teenage pupils at the school, "You absolutely must come in, I totally insist. Don't bother to dress up, it's quite informal." And with that, he reached in and removed the keys from the ignition. David, stunned, mumbled, "I'll get my bag." "No, no, not at all, said John, pressing the door lock remote on the key tag. Just come as you are. Exactly as you are!" He smiled broadly down at David. Glancing around, David climbed naked out of the car and hobbled barefoot over the rough stony ground and followed John into his cottage. John was busy mixing drinks and turned with two large martini glasses in hand. "I know you don't like olives," he said, handing on drink to David's unsteady hand. "Drink up, you're looking a little pale." His eye's sparkled with fun. 'The bastard is enjoying this,' David suddenly realized. 'Okay, two can play at that game.' He took a gulp of his drink, and felt the liquid burn it's way down his throat. He found it gave him courage for what was to come. "Yes, the day was quite tiring, what with the strong sun, all the running around on the beach, and then the long drive back. I guess I'm kinda bushed." 'Plus all the fucking we did,' David thought silently. He grinned at John. "This hits the spot, though." "Delightful, delightful!" exclaimed John staring thoughtfully directly at David's cock. "Perfect." David blushed, but moved past John, further into his living room. He wondered if he should sit down. Naked bum on John's furniture and all that! The heck with it, why not? He sat on the sofa. John promptly sat next to him, leaned back and patted David's knee - well, no not exactly his knee, more like he patted the knee and then allowed his hand to slide smoothly up David's thigh until his fingertips brushed his balls as they lay snuggled between his legs. David almost choked on his drink, splashing it everywhere. "My dear chap, take it easy, don't want you drowning in your Martini, do we?" He got up to retrieve a cloth napkin, and insisted on kneeling down directly in front of David. He removed the drink from David's paralyzed hand, and proceeded to mop up the spilled drink from David's lap. He dabbed his thighs and legs, patted all around David's balls and cock. He even lifted David's cock out of the way, to dab under it. Then he wrapped the napkin around the rapidly growing cock and squeezed it gently. David popped his boner almost instantly. It was sticking straight out and pointing to John's face. John looked at David, put the towel aside and promptly leaned down and swallowed David's cock whole. At the same time, he grasped David's legs and swung them around so David was lying straight out along the sofa. Then he really went to work on the cock. David was in a state of shock, not that he wasn't enjoying what was happening to him. He was required to do absolutely nothing. John was in his element. A complete expert at cock sucking, John lived for cock, and he knew exactly what to do for every cock he ever sucked. He somehow sensed from the little jerks and twitches of the body, what the guy he was sucking liked the most, and he built on that. Once he learned what a cock liked, he never forgot. His cock sucking was legendary ... in certain circles. David was now writhing once again in blissful ecstasy for the third time that afternoon. Was there no end to this? 'No, please no!' he thought, 'I want this for ever.' Another heavy iron door slammed somewhere in his mind. When David blew copious amounts of cum, he groaned and heaved and John swallowed every last drop. When it was over, he fastidiously washed David's cock and balls completely clean with his tongue and then wiped his mouth with the napkin he'd dropped. He sat back on his heels and handed David his drink back. David struggled to sit up, bringing his legs back down off the sofa. He swigged the remainder of his drink in one swallow. "I, er, that is ... um," said David helplessly. John stood up, regally removed the empty glass from David's hand and said, "I guess Alice will be home quite soon, won't she?" "Oh, my god, what's the time?" David jumped up, once more in a panic. He looked at John's clock on the mantle: 6:30. His wife was due home no later than seven. 'Perhaps earlier,' she'd said. "You go ahead," smiled John. "don't hang around here for me." He ushered David out the door, closing it behind him. David found himself standing outside the cottage in the little farmyard area, stark naked in the early summer evening. He glanced up and down the lane. He couldn't see anyone, which didn't mean there was no-one about. There were always people about down here. Several staff families inhabited the scattered cottages, and many of them had children, from very small up to late teens. David shivered terrified again that he'd be caught, as it were with his pants down. Literally. He giggled. Sighing he walked to the car. Sod them! He drove the car home and parked right beside his garden gate. He stepped inside and closed the gate. The garden was surrounded by a tall hedge and no-one could see him once