Sweet Virgin_s Caress

Morris DeCat

Chapter 1

Wayne Austin got out of his car, and looked at the house for a moment before ringing the doorbell. He was tired of dealing with the idiocies of the school district employing him, and so had passed up doing summer duty at the high school where he taught. Still, there were financial conditions, and so he had listened with interest when a friend told him of a summer, and possibly a fall, opening at a private coastal school. That and the address of the house he now stood before were all the information he had been provided with, other than a phone number. The woman who had answered and made the appointment with him was named Kelly Fairfield, and her voice had nestled warmly in his ear.

The door opened, and Wayne looked down into brown eyes, the curved, dark eyebrows above them lifted questioningly.

"I'm Wayne Austin. I have an appointment with Miss Fairfield," he smiled.

"Come on in. She's tied up on the phone, but she'll be down in a minute." the girl smiled, waving him inside.

"Fine." He entered the comfortably furnished living room, sunlight filtering in through thin under-drapes.

"This is Alex," Alma said, and he turned to see the other girl. "We're twins," Alma said with a smile, "but not identical twins, obviously."

"Nice to meet you," he nodded to the girl wearing a loose fitting knit sweater and slacks.

"Same here." Alex motioned to a large sofa. "Have a seat."

"Do you two go to the school Miss Fairfield is involved with?" he asked as he sat on the sofa, and they stood by his knees, looking down into his eyes.

"She's our aunt," Alma said, and she rested her hands on his knee.

"Maybe in the fall," Alex said, following Alma's lead by leaning against him, and he felt the warm softness of her loins against his knee as she leaned forward off the balls of her feet.

"I think you'll like it there," Alma said with a smile that accented her full lower lip, and her dark brown hair fanned down past her shoulders as she slowly brushed it back from her face.

"Yes, maybe you'll be our teacher," Ales said, her mouth the same as Alma's but for the upper lip being slightly longer.

"Maybe so," he nodded, uncertain about their continued contact with his knees and calves, and about the sensuous smiles and looks accompanying their words.

"Do you enjoy… high school?" Alma asked softly, the light curve of her torso accented as she turned from side to side off her feet, her hands shifting against his knee as her long, rounded thighs moved against it.

"Uh, yes," he nodded, his mouth dry as her eyes sparkled, the light haloing her hair.

"Where you've been… teaching, is it co-ed?" Alex asked, hazel eyes gleaming, the tone of the voice implying more than textbook teaching.

"Yes," he said, finding his voice tight as the twins shifted against his knees and calves, their hands moving against his lower thighs, and he noted them smiling at one another for an instant, and then Alma was moving between his spread legs, her back to his thigh as one hand turned against his knee.

"Do you… teach different things?" she asked, her other hand moving back to his upper thigh, and he felt feverishly hot as her ass shifted back against his thigh.

"Uh, yes," he said hoarsely, and he felt his cock hardening as the wide ovals of her ass shifted against his tensed leg through her skirt and his slacks. "English, and PE," he added, his heart pounding.

"Ah, physical education," Alex smiled, leaning forward with thighs to Wayne's knee, her hands turning against his knee.

"That sounds like fun," Alma smiled, and her hands pushed against his leg, and she was seated upon his thigh, causing him to dimly realize that he was, in effect, pinned. "You must be pretty well educated, physically, huh?" she smiled, her fingers curled to the outside of his thigh, her arms straightened and her shoulders back, which caused the subtle rises of her still blossoming tits to push forward against her sweater.

"How, uh, do you mean?" he asked, his breathing having deepened as his tool went fully erect.

"Oh, just that you must know what you're doing, physically," Alex smiled as Alma reached out to shift the knot of his tie, her hand lifting from his knee, the other tightening against the top of his leg, her thumb pressing down against the juncture of it and his groin.

"You know," Alma said with a teasing smile as Alex leaned forward, thighs shifting against Wayne's knee.

"Yeah, I think so," he smiled wryly, wondering about the twins, and about when their aunt would be arriving, and what her reaction would be to Alma being seated on his leg while Alex rubbed against him.

