Chapter Three
Mountainview School was a bright white two-storey mansion in the manner of an antebellum southern plantation, with wide entrance, tall pillars. A long, semi-circular driveway led me to the front parking area. A black Lincoln Continental was the only other vehicle there, probably the headmaster's. I parked my heap next to it, checked myself out in the rear-view mirror, then went into the building. An old lady was tending the reception desk. She gave me a look of surprise when I told her who I was, then nervously told me to follow her. We went down to the end of the hall, to a huge oaken door. She knocked lightly on it, opened it slightly and peered inside. This was obviously the office of the big cheese, the owner of the Lincoln. "Mr. Hoag," the receptionist whispered inside, "the new teacher has just arrived." "Send her in," said a gruff voice beyond. "Yes, sir." She turned to me. "Mr. Hoag, the headmaster, will see you now. Please go in." The old-timer inside looked apoplectic when he saw me. "But, but, you mean to say you're Leslie Eastman?" "Yes, that's right," I said. "But you're supposed to be a woman!" He was about sixty-five, bald, and weirdly pink in his complexion. The pinkness ran right to the tips of his fingers. He squinted at me and shook his head. "Sorry," I said calmly, "but I've never been a woman in my life. Just wasn't one of my ambitions." "Not a woman? Wait a minute," he continued distractedly. "I…I understood that I had hired a woman. Miss Leslie Eastman. Are you sure you are she-I mean he?" "Quite sure. Have been since birth. My first name is admittedly androgynous, but my friends just call me Les." "My gosh…gosh, this is rather irregular. I mean, I was definitely expecting a female instructor." "Well Mr. Hoag, I was hired to teach English, and I don't see what part my sex has to do with that. It isn't my ability to teach that bothers you, is it?" "No, no…your record seems to be quite good. That's why we accepted you so quickly, my good man-but we thought you were, were a good woman!" "But where is the problem?" "Well," he sputtered. "This is a girls' school, as you must know…with young girls. Our faculty is generally exclusively female, Mr. Eastman..," He took off his glasses, started to wipe the lenses, and fell into a coughing fit. "I…I just don't know what to tell you, sir." "You can tell me when 1 start teaching, Mr. Hoag." "But, but…" "Are you implying that you question my character? My references are all in order, I think-" "No, I didn't mean-" "Do you have someone else for the job? I must remind you 1 do have a contract." "All right, don't get excited, Mr. Eastman. We don't have anyone else for the job right now, as a matter of fact. The previous English instructor left us unexpectedly." "I have come a great distance, Mr. Hoag. Will you please tell me what's going on?" He squirmed nervously, then heaved a sigh. "The contract is only till the end of this semester, correct?" "Yes, that's right," I said. "Well, that's only a couple of months. I don't suppose there can be any trouble in that short a time. Please, please sit down, Mr. Eastman. You've got a contract and it is my responsibility to honor it." "Thank you." I sat down. "Have you found your accommodations to your liking?" "Yes, the house is fine." "Good. I might as well let you get started right away. We can discuss any questions you may have at a later date. The students have been without regular instruction for several weeks now. The sooner you get started the better. My secretary will show you to your office, where you will find the books you will need, and your class schedule." He pressed a button on his intercom, and said, "come in here, Miss Rounbottom, please. Thank you." The door opened in a moment, and in walked a piece of ass of incredible voluptuousness. She was a secretary out of a burlesque skit: tall, close to six feet I would guess, with lustrous blonde hair, huge bulging tits, and a big round rear. She was wearing a tight blue miniskirt that revealed three-quarters of a very shapely pair of legs, nice plump, creamy thighs. She had a round, unintelligent face, but a wide, sexy, gash of a mouth that hinted at desire. "This is Mr. Eastman, Linda, our new English instructor," the headmaster said. "How do you do," she said, looking at me seriously, but then quickly winking at me. I cleared my throat. "How do you do," I said, and did not wink back at her. "Take Mr. Eastman to his office, please." "Yes, sir," she smiled politely. I shook hands with Mr. Hoag and then I followed his gorgeous secretary out of the office and down the corridor, keeping a few paces behind to watch her pretty, plump ass sway back and forth with every step. You can imagine what plans I was already hatching in my mind for this beauty. My office was at the end of a deserted corridor, near some stock rooms. There was not much to it, desk and chair, a bookcase, a closet, a sink, and a window. Linda, the secretary, stepped inside behind me and closed the door. I turned to face her. She was smiling and nodding her head, sizing me up. "So how'd you do it?" "Do what?" I asked. "How did you get him to hire you without you either