inside. He walked around the to the side door where he usually entered - not the front door as that led directly into the living room, quaint but impractical. It wasn't until he'd entered and closed the door behind him, that he realized two things. One, he was still naked and his bag of clothes was till in the car. Two, there were lights on in the house. Before the situation could completely register with him and as he walked into the kitchen from the mud room, his wife Alice was saying, kind of half over her shoulder with her back partly to him, "Oh, good, David, you're back! Look, the Headmaster and Julia are here for a drink!" His son Andrew aged two, toddled up to him and said, "Daddy's pee-pee," pointing at his red and not-completely deflated penis. Robert and Julia Anderson, his headmaster - his boss - and his wife, sitting at the kitchen table stared at him in disbelief! Alice, who had been facing towards them, seeing the expressions on their faces, whirled around to see what was wrong. Her jaw dropped, "David, oh my god, what are you doing?" She stared at him lost for further words. The tableaux seemed to enter a zone of timelessness where David stared from one to the other, while they all stared open-mouthed back at him. Well, mostly they were staring at his cock. The scene re-entered real time when Andrew, who reached David by this time, clasped him tightly around his legs, burying his face into David's genitals! This brought David back to action, and in a swift motion he picked Andrew up, swung him over his head and said, "how's my big boy?" Andrew giggled in delight. "Excuse me," he said, hurrying to go by the shocked group and blushing from his face down to his chest, "I have to .... um, my clothes got in rather a ... er, mess." He bolted towards the stairs up to the bedroom, but as he squeezed past Alice, Julia Anderson the headmaster's wife, recovering from her shock and finding she was quite enjoying David's predicament, stood blocking his way and reached out a hand to David's free arm. "Oh, my dear, how nice to see ... you," she glanced down momentarily, "do come and sit with me and tell me all about your little trip with those nasty boys," she arched her eyebrows at Alice, "Perhaps you could bring David a drink, Alice dear?" And with that she firmly towed David into the living room and plonked down on the sofa, dragging poor naked David beside her. Andrew, who had been cuddling David's neck while held in David's other arm, struggled to get down and ran back to the kitchen. David's wife Alice appeared with a glass of red wine that she unceremoniously shoved into David's unwilling hand, slopping some onto his lap. Julia Anderson immediately began dabbing at the drops with her napkin, nearly causing David to jump up off the sofa. "Oh, do keep still David or you'll spill everything. There, that's better," she was dabbing all over his cock mopping up little red drops. David's face was about the same colour as the wine. The headmaster had followed Alice into the living room by this time, with a glass of wine in hand. His wife airily indicated that he should sit in an armchair across from the sofa. Alice stood glaring furiously at David. 'What the HELL,' thought David - and Alice was thinking much the same - 'is going on?' "Now Robert, why can't you be this romantic?" Julia gushed to her husband, "what a dear boy!" "My dear, whatever do you mean?" asked the headmaster, clearly bemused at the sight of his wife dabbing at the genitals of his youngest, newest member of staff. "Poor David had no idea we'd be here, so he strips off to surprise his wife in quite the most romantic way I've ever seen! Only to be confronted by his boss and his wife, the poor dear. Just look how he's blushing, he is soooo cute!" David risked a quick glance at his wife's face. Her incandescent rage, melted into a kind of tender, compassionate expression and then amusement as the implications of what Julia said began to sink in. 'Surely she doesn't buy that preposterous idea?' thought David. But clearly she was buying it. David decided to let it ride. If it seemed plausible to everyone, maybe it was the safest way out. Of course it was! He blushed even deeper crimson, and looked down at his feet in what he hoped was the modest reaction of a romantic lover suddenly surprised by visitors who ruined his wife's surprise. "Oh, David," giggled Alice, "you're such a fool!" But she said it kindly and burst into helpless laughter. Andrew giggled and jumped up to his mother. She picked him up. "Let me put Andrew down, and I'll be back." She fled upstairs to put the child to bed. David, left alone, stark naked with his boss and wife, took a heavy slug of wine, placed the glass down on a side table. He immediately regretted that last action, as he now had nothing in his hands that he could hold over his lap. If he put his hands there it looked as though he was holding his dick. He put his hands flat on his thighs, but that felt strange, he tried to cross his legs, but that simply crushed his genitals