Wood Haven

It was about nine o’clock in the morning when I met my escort, Marsha, and we headed for Wood Haven. Marsha was in her late forties and obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see her delicious nipples straining at the front of her T-shirt. The school had sent a limousine and we sat in the back, ostensibly so we could talk about what I was going to see that day. She obviously wasn’t interested in school talk since the first thing she did was to unzip my fly and start sucking my cock. As she did this, she hiked up her skirt to reveal that she had nothing on underneath. I guess it made it easier for her to masturbate at the same time, which she did with great enthusiasm. I’m surprised that I remember much of the details because she was not only an expert but also had a great enthusiasm for fellatio. All blow-jobs are good but enthusiasm on the cock suckers part makes it a terrific experience. I do remember her love juice running out of her twat and over her fingers in great amounts, which indicated that her equipment was in fine working order from frequent use. Her grunting underlined her liking for this delightfully naughty activity.

After Marsha had swallowed my cum and had her self-induced orgasm, she said that she was sorry but it had been almost an hour since she had had her rocks off. I said that it was OK since I understood and actually enjoyed it very much.

I pulled up her flimsy T-shirt and fondled her titties the rest of the trip. They were of average size but her nipples were long and should have had a sign on them that said, “Suck me!” So I did. As I was doing this I had my finger in her twat, wiggling its way to cumsville. In between moans and gasps she told me her life story.

Marsha had been born to a well-to-do family and from an early age had shown a great interest in sex. She was an embarrassment to her parents. She would appear in front of their tea-time guests, stark naked, and proceed to masturbate. When she was little, her parents could laugh it off, but later on when she started to fondle the guest’s genitals, her parents became panicky and, on the advice of their family doctor, had her shipped off to Wood Haven.

Wood Haven was a Paradise for Marsha. Their motto seemed to be “Anything goes.” All the boy and girl students were sent there because they had become an embarrassment to their families. They were all obsessed with sex. Wood Haven not only accepted this obsession but also encouraged it. Students were urged to explore and experiment to their heart’s content. Classes were given on all aspects of sex. The class sessions usually degenerated into a frenetic orgy with the instructor joining in.

After Marsha graduated, her parents made it clear that she still was an embarrassment and was not welcome to live at home. They sent her on a tour of Europe. Marsha said that she tried to fuck every man on the continent but found the time involved in meeting the men and then getting them into bed was time consuming. She wanted to spend every minute with a live cock in her. It seemed that the obvious solution was to work in a bordello...and so she did.

The bordello in Marseilles was a very active place. Sailors from all over the world came there and after several weeks at sea they were horny as could be. They were also usually drunk which meant that they were good for one fuck and then they went to sleep. Marsha had their cock in her but it still wasn’t good enough.

Finally she wrote to Wood Haven and asked for employment there. Wood Haven always looked after its graduates and by return mail Marsha was welcomed back to the fold. It might be of interest to note that the official Wood Haven envelopes had a rather intricate coat-of-arms in the upper left hand corner. If you looked at it with a magnifying glass you would see that it represented a cock in a cunt surmounted by a pair of long nippled titties. Go School!

The limousine pulled up to the front gate while the guard checked us in. I noticed that the guard had a young girl with him, who was wearing a T-shirt that didn’t quite cover her fuzzy pussy. Marsha explained that the guard was a former student who needed the young girl there to keep his lust satisfied to the point where he could do his job. The young girl seemed quite up to that job. She hung on the guard and rubbed his bulging crotch as we talked. As the limo drove up the drive I looked back and saw the guard whip out his cock, bend the girl over and enter her. The last I saw of them they were fucking away doggie fashion.

The administration building was a large marble structure, befitting an exclusive school. The school president was out front to welcome us and Martha introduced me. He said essentially what Martha had told me in the car between orgasms. He also said that I could fuck any of the students or teachers I cared to. He gave a little chuckle and said, “You will probably be propositioned several times a day.” To demonstrate, he stopped a young red-haired teenage girl coming out of the building and had her bend over. He then raised her skirt to reveal her bare ass. He said, “This is Alice. You’re prime pussy, aren’t you, Alice?” Alice said that she definitely was prime pussy and that she wanted someone to fuck her right now before she had to jerk herself off. She said that her fingers were no substitute for a big stiff cock.