"Yeah, I think you do know, that is," Alex smiled as Alma slowly slid her hand down Wayne's tie, the backs of her curled fingers moving against his chest and stomach as she lifted one foot to the edge of the couch, thus bringing the side of it in against his swollen balls.

"Uh, your aunt…?" he murmured as the girl's foot shifted against his nuts, her thumb continuing to rub against the outside of his groin, and Alex was alongside the outside of his other leg, caressing the top of his thigh while arching against it.

"I think she's probably already educated," Alma said, and then giggled, and Alex's one hand was against the juncture of his other leg and his groin.

"I meant…" he said with confusion as the press of their bodies and the movements of their hands deepened the throbbing of his rod.

"Yes?" Alma whispered as she leaned toward him, and he felt her breath fluttering against his mouth as her hand spread against his stomach, and she was kissing his lips.

The girl's lips were incredibly soft, and his eyes closed as his mouth opened. Her tongue flowed against his lips and his teeth, and her hand was opening and closing against his tightened stomach. Alex had turned to face him, and was pushing up to straddle his other thigh, the twins now mounted upon both, Alma's fanny turning from side to side against one as Alex's thighs gripped the other. One of Alex's hands was at Wayne's shoulder, the other continuing to grip the top of his thigh, but now the thumb was to the outside, and the stroking fingers were rubbing against Wayne's rigid staff.

"Ah, what do we have here?" he heard Alex say, the words floating through the ocean's roar within his ears as his tongue flowed back and forth with Alma's, their mouths wide.

Alma's hand lifted from his thigh to his stomach, both hands opening his shirt, and then it was caressing the heated flesh while the other hand moved down to join Alex's. He groaned into her mouth as they stroked his throbbing member through his slacks, feeling the contours of the staff and knob.

His breathing labored, he slid his hands up their backs, then down and under their sweaters. He sucked at Alma's tongue as she kneaded his stomach and his shaft, Alex rubbing his cock's head, and he moved his hands up under the sweaters to caress the smoothness of their backs. Alex's hand lowered from his shoulder to the outer top of his thigh while the other continued to squeeze and stroke his head, her loins rocking back and forth upon the hardness of his thigh, buttocks tightening and loosening.

All of his questions, including those concerning Kelly Fairfield, were cast aside in the rising maelstrom of arousal going through his body and brain. His pushed his fingers down under the waistbands of Alma's skirt and of Alex's slacks, and his fingertips moved against the plump tops of their ass cheeks. His mouth and Alma's twisted together, and her fingertips were seeking a hold on his zipper. The leg closest to him raised, the side of her foot rubbed against his balls, the toe of her shoe shifting beneath his swollen tool. Ales leaned forward, and their lips slid together, the twin tongues dancing with his. His heart was pounding, the come straining for release as they moved upon him, their tongues swimming with his as they caressed him.

Their breathing ragged, and their faces flushed, the three gradually drew their mouths apart, and he looked into their gleaming eyes as he smiled drunkenly. Then, his eyes began to focus, and he was aware of something beyond them. He shifted his gaze, and saw the woman.

Jet-black hair waved down to her shoulders, and out from her forehead. Her dark blue-gray eyes were feline, and wide-set, and revealed nothing of her reaction to the sight of the twins stroking his cock as he kneaded their asses. She wore a yellow shirt-blouse over a matching pullover, the scooped top of which revealed the cleavage of her full, wide breasts. White velvet slacks held to her full hips, fitting her long legs loosely.

"Oh, hi, Aunt Kelly," Alex said cheerfully, and swung down off Wayne's leg to stand beside the chair, the inside hand shoving down against Wayne's cock with the movement.

"Hi," Alma smiled, and slid her foot down to the floor and over his rigid length, her hands leaving his stomach and fly.

"Alex, Alma," Kelly nodded without expression, and she fingered the yellow beads hanging from her neck as she looked back to Wayne.

"Uh-h-h," he said, his mind a total blank, and he fumbled with his shirt buttons as he stood up. "I'm Wayne Austin," he said, attempting to smile as he introduced himself.

