Alex Stuart is Head of Art at Asheton Hall College. This is a very exclusive institution, with a long, proud history in the advanced education of young ladies.

Mr. Stuart is quite young to hold such a responsible post. He is a strikingly handsome man; tall and well built, with dark hair and eyes. He is much admired by the students, all of whom are over eighteen years of age, but very few are still virgins.

Many of them have secret fantasies, which involve him in wildly improbable encounters with strong sexual overtones. A few imagine having him helpless, while they have their wicked highly sexual way with him. But others, less dominant, think of him having them completely helpless and inflicting exquisitely painful punishments, before screwing them to distraction.

Some fantasise regularly about him screwing them senseless, one way or another. They often use their fingers and over-active imaginations until they achieve hot breathless orgasms.

Some of the students are in their mid-twenties. Most of them have money but some have far too much money, which comes regularly from their wealthy, doting parents. Most of them have a very strong interest in sex, which comes naturally.

Most of these privileged girls have led lives of bored luxury, and have fairly low moral values as a result. Some have morals that would be better suited to an alley cat, while a few apparently have no morals at all!

These are the real ringleaders. They, and the groups of students they led, would tackle anything that offered any sort of thrill they hadn't yet experienced. But they'd already tried almost everything, some legal, but mostly illegal, in the booze, dope, and sexual areas of endeavour - especially the sex. This was why they'd been invited to leave previous educational establishments, prior to being enrolled at Asheton Hall.

Some of the students felt sure they were madly in love with Alex, and, in a few cases, he with them. He never gave them any chance to prove this, though he was tempted at times by the brash offers and suggestions he received fairly regularly. These came mainly from students who entertained serious thoughts of seduction. He knew that some of the girls would try anything at least once - and probably already had - especially if it was sexual - more so if it was somewhat perverted.

Alex hadn't seen Frank Wilson since mid-morning. There was something rather odd about Mr. Wilson. Alex was wary of his habit of using dope - especially at, or soon after, lunchtime.

Mr. Wilson was the senior Art teacher, but he wasn't the usual laid-back, freewheeling, arty type - he was a lot worse! Crazy Frank wasn't the type of person you'd expect to find teaching the privileged daughters of wealthy parents at an exclusive college for young ladies. But he did teach them; sometimes things far beyond the normal Art curriculum and often well beyond any normal activities that privileged young ladies might be expected to indulge in.

Why Frank was so popular with the students - especially the seniors - had baffled Alex for a long time. Perhaps his casual, don't-give-a-damn attitude, and his weird erratic sense of humour matched their constant desire for illicit excitement and further wild sexual experiences.

Alex was fairly sure that Crazy Frank encouraged them, by joining in their fun and games. Perhaps he encouraged them even more by suggesting, now and again, some unusual mischievous lechery the girls hadn't yet thought of, such as bondage. Rumour had it that he ran regular competitions, grading the senior students on their sexual capabilities. There had even been rumours that he'd screwed the winners, but Alex had never been certain of this.

As it was vital to his continued academic success, Frank, and the senior girls in his Art classes, kept all their illicit activities a closely-guarded secret...

 

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'Do you know where I can find Mr. Wilson?' Alex asked a very pretty young blonde student.

She was a First Year pupil, aged eighteen. She had a very supple well-developed figure; impressive breasts, a slim waist, splendid hips and a sensual manner that made her seem much older. She gave Alex a long look that spoke volumes for her natural inclinations, and her sexual capabilities.

'Yes, sir,' she replied, smiling archly. 'He's taking the senior Advanced Art class. They're doing Life Drawing this afternoon, in the small Art room.'

'Thanks very much.'

Alex gave her a neutral smile. She returned this with interest, and then went on her way with a fine display of lithe body language. She moved well, and she knew it. Her hips swayed and her bottom flexed attractively enough to catch Alex's interest as she walked down the corridor and went into a classroom.

He smiled, then pulled his thoughts away from her impressive body and likely sexual capabilities, and put his mind back to the job in hand.

Life Drawing, he thought. With the senior Advanced Art class! Knowing Frank, and that group of unprincipled bitches, that would be with a live model. Male, if they could persuade Frank - and probably nude! Where, and how, Frank managed to find the young men and women to model for his art classes also baffled Alex.

He didn't trust Frank, alone all afternoon with that class and a naked model, male, or female. With his odd sense of humour and the no doubt willing help of his immoral students, the model might be hopelessly drunk by now, or, doped-up to the gills.

Alex never guessed that a male model might perhaps be tied up, totally helpless, while Frank stage-managed some extravagant Arty orgy. Or, he might even be spread-eagled on Frank's table, flat on his back, with a rigid erection, and his wrists and ankles tied to the legs. He would be gagged, to keep him quiet, while the senior girls amused themselves with him. Before this got too serious, the girls would blindfold him, to protect their anonymity. Then the fun would usually involve them making him come, until he couldn't come any more, or screwing him until he couldn't maintain an erection.

