A New Teacher's Welcoming

Fuck it was hot.

Two hours earlier, when I'd stopped at a town whose claim to fame was it had a lot of verandahs, it was 45 degrees celsius.

Forty five fucking degrees.

For those yet to embrace the simplicity and logic of the metric system, it was 113 degrees fahrenheit.

In either system and in any language, it was hot.

The sun was beating down with such ferocity that I thought that if I stopped, my trusty Subaru may become stuck in the tar. Fortunately though, the four wheels didn't become lodged in the shimmering, sticky surface.

Mirage after mirage appeared on the horizon as I drove steadily westwards towards a town of which I knew very little. In total I counted six vehicles as I headed west. Three of the occupants lifted a few fingers off the wheel in greeting, the rest flew past.

To the south I could see the yellow haze of a bushfire that was scarring its way across the landscape. Dotted along the side of the road lay the putrescent corpses of kangaroos, their torsos either torn open by crows and ravens or bloated to the point of imminent explosion.

A dusty promotional brochure lay on the passenger seat soaking up the oil from the service station meat pie I'd picked up for lunch.

Coolamein, population 8,500.

'Edge of the Outback' the brochure declared.

"Out the back of buggery" I said and checked my odometer for the hundredth time.

I had only 175 kilometres of flat straight road left to contend with and I'd be at my new home. My new home for the next two years anyway. That's how long I'd have to stay in Coolamein to avoid paying back the $10,000 scholarship the government had paid me to coax me out of the city. My girlfriend Natasha, sorry, my ex-girlfriend, wasn't going to join me. She'd never been west of Parramatta.

Sure we had a fight. I got drunk and she swore at me and called me all sorts of unladylike names. But it was pretty much over anyway. There wasn't much I could do about it, and to be honest, I'm kind of glad we ended it all. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

It was at least another three hours before the sun would set and at the speed I was travelling I'd be in Coolamein with enough time to get some dinner and check into the Federal Hotel.

Being the disorganised bastard that Natasha always called me, I'd left my appearance into town right up to the day before work began. It wasn't all my fault because the 'Department' had first told me I was heading to Bathurst. Bathurst was okay for Natasha as it had a university and about 30,000 more people than Coolamein. Plus, Bathurst was only two and a half hours from Sydney, not ten.

I find it hard to believe that people actually make a living on the land out here. I suppose the properties are so large that by virtue of the numbers grazed, somehow they scrape together enough money to send their kids off to pretentious private schools.

--- It was funny how the town suddenly sprung up from nowhere. The first sign of civilisation were, well, the signs. Coolamein BP Roadhouse, The Bridge Hotel, The Best Steaks in Town at The Wanderers Inn, The Best Chinese Restaurant in the Riverina. The best bloody everything.

The Federal Hotel wasn't hard to miss. There it was in all it's glory, a massive testimony to the happy days of large wool cheques and excessive alcohol consumption.

I eased the car into a spot outside the pub and as I switched off the ignition, I swear I heard the car sigh with relief.

I thought I was prepared for the heat, but even now, at seven o'clock in the evening, it was still scorching.

I grabbed my overnighter bag out of the back and locked the car. An elderly couple nodded hello as I stood on the footpath trying to get my bearings. There was no sign that said 'Accommodation' so I just entered the bar and was relieved to find that the air-conditioning was on blast chill.

Unfortunately the restaurant had a closed sign hanging from the cash register so I headed straight for the bar.

The barmaid was certainly a sight for sore eyes. She had shoulder length blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her figure was petite and she was nothing that I'd had expected from a country pub on a Sunday night.

Sitting at the bar was another girl, who although brunette, was almost as good looking as the barmaid.

I'd always known about Victorian pubs and their strange allegiance to Carlton Draught and this pub was no exception. The only two beers on tap were Carlton Draught and a light variant which I completely ignored.

The blonde smiled at me and with her head tilted slightly to the left she came over to me.

"Hi," she said, "What would you like?"

"A schooner of Carlton please," I said, like I'd been doing it for years.

"Oh," she said and looked back at her friend who just shrugged and smiled, "We don't have schooner glasses."