"Yes, I assumed that," she nodded, and he followed her gaze down to the tenting rise of his erection. "I'm Kelly Fairfield," she said, her eyes raised when he lifted his.

She moved toward the couch, and Alma and Alex sat down together on a large chair facing it from across the room.

"Do sit down," she said, and he sat beside her on the couch, noticing the manila envelope she held, as he attempted to comfortably cross his legs. "Midge spoke very highly of your abilities," she said, "but, of course, we need to know about your credentials, and such."

"Yes, of course," he said after a moment of looking into her long-lashed eyes, and he took papers from his inside jacket pocket, and she began to look through them.

He shifted as she read the papers, and he checked to make sure all of his shirt buttons had been refastened. His erection going, he uncrossed his legs, and looked over at the twins. Alex's hand rested on the top of Alma's thigh, casually shifting the skirt higher and higher. He looked down at the girl's long, rounded thighs as the cloth moved up from them, and the light gleamed from soft down. He dampened his lips as the shadowed area narrowed toward her loins, and he lifted his eyes as his tool began to harden again. Alex's mouth was at Alma's ear, and the girl looked across at him with a smile as she listened. He thought he saw Alex's tongue move against the delicately furled ear, and he recrossed his legs, seeing the pointed tongue turn in Alma's ear as the skirt was pushed up to the tops of her thighs.

"Yes, very impressive," Kelly said, and he blinked his eyes from the twins to her, seeing that she had finished reading the papers.

"Thank you," he said, unsure about how to act after having been caught making out with the twins.

"And you've passed the test," she added with a trace of a smile.

"Test?"

"Yes," she nodded, and she opened the manila envelope, taking a group of photos from it. "To see if you'd be freaked out by strange behavior," she said with a nod toward the twins, and he had a difficult time keeping his eyes on her as he noted Alex's hand beneath Alma's skirt. "You see," Kelly continued, "our school is very private, very elite, but… it isn't just a school, in the general sense. Our girls have had troubles before coming to us."

"With the law, you mean?" he asked.

"Oh, sometimes, but just for minor offenses – no pun intended," she smiled, and he found himself smiling back as the furled corners of her mouth lifted. "But usually it's more a matter of the parents being unable or unwilling to deal with youthful problems. So they send them off to school."

"Then they. shouldn't be any more dangerous to teach than any other high-schoolers," he smiled.

"Well, in the sense of physical danger, they're probably far preferable. But they could be considered physically dangerous in another sense," she said, and handed the photos to him. "These are pictures that parents, teachers, or snitching brothers or sisters came across. They're of girls who've since graduated," she smiled as he looked down at the photos.

The first picture was of four girls, who he guessed were dressed up for a rock concert, their garb both flashy as well as revealing. One of the girls had a sullen, tomboyish expression; she wore a large scarf below her jacket and shirt, drawn over and knotted at one hip, leaving most of it and the leg on that side bare, as her feet were. The next photo was of three of the girls from the first with two others, the teenagers writhing about the feet of boys the same age, and dressed correspondingly. A younger girl was apparently about to open the pants of another boy in the next shot.

Finding the shots interesting, but hardly unusual, he went to the next, and smiled. One of the girls wore a black silk gown, and held a quirt and a leash, the leash connected to a collar worn by another girl, who knelt with dramatic subservience before the other.

"Very dramatic," he said, and from the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Alma loosening Alex's pants and slipping her hand into them.

The next photo showed one of the girls from the first shot standing behind the dominatrix, who was dressed casually here, the girl behind her helping her pull her top down and away from a ripe tit. The next picture was of a girl whose long upper lip and pouted lower lip gave her a look of tough sensuality, the girlishness of her face contrasting with her full breasts, rounded nipples standing out from plump areolas.

