The New Deacon (closed for FaveGirlFriday and Dr_O)

[Dr_O]

As the bell rang, the classroom door opened and a man walked briskly to the front of the class. He was tall, with dirty blond hair and icy blue eyes. He was lean and tan, like a long-distance runner. He looked to be in his early thirties, perhaps a little older. He stood behind the podium and looked down at the rows of young girls sitting quietly at their desks.

"Good morning, ladies," he said cheerfully. "I'm sure you are all wondering who I am and why I am not wearing a collar." It was peculiar. All of the other male teachers at St. Mary's Catholic School For Girls were priests, and they always wore the traditional clerical vestments, including the Roman collar. This man was wearing a brown herringbone jacket, a crisp blue oxford shirt and tan slacks. He looked more like someone with dinner reservations than a priest.

"My name is Peter O'Malley," he said, "and the reason I am not wearing a collar is that I am not a priest. Not yet." He smiled as he noted the curious looks on the girls' faces. "I am in my final year at St. Matthew's Theological Seminary up in Capital City, and I have just been confirmed as a deacon, which means I am training to become a priest. I will finish my studies this semester and expect to be ordained to the priesthood in the fall."

He went on. "So, first things first. What should you call me? Well, you obviously can't call me 'Father,' because I'm not a priest. You could call me 'Deacon O'Malley,' but that just sounds like I'm 50 years old with a red nose from taking too much communion. And I don't think the priests and nuns would care for you lovely young ladies calling me 'Peter.'"

He smiled again. "So I thought about it, and here's what I came up with. Before I went to seminary, I received a Ph.D. in theology from Boston University, and a lot of my friends call me 'Dr. O.' So that's what you can call me, too. 'Dr. O.'"

He cleared his throat. "Now I know what you're all thinking right now. You're thinking, 'Who cares what people call you! What are you doing here and why are you standing here in Sister Catherine's biology class?' Well, it's a fair question, especially because I know it's very unusual for you to get a new teacher at the start of the spring semester."

He looked up at the ceiling, as if he were trying to think of the right words. "Okay, here's the deal," he said, lowering his voice a bit. "The legislature just passed a law requiring every school in the state -- not just public schools -- to teach sex education to all their students before they graduate. Now I can tell you that all of the priests and nuns here at St. Mary's, and most of your parents, are very upset by this new law. They expect all of you to save yourselves for your wedding night, and they see no reason for you to learn about sex when you are just 18-year-old girls."

He stole a quick glance at the classroom door. "In fact, Sister Catherine flat-out refused to teach sex ed, and none of the other nuns or priests were willing to take her place," he said. "So the diocese called over to the seminary and ordered them to send a graduate student down here to step in. And I drew the short end of the stick. So to speak."

He stood up tall again. "Honestly, I'm not too thrilled about being here myself," he said, absently scratching his chest. "I'm 200 miles from home and I'll be here for the next two months. And I tend to agree with the priests and nuns that we should be teaching abstinence to young Catholic virgins. And... I'm going to have to talk about some things that will make you embarrassed, and then I'll get embarrassed, and bright red is just not a good color for me."

He grinned. "But I have to do what the diocese tells me to do if I want to wear that collar. And you have to take sex ed if you want to graduate in May. So it looks like we're stuck with each other for the next eight weeks."

He took off his coat and hung it on the back of his chair. "So let's make the best of it and make it as pleasant as possible. Any questions so far?"

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

The very moment that Ava Adair saw him walk in the door, time slowed down, her breath caught, and she felt a surge of heat emanating from her female parts. He was just...beautiful. Strange to call a boy, a man, that, but it was the absolute best description of him.

Peter.

How strange that he held her entire attention, but if pressed she would not be able to recall a single detail about him, save for his blue eyes and his beauty.

Her own blue eyes were nothing like his. Her's had a decidedly green tint, while his were arctic and dreamy. Ava had never seen his equal.

She had lived the epitome of a sheltered life. She came from a nice family; comfortably affluent, devoutly Catholic, and socially conservative. She knew that her parents loved her, and she tried her best to be a good daughter to them. She did miss the easy affection that marked her relationship with them in her younger years. Once she began elementary school, her parents had become increasingly disciplinarian, and were less coddling and demonstrative as the years went on. Compounded with the day to day separation that came with her being away at boarding school, the effect was that they just weren't that close.

During her high school years, Ava had matured into a pretty young lady. She was petite, 5'2, with the body of a little athlete. She was toned with a firm, round ass, and small perky breasts. She had long, pale blonde hair, and a creamy complexion. She had a sweet little face; big blue-green eyes framed by thick black lashes, a rarity for a natural blonde. She had a shallow set of dimples that went well with her naturally rosy lips. The nuns frowned on cosmetics, but Ava hardly needed any.

She had wanted to grow up pretty, but mostly she had wanted to grow up to be good. Because of this, she carried the slightly smug air of the morally self righteous; a sign of those who had never been truly tested. But she had never wanted anything so much in her eighteen years as she did this man. What exactly she wanted him for, she really hadn't a clue. He was to be ordained, after all. In spite of this, she couldn't keep her mind from racing to a time when she imagined that he would sacrifice his commitment to The Church, and give up his calling, to marry her. They would raise a beautiful, devout family, and perhaps one of their sons would decide to enter the priesthood. It all sounded terribly romantic, and she would naturally be a very devoted wife. She would never let him regret the choice that he made...

"Ava," sounded a harsh whisper from her left side, "Ava, you can stop drooling over the hottie priest now."

Ava's pale cream cheeks blushed a bright rose as she looked over at her best friend, Veronica Levesque. While Ava still retained the rounded face and sweet awkwardness of youth, Veronica was tall, shapely, and appeared to be all woman. Her friend was the type of young girl that left men feeling guilty after they found out her age, an effect that she'd been having since puberty left her fully formed at the age of 13.

Veronica suffered from her own insecurities, but she was very clever at hiding them. She possessed the brashness of the young and lovely, and there was certainly an attractive quality about her confidence and self-complacency. Her form was strikingly curvy; she was 5'7, with long legs, a narrow waist, and large, well rounded breasts. She had thick dark hair that fell several inches past her shoulder. Her features were lovely; brown colored sloe eyes, a petite nose, and a wide, full mouth.

Ava was very much the Betty to Veronica's, well...Veronica. But for all their differences, the two girls were dear friends and they both brought out the best in one another. Veronica challenged Ava to be more bold, while Ava tempered some of her friend's recklessness.

"He's going to be a priest, Ava. I don't even think he bats for our team." spoke Veronica in a low whisper

Ava blushed when she caught Veronica's meaning. Was she saying that most priests...well surely not, well, hopefully not this one. It was one thing to be too young for him, it was another thing entirely to be missing the right equipment.

Her mind was brought back to the soothing sound of Peter's, Mr. O's, voice.

"Any questions so far?"

"I have one, Dr. O," Veronica exclaimed while her arm shot straight up into the air.

Oh god, thought Ava, I know that voice. It's the one she uses when she's about to humiliate someone, often without even their knowledge. She's using her lazy, calculating tone; a cat ready to bat around the mouse.

"So you're here to teach us about sex," Veronica purposefully elongated the last word, "but priests, the clergy, you guys are supposed to remain celibate, right? So my question is, is this a case of 'those that can't do: teach'?"

Ava sunk down several inches in her chair.

 

[Dr_O]

Peter's eyes narrowed just slightly as he listened to the smartass with the big tits try to embarrass him in front of the class. You won't be quite so sassy when I've got my dick in your mouth, sweetie, he thought to himself.

Peter had lied when he said that he had been ordered to go to St. Mary's. When he had discovered that the seminary was sending a deacon to teach sex ed at a girls' boarding school, he had carefully orchestrated the process so that he would be selected. Peter was very good at manipulating people to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was a room full of innocent young schoolgirls, looking up to him, dreaming about him, wanting to please him, so he could fuck all their little virgin holes.

Peter had decided to become a priest for one reason: to gain the trust of innocent or virtuous women and then corrupt them. He had a fetish for righteous women and girls. He wanted nothing more than to coerce and manipulate good girls into doing things that horrified them and devastated them with guilt. When they came to him, tortured by their remorse, he would blame them not only for their sins but for his as well, further eroding their self-esteem. Eventually, they would become his personal sluts, willing to do anything and everything he demanded of them until he tired of them. He had debased several young girls and married women already during his time at seminary, and none of them had reported him -- his psychological manipulations were so effective that the women truly believed that they were to blame, that their sinful lustful natures had corrupted him.

And now, he was at St. Mary's, looking for a couple of innocent virgins to abuse. He didn't think the smartass with the big tits was going to qualify -- she had that previously-fucked look about her. But he thought she still looked innocent enough that he could fuck her a couple of times and convince her it was her fault.