Frank preferred female models, of course, for obvious personal reasons. This wasn't too popular with his senior students, but he had an unfailing admiration of the naked human body - especially for lithe female bodies. In this case, students with other sexual interests would deal with the model, but with similar results. Either drunk, or, doped to the gills, the naked model would be spread-eagled on Frank's table, with her wrists and ankles tied to the legs. Then she would be provoked until she was thoroughly aroused, with nipples like red bullets, pussy bulging and her clitoris erect. The girls would then amuse themselves, by making her come, as often as possible.

Alex had no idea of this possible sexual activity, of course, but he decided he'd better make sure that all was well. If Frank was high - and at that time of day he might well be - that could easily develop into Big Trouble! He'd tried almost every drug known to man, plus a few known only to savage South American Indians. Anything might happen! And, with that senior class of sexually enthusiastic deviants, it probably would!

Alex headed for the small Art room quickly. He didn't intend to interrupt Frank's class. He just wanted to make sure of Frank, and check on the welfare of the model, if any, male, or female...

He opened the door a little and listened. There was a faint tangy odour, probably from the very odd hand-rolled cigarettes some of the Art students smoked...

'Don't begin yet!' Frank cried, with a note of near-lunacy in his voice. 'Wait for the Moment! When she raises her head, try to catch her expression.' The female model was moaning, 'Mmmph!... Mmmph!'... 'Mmmph!' The Art class sat enthralled, with pencils poised. Alex was relieved to see they had a female model. He pushed the door further open, went in - and stopped dead. From where he stood he had a good view of the whole room; Frank, the model, and the class.

No one paid any attention to him.

The wide eyes of the senior girls were fixed upon Frank and the blonde model. Their mouths hung open and they were almost drooling with anticipation. As Alex had expected, the model was naked. She was facing the class, bent over the table in front of Frank, with her shapely hips up high and her thick golden hair hanging tangled over her face. She was on tiptoes, with her thighs braced against the back edge of the table. Her hands gripped the front edge firmly. She was taking her weight on her forearms. Her breasts swung freely, with the nipples just clear of the tabletop. She was still moaning 'Mmmph!' with each breath.

It looked as if Frank was trying to screw her. He was holding her by her hips, probably striving for more penetration. She began moaning, 'Uh-mmmph!'... 'Uh-mmmph!'...'Uh-mmmph!'

From the breathless way she was gasping, Alex guessed that Frank was probably achieving this. He also realised that, if someone didn't stop him, crazy Frank was going to screw her senseless!

He had to stop this - and quick!

Frank was gasping for breath as hard and as rapidly as the model, and he was obviously as high as a kite. He looked terrible, as usual. He was wearing a paint-stained checked shirt, but no tie, sandals with no socks, and faded ragged denims. These were now down round his bony knees. His thin red hair was wild and his wispy ginger beard was tangled. The model surprised Alex by waggled her hips, obviously encouraging Frank to still greater efforts.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Alex asked sharply.

Frank gazed at him, grinning vacantly. Then he cried to the class, 'wait for the Moment! Try to catch her expression!' And went on thrusting resolutely.

A few of the students finally noticed Alex and hastily got rid of whatever it was they'd been smoking. The model swayed back and forth, breasts swinging freely, gasping breathlessly in obvious appreciation of Frank's efforts.

Alex moved closer, and was dismayed to hear the soft squelchy sound each time Frank thrust. The model was obviously thoroughly aroused; pussy hot and juicy. He stared into Frank's flushed face, saw his glazed eyes and knew that he was doped to the gills. Again! This wasn't the ideal state for him to be in - not while he was taking Life Drawing with a class of very sexually aware young ladies and a model who was obviously more than willing to join in the fun!

'I'm creating... a Moment of Truth,' he panted.

The model gasped 'Uh-mmmmph!'... 'Uh-mmmmph!'...'Uh-mmmmph!' more urgently now.

'Damn it, Frank!' Alex snapped. 'You're screwing the model!'

'Mmmm. That's right,' Frank agreed, nodding slowly. 'I promised her I would... to create The Moment.'

He paused in his efforts, and gazed down at the panting model's heaving bare back as if he hadn't seen one before. She seemed to be in the final stages of terminal arousal now, she was panting and sweat gleamed on her smooth skin. She waggled her sleek hips again, obviously trying to urge Frank to continue.

'What moment?' Alex demanded.

'Oh-h-h-h, ple-e-ease, sir-r-r-r!' the model wailed. 'Don't stop now-w-w-w! I'm almost there!'

Frank gave Alex a dope-crazed grin and a small shrug, and then resumed his steady, firm thrusting without answering. He'd probably already forgotten Alex's question. The girl's bare cheeks rippled and there was a low slapping sound as Frank's pale bony body made firm contact with her soft bottom cheeks.

'Are you out of your mind?' Alex muttered savagely.

'OH-h-h-h!' the model yelped. 'Mo-o-o-ore! Harder, sir-r-r!'

Frank paused again; keeping the girl's attractive bottom pulled against him so tightly that only a little of his ginger pubic hair was visible above the cleft between her shapely cheeks.

'What?' he asked, looking mildly confused.

'You can't screw your model!'

'I can't?'

'No! You damned-well can't!'