into a red, straining and shrunken ugly mess. He immediately uncrossed his legs. He looked helplessly at his boss, "Um, Headmaster, sir, I ... I don't ... know ... I don't know what to say, er," David was so clearly uncomfortable that Julia took pity on him. "David do please sit back and relax. We're all friends here aren't we, Robert?" she glanced at her husband. "Oh indeed! Yes quite," said Robert Anderson seeming to address David's cock. David sat back into the sofa with his legs stretched out before him in a more comfortable and relaxed position. He picked up his wine glass and took another slug, this time keeping the glass in hand not to hide his cock but rather to give his hands something to do. "That's better," cooed Julia Anderson, patting his thigh maternally, and leaving her hand resting gently there. "Now, tell us about the trip, where did you go? How did the boys behave? Do you think it will do any good?" "Um," said David staring in consternation at her hand on his thigh. She shifted it higher up his leg as he watched. He took a deep breath and tried to recall what she'd asked him, "Yes I took them out for the day," he said stupidly, then realizing they knew that bit, "we went to Camber Sands." "Oh, I love Camber," squealed the indomitable Julia Anderson, "our children so loved it when they were little." They had a son and daughter who were now in their thirties, David thought. "What did you all do?" David had an instant mental picture of himself tied blindfolded and naked to a tree, while he as being fucked by an equally naked Macdonald and Carter sucked at his cock while Smith was jerking his cum all over the group. He broke out into a sweat. "Look, it's really nice to see you, but I must go and get something to put on ..." his voice trailed off as Mrs Anderson's hand moved right up towards his groin and stopped about two millimeters away from brushing his cock. He looked down, his cock unmistakably twitched to life! "Oh, dear god," David said out loud without meaning to. Julia Anderson, seeming oblivious to his mental anguish, followed his gaze down, "Oh what a dear thing! Look Robert, he's coming to life," and she stroked his shaft with her fingertips! David almost lost it at that point. His wine slopped onto his stomach and ran down to mingle with his pubic hair. Mrs Anderson of course instantly began dabbing and cleaning up his penis, which cooperated somewhat by rising up rock hard out of the way so she could clean under and all around it, finally wrapping the napkin completely around him and giving a good squeeze. David gasped involuntarily. He looked directly at the Headmaster, wondering what on earth was going through his mind. Robert Anderson, quite used to his wife's independent and quirky personality, was watching the scene with an expression of benign amusement. Watching David's reactions during his wife's performance was very funny and he found it highly entertaining. He wondered what poor David must think, and was intrigued by what the young man might come up with to extricate himself from his wife's clutches, and also how he would cope with having to face his headmaster at school in the coming days. David could see no help coming from the Head. 'The old sod is enjoying this!' he thought. As usual when in an irretrievable situation, David's stubborn streak kicked in. If he couldn't fight, he'd join! He decided to go with the flow. The headmaster and his wife had visited for a social drink, David was a sociable fellow, so he'd sit and have a drink and a sociable chat with them. Naked! "Oh, you know, we swam in the sea, then flew some kites, had a picnic lunch and played a few games. Usual beach kind of stuff." The other's stared at him nonplussed for a second, until Julia realized that David had answered her questions despite the enormous distraction of her playing with his rock hard, quite respectable cock. She looked at it with interest. "What kind of games did you boys play?" she asked innocently. David's cock twitched. "Um, oh ... er ... tag and that kind of thing," said David uncertainly, realizing he was approaching very dangerous territory. "Tag," she stated flatly, "oh yes, and what else?" she was absolutely merciless. "Oh, you know kids games - I was surprised by what they wanted to play, I'd have thought they would have thought games 'uncool' but they turned out to be just normal kids after all." David was babbling desperately trying to re-focus this conversation. Alas, to no avail. "That is so interesting!" exclaimed Julia, as Alice returned to the living room from having put Andrew to be, a glass of wine in her hand. She sat opposite the headmaster in the other armchair. "What's interesting?" she asked, regarding David with warm smiling eyes, and an impish half-smile on her lips, her eyes dropping down to where Julia's hand was cupping David's erection. "David is just about to tell us the children's games that he played with those big bad boys on the beach," she explained firmly. David looked helplessly from one to the other. They all stared back at him with interest. 