He smiled gently and checked his seating chart. "That's a very good question... Veronica," he said. "It's true that I will have to take a vow of celibacy before I can be ordained as a priest. But let me point out a couple of things."

He held up his notebook. "This lesson plan was the only one approved by the state legislature to be used in these classes, so even if I were a complete ignoramus who had never had any sexual experiences in his whole life, I should still be able to follow along."

He smiled again. "Second, I have not taken my vow of celibacy yet. And third and finally, without getting too personal, I can tell you that I can do. And I have done. And I will teach."

He let his eyes drop to Veronica's tits for the briefest instant. "But Veronica, I'll be the first to admit I don't know everything there is to know about sex," he said. "So if I get anything wrong, I want you to let me know. I want you to tell me how sex works in real life. Fair enough?"

He flashed that big smile again and looked around the room. "Any other questions before we get started?"

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Ava was shocked to see Veronica begin to blush. When was the last time that happened?

And Peter, he's had sex before. He had just admitted aloud to their entire class that that was the case. Ava felt her thighs clench together, binding a nervous energy. She knew that adults had sex. Well, a lot of them anyways. She was living proof that her parents had had sex before, at least once. But there were also adults who didn't have sex. Like the nuns, and the priests. And all the adults that waited until they were married to have sex.

But Peter hadn't waited. Unless he'd been married before, and was now divorced. For his sake, she hoped that was the case. He must have known that having sex without making the Sacrament of marriage was a sin. Maybe he wasn't always Catholic. Maybe he had found his way to God after he had grown up. Her family knew a few Catholics who had converted as adults. It didn't seem like there were many of them, but those who did all seemed to be very devout.

Her mind drifted on to sinful thoughts. Peter, naked, with a naked woman. Was she his wife, his girlfriend? How many times had they done it? Did she talk him into it? She knew about the mechanics of sex. After all, Veronica was no longer a virgin, and Ava had heard all about it. The man's penis grows large and a little liquid comes out of his tip. It hurts the first time he puts it in a girl's vagina, and god makes it hurt worse if you're not married. That last part she hadn't heard from Veronica, but Mrs. Keller, an elderly woman who used to babysit her when she was young. But Veronica has had sex three times, with two different guys. She claimed that it did hurt at first, but that after that it wasn't so bad.

"And the second time, Ava? Feels like heaven."

So Peter, at some point, had put his penis inside of a woman's vagina. She wondered if it had been the woman's first time, and if Peter had hurt her. No, she thought. The woman had probably done it before and had seduced Peter into fornicating with her. Jezebel.

To think about him doing it with this other girl, it made her private area tighten. She knew that it was wrong, what he had done, but she couldn't help it that it excited her, fascinated her, made her even more interested in having him near.

 

[Dr_O]

Peter saw Veronica blush and put her head down after he called her out. That's right, Big Tits, he thought. Watch your tongue or I'll make you stick it in my asshole.

No one else raised her hand. "No other questions? All right, let's dive right in." He opened his lesson plan and laughed in spite of himself. Wow, they don't waste any time, do they.

"Okay, ladies, it looks like today, we are going to learn all about the male sexual organs," he said. "That's the lesson plan, and it comes with these big diagrams to help us out."

He removed a folded poster from his notebook. "Hmm, it's bigger than I thought," he said. A lot of the girls giggled. He looked up and smiled. "Yeah, I guess that's what she said, right? We might have a lot of those during this class. Anyway, this poster is huge. Ah... okay, miss Veronica, could you please come up here and help me with this?"

Veronica was still blushing a bit, but she stood from her desk and walked to the front of the room. She and Dr. O carefully unfolded the poster to reveal a very large, very accurate anatomical drawing of a naked man's pelvis. Short black hair curled above the man's circumcised penis, which hung heavily between his legs against his testicles, which were also large and hung obscenely down. The various parts of the man's genitals were labeled in a small, neat font.

"I'm supposed to put this on the wall," Dr. O said, and the girls giggled again. He and Veronica walked the poster over to the blackboard and stuck it there. Every girl in the class could easily see the huge drawing of the man's penis and testicles from her seat.

"Okay, well, obviously, these are the male genitalia," Peter said, consulting his lesson plan. "This is the penis and these are the testicles..." He went on pointing out the various parts of the male anatomy and describing their functions.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Ava was so thankful that Dr. O had called on Veronica for assistance, and not someone shy about anything having to do with sex.

She couldn't help it. When he hung the poster of the man's...parts on the wall, she couldn't help thinking of Peter's own parts. Hanging out, in his pants. Covered by a thin layer of fabric was his own penis, resting a top his own scrotum. External meatus, the shaft, the glans. Little curling hairs very similar to the ones that she herself had developed. He had it all.

She noticed that her body temperature had rapidly increased, and she was mortified to look down and see her tiny nipples forming points through her white blouse.

Note to self, Ava. Next time, wear a padded bra!

She continued to listen to him describe the male sex organs in detail. And she knew that he wasn't talking about himself, just about men in general. But with every description that he gave, she couldn't help but picture Peter naked.

God help me.

 

[Dr_O]

As Peter described the various parts of the male anatomy, following along with the lesson plan, he noticed that there was complete silence in the room, and all the girls were paying close attention. I guess I don't have to worry about them falling asleep, he thought. I mean, really, how often do you get to have class with a giant schlong poster on the wall?

He had come to the end of the first segment in the lesson. "Okay, that's an overview of the male sexual organs," he said, reading as he went. "So now...." He stopped for a second. "So now, we are going to study the male sexual response cycle, which can generally be described in five stages: arousal, erection, stimulation, ejaculation, and refraction. And it looks like we have a couple more diagrams to help us out." He slid the next poster out of his notebook. "Another big one," he said. "Let's see... yes, right here.... Elizabeth? Can you help me with this poster?"

This time, when the poster was unfolded, there were audible gasps from some of the girls and snickering, whispering and pointing from most of the others. The newest poster depicted, in full color and in great detail, a fully erect penis. Peter looked at it and had to admit it was an impressive rendition. The shaft was longer and thicker than it had been in the previous poster, with veins standing out in bold relief. The head of the penis was also much larger and engorged a deep shade of red, the slit at the top slightly open. And the testicles had drawn up slightly and also looked larger and fuller.

It was so realistic and accurate that it almost looked ... pornographic to Peter. Oh well, he thought, I just work here. He looked out at the girls and tried to see if any of them were rubbing their legs together. I wonder if looking at this giant hard cock on the wall is making their little panties wet, he thought.

Most of the girls were still chattering and giggling about the new poster. Many of them had horrified or disgusted looks on their faces. One girl made as if she were sticking her finger in her mouth to gag and vomit. "All right, ladies, let's get it together," he said. "I know this is not something you see every day at school, but let's try to be grown-up about it."

He looked around the room and that seemed to have quieted them a bit. "Okay, so this is the fully erect penis," he said, reading from his lesson book carefully. "When the man becomes sexually aroused, blood flows into the spongy tissues of the penis, causing it to grow larger and rise to an erect state, pointing straight out or even straight up from the man's pelvis. The testicles also draw up and swell in anticipation of the orgasmic release."

He read on. "After the arousal and erection stages, the penis must be stimulated before the man can achieve orgasm. Traditionally, the penis would be stimulated by a woman's vagina, but stimulation by a hand, or a mouth, or other parts of the body, can help the man achieve the same result, sometimes powerfully."

He looked up for a second and all the girls were paying close attention. "The erect penis will continue to respond to stimulation, growing larger and harder in all areas, and the testicles will draw up tighter against the man's body, preparing for that eventual release."

He stopped and put his notebook down. Okay, you must have questions after that!" he said. He looked around. "Really? No one? You all have older brothers, something like that?"

All the girls were still staring at the poster on the wall, especially a petite little blonde sitting next to Big Tits. Peter looked at his seating chart. Ava Adair. She is definitely a possibility, he thought. She looks so sweet and innocent. I'd bet good money she's a virgin... but she is staring at the cock on the wall like it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. She looks like she's about to start drooling.

Just then, Ava looked up and saw Peter smiling a bit, watching her stare at the giant erection on the wall. She flushed bright red and looked down at her desk.

Sweet and innocent, Peter thought. He made a mark on the seating chart. But maybe not for long.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Oh God! He saw me, looking at the penis poster, wondering if his cock looked the same when it is erect! What will he think of me?

Ava was red faced and mortified. She had never seen a grown man's penis before, and she had been so intrigued with the look of it standing erect, that she had momentarily dropped her self-conciousness and had simply stared. Of course, what she had been wondering when her eyes left the poster to fix on Dr. O, was whether his penis looked the same when he was experiencing an erection.