'Oh-h-h-h-h, yes-s-s-s-s! Harder-r-r-r, sir-r-r-r!' the model wailed again, apparently very close to her climax now.

'Ask her about that, when she gets her breath back,' Frank said, and resumed his firm thrusting.

'I can't stand here and watch this!' Alex snapped.

'Sit at the back then,' Frank muttered. 'But keep quiet. Don't distract the class, you'll spoil The Moment!'

All Alex could do was watch, wide-eyed, as Frank resumed his sexual efforts.

'Whuh!'... Whuhhh!'... Whuuhhhhl' the model gasped breathlessly. Her slim back began to arch. She gripped the edge of the table more firmly, raised her head, opened her mouth and closed her eyes tightly, as if she was in agony. Alex stared at her, taking in the blonde hair hanging over her flushed face and her superb breasts, which were still swinging to and fro freely. She seemed somehow vaguely familiar!

Frank went on thrusting strongly, with his dope-glazed eyes set on Alex but focused on nothing far behind him. There was a thin smile on his face now.

'Wuhhh-hh-h!' the model gasped, shaking her head. Whuh!... Whuh!... Whuh!'

'You're in the way, sir,' a sharp female voice cried from the class of eager would-be artists. 'You're blocking my view. I can't see a damned thing!'

'Piss off, Alex!' Frank muttered, then added loudly, 'wait for the Moment, class!'

Alex hastily moved aside, temporarily stuck for words.

'Whuuhh!' the model gasped. 'Whuuhhhh! I'm-m-m... WhUH-hh-h-h!' She took a deep breath and held it, then she cried, 'Oh-h-h-h! ... Oh, yes-s-s-s!... OH-oh-h-h-I... I'm...'

Frank went on thrusting, firmly and steadily.

The girl yelled, Oh, sir!... whuh... I'm... whu-ooph... Oh! I'm com-m-m-I-N-G!'

'Now!' Frank bawled. 'This is The Moment! Try to catch her expression!'

The model began straining silently, then she squealed 'Whoooooo!'

As she reached her climax she raised her head. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open.

'Good girl,' Frank muttered.

There were murmurs of approval from the class. A few of the students were leaning back in their chairs with their faces flushed and their hands hidden behind their drawing boards. Alex had a brief mental vision of nimble fingers thrust into hot juicy pussies. From the rest of the class came the low sound of pencils moving rapidly on paper as they tried to follow Frank's instructions.

He gave the model a final firm thrust, then held her at her waist until she began to relax.

She sighed 'Whooooh,' again softly, then she slumped down on the table. Her hands hung loose, with the fingers limp. Her breasts, flattened by her weight, bulged out sideways and she went on gasping for breath.

There was still the sound of pencils being applied industriously to paper, and some low sighing from the less artistic students as they achieved mild discrete orgasms.

There was also some shrill whistling, and even a little mild appreciative clapping.

'Now, what were you saying?' Frank asked innocently.

He gave Alex a wicked leer, then began wiping sweat from his brow.

'You can't screw your model, in front of the whole damned class!'

'Huh? I just did, didn't I?'

Frank hoisted his jeans and fumbled, trying to fasten his belt without tucking his shirt in.

'You certainly did!' Alex muttered, as Frank zipped up his fly.

'That's good.' Frank nodded, grinning amiably. 'You had me worried there for a moment.'

The blonde model raised her head slowly. She gazed up at Alex through the golden hair hanging over her flushed face. Then she stood up slowly, shook her hair back - and Alex recognised her! He tried hard not to allow the shock to show on his face.

The girl was Alicia Weston - Lee to her friends. She was an American student, a real California beach babe, with an even more broad-minded attitude to sex than Frank's. Though she certainly had the superb cock-teasing figure for it, she was no model. But she was the ringleader of the wildest group of girls in the whole college. And most of the senior ones were in Frank's Art class at that moment!

Alex knew, from her previous escapades, that Lee was totally unshockable. He also knew that she was the apple of her indulgent father's fond eyes. He was a self-made multi-millionaire, a man who'd raise all hell if he found out what Frank had just finished doing with his lovely daughter. Mr. Weston was quite capable of buying the whole college and turning it into a supermarket! Or, perhaps just a car park!

'Whoooo!' Lee sighed again. 'That was 'way out!' Wonderful, sir-r-r!'

She was breathless and had stars in her wide, unfocussed bright blue eyes. So much so that she didn't seem to register Alex, who was standing back a little.

'What do you think you're doing, Alicia?' he asked.

'Mmmm! That was abso-lutely terr-if-ic, sir!' she muttered, still smiling widely at dizzy Frank.

'Lee's doing a little moonlighting,' Frank said casually. 'She's our model, just for this afternoon.'

'And you're encouraging her!'

'She didn't need very much encouragement.'

Alex wasn't sure if Frank meant moral or sexual encouragement. The golden curls on the attractive bulge of Lee's pubis fascinated him. She was standing with her feet apart and her inner thighs were gleaming wet. Seminal fluid dripped from the small beard of dark blonde curls between her legs, making dark spots on the floor between her feet and a highly erotic musky aroma of female arousal emanated from her supple body.