being senile or having a cunt? Christ, I could have peed when I saw what the new teacher looked like." "Yeah, there seems to have been some sort of error," I said. I was simultaneously taken aback and encouraged by her rather frank language. "But not to worry, I think it's all been worked out now. At least till the end of this semester." "That's just swell. And do you know why?" "Why?" "Because, baby, we can use a stud like you around here. This place is just like a convent. No men around for miles. And those down in the closest town are mostly stiffs. Most of the time we women have to make do with our trusty vibrators. Am I shocking you, Mr. Eastman?" "Shocking me? No, delighting me." "Oh, what a shame. I thought maybe I could shock you. And then I would try to arouse you.” "Forget the shocks. Why don't we go right to the arousing part, Linda." "Whatever you say, Mr. Eastman. I'm a secretary here, and it's my job to serve. If you want me to type a letter, maybe, or take…dictation." She stepped back to the door and locked it with a quick flick of her wrist. She gave me another wink. The next moment she was standing just in front of me and moving a hand up between my legs. She squeezed her hand. against my crotch, and my cock immediately swelled up against the pressure. "Feels big," she said. "I bet we could have lots and lots of fun with that." I gave a sigh, and stood my ground, while she pried her long-nailed fingers into the growing bulge. She cupped it, and dug her nails against my trousers. The secretary started to pull back and forth, till the head of my cock pushed out far beneath my clothes. "Oh, you've got something in there… I think it wants to come out and see me, Mr. Eastman. Don't you think so?" "Yes, it's dying to meet you." With one efficient movement, she pulled down my zipper and stuck her hand inside. I took a deep breath, excitedly feeling the fingers crawling over my crotch. She got the fingers inside my underpants and made contact with my cock. She squeezed it, which made me gasp loudly. "Oh, it is big," she whispered giddily. The blonde pulled the prick all the way out and then held it tight at the hilt. She got down on her knees before me. Her tongue crept out and licked up and down at the growing shaft. Her lips drooled with saliva. She was hungry, no doubt about that. She licked and licked at me, till my cock started to shine brightly, gleaming with spit and dripping come. The girl opened her large, sensual mouth still wider and swallowed me up, every fucking inch, right down to the hilt. I groaned and shook my pelvis at her. Just the sight of this fabulous-looking female perched on her knees, with her mouth full of my cock, was enough to make me shoot off. Luckily, I had stronger willpower than that, and I had already gotten pretty well laid just a short time before so I wasn't as frisky as I might have been. Up and down she moved, slowly, twisting and squeezing on me, sucking in, drawing the semen out of my balls. I shivered as I felt the tip of my cock touch against her tonsils. More sperm dripped from the sides of her lips, and continued on in a tiny, sexy trickle over her chin. She let the cock slide out almost all the way, but she caught an oral grip on it at the last moment and rammed her face back to the base, quickly and tightly, till the head smacked the back of her throat once more. "Oh, that's good, baby, that's real nice," I groaned, shaking rhythmically, clenching my fists. She lifted off it and gasped for breath. She smiled at me crazily, her eyes twinkling like she was high. "Oh, you can't imagine how good that tastes," she sighed. "I haven't had a big cock like this in my mouth in, I don't know, weeks and weeks." "Well, baby, you haven't lost your touch, even if you are out of practice. Go on, do a little more." She nodded. Her fingers squeezed my pole at the base, and she slid her tongue down the length of it, then dragged it back up to the head. She paused at the delicate skin under the rim of the head, and licked it, which made me squirm wildly and groan like an animal. All I needed was for someone, like Mr. Hoag or that aged receptionist of his, to come down the corridor looking for me. It would not be a terrific testament to my sense of responsibility and seriousness to be caught getting a blowjob a few minutes after my arrival at the school. I bucked forward convulsively, and she swallowed me whole once more. I lunged my prick straight down her throat, and she watched it go past her lips with her eyes wide. She sucked, up and down, and I grunted and squirmed, and I passed my hands through her long blonde hair. She paused again, and squeezed in on the rim of the head. I shuddered, felt a rush of ecstasy and almost came-but didn't. She opened her mouth wide and slipped off of me. "Let's fuck, Les," she said simply. "Do you think it's safe?" "Who cares? I've got to get fucked, and this cock of yours is the one to do the trick." She quickly lifted her skirt up and tucked it into her belt. Then she took hold of her panties at the waistband and dragged them to her ankles. She stepped out of them, spread her legs, and brushed up the thick golden hairs growing on he