Does he know, about what a total perv I am?

She felt another set of eyes on her and looked over to see Veronica gazing at her. Her best friend was wearing a particularly obnoxious grin on her face.

"It's OK to be hungry for cock, Ava." Veronica whispered, amusement lacing her voice.

Ava may have been completely inexperienced when it came to sex, but she was more than used to Veronica's teasing.

"Well, you would know all about that." Ava replied with mock seriousness.

Both girls couldn't help but start giggling.

 

[Dr_O]

Peter was sure the girls had a thousand questions about the rather explicit drawing of an erect penis on the wall, but no one raised her hand. They must be too embarrassed, he thought. if they ask about it, it might seem like they are interested in cocks, and they'll catch hell from the other girls. He looked down at Ava and smiled. But some of them are definitely interested.

He flipped the page of his lesson notebook. "Okay, now we are up to the fourth stage of the male sexual response cycle, and our third and final poster of the day." He traced his finger down the seating chart. "Let's see, Miss... Adair. Ava." He looked up at her and smiled. "Ava, could you give me a hand with this thing?"

That prompted another round of giggles and whispers. Peter pretended his double entendre had been an accident. He tried to look embarrassed. "I did it again, didn't I?" he said with a sheepsih grin. "I've got to watch that."

He smiled at Ava again. "Let's try that again. Ava, will you please come up here and help me unfold this poster?"

He watched Ava blush again, but she hopped right up and walked to the front of the class. Peter watched her closely as they unfolded the third giant poster. This time, it was a super-detailed drawing of an ejaculating penis. The testicles were drawn up tight and flat against the man's pelvis. The penis itself was fully engorged and a bright angry shade of red from base to tip. The head was so swollen that it had a purple tint, matching the large ugly veins snaking down the shaft.

And, most graphically, there was a long ribbon of white semen squirting out of the penis and into the air. There was more of the milky fluid dripping from the tip and trickling down on to the underside of the shaft, just underneath the head.

Now it was Peter's turn to stifle a laugh. Jesus, he thought, it would be tough to find anything this explicit on a porn website. The girls in the class gasped again, louder still, but this time there was no giggling. They just stared wide-eyed at the huge cumming dick on the poster. Peter smiled again. I bet none of the little virgins of St. Mary's thought they would be studying a spurting cock today in biology class.

Peter studied Ava's face carefully as they positioned the poster on the wall and taped it up.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

When Ava heard her name called, she could have died. Was he trying to embarrass her as he had Veronica? Did he think that she was some kind of a slut because she had been so fixated on the penis poster? Under normal circumstances, anyone having these thoughts about her would be mortifying, but she felt it even more keenly because the judgement was coming from Peter.

She knew that her cheeks were flushing pink as she quickly made her way up the aisle to comply with Dr. O's request.

Please don't let him think that I'm a bad girl.

As timid as she felt, she couldn't help her excitement as she took her place along side Dr. O at the head of the classroom. She was so very close to him now. She willed her nervous hands not to shake as, together, they unfolded the next poster and taped it to the wall. Her eyes grew impossibly wide when she saw the new picture.

She gazed in amazement at the image before her. The erect penis appeared to be ejaculating. The penis depicted had grown so very large that it looked like it might burst at the seems, and the veins of the shaft appeared to be engorged with blood. The ejaculate itself was thick and creamy, and Ava wondered what it would feel like to rub it in between her fingers, to put it in her mouth, to feel it inside of her.

You are so disgusting.

The illustration exhilarated her. It made her want to reach out and run her little hand over it. The thing that she found most intriguing, however, was the coloring of the penis. As opposed to the last image, the cock before her was now bright red and purple, like internally it was on fire. And that made her wonder, when a man is ejaculating...

"Does it hurt?" She asked aloud before she even realized that the words had left her mouth.

 

[Dr_O]

Peter laughed out loud.

"Yes! Finally, a question!" he said, smiling cheerfully. "And an excellent question at that. Thank you, Ava!" He grinned at her and squeezed her shoulder affectionately.

He turned to the class. "Ava's question was, 'does it hurt?' And when you look at this ejaculating penis, it does look like it hurts, doesn't it? It looks like it is about to burst. But in fact, it's just the opposite. When a man ejaculates, he experiences the most intensely pleasurable feelings of his entire life. Now, for men and women, some orgasms are better than others, depending upon the... uh, quality and intensity of the stimulation that caused the orgasm."

He looked at the poster again. "But you can be sure that if a man looks like that, he is a very happy man indeed."

Peter looked down and flipped a couple of pages in his lesson plan. "Well, the bell's about to ring and I think that's a good stopping point," he said, looking out at his students. "I'm pretty sure that a lot of you girls have genuine questions about penises and male sexuality, but you're too embarrassed to ask them in front of all your friends. And that's cool, I understand."

As he talked, Dr. O took down the giant penis posters and folded them back up. Not sure Sister Catherine would be thrilled about her ninth grade history students walking in and seeing three giant penises on the wall, he thought with a smile.

"But if you really want some honest answers, you can come down and see me any time," he said. "My office-slash-bedroom-slash-broom closet is over in the old rectory, across the courtyard from your dorm. My door is always open."

The bell rang, and he flashed a brilliant smile at his girls. "Tomorrow, we'll study the female reproductive system. More big posters on the way!"

He gathered his things and walked out of the classroom.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

After Dr. O dismissed his class, Ava headed down the aisle to collect her belongings.

"We have a few minutes," Veronica addressed her, "Let's head to the girl's room."

As Ava followed her friend out of the classroom and down the hall, she thought about what Peter had said.

"But if you really want some honest answers, you can come down and see me any time..My door is always open."

Just thinking about his words sent a jolt through Ava's entire body. Of course she'd never actually have the courage to visit his room, but simply knowing that every night he would be sleeping right across the courtyard from her was thrilling.

As soon as they entered the restroom, Veronica dug through her bag looking for a cigarette. She didn't smoke very often, but occasionally she'd have one after a stressful class.

It's not her norm to smoke unless we've just completed midterms, or something, Ava thought as she considered her friend. Dr. O must have really gotten to her.

Ava shrugged and turned to enter one of the stalls.

"So Ava, the new priest is pretty choice," came Veronica's voice over the partition.

Ava rolled her eyes.

"Well apparently, his boyfriend's think so too," Ava responded as she finished up, "and, he's still just a deacon."

Veronica smiled at her friend as she exited the stall.

"Oh, I've changed my mind about that. Only a straight guy would stare so intently at my tits and yours."

"Veronica! He was not staring at our tits!" Ava exclaimed, "at least...not at mine." She looked mournfully down at her own tiny breasts. She knew that the brunette was used to guy's staring at her chest; Ava had witnessed some men carry on entire conversations with Veronica's breasts.

Normally Ava felt uncomfortable for her friend, and she was thankful that her little bosom didn't receive the same level of attention. But if Dr. O was going to be tempted into gazing at anyones breasts then she definitely wanted them to be hers!

"Don't worry shortcake," Veronica said, putting out her cigarette in the sink, "he was definitely checking out your luscious little rack. You were too busy hyperventilating when he called on you to notice."

Ava acted put out, giving Veronica a little shove as they exited to girl's room. But in truth, her friends words put her on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

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That afternoon, the girls were to play volleyball on the indoor court during gym class. They always took there time changing in the locker room before starting a match, as Sister Martin treated volleyball days as more of a free period. Ava had already put on her little form fitting shorts, but was waiting on Veronica to finish up.

She was bending over to tie her tennis shoe when she felt a slap on her rear end.

"Sexy ass, Ava!" Veronica giggled, as Ava smiled. They enjoyed smacking each other's bums, it was a thing.

"Speaking of sexy tails, did you check out the good Dr.'s ass?" Jenny Clark asked from her locker across the bench.

"Oh, you know Veronica was!" exclaimed Adriana Martinez.

Everyone laughed, including Veronica.

"I wasn't as concerned about his backside. I was more focused on his frontal assets." Veronica smirked.

"And, how did his bulge measure up, Veronica?" Jenny inquired.

"Well, I don't claim to be an expert on dick, or anything, but I'd definitely say that based on his outline, he's packing a rather generous helping."

Ava felt her cheeks burn. She couldn't believe they were discussing the size of Peter's penis. Her Peter's penis.

"Well apparently, he knows how to use it too," quipped Adriana.

"Thinking about taking it for a test drive, Addie?" Jenny asked her friend.

"Hell, no! He can keep that thing to himself. I don't care how hot he is, did you look at that nasty diagram? When I do it, the lights will be off! I don't want to see it, and I definitely don't want to touch it!"

