Chapter 2: Launching Leena's Libido

Bob managed to have a good night's sleep but he woke with a major hard on. Last night's stroking had given only momentary relief. His frustration didn't ease when Mrs. Wilson served his breakfast while wearing a robe that made him aware of the shapeliness of her body. The lovely woman seemed totally unaware of the havoc she was causing his undernourished libido and the occasional display of naked tit-swell appeared to be quite innocent. He left early for the school, which was conveniently just next-door to his boarding house.

It was, as he already knew, a one-room school. He entered through the single door on the right in the front of the building and into a cloakroom. From there he passed through another door into the classroom. His desk was on a raised platform to his left as he exited the cloakroom and to the left of it was another door.

The classroom was set up with an open space across the full width of the room in front of his desk and then three rows of old-fashioned double desks, enough he calculated for thirty students. The center row extended only partway back however to leave room for a wood burning stove that would heat the room in cold weather. There was a single door in the back wall, which Bob opened to find a well-stocked woodshed. How cold was winter going to be, he thought?

Bob then returned to the front of the room and checked behind the door to the left of his desk (or to the right if you were facing it.) He was surprised. What had been originally a cloakroom for the girls had been modified into a cozy office and restroom. There was a small desk, a wooden, armless rocking chair and a narrow cot.

He went outside then and checked around back of the schoolhouse, next to the forest. There were two well-separated outhouses clearly marked Boys and Girls. They were reasonably clean with no unpleasant smell but he suspected that as the school year progressed that might change.

The Register supplied by the Trustees and already filled out with the necessary details showed that he would have nineteen pupils. They ranged in age from six to eighteen and encompassed grades one to eleven. Reverend Wilson had given him an unofficial briefing the night before so he had some idea of what to expect.

"You'll find this place different from what you've known, Mr. Best. The boys don't take school seriously nor do their parents. Boys begin working hard to help out on the farm or woodlot when they're pretty young and the oldest on you have is in Grade Eleven but there's a boy in Grade ten who may be older. The girls don't do much better except there's a Philipino girl in Grade Eleven who is new this year and from the transcript she gave us she may be a good student. With few exceptions the locals don't start school until they're seven so most of them are old for their grades. You'll soon notice that they look old for their real ages, too."

Last night Reverend Wilson, who was enjoying the opportunity to talk with another person from 'civilization' as he called it, had given Bob more local background. He explained that, because of the relative isolation of the community there'd been a great deal of inbreeding. This seemed to produce a population that was not really up to par in the intelligence area; at least as far as bookwork was concerned. With candor and maybe a bit of salaciousness thrown in, he theorized that a sort of natural selection process had occurred in the century or so that Dorset existed. The boys, though below average in IQ were above average in size. The girls developed precociously and were certainly bustier than most. They often married before they finished school and sixteen or even fifteen was considered to be prime marriage age for girls.

Curious about what this teaching assignment would really be like Bob made out name cards from the list in the register. Placing the cards for the youngest on desks near the front and allowing one desk per student for the older ones he placed the cards on the desks. He could adjust the seating arrangement later after he got to know his students.

Bob nodded at the students as they arrived in singles, pairs and trios. "Good morning," he said to them with more assurance than he felt as they arrived. "Look for your name on the desks to see where I want you to sit." For the youngest he asked older students to help and by nine o'clock sixteen pupils were sitting quietly, facing him.

"Good morning, boys and girls. I'm Mr. Best, your teacher, but I guess you knew that, didn't you?" He got a polite titter of amusement from the schoolchildren and he proceeded to lay down the law as far as behavior, study and class work were concerned.

Bob passed out a simple questionnaire he had prepared and asked them to fill it out. The older girls were asked to help the five youngest who were too young to read and write the answers and once that was underway he paused to look more closely at his students.

Just as Reverend Wilson had said, the boys were big. The oldest one in attendance today was Seth Hardy who was sixteen and in Grade Nine. He was as tall as Bob but looked like a bodybuilder with wide shoulders and legs that strained his jeans. The other boys were smaller but nonetheless large for their ages.