For a moment I thought that she must be kidding me but her friend answered the question I never got to ask.

"No pubs here have schooners," she said, "Although you're still in New South Wales, we're essentially Victorian."

"Well," I said smiling to her, "I suppose I'll have to have a middie then."

"There you go again," the brunette said, "You and your Sydney ways." She got up and moved over next to me.

"They're called pots here," she said, "Now ask Georgie for a pot of Carlton."

'Cheeky bitch' I thought, but I did as I was asked and after a fairly clumsy attempt at pouring a beer I was served a delightfully cold ale.

"I've only just begun working behind the bar," Georgie explained.

"Same here," the brunette said, "We've both just turned 18."

"I'm Julian," I said, "This is Georgie and you are?"

"Erin," she said.

"Thank you for correcting me in my errant ways," I said.

"Oooh fancy talk," Erin said, setting the tone for the next hour as we flirted and I poured pot after pot down my gullet.

Without any food in my stomach the beer was getting to me, so before continuing I excused myself and went in search of something solid. The girls suggested the oddly named Ocean View takeaway.

One hamburger and some chips later and I was back at the pub only to find another older woman had replaced Georgie, luckily for me the two girls were now in the pool room having a hit.

This lady was herself a stunningly tall blonde with a distinct nordic appearance.

"Ahh," she said as I sauntered up to the bar, "You must be Julian."

"Is it that obvious?" I said with a laugh.

"Well they did say you were handsome," it was her turn to laugh.

She placed a pot of beer in front of me and I watched as Erin, who was wearing a very short mini dress, leaned over the pool table.

"I'm Erika," she said to me, breaking my daydream of a naked Erin. "I'm the publican."

A female publican in a country town. Was that unusual? Maybe not.

"Did the girls show you your room?"

I answered in the negative and Erika just hung her head.

"They used to work in the kitchen, but now that they've turned 18 within a few days of each other, they're trying to be big bad barmaids," Erika said.

She pushed a tray of glasses back under the bar and walked right past another bloke who gesticulated for another beer, and subsequently physically slumped when he was overlooked. Entering the pool room the girls almost immediately stopped playing. With Erin smirking out the front, they came marching back into the bar.

"Sorry," Erin said, "But apparently we have to show you to your room."

"It's up the stairs and to your right," Georgie said, "It's not really that hard to find."

"Georgie!" Erika said sternly.

Georgie looked at me with a devilish look and said "Yes mum, I'll show him to his room."

The girls led the charge up the stairs and I had the pleasure of watching Erin's skirt ride higher and higher as she ascended. Georgie's skirt was somewhat longer but her firm arse poked delightfully out.

"So," Georgie said as she opened the door to my room, "What brings you to Coolamein anyway?"

I took in the aroma of stale cigarettes and lamb fat and flung my bag on the double bed. I noticed that like most old pubs, the toilets and showers needed to be shared.

"Work," I said. "Just work."

"Oh, okay," she said before the both of them went giggling back down the stairs.

I had a quick look around and all the other rooms were vacant, meaning that I at least would have a free run at the amenities. At the end of the corridor was another door which had 'Private' embossed in gold across it.

I couldn't help but saunter down towards the doorway and check the area out and also see if I could hear anything. From within the room I could barely detect the sound of a television broadcasting the cricket.

It was only early so I headed back down to the bar for a few more beverages and the chance to flirt with the girls.

They were back at the pool table and Erin was again leaning nicely over the table as she reached for the cue. I had to hold back the urge to slide my hand up under her skirt and rub her firm behind.

"You know I'll judge you depending on what music you pick." I said to Georgie as she entered a few songs into the jukebox.

"Will you now," she said as she flicked her hair back around her neck, "And I'll be judging you on absolutely everything else."

"Well." I said, "So that's how it's going to be then is it?"

"Are you up for a game?" Erin said as she nodded at the table. "Or scared you'll be judged?"

"You've got no chance," I said as I blew the dust off the cue stick. "Does the nudie run apply here in Coolamein?"

"What's that rule?" Georgie asked grinning.

"If you don't sink a ball you have to run naked around the bar."