"You can't really avoid touching it if you're going to 'do it', Adriana," Veronica smiled, "but I can't say that I blame you for not wanting to look at it. They are pretty gross looking."

"And when it drips with pre-cum," added Jenny, "nasty! When Scott asked me for a blow job the first time, I almost gagged just from thinking about his fluids inside my mouth. And swallowing? Forget it."

Ava sat back listening intently to every word coming out of her friend's mouths. Her own sexual experience consisted of kissing a few boys, and being felt up over her shirt once. Despite physically feeling wonderful, she had felt so guilty about the groping afterwards, that from then on, any wandering hands were promptly swatted away. So she had determined that she didn't really have anything meaningful to contribute to this conversation. And there was no way that she was going to admit that the things that seemed to repulse the other girls, made her own body flush with excitement.

She knew that she had to be some sort of deviant, but she felt like she would do almost anything to see Peter's cock. She hadn't thought that the poster's were ugly at all. In fact, they had made her panties embarrassingly moist. She was fascinated at the thought that a man's penis could grow in shape right before your eyes. And she didn't want to hide from one. Ava was sure that she was disgusting, but she had thought that the pictures were beautiful. She wanted to taste a boy's 'pre-cum'. The very thought of it made her slick.

Ava was aware of what Jenny meant when she said that she wouldn't swallow. Veronica had already explained to her that when you sucked a man's penis into your mouth, you had to decide when he 'came' whether you were going to spit or swallow. Veronica had said that men loved it when you swallowed their cum, but that it was super gross, and it was OK if you wanted to spit it out. Ava hadn't told her at the time, but she couldn't wait to 'swallow'. She wanted to feel a man's cock erupt inside her mouth, and then let his essence bathe her tongue.

"What about you, Ava? The Dr. seemed pretty interested in getting to know you better," Adriana smirked.

Ava inwardly fumed. The deacon was a good man! Adriana shouldn't be insinuating that he was on the look out for cheap thrills.

Veronica came over and put her arm around her blonde friend.

"You all know that Ava's not open for business until her honeymoon. Guess the deacon will have to find someone else to play Dr. with."

Ava appreciated Veronica's save, but if Peter was going to be playing doctor with any of his students, she was going to make sure that it was her.

My God, I'm going to hell!

 

[Dr_O]

Dr. O smiled as he walked down the halls toward the front entrance. Every girl he saw turned to stare at him, and some of them openly gawked, their mouths hanging open. He knew he was good-looking, but he also knew he really stood out at St. Mary's Catholic School for Girls. He was the only male at the entire school under 40 years old, and the only one not wearing solemn, black priestly garments and a Roman collar. He was going to get a lot of attention, and that suited him just fine.

He decided to stop at the main office and check a few things out. When he walked in the door, an attractive woman looked up at him and smiled.

"You must be Deacon O'Malley," she said. "I'm Margaret Hayes, the school's registrar. Welcome to St. Mary's!"

Peter flashed that big warm smile. He immediately noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. "It's a pleasure, Mrs. Hayes," he said, "but please call me Dr. O."

He subtly checked her out as he shook her hand. Mrs. Hayes looked to be in her late thirties but she was fit and trim, obviously a religious exerciser. In fact, everything about her looked religious, from her conservative navy dress, buttoned all the way to the top, to the delicate silver cross hanging from her neck, to her sensible, church-lady hairstyle. I'll bet she goes to confession every week and has nothing to confess, he thought. But she's not bad looking, and it looks like there are some nice perky tits hiding under that frock.

"Dr. O it is," she said, smiling again. "Are you settling in all right?"

He smiled back. "Well, I just got in last night, so I'm still getting my bearings," he said. "But everyone has been great. I made it through my first sex ed class, and no one died of embarrassment, including me." He tried to look a little sheepish.

"Well, that's good," she said. "I just can't believe the government is forcing us, a Catholic school, to teach sex ed to these girls! It's a disgrace."

"I couldn't agree more, but what are you going to do?" he shrugged. "Anyway, I'm just hoping to make the best of it and enjoy myself here for the next couple of months."

"I hope so too!" she exclaimed. "Please let me know if I can help you while you're here, Dr. O."

How about I bend you over your desk and fuck your righteous little cunt right now? he thought.

"Thanks so much, Mrs. Hayes," he said warmly. "It's really good to know there's someone looking out for me. Anyway, I was hoping I could take a look at my kids' files, just to familiarize myself with who they are, their backgrounds, you know."

Mrs. Hayes knitted her brow a bit. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. O, but our student records are confidential," she said. She seemed apologetic and more than a little distressed. "Only the headmistress, the principal and I are allowed to access them."

But I bet you'll let me access those files after I access your pussy with my cock, he thought. "Of course, that makes sense," he said. "I was just hoping to learn most of their names before class starts tomorrow, just so I don't feel like a total stranger. But I understand completely."

He paused for a second. Peter had already discovered that a lot of the women he encountered as a deacon had been married for ten or fifteen years, and in most cases, they hadn't heard any sincere, genuine compliments in a long time. He had found that if he noticed them and said anything nice to them at all, they would practically swoon, and he was on his way to getting inside their functional white panties.

He tried to look a little embarrassed again. "I have to tell you, Mrs. Hayes, you've got the nicest smile I've seen all week. It has really made my day." Another brief pause. "You look like a runner, and I was hoping to go about five miles a little later this afternoon. Would you like to come with me, show me a good trail?"

Mrs. Hayes looked away and she flushed a bit. "Well, um..." she stammered. "That sounds like fun, but I usually run in the mornings, and I'm afraid I don't have any running clothes with me today."

He smiled. "Ah well, it was just a thought," he said.

"But I do know that if you start at the main parking lot, and go all the way down Chapel to the stop sign at First Avenue, that's two-point-four miles. So there and back would be pretty close." She hesitated. "And maybe... I could run with you tomorrow afternoon?"

"I would love that," he said cheerfully. "It's a date. It was so great to meet you, Mrs. Hayes."

"You too, Dr. O," she said. "And... please call me Margaret."

He showed her that big friendly smile one more time, then left the main office, heading toward his room in the old rectory.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

That night as Ava lay in the dorm room that she shared with Veronica, her mind was full of everything Peter.

When they had walked far enough away from the school grounds into the surrounding woods, Peter reached over and grabbed Ava's hand.

"Dr. O! We can't! You're a deacon, and I'm your student!"

Peter looked intently at Ava's troubled face, and gently used the back of his hand to caress away her anxiety.

"Ava, I know that it's wrong, and if I only wanted you because you make my cock grow large, then I would have to just walk away. But Ava," he said earnestly, cupping her face gently with both hands, "you're the one. I thought that I could be ordained, but that was before I met you. I love you, and I always will. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on, and I can't bear the thought of ever letting you go. I won't. You can run from me Ava, but I will only follow you, I will never give up until you consent to be mine."

He leaned down and tenderly touched his lips to hers. His mouth was warm and gentle, and she felt her heart surge.

Peter pulled back, and before Ava knew it, he was on one knee at her feet. He grasped both of her tiny hands in his.

"Marry me, Ava. Make me the happiest man in the world. You're 18 now, we can elope and get a little house together. Your parents might be angry at first, but they will come around eventually when they see how happy you are. And Ava, I intend to make you deliriously happy. Please Ava, don't break my heart, I couldn't live without you."

Ava knew there would never be a future for her without Peter in it.

"Yes, I will marry you, Peter." She tested his name aloud for the first time, and it felt wonderful.

He kissed her again. And somehow, during all of the kissing, he laid her down carefully on to the soft earth. She looked nervously up at him, but he smiled so very warmly. It was then that she noticed that he had lowered her pants. His exquisite cock had already grown to it's full size, and she longed to feel it in her hand.

"Don't be shy, princess. You can touch it."

Ava reached her hand down beneath the seam of her panties and lightly rubbed her tender pussy lips. She feathered her fingers up and down her outer lips before using one finger to separate them and delve into the delicious wetness inside. She paused when she heard Veronica tossing in her bed.

"Very?" She whispered to her friend. "Are you awake?"

Ava held her breath for several seconds. Her friend remained silent, and Ava let out an exhale of relief.

She knew that it was a sin to touch herself. But when she imagined Peter's cock, red and hungry and stretched out in front of her, she couldn't resist the temptation.

Tomorrow morning, before class, she swore that she would visit confession.

 

[Dr_O]

Peter walked outside the front entrance to the school and turned right toward the old rectory. Once upon a time, all of the priests had slept there, but now they were in the new rectory at the other end of the campus. He had the whole building to himself.

Not that it was much of a building. At one time, it had probably been nice, and it had a certain charm, like an old farmhouse. But it hadn't been used for anything in years, and most of the rooms were stale and dusty, with slipcovers and bedsheets draped over all the old, unwanted furniture.