The girls may also have matched Wilson's description but it was hard to tell. Most of the girls wore shapeless dresses of dark, heavy material that were buttoned full length in the front. These dresses gave only a hint of their contents but even two of the girls in Grade Five appeared to have fat chests. The exception was the Philipino girl, Marie, a short, slender, dark-skinned girl with large eyes and a pretty face. She was sixteen, according to the register, and she wore a white blouse that showed off her rather small, high breasts and a skirt that molded tightly to her cute, bulbous bottom. He was going to have a hard time sticking to his resolution, he mused as he surveyed the lovely juvenile girls seated before him.

The remaining days of the week and the weekend went well. The school children were reasonably well behaved and, aided by the detailed book the School Board provided, Bob managed multiple grades more easily then he'd expected to. A dark look or a glance at the strap that hung at the side of his desk seemed to quell any of the occasional ventures into disobedience.

The nights were another matter. Celibacy was not a natural state for Bob Best and celibacy in the presence of so much feminine pulchritude both in school and at home was painful. It was going to be a long year and Bob began marking off the days until his first study break that was scheduled for mid-October.

While Bob was fighting his burgeoning desire for various of the schoolgirls in his charge and for his increasingly appealing landlady, Mrs. Wilson, he was not the only one with prurient thoughts.

Almost all of the girls from grade five and up knew something about sex. In fact, most of them had experienced it. Their idea of the future was centered on marriage and kids, hopefully to a man who could provide lots of material comforts. As noted, there were few virgins in the classroom and in the local culture marriage was likely to be to a much older man. The new teacher, big and handsome and by Dorset standards, wealthy, was a potential husband in the minds of these unsophisticated girls.

The principal exception to this line of thought was Priscilla Wilson, his landlord's sixteen-year-old daughter. Her twelve-year-old sister, Leena, was another matter.

As she sat in school studying her handsome teacher little Leena mused about what had happened since she'd first seen her father in his relaxation room. If a twelve-year-old girl can be a cynic, then Leena was one. Eloise was no longer her best friend. This was partly jealousy but mainly because she lied to Leena.

"You're crazy, Leena. Reverend Wilson didn't do nothing like that to me. He just prayed with me. And saved me."

Leena knew different. She had seen with her own eyes what her father had done to her friend but she didn't know that Eloise truly didn't remember.

Eloise, in fact, had some fleeting doubts. Yesterday after praying with Reverend Wilson, along with the feeling of peace and fatigue from her religious experience she had a strange tenderness between her legs. But, despite what Leena said, Eloise knew that she would have remembered if her minister had fucked her. And she knew equally well that he was a kind, Godly man who would never do that to her, especially when he was getting her ready to be baptized.

But Leena was certain that her friend was lying and she became even surer of that when, three days later, she saw Eloise kneeling naked before the cross on the wall while Reverend Wilson knelt behind her. This time Leena saw her father's long cock disappear in the crevice of her friend's buttocks and she'd watched while her father's hips sawed back and forth in the unmistakable motions of fucking. Eloise's plump, naked ass squirmed and writhed and she moaned softly at first, then louder and harder, her hands gripping the table frame as her minister pumped his long spear in and out of her little body. Leena's legs wobbled and her belly became warm with unwilled excitement as she gazed through teary eyes while her best friend was fucked again.

"He didn't! I didn't! I hate you Leena!" Eloise had said the next day when Leena again accused her of sinning with the Reverend.

"You're a liar, Eloise. How can you lie like this?" Leena said, knowing what she'd seen. "You're not my friend any more."

Since then Leena had seen her father doing the same things to grown women including Eloise's mother and their fat neighbor, Mrs. Hatfield. There had been several others as well that Leena observed during her frequent visits to the peeping place, mostly teenaged and younger girls being prepared, supposedly, for baptism. She wasn't sure what was going on but it was obvious to her that Reverend Wilson was not just saving them for Jesus. Plainly and simply, her Godly father was using his special status to get women and girls to allow him to fuck them.

The no longer virginal twelve-year-old girl had discovered that she could pleasure herself with her fingers. She understood better now what the girls might be feeling when her father fucked them and when she watched, she fingered her soft, little pussy until she too was breathing hard and her hips became mobile with excitement.