"Well I don't think that mum would be too impressed if you went running around the bar," Georgie laughed.

"I reckon she might," Erin laughed. "She sure needs it."

"Hey," Georgie chided, "You leave mum alone."

I looked over at Erika who was chatting to someone on the phone. She was a fine piece of work.

"Surely your mum has a significant other?" I asked her.

"An other, yes," Georgie said, "Significant? I don't think so."

I didn't probe any further but by my estimation Erika was somewhere between 35 and 40 years old. The perfect age.

"So am I just playing Erin or both of you?"

"Seeing as how you're all manly and all," Georgie chuckled, "You have to play us both, seeing as how we're fair ladies and such."

"OK," I said, "But you both have to do the nudie run."

They looked at each other and laughed.

"Not much chance of that happening," Georgie said. "You can break."

"Certainly," I said as I chalked the end of my cue stick, "It's the least we can do seeing as how we'll all enjoy watching you two run around the bar in the nuddie."

My first shot of the evening set the tone for the remainder of the game. I miss hit the cue ball and skewed it off the triangle of balls which barely moved. The white ball slowly, and pathetically, rolled across to the corner of the table near the girls and dropped into the pocket.

Georgie must have nearly pissed herself laughing.

Erin pulled the ball out of the innards of the machine and proceeded to sink three balls in quick succession.

"Lucky start," I said trying to look unconcerned.

My next ball was almost as bad as my first and afterwards I rested my head on the side of the table.

"Don't be sad," Georgie said as she leant seductively over the table, "Your pain won't last long."

She was right. After she sunk two balls it was my turn and I sunk the black in the back right corner. The game was over and I hadn't sunk any of my balls. Nudie run time.

I looked at the old men at the bar and the two girls smiling expectantly at the other end and decided that my best tactic would be to renege on my agreement.

"I can't go doing a nudie run on my first night in town," I said, "I have a reputation to start and being known as the guy who did a nudie run on his first night in town is just ridiculous."

"I knew he wouldn't," Erin said, "No balls to show us I suppose."

Erika was watching us from the bar, and with a look of concern, she came over to us.

"He lost didn't he?" she said laughingly to Georgie.

"It was tragic," she said. "He sunk the black on his third go."

"Ah well," she said as she grabbed the cue sticks off the girls, "You've both been playing since you were about ten years of age, so I'd hope you would win."

"I think I've been hustled." I said.

"You girls didn't put money on this game did you?" she glared at them. "You know I don't allow it."

Being the noble man I am I came to their defence.

"There was no money involved," I said. "I just said that where I used to drink it was a rule that you had to do a nudie run if you don't sink a ball."

Erika looked me up and down, smiled, and said, "Well, it looks like all those gays at the bar are spared the temptation of watching a young lad like yourself flashing the tackle about."

"Off you go girls," she continued, "I'm closing."

I was surprised that there was no argument, but the girls were up to something, they were whispering to each other and Erin in particular was staring me down.

"Go," Erika said firmly and they turned and disappeared up the stairs.

She smiled, shook her head at me and said. "You can have one on the house."

As the bar emptied and Erika tidied up, I flicked through the local paper gleaning as much information as I could about the town that was going to be my home for the next two years.

I also got chatting with Erika who it seemed was looking for a stranger to dump on.

She told me all about how her husband, a former builder and local, had been diagnosed as bi-polar and had ran off to the USA. How he'd spent nearly all her families money before he split, and the battle to grab the ownership of the hotel during the divorce.

"I never planned on becoming a publican," she laughed derisively, "I'm an architect by trade, it's how I met Dave, but this was pretty much all that was left intact. He at least bought this outright and I've got it now."

I was about to ask about the private room upstairs but I didn't have to, she filled me in.

"So now Georgie and I live upstairs in a three bedroom flat that we are sharing for a few weeks with Erin and her older brother," she shrugged and answered all the questions that I'd been forming. "Erin's mum and dad broke up a while ago and both left town, so while they're looking for somewhere cheap to live, I'm letting them stay here."

"How magnanimous of you," I drunkenly exclaimed. "How old is the brother?"