The priests had done a fair job cleaning up his office and bedroom. It was a small, square-shaped room in the back corner of the rectory, and to call the appointments "spartan" would be an insult to the ancient Greek city-state. As he walked in the door, Peter saw a blocky, sturdy desk to his left, just to the right of a small bookshelf in the corner. The desk chair looked like a refugee from a card table set. Just beyond the desk was his twin-size bed, lengthwise against the left wall. No more than a foot from the head of the bed was the far wall. This fucking room can't be more than about twelve by twelve, he thought to himself.

On the right wall, near the corner closest to the door, were two ratty chairs behind a small coffee table. They had obviously been put there for one-on-one sessions with his students. I might bend them over the coffee table when I fuck them, he thought, but I probably won't need the chairs much. In the far right corner was a rickety old wardrobe and a miniature refrigerator. On the far wall was the doorway to the bathroom. That was it. No TV, no internet, nothing. What ever shall I do with all my idle time?

Peter smiled devilishly. He put on his running gear and went outside. It took him about forty minutes to cover the route Mrs. Hayes -- Margaret -- had described for him. Tomorrow, after our run, he thought, maybe I'll invite the virtuous Margaret back to my room for a cool drink. Or a hot protein shake.

After his run, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. As he was soaping himself up, he noticed something. There was no bathroom door, and for some reason, the bathtub and shower were set directly across the bath from the open doorway. If the bedroom door were open, or even just cracked, anyone standing outside would have a clear view of his bathroom. Particularly the shower. Now that's good to know, he thought to himself.

Once he was clean and dry, Peter laid down on his bed naked. He didn't expect any of the girls to come see him today, but he might as well be ready. He squeezed his cock idly while he thought about the girls in his class. The smartass with the big tits... what's her name? Whatever. She definitely needs some cock, he thought. She's no virgin, but maybe she's never had a dick in her ass. He had noticed that her shirt was a little too tight and her skirt was a little too short. Maybe she's a slut. Maybe I should hold her down and treat her just like the dirty slut she thinks she is. I need to figure out a way to get her in trouble, so I can punish her severely. And often.

Then he thought about the hot little blondie who helped him with the spurting cock poster. She was staring at that dick like she wanted to lick the cum right off of it, he thought. But she was beet red the whole class. I bet she's never seen a real live cock in her life. He stroked himself harder and faster thinking about that. She's not slutty like Big Tits. I bet she's still dreaming about glass slippers and Prince Charming. I'll start pretending I'm in love with her and I think we might be soulmates, some shit like that. Once I have her thinking I'm going to take her away on a white horse, she'll be begging me to shove my dick in her tight little virgin pussy. After all, it's meant to be.

Peter read for a while, then turned out the light and went to sleep.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

The next morning, Ava and Veronica were both getting ready in their room to head down to breakfast in the Dining Hall. The girls sat on their beds, Ava brushing out her long blonde hair, and Veronica, applying blush and mascara. There was no one at the school that Veronica was looking to impress, she made quite an impression anyways, but she did like to piss the nuns off by showing up for Mass in the morning with a tarted up face.

"More sex-ed today with Dr. O-God He's Hot. Are you ready to move on from the male genitalia, Ava? You seemed pretty fixated on it yesterday." The pretty brunette smiled at her friend.

Ava continued to brush her hair, ignoring the inquiry. Veronica was constantly asking her embarrassing questions with no expectation of an actual answer. It was true that it made her squirm quite a bit, but Ava was also aware that this was her friends way of introducing topics that were difficult for her to ask about. No one in the world knew her better than Veronica, and most of the time that was a really great thing. There had never been a time that Ava could recall where Very had shut her down or judged her for her ignorant questions. And Ava always seemed to have a million questions that she could never, ever, ask her parents about.

"Is it scary, Veronica, the first time you have sex?"

She knew better than to ever ask a question like this when their other friends were around. There were only a couple of people that Veronica would let herself be vulnerable around, and Ava was one of the few.

Veronica was quiet for a minute. Ava knew that she was thinking about her response, but Very pretended to be concentrating on her mascara application. Finally, she spoke.

"Well, sure yeah, it's scary. I mean; so you don't know what to expect. When it happened the first time, I think i just wanted to get it over with. I was curious and everything, but I sort of just wanted to get the first time out of the way."

Veronica's first time had been at a party that her older sister had taken her to over a school break. She had met Tim for the first time that night, and he was just so confident. Like Veronica was, about everything at the time...except for sex. She had known instinctively that he would take care of everything. And he seemed to really like it when she confessed that she was a virgin. He had been very cool, taking it slow, really making her body respond before he entered her.

They had emailed back and forth a few times afterwards, but it's not like either of them made a thing out of it.

"And I'm glad that it happened the way it did. But you Ava, you're more sentimental. I don't think that you'll feel comfortable your first time unless your in love. And then I don't think that you'll feel afraid, or worried, because you'll be so happy. You might be nervous, but I know you Ava. You'll only give it to a guy who will take good care of you." Veronica studied Ava for a moment. "Why the question shortcake?"

Ava blushed a bit, "No reason. All the sex talk yesterday just made me curious."

"Well, I can see why you'd be feeling a little apprehensive after the monster cock Dr. O displayed yesterday," Veronica giggled, "it should have come with a warning caption though; Penis definitely not drawn to scale!"

Ava laughed as well. "That's good, because I can't even imagine fitting the top part inside, let alone the entire thing!"

"I think that when the time comes you'll be amazed at just what your hungry little hole is willing to take in! But right now, my hungry big mouth is ready for breakfast. Let's go eat."

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While the other girls were still eating, Ava quietly made her excuses and headed over to the Chapel early. She looked around at the empty sanctuary before slipping into the Confessional.

She knelt down before the screen that separated her from one of the school's priests. She began making the sign of the cross.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." She says softly.

"Bless you child, and good morning," came a deep baritone voice.

Crap, Father Campbell.

He was the oldest and the most stern priest at the school. If you were a teenage girl, he was the very last priest that you would want to confess to about having masturbated.

Ava took in a deep breath.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been," Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, "five days since my last confession. In that time Father, I have lied to a friend, I have had thoughts of a lustful nature, and I have touched myself where I shouldn't have."

Her face was burning bright red and she was hoping that they would go straight to saying The Act of Contrition. He cleared his throat and there was a pause.

No such luck.

"Tell me child," Father said slowly, "about the sinful thoughts that you have been having. I need more information to understand."

Ava bit the inside of her cheek until she could taste a bit of blood.

"Well Father," she said in the quietest voice she could that he could still hear, "I have been thinking about men, and their...parts..."

"What parts child? Be specific."

Let me die.

"Well, specifically penises, Father, and scrotums."

"Yes, and what have you been thinking about the male genitalia?"

Really, who needs absolution?

"Well, just that I, what I mean is, that I have been thinking about looking at men's penises close up, and...touching them. With my hand, and maybe my m-mouth. I've been thinking about how they look when they ejaculate, and wondering what that might taste like."

She heard Father Campbell sigh. "I see child. And thinking about men's genitalia, has it made you curious to pursue intercourse?"

"No! Yes, that is, yes, I have thought about it before."

She could hear Father Campbell breathing harder on the other side of the screen.

He sounds very disappointed.

"And you do realize that fornication is a sin, child?"

"Yes, Father."

"Tell me more about touching yourself, daughter. Where specifically?"

Ava had to take a deep breath before preceding.

"I touched myself on my vaginal area, Father."

"I see, child," he sounded very angry, like he was ready to burst, "and did you touch yourself over your panties child, or underneath?"

Ava could not believe that a priest had just used the word panties.

"Underneath," she whispered.

"You must speak up, child, if God is to hear your sins and forgive you. Tell me daughter, were you thinking about committing sins of fornication while you were masturbating?"

She blushed at his terminology. Masturbating. It sounded like something that perverted old men did.

"Yes, Father, forgive me," she replied a bit louder this time.

"Very well, child. I want you to be mindful of the type of thoughts that lead you to sinning in this manner. It is a serious offense in the eyes of the Lord to touch what is pure in this way. For penance, child, I would like you to say three Hail Mary's and one Our Father before Mass. As for now, please make your Act of Contrition."

Ava began to ask aloud for God's forgiveness. As she made her plea, she heard Father Campbell making sharp breathing noises. She wanted to stop to ask him if he was all right, but she didn't dare interrupt her dialogue with the Lord.

Father seemed to have recovered by the time she had finished her prayer, though he was a little short of breath.

"I absolve you of your sins, child. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost."

"Amen." Ava replied. Relief flooded her at the thought of having made her confession.