The pictures becoming more interesting, he flicked his eyes toward the twins, and saw Alma's hand moving within the crotch of Alex's slacks. Kelly was leaning back comfortably, and she motioned to the girls, who nodded toward their aunt, and got up, Alex's loosened pants riding low. Alma's skirt dropped back down, and they moved away. He looked through the last pictures, and found that they were all of one girl. Perhaps sixteen, she had light auburn hair, and wore a great deal of old, attractive jewelry, and nothing else. She grinned broadly from the first shot, her rounded cheeks dimpled. Seated, she had one knee lifted to the side, her leg long and shapely, her full hip and ass's sides shown. In the second shot she was leaning back, one leg outstretched, the other lifted out to the side, the chestnut curlings of her muff revealed. One arm draped over the supple curve of her stomach, the other was lifted so that she could caress her full lower lip with her little finger, large eyes looking up into the camera. Her blossoming tits were wide -set, and they lifted.outward as if the wide pegs of her nipples were being held to draw the breasts out, her areolas a pinkish tan. In the third shot she was stretched out on her back, the nipples erect, her muff standing out with static electricity.

"Well, they're hardly shocking," he shrugged, and slipped the photos back into the envelope, and he saw that the twins were setting up a film projector.

"That's true," Kelly nodded. "Still, less than a hundred years ago, girls in the US didn't start having periods until they were seventeen, and now it's down to twelve, and even eleven. But adults often continue to expect that teens will be something out of forties musicals.

"Yeah," he nodded, thinking about the near-puritanical reactions of other teachers to seeing students' actions and dress.

"But you weren't shocked," she nodded with a smile, her sloe-eyes gleaming.

"No," he admitted, and noticed that one of the photos had fallen to the floor. He looked at the picture. A girl with lush, out pointing tits sat with other girls and boys, the group apparently eating foods from the body of a long-legged girl.

"Still, they can be arousing," Kelly said, and their eyes met as his lifted from the photo.

"Most assuredly," he smiled.

"And acting upon that arousal?"

"Um, a high school girl, if she was interested, and interesting…" he shrugged "If you're trying to find out if I could resist your students, I'm afraid I can't give you any, guarantees."

"I like honesty," she nodded, leaning back with one arm stretched out atop the couch. "Personally, I think it's asking for trouble to have a group of girls set away like 'that with no boys or men about."

"You're looking for a stud," he laughed.

"Personally, I can see that as an aspect of the job, if the man isn't going to use his authority to manipulate the girls, and if he isn't going to get hung up on them, or get them hung up on him. But I'm only an administrator. Ella, the principal, may well have different ideas, though she does feel that the girls need the presence of a man around."

He nodded, and noted that he would have to thank Midge for tipping him about the job opening. Alma turned out the lights as Alex drew the drapes tight, and they started the projector. He turned to look at the screen.

"The mother of one of the girls found this film, and left it with us when she enrolled the girl," Kelly said.

Two dark-haired girls stood in a large, well lit bathroom as the film began. Both wearing terrycloth robes, they appeared to have just gotten up. The large shower-tub was nearly filled with water, and they debated as to who was going to use it first. An off-camera voice suggested that they share it, and the camera revealed a well-built boy in his late teens. The girls looked at one another and giggled. Nodding, they let their robes drop to the floor.

The projector beside the couch, Wayne looked over to see that Alex's and Alma's arms were around each other's waist as they watched the film, their hands caressing each other's ass. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Kelly was watching the screen with interest. His breathing deepening, he looked back at the movie.

He wondered if the girls were sisters; their features were similar, as were their bodies. They stepped into the tub, and the one with longer hair began to soap her arms. Glancing toward the boy, she reached over and curved her soaped hands to the firm globes of the other girl's tits, globes not as developed as her own. The boy dampened his lips, and his cock was outlined against his jeans.

Alex's free hand moved up under Alma's sweater to caress her tits, the sweater pulled up from the smooth curve of her taut belly. Kelly's wide mouth was ajar, the angling up of the upper lip from the full lower lip accented. His tool burning, Wayne tried to keep his attention on the screen.

The girls turned toward the boy, the water gleaming from their bodies, soap frothing the slender plume of the one girl's pubic hair. They asked if he didn't need a gold shower, both grinning as they motioned toward his obvious erection. He smiled, and took their offered hands. They drew him forward and he slipped his loafers off before stepping into the tub. The younger girl moved behind him, sliding her body against his as her hands caressed his back and waist. He kissed the older girl, their tongues moving as the younger girl's hands moved between them to open his jeans.