She looked in the distance as if searching for the answer written on a far wall. "Not sure, about twenty, twenty two."

My eighth or ninth beer, I'd lost count, tasted as good as the first and as I drained my final pot and slowly dropped it back on the bar, I was ready to hit the sack.

"Thanks for everything," I slid off the stool, checked my wallet and steadied myself before heading up the century old stairs.

"I'll see you in the morning for breakfast," Erika called out, "You're my only guest so I'll make it special."

"A country breakfast will go down a treat," I called out from the top of the stairs thankful that I'd chosen this pub as my residence while I searched for a house.

Since the girls had been shooed out of the bar the noise coming from the private room had increased. Some unrecognisable beat was thrumming down the corridor but I knew that Erika would take charge as soon as she was finished locking up. Erika just had that ‘Don't fuck with me,' aura about her. Maybe that comes from running a pub.

I checked my phone for any last minute messages and as the room was still fairly warm, I decided to have a quick shower before crashing out. I gathered up my towel and a pair of boxers before heading to the shower.

"Don't worry about the noises in the pipes," Erika had finished locking up and was walking behind me. "They're just old."

"Right," I said slightly startled at her appearance. "I'll make sure that, I'm not worried." She giggled at my awkwardness and gave me a quick up and down glance as I entered the bathroom. As she passed I watched her finely shaped arse motion down the hall. Like her daughter, I couldn't help but imagine her naked.

The bathroom was nothing to write home about. A cracked mirror sat above the pink stained sink and the shower sat behind a fading plastic lilac coloured curtain. An old timber chair sat in the corner next to the towel rack and I tossed all my clothes on it as I disrobed. Erika was right about the noise. It shook the entire wall as the pipes screamed in disapproval at being made to expand. I was about to pity the poor bastard in the room next door but remembered that I was alone.

No matter what I did to the taps the noise continued, but I soon came to ignore it as the water washed away the day's sweat. I soaped up and with images of a naked Erika on my mind I started to get a hard-on. I was three-quarters hard when something occurred that changed the air-pressure dynamic in the room.

The lilac curtain blew forward and the cold disconcerting plastic slapped itself up against my legs.

"Fuck," I said out loud as I peeled the clammy curtain off me. It was then that I noticed human movement through the opaque plastic. With one hand covering my swelling genitalia I whipped back to discover who had opened the bathroom door.

""Hello," Georgie said as she stared down at my hand. Erin, smiling large, was standing behind her and just waved.

"Jesus girls," I said and pulled the curtain back in front of myself. "What's going on?"

Georgie moved forward and grabbed on to the curtain. She slid her hand down the curtain until it was level with my groin. "Erin here reckons that your cock is pretty big."

"What?" I was truly shocked, "How? What are you on about?" I pushed Georgie's hand away and the curtain fell forward. I tried to stretch it from side to side but I was trapped naked between the curtain and my clothes. Although they could have easily pulled the curtain back they took a different tactic.

I stood behind the curtain trying to decipher the blur of action and the cackle of giggling on the other side when a pair of pink lace panties were flung over the rusting steel rod. The smell of women hit my olfactories and my cock twitched further as the reality of the girls getting undressed came to pass.

Between myself and the pleasure of two young ladies was a thin piece of $20 plastic. I was truly torn as to what to do. I was still smarting from my break up with Natasha and wasn't looking for a relationship. Mind you, it was obvious that neither were the girls. A bra sailed over the shower curtain and swirled around in the eddying water at my feet. I cut off the shower and made my decision.

Here were two extremely hot and horny teenage girls clearly ready to fuck. What a way to start my new country life.

Just in case it was some sort of trap I cautiously peeled back the curtain and peeked out.

"Hello again," Erin, who was now completely naked, said. Behind her wearing only a bra and panties was the blonde Georgie. My cock filled with desire and as I feasted my eyes on Erin's firm tits and trimmed pussy, I took a hold of the situation, so to speak.

I whipped the curtain back, and still wet from the shower, stepped out onto the tiles. Trying to look cool and collected I went to step towards them but nearly ended on my arse as the water had made the floor tiles somewhat treacherous.