"Go in peace, daughter."

 

[Dr_O]

Peter awoke early the next morning, still naked on his bed. He smirked as he looked down at his cock, hard and stiff against his belly, just as it was every morning. I'll have to sleep naked every night, he thought, in case Blondie decides to bring breakfast in bed to the man of her dreams. Then he thought again. No, I want to be awake for that. I want to watch Blondie's face when she sees a naked dick for the first time in her life.

He walked into the bathroom to piss but had to wait for his dick to soften a bit before he could aim down into the toilet. He scratched his bare ass while he thought about his plan. He wanted to get to those student records, but Margaret the Righteous stood in his way. He was pretty sure he could fuck her, but it was going to take a while. Those good Catholic wives don't just drop to their knees and start sucking strange dick right away, he thought. I'll just have to turn on the charm and appeal to her moral sensibilities.

He showered and dried himself off. He put on gray slacks, a starched white oxford shirt, a dark navy blazer, and a conservative plaid green tie. He looked at himself in the mirror. Like an overgrown Catholic schoolboy, he thought. How could this man have anything but the purest motives at heart? He smiled, grabbed his lesson plan and notebook, and headed out the door.

When Peter walked into the main building, he looked up at the hallway clock. 7:38. The main office didn't open until 8:00, but he looked in the window, and sure enough, Margaret was already inside, bustling about. Of course, he thought. Of course responsible, industrious Margaret comes in to work early. As he watched her, she dropped some papers and bent over to pick them up, and her skirt stretched pleasantly over the curves of her bottom. That's a nice, tight ass, especially for an older lady, he thought. I want to fuck some of this young pussy first, but I definitely need to have her bend over and spread that naked ass for me before I leave.

He rapped on the glass gently. When she turned and saw him, her face lit up. Peter smiled and waved. Nice big lips, too, he thought. I wonder if she blows her husband, or if I'll have to teach her how to suck my dick?

She opened the door. "Well, good morning, Dr. O!" she said, beaming. "It's so nice to see you so early this morning."

He smiled back as he stepped into the office. "The pleasure is all mine, Margaret," he said. "I think I'm going to have to come see you every day, because that smile of yours will cheer me up no matter what kind of mood I'm in."

She blushed a bit. "That is sweet, Dr. O. I don't often get compliments on my smile, so that's very nice."

"Are you kidding?" he said. "I envy your husband, being able to wake up every morning and see your pretty face next to him in bed."

Peter could see Margaret's face cloud over a bit, but only for a moment. "Well, thank you very much. I brought my running togs today, are you still up for a run this afternoon?"

"Absolutely," he said. "My class ends at 2:45, so I'll just need to go back to my room and change real quick. Why don't you meet me there at 3:00? I'm over in the back corner of the old rectory."

"Sure, that will work just great. I'm looking forward to it!" She paused. "Was... there something else?"

Peter looked around and lowered his voice. "Actually, there is, Margaret, but it's a sensitive matter," he said. "I know I don't know you very well, but I feel like I can trust you. Can I trust you?"

Margaret's face was earnest and concerned. "Of course, Dr. O. You can trust me completely."

He nodded and cleared his throat. "Okay, that's good," he said. He took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes. When I came in yesterday and asked to see my kids' files, I told you I wanted to memorize their names. That actually wasn't true." He paused. "Well, it wasn't entirely true. I do want to learn their names as quickly as I can. But the real reason is..." he trailed off, pretending to search for the right words.

"The real reason is that one of my students said some things yesterday in sex ed that were quite... concerning. Disturbing, even. She asked several very inappropriate questions and made some comments that indicated to me that she has had many sexual experiences. Many unpleasant sexual experiences. I hate to say this, but I'm very concerned that she has been sexually abused, repeatedly."

Margaret made the sign of the cross. "Oh Dear God."

Peter nodded. "It is very upsetting, and what's worse is that it may still be going on," he said. "She made reference to some things that happened very recently. So I really want to see if I can help her." He scratched the back of his head. "I know the student records are confidential, Margaret, and I understand why. But I thought if I could just take a look at this poor girl's file, maybe there would be something, anything that might give us a clue as to what's going on with her, and who might be taking advantage of her."

Margaret stood quietly for a moment, biting her bottom lip. "Oh, that poor little girl," she said. "That just breaks my heart. I have a daughter who's almost 13, you know, and I just can't imagine..." She looked up at him. "I think you're right. This is a special circumstance. But I should talk about this with the principal and the headmistress before--"

"I don't want to do that," Peter said, interrupting her. "This could be nothing. She may just be acting out for her friends, or repeating some things she heard on TV. I don't want this to be a big, formal investigation where everyone on staff knows about this girl. Right or wrong, there could be a stigma attached to this kind of thing, and that could really make things awful for this girl, even if I'm wrong and she's not being abused. I'm telling you because I thought I could trust you to keep this sensitive information to yourself."

She thought for another few seconds. "You're right, Dr. O," she said. "The most important thing is protecting that girl and helping her if she's in trouble. Tell me her name, and I'll go get her file."

Peter looked around again and lowered his voice again, almost to a whisper. "Actually, Margaret, I'd rather not tell you her name until I can find out more about it," he said. "You're risking your job and maybe more by doing this. I am too. But what if there's nothing to this? I don't want you to take that kind of risk before I can find out if there's anything helpful in the file."

"So here's what I want you to do," he said, leaning close to her. "I want you to open the student files on your computer. Don't tell me the password, just open the folder and leave it open. Then leave the office. Go down to the break room and get some coffee. Sit down and read the paper, or chat with anyone else who comes in, anything. Stay away for at least ten minutes. I'll see what I can find, and if anyone catches me, I'll take the heat."

"Okay, Dr. O," she said. "Thank you for trying to protect me." She took his hand and squeezed gently, then looked up at the clock. "I'll stay gone until 8:00, and neither the principal or headmistress ever gets here before then. So you should have at least fifteen minutes before anyone else comes in."

He covered her hand with his other. "Thank you, Margaret, for understanding what is a rule, and what is right."

She nodded firmly. "And thank you for looking out for your girls." She walked around to her computer, clicked her mouse a few times, then typed briefly on the keyboard. She looked up at him and nodded again. She squeezed his hand again as she walked by, then left the room.

Peter watched her walk out. I definitely will fuck her from behind, he thought. He quickly walked around to her computer and, after checking to make sure Margaret was gone, took a memory stick from his pocket and plugged it in. The open folder was titled "*** CONFIDENTIAL *** Student Records." He dragged the entire folder to his memory stick and waited for about a minute while the files copied. He was about to stand up, but then he noticed another folder on Margaret's desktop: "Employee Records." He smiled and dragged that over as well. When those files were copied, he removed the memory stick, stood up and walked out of the office, then back out through the main entrance.

He walked briskly back to his room, then retrieved a small briefcase from the back of his wardrobe. Inside was a razor-thin laptop computer and a cell phone. No one knew about either of them except him. He booted up the computer and plugged in his memory stick. He opened the student folder and clicked on a file titled, "LEVESQUE, VERONICA." He scanned through it briefly. There was nothing much to speak of. Her father had divorced her mother when Veronica was 12 and had apparently married his secretary. That marriage was not recognized by the Catholic Church, of course. He saw that she had received several demerits for breaking curfew and for wearing "inappropriate clothing." Peter smiled. They all have to wear the same goddamn uniform and she still manages to dress like a slut, he thought.

He was just about to close Veronica's file when he noticed something about her attendance. In the fall of the previous year, Veronica had missed three consecutive weeks of school. The notation read, "Reason for absence: UNEXPLAINED."

Peter thought for a minute and then picked up his cell phone. He scrolled through the contacts file on his computer until he found the name he wanted. He dialed a number and waited. In a moment, he heard, "Records Department, Joanna speaking."

"Joanna, have you been putting your vibrator in your asshole again?" he asked.

"Peter?!?" Joanna said, in a stage whisper. "Why are you calling me at work?"

Joanna Franklin was a parishioner at Peter's church in Capital City. She had been assigned to Peter for counseling, and over time, he had gotten her to admit that she fantasized about anal sex constantly. She had told her husband about it, but he had been horrified and told her never to mention something so disgusting again. Soon after that, Peter counseled Joanna by fucking her ass relentlessly until she had cum five or six times, her asshole squeezing his cock desperately. Then Peter told her that only a dirty whore would want a dick up her ass, and that she had seduced him and corrupted him by telling him she wanted to be ass-fucked.

He waited a few days after that, then called her at home and told her he couldn't think about anything else but sliding his hard cock into her ass again. She was back the next day, shivering with guilt but ultimately bending over and spreading her cheeks wide for him. As soon as he finished shooting his cum in her ass, he pulled out and turned away from her, saying, "I can't believe you came back and asked me to fuck your ass again. You're nothing but a filthy whore who wants cum in her dirty asshole. Get the fuck out." She left, crying. And then the pattern would repeat.