'Think fast,' he said to himself. Perhaps this was one of those occasions where he needed to skirt as close to the truth as possible. If he tried an outright lie, he'd be sure to be caught, since he could not at the moment think of any children's games that he could plausibly suggest. No, he'd tell the truth but only to a certain point. "Well, mainly we played that old game of truth or dare," he said calmly and he hoped off-handedly, trying to keep his pulse rate from rising. "Oh, I remember that game!" Julia almost shrieked, "that's a real teenage game - we explored all kinds of rude things! So tell me all the juicy bits!" 'Jesus Christ,' thought David, this woman is voracious! Now, how close could he skirt this thing? It had been his idea to invent a few innocuous dares, but Julia would clearly have none of it. She reasoned that some of the dares MUST have been rude, boys being boys. So David would have to give her just enough to satisfy her, but without providing enough to get him fired or arrested! "Oh," said David airily, "there were some truths that the kids asked about stuff that had gone on - one of them took money belonging to the other. I don't really want to go into it, as I promised them that whatever they told me during this trip would remain confidential, you know like the confessional." David wasn't a Catholic, so he didn't really know what he was talking about. He suddenly decided to try not to babble or he'd say too much. "What about the Dares?' asked Julia with prurient glee. David decided to bite the bullet, "The dares mostly involved nudity, running to certain destinations naked, or climbing trees - that kind of thing," he took a nonchalant sip of his wine. Julia, slightly satisfied, smiled broadly at him, "And did our newest, youngest, most gorgeously handsome teacher get naked along with his boys?" David, though mortified at something condescending in her tone, forced himself to smile widely at her, eyes twinkling, "Like I said, Julia, I am bound by the secrets of the confessional." "Hmmm," she responded, "and did one of the dares involve driving naked all the way back from Camber?" There was a slight edge to her tone. David stopped breathing. 'THINK!' he thought. He couldn't. He opened his mouth, what on earth was about to come out? "Okay, Julia, you've got me! I refused all the afternoon to go along with the racier parts of their game, but in the end I felt I had to display some kind of camaraderie with them or they would never accept me. They were thinking I was stuck-up and a wimp. The final dare was exactly that, and it's the real reason I came bounding into the house naked. Much as I wish it was a romantic surprise for Alice." He looked at Alice, "sorry, darling," surprisingly she smiled back at him. "Hrrmph," Robert cleared his throat, "David that was taking an awful risk. You could have been arrested. A naked man driving a group of his teenaged charges would have resulted in very serious consequences." "I know that," said David soberly, "and I discussed those issues with them. I told them I could get fired or arrested, probably both. However, in the end I decided it was more important to risk that in order to make the breakthrough I needed. Up to that point they were very skeptical about my commitment to getting close to them. I needed something to completely shatter the walls of their defenses. I think it worked, I guess I'll find out in class next week." The sincerity in David's voice he hoped would be enough to turn the conversation to these more important philosophical issues rather than dwelling on the dirt that Julia clearly hoped to stir up. Julia thankfully let go of his cock, which started to soften. David looked around the faces to see if his half-truth was being accepted. He suddenly had the sensation of Macdonald's engorged cock up his ass. He drew a sharp breath and shifted in his seat. They didn't seem to notice. "Well, it's an unusual tactic," said Robert Anderson, "but let's hold off on judging until we see if it was effective. I am a bit of a fan of the old Freedom Schools from the thirties - you know, Homer Lane and his crowd - so I think sometimes letting the kids call the shots and showing your irrevocable trust in them, is a tactic that can reap tremendous rewards. Though I'm sure neither Lane nor A.S. Neil would have gone quite so far. But the proof of behavioural change is measured over time. Let's see if they do change." He tapped his chin, regarding David thoughtfully, "Time to go, my dear. Thank you Alice for your hospitality, and thank you too David for an enlightening if unorthodox half hour. See you on Monday." They both stood to leave. After the headmaster and his wife were gone and with David still naked, he'd decided there was now absolutely no point in getting dressed, they were cleaning up the living room and washing dishes in companionable silence. Quite casually, with no apparent emphasis Alice asked, "So, David, who did you have sex with, just one or all of them?"