The three eased down to their knees in the water, and the girl pushed the jeans down from his ass as her partner raised his T-shirt. The younger girl's full ass cheeks shifted as she leaned down to push the jeans to his knees, and she kissed his buttocks. Smiling, the boy turned to the side and sat down. His hard prod jutted up out of the water, and the girls lifted his legs to slip the pants off. His weight back on his arms, he watched with a grin, and then he removed the T-shirt. The three embraced, sitting together in the water, and their tongues moved together as their hands slid over one another's bodies, his hands cupping their tits as they curled their hands around his swollen, thick cock.

Wayne shifted on the couch, and became aware of Kelly's thigh against his, and that she was not drawing it away. Alex's back was to them, Alma kneeling down as she opened the pants. Alma's face moved against her twin's loins as she pushed the pants down so as to be able to caress the oval ass cheeks. He looked over at Kelly, and she smiled, her eyes then moving back to the screen.

The three had moved about, and the girl with the longer hair was mounted atop the boy, twisting atop his prod as he and the other girl kissed her breasts. Laughing happily, the girl bucked upon him as she came.

Alex was breathing raggedly, caressing Alma's head as she hungrily moved her mouth. Wayne's eyes shifted back and forth from them to the screen. Alma's fingers indented Alex's buttocks. The younger girl was lying back in the opposite direction from the boy, her ass twisting upon his rod as the other girl sucked at her rigid nipples. She groaned, her legs lifting around the other girl, whose cleave twisted upon his stomach as he caressed her wide hips and rich ass. Alex's head was lifted as Alma's mouth evoked orgasmic rushes. The three sprawled out with satiated smiles, the younger girl curled around one of his legs as the other girl caressed his other leg, and. then his staff. Alex groaned softly, shaking against Alma. Kelly's leg sent burning heat into his, and Wayne dampened his dried lips, the sounds from the movie and the twins filling his hearing. The boy and the older girl stood up, the younger girl bathing them as they kissed. The girl's back against the tiled walls, he arched his hips forward, sliding his stout member up into her. The younger girl caressed their legs, pressing her tits to the backs of his legs as she moved her mouth over the backs of his thighs, sucking the water from them as she moved her tongue upward.

Alex eased down, and dropped forward onto all fours, Alma drawing the back of her hand over her mouth as she looked back to the movie, the pants down around Alex's knees. The younger girl having turned the shower on, water rained down on the three of them, the other girl licking and caressing the rich pillows of her ass as she kissed him, her hands guiding his hips to her ass. The older girl's mouth widened against the other's fanny as his tool entered her cunny from the back, and the younger girl moved her mouth down over his stomach, around the other girl's hip, and to the moving juncture of their loins to lick the underside of his shaft and the girl's spread cunt lips.

Still on all fours, Alex's head was beneath Alma's skirt, and the girl was murmuring, her hands and forearms up under her sweater as she caressed her tits, her face lifted. Wayne rubbed the heel of his hand against one tensed thigh, the other burning against Kelly's. The younger girl was crying out, the boy kissing her neck as he gripped one tit and her cunt, his rod shifting in her ass. The older girl gripped one of her thighs, kissing it as she twisted her tits against it, her thighs gripping the girl's calf as she twisted her splay against it.

The boy's face also lifted, he held the younger girl to him as they both came, her cunt buckling against his hand as their hips shook together, and the older girl leaned back onto her hands as her cunt twisted against the other girl's calf.

The film flipped free of the reel and gate, and clattered about, the projector light flooding the one end of the room. Alex's head raised up from under Alma's skirt, and they fumbled with the projector to turn it off.

"The boyfriend of one of the two shot the film, as I understand it – on the theory that, if they couldn't get in to see a picture like that, then they'd make their own," Kelly smiled. "Well, what do you think?"

"No," she laughed. "I mean about teaching at our school."