"I'm calling you because I wanted to know if you're fucking your asshole when your husband's not home," he said.

There was a long silence. "Peter, don't make me say it," she said, almost whimpering. "I'm trying to forget about all that."

"Forget about what, Joanna?" he said. "Forget about my big hard cock stretching out your little asshole? Forget about my balls slapping your cunt while I fucked your ass so nice and hard, just like you like it? Forget about my hot cum squirting in your dirty asshole?"

"Oh God..." she said into the phone. "Peter... there are people all around." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Oh... I think about that all the time, Peter. I put my vibrator in my... in my ass every chance I get and I think about you... about your... your cock... deep in my ass.... Oh God. Peter, when can I see you again?"

"Soon," he said. "I'm out of town for a couple of days. But if you want my dick in your ass again, I need a favor." He waited.

She was breathing hard. "What is it?"

"I know your office keeps all kinds of records on everyone who lives in this state. I want you to do a search for a woman named Veronica Levesque, L-E-V-E-S-Q-U-E, from September and October of last year."

"Oh... okay, Peter," she said. He could hear her typing. "When will you be back in town?"

"In a couple of days. What do you have?"

"Okay, let's see... no criminal records, no lawsuits, nothing... oh, she's a minor?"

"No, she's 18," he said.

"Oh, right, but she was a minor last year..." she said. "Okay, there is something that popped up from the medical records database." A couple of years ago, the state legislature had passed a law requiring all doctors to archive and index their medical records in a central database maintained by the government. The stated purpose of the law was to protect the people against insurance fraud and abuses of the medical care system. Doctors, civil rights activists and privacy advocates had howled, but the high court had not yet made any rulings about the new law.

"What is it, Joanna?" Peter asked.

"Well, I can't tell you," she said. "I mean, it's classified. She had some sort of procedure on October 4th of last year, but it's blocked out. They do that for some of the more sensitive medical treatments, especially when it's a minor."

Peter smiled. "That's what I needed to know. Thanks, Joanna."

"Okay," she said. "Peter, when are you going to be back? I have to see you."

"Now you're begging me to come fuck your ass again? You're nothing but a cheating dirty slut. Fuck off, you disgusting whore, or I'll tell your husband why your asshole is so loose."

Peter clicked END on his phone, then sat back in his chair and grinned.

You're mine now, Big Tits.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Veronica Levesque is not a girl who suffers being humiliated. In class yesterday, she had only meant to poke fun at the new deacon. It wasn't serious, she was only trying to loosen him up because he had seemed so uptight about talking to the schoolgirls about sex. He had retaliated however by slut shaming her in front of the entire class.

It wasn't just some girls that she shared biology with. These were the girls that she ate her meals with, giggled with, fought with, lived with. And he just couldn't resist giving her a comeuppance, in front of them all.

Veronica smiled as she adjusted her uniform in the girl's room. If the church man wanted to fuck with her, she'd be more than happy to give it right back.

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When Veronica entered Dr. O's classroom that morning, she looked slightly different than she had at mass that morning. The girls uniform consisted of a simple white cotton button up blouse, a modest plaid pleated skirt that came to just above the knee, and either a pair of knee high white socks, or white or black tights, depending on the girl's personal preference and the weather outside. As it was still early in the year, the temperature demanded that the girls also wear their school issued navy blazers. Shoes were to be sensible and black, but outside of that they were allowed to select their own.

As Veronica walked through the door, she immediately approached Dr. O's desk, where he was sitting before he called class to order. She had opened several buttons at the top of her blouse, and had tucked her bra into her school bag. Because of her youth, Veronica's breasts exhibited gravity defying abundance. As she walked they bounced lightly atop her chest, and her nipples were sharpened to fine points visible beneath her blouse. She had rolled her skirt several times over at her waist bringing it almost up to the crease below her ass. She continued to wear her school approved stockings, but she had changed into 4 inch heals.

If a nun had crossed her in the hall on the way to class, she would have been issued a demerit on the spot and told to go put her uniform back to right. But she had gambled on being able to slip into class undetected, and just as with most things that she endeavored to do in life, she had come out victorious.

With a sway of her hips that had been mesmerizing grown men since she had turned 13, Veronica approached Dr. O. He heard the clack of heels and looked up at her as she rounded his desk, placing both palms flat against the surface and leaning in to speak to him. He appeared to be just as transfixed by her cleavage as every other man she had ever met.

"Dr. O, I feel bad that we started off on the wrong foot yesterday. I just want you to know that I try very, very hard not to be a naughty girl. So if you need help today with your posters, or with... anything at all, really, you just let me know."

He was still staring at her tits when Veronica turned to walk down the aisle to take her seat by Ava.

Mission accomplished.

 

[Dr_O]

Peter watched Veronica sashay up to his desk and tried not to smile. She had slutted herself up so obviously that it was comical. She knows she has great tits, he thought. No bra, and she's teased her nipples up just for me.

Then he could barely keep from laughing as she bent over his desk and did a breathy Marilyn Monroe routine. "I try very, very hard not to be a naughty girl," she said, waving her tits in his face. She's trying to make my dick hard for some reason, he thought. Maybe she thinks I'll give her an A if she prances around like slut for me. He smiled. Well, that's exactly what she's going to do, but she won't just be prancing. She has no idea about all the things she's going to do for me.

He watched Veronica wiggle her ass as she walked back to her desk. She sat down next to Blondie, who was staring at him with a dreamy look in her eyes. Excuse me, miss, may I see if this glass slipper fits on your pretty little foot? It is a perfect fit. Now let me see if my dick fits in your pretty little mouth.

The bell rang. He stood up and smiled. "Good morning, ladies!" he said. "I know yesterday might have been a little... overwhelming for some of you. A little embarrassing. Okay, a lot embarrassing. But I think you all handled it very well. These are mature subjects, and you all acted like mature young ladies."

He grinned. "Today, we talk about girl stuff! Who wants to help me tack up the first poster today? Let's see... Jenny? Come on up, Jenny..."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Ava got to class several minutes early. She had been waiting since yesterday afternoon to return to Peter's orbit.

And there he was. She was able to stare at him unreserved as he sat at his desk, presumably reviewing his lesson plan. He had the loveliest mouth, set off by his firmly set, masculine jaw. And his hands! So much bigger than her own, and with long, long fingers. Part of her wanted him to acknowledge her presence, but she was content to be able to have this time to openly gaze at him.

When Veronica waltzed into the classroom, Ava was only mildly shocked by her appearance; after all her friend was always trying to get a reaction out of the Sisters. But when Veronica had slinked her way over to and attempted to get a rise out of Dr. O, Ava was furious.

So what if she hadn't already confessed her crush? This was the type of thing that Veronica should just know! And how dare she come in here, waving her overstuffed breasts in his face! It was obscene.

When Veronica had turned in her direction, smug air displayed all over her face, Ava had a momentary desire to scratch out her friends eyes.

But Dr. O's stare had not followed Veronica back to her seat. Ava relaxed a little, relieved to see that he didn't seem to be fixated on Veronica. She perked up, determined to enjoy her hour with Peter.

 

[Dr_O]

As he and Jenny unfolded the lesson plan's next poster, Peter had to wonder about the legislators who had approved this particular sex ed curriculum. They sure like big dicks and pussies, he thought. This poster was a large, full-color, hyper-accurate drawing of a woman's genitals. Peter had to nod approvingly. That is a pretty little pink pussy, he thought. He looked over at Blondie, who was whispering urgently to Big Tits. I bet Blondie's little virgin cunt looks just like that, he thought. I can't wait to push my cock right into her little wet hole.

He decided not to look at or acknowledge Blondie or Big Tits for the rest of the class. He wanted to keep them guessing.

"Thank you, Jenny," he said, turning back to the class. "Okay, well I would imagine you are all more familiar with this drawing than with yesterday's. At least, I hope so," he said with a little smile. He picked up his lesson plan notebook.

"This, of course, is the female vulva," he said, reading from the lesson plan and pointing. "Right here are the labia majora, the outer lips of the vagina. Inside here are the labia minora, or inner lips, and right here" -- he rubbed his finger directly on the poster -- "is the opening to the vagina itself. Above the vagina," he said, sliding his finger up on the poster, "is the clitoris, a tiny button of flesh that is homologous to the male penis." He circled his finger around the giant clit in the drawing. "The clitoris is the most sensitive pleasure center on the woman's entire body, containing as many nerve endings as the penis despite being one hundred times smaller."

He looked up to see the girls all paying close attention. "When the female becomes sexually excited, the clitoris and labia will swell and engorge, and the vagina will produce significant amounts of lubrication to prepare for the insertion of the penis. When the man pushes his erect penis into the woman's vagina, she will experience pleasurable sensations as the penis stretches the vaginal canal and slides along the vaginal walls, as well as indirect stimulation of the clitoris from the friction and pressure from the man's pubic bone when his penis is all the way inside her."

This is pretty hot, he thought to himself. They tried to make it sound clinical, but they're still talking about fucking. He read on.

"During intercourse, the man will instinctively slide his penis in and out of the woman's vagina, and the woman will instinctively rock her hips back and forth, to press her clitoris down on the man's pelvis and to allow his penis to penetrate her as deeply as possible," he read. "The gentle friction of the woman's wet vagina on the man's penis is intensely pleasureable for the man and will cause him to ejaculate his semen into the woman's vagina. The woman will also experience intense pleasure and may reach orgasm herself during intercourse. If this occurs, her cervix -- the opening to the uterus at the end of the vaginal canal -- will contract and expand rapidly, literally sucking the man's semen into her uterus and dramatically increasing the chances of conception."

Fuck, I'm starting to get a hard-on, Peter thought. I wonder if any of these girls are dripping onto their panties? I wonder if Blondie is all wet and slippery right now? He still didn't look over at her or Big Tits.

He looked back at the poster and saw that underneath the vagina, there was a very nice rendition of a tiny pink puckered asshole. Now why did they put an asshole on the poster? he wondered. He flipped a page in his plan. There's nothing about it in here.

Then Peter had an idea and smiled slyly. He slid his finger slowly down from the drawing's clit, down over the pussy lips and then on to the larger than life asshole. He traced a little circle with his finger and pretended to read from his lesson plan.

"Just below the vagina is the anus, the sphincter at the end of the rectum," he said, looking at a blank page in his lesson plan. "Although the anus is not technically a sexual organ, it contains a high concentration of nerve endings, almost as many as the vagina. A woman may experience high levels of sexual excitement when her anus is stimulated by a finger, or a tongue, or a penis. Some women, in fact, enjoy anal intercourse -- the full insertion of an erect penis through the anus and into the rectum -- as much as, if not more than, vaginal intercourse, experiencing more powerful and intense orgasms when they are penetrated anally."

He looked up at the class, trying not to smile at the wide-eyed faces staring back at him. "Any questions right now, ladies?"

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Ava thought that she might pass out.

"...the full insertion of an erect penis through the anus and into the rectum..."

What woman would ever enjoy that? She was quite sure that she would rather die then ever endure it. This was worse than the time in 9th grade when their class had witnessed the live birth of a farm goat. She had sworn at the time that she would become a nun. Brides' of Christ don't have to experience child birth, and they certainly don't have to experience having a penis rammed up their anus.

Has Peter ever? Oh my God, has Veronica ever?

Ava scribbled down, and then passed a note over to Veronica. Her friend read the note and grinned a little. She wrote her response, and sent the note back.


Have you ever, you know?!

NO!!! And I'm not going to! Although my sister said that all men eventually expect it. If you're with a guy for long enough, you'll have to open up the back door at some point.




Typically, questioning Veronica about the unknown had a calming affect on Ava. Her imagination usually made things out to be far worse than they actually were. This, was not one of those times. Ava lost all coloring in her face and limbs, terrified for all women, everywhere.

 

[Dr_O]

As Peter expected, there were no questions after his clinical description of how much women liked to be fucked in the ass. I bet half these girls had never even heard of anal sex until right now. They never imagined anything would actually go in their asses. He didn't look over at her, but he thought about Big Tits and smiled. And some of them are going to have their imaginations stretched out very soon.

"No questions? I guess that's understandable," he said, leafing through his lesson plan. "I have shot a lot of information at you the last couple of days, a lot of new, embarrassing, maybe scary information. I know it can be overwhelming. Don't worry if you're confused or even scared. I am here for two months and my job is to not only explain sexuality to each of you, but to help you understand it. So remember, you can come see me at my office any time. Except today," he said, smiling. "I'm tied up the rest of the day. But you can come by any other time, starting at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning."

The bell started to ring. "Or I'll see you tomorrow in class."

The girls stood up and started to collect their books.

"Miss Adair and Miss Levesque, I need to see you both after class. One at a time. Ava, I will see you first. Veronica, please wait in the hall until I am finished with Ava."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Ava felt her stomach drop. This seemed to be a morning of absolute horrors. She was pretty sure that this was not going to turn into the daydream that she had during Mass, where Peter kept her after class to flirt with her and tell her how pretty she was.

She gave Veronica a worried look, but Very only took her hand and squeezed it. It was enough, however. Veronica exited out into the hall, and Ava gathered her books up before heading towards Dr. O's desk.

Please don't pass out. Please don't say anything embarrassing. Please don't ask him if he's had anal sex before. Please don't let him hate me!!

"Hi Dr. O. You wanted to see me?"

 

[Dr_O]

Peter waited until Veronica and all the other girls had left the classroom, and it was just he and Ava. Sweet little Ava. She looked perfectly lovely, so innocent and naive, her beautiful eyes fairly shining as she looked up at him. Fuck, I can't wait to shoot my cum into her pretty little mouth, he thought.

He stood up, walked around to the front of his desk and sat down on top of it. She was standing just a few feet in front from him, waiting.

He smiled his sweetest smile. "Ava, don't worry, you're not in any trouble," he said. "But something has happened. Something that concerns you. Part of me really wants you to know about it, and part of me thinks I shouldn't say anything." Part of me wants to bend you over that desk and fuck your tight pink pussy.

He paused and bit his lip, looking up at the ceiling, doing his best to look conflicted and tortured. "Well, I guess after saying that, I might as well just go ahead and tell you, huh?" he said. "I'm just totally out of my depth here. Anyway..." he trailed off. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

"Okay, here goes," he said, looking earnestly in her eyes. "Ava, when I walked in that door yesterday and saw you sitting in this classroom, something happened to me. I felt something I have never felt before. I know it's a cliche, but I actually felt my heart go pitter-pat." You can feel the pulse in my cock, right here.

He smiled and shook his head. "That sounds so completely silly," he said. "But ever since I saw you, I haven't been able to think about anything else. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. And I don't know what to do. Yesterday and today, I've been standing up there, trying to concentrate and teach this class, but all I really want to do is..." Push you down on your knees and shove my dick in your mouth.

He stopped again. "I'm sorry, Ava," he said, acting like he was blinking back tears. "I know this doesn't make any sense. I know I'm just the dorky sex ed teacher and you don't feel anything like what I'm talking about. I know you're just 18 years old, still in high school. My God, I'm twice your age. And I know I'm a deacon. I'm about to be ordained into the priesthood! It doesn't make any sense," he said again. The Bible says "love conquers all," Ava. That's why it's my destiny to cum on your face.

"Ava, I still don't know if it was the right thing to tell you about the way I feel," he said, his eyes welling up. "Of course, I won't act on these feelings, and of course, I won't tell anyone else about them. And I hope you won't tell anyone else what I've told you. I could get in terrible trouble just for saying this much. But I wanted you to understand if I started acting strangely toward you. I may ignore you in the halls and I may be tougher on you in class than the other girls. I may have to do that just to make sure no one knows what's going on between us. But it would break my heart for you to think I was being mean to you, or didn't care for you, or didn't wish so desperately that things could be different." In a day or two, you won't need to wear panties because I'll be fucking you in the stairwell after class every day.

He stood up and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry to burden you with all this all at once, Ava," he said, "but I couldn't wait, and I couldn't think of a way to just tell you part of it. I just wanted you to know. It may take you a while to process all of this, and if you never want to speak to me again, I understand totally."

He paused. "But if you want to talk about any of this, or anything else, you can come see me at my office in the rectory. In fact, you could come tonight after dinner. Just be sure you don't tell anyone where you are going and don't let anyone see you going into my building. It could ruin my life if anyone found out about this. I hope you understand." You'll understand when you see my big hard cock.

"If anyone asks you why I kept you after class, just tell them that I can already tell that you and Veronica are going to be the leaders of the class, that all the other girls look up to you. That's actually true, I do believe that, and that's what I am going to tell Veronica when she comes in here. But you just can't tell anyone, not even Veronica, how I really feel about you." You really make my dick hard.

He reached out and squeezed her hand, briefly, then let it go. "Don't say anything just now, Ava. Take some time. Just remember, you can come to my office after dinner if you want to talk. I'll be there." And I'll fuck that tight little virgin cunt so nice. I promise.

"You can go now, Ava. Let Veronica know she can come in now."