"Careful there," Georgie reached around Erin and squeezed her delightful boobs. "You don't want to miss out on any of this." She then glided her hands down to Erin's pussy. Erin turned her head to Georgie and the two began kissing as I reached out and took Erin's fine tits in my hand.

"Fucking hell," I moaned as they both grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Erin had a look of sheer lust and desire as she began to kiss and lick my chest as if it was coated in some form of essential mineral. Then she began to bend over from the waist and my cock bounced up in anticipation of being sucked into her horny young mouth.

More of Georgie was revealed as Erin bent forward and like Erin, she had not an ounce of fat on her trim, tight physique. She was gently holding onto Erin's hair as she leant forward, as if she was a counterweight.

"Suck his cock," she then looked up and with her eyes burning into me she said, "Fuck her mouth, fuck her face." Georgie was no angel.

I did as I was told though and grabbing my cock I fed it into Erin's willing mouth.

The warmth that I felt around my knob was beyond delightful and Erin was a master of the tongue. With Georgie supporting her with her hair, Erin was able to grab my cock and tug on it as she sucked and licked my bell end. Georgie began to finger Erin's pussy causing Erin to moan wondrously as she filled her mouth with my cock. The vibrato effect around my prick almost had me cumming, so I needed to slow things down a touch.

"Get undressed," I ordered Georgie, "Show me what you've got."

Erin dropped to her knees and pulled her hair back. What a sight that was. One young petite brunette on her knees, her pert breasts poking out and a glob of spittle hanging from her chin, wanking and adoring my cock. Georgie unclipped her bra and revealed her young round boobs that had tiny nipples that instantly became erect. I reached forward and grabbed a hold of one of the nicest tits I'd ever fondled. Georgie hooked her thumbs under her panties, and with a look of complete mischief, slid them down her slender thighs.

For the first time in my life I not only had two sensational young ladies naked in front of me, but one had waxed her pussy bare of any hair. I immediately slid my hand down her firm stomach and I could feel her shiver slightly as I did so. She cocked her right leg up on the chair and I glided my hand down to her silky smooth snatch. My God did that pussy feel good.

Then Erin did something unexpected and let go of my cock. It stood out at 90 degrees and brushed against her hair as she spun towards an expectant Georgie.

"I've taught you well," she said "Lick my pussy you little slut."

I was constantly being amazed at what was happening around me. Here were two gorgeous girls, that looked quite innocent at first, acting like a pair of hookers. I liked it.

Georgie held the back of Erin's head and moaned out loudly as her tongue slid over her clit. I could swear her pert little boobs hardened up as the connection between her clitoris and her tits came alive.

With my cock in my hand I slowly stroked it as I watched these two experts hard at work. I was about to kneel down behind Erin and start fucking her but I thought we may as well go somewhere comfortable.

"Okay girls," I took Georgie by the hand and pulled her towards myself and she elegantly spun her leg over Erin's head. Erin just sat back on her haunches waiting, it seemed, for instructions.

I couldn't help but finger Georgie's, even wetter now pussy, as I spoke. "Let's go to my room. It's a bit more comfortable there."

Erin reached up, grabbed my cock and gently pulled on it. "I can't wait to fuck that hard prick," she said and gave it a quick lick.

We gathered up our gear and with a quick glance down the corridor towards the private residence, we scampered back to my room.

Georgie was the first in the room and she threw herself onto my bed, knocking my bag onto the floor. She spread her thin legs apart and ran her fingers down to her open, perfect pussy. "Lick me some more, Erin," she demanded. Obediently Erin crawled across the bed and glided her experienced tongue up the length of Georgie's naked pussy. Georgie threw her head back in delight and began squeezing her nipples as she rolled her hips off the mattress.

With Georgie writhing and moaning in pleasure and Erin on all fours, I had to make a choice, Georgie's mouth or Erin's pussy. It wasn't an easy decision to make.

"Eeny, meeny, miney, mo," I said pointing at them both.

"Fucky, wucky, me," Erin laughed between tongue lashing Georgie.

I had to agree, her pussy was looking simply divine. Her arse was perfection. Two white, soft pillows of joy, framing a slit that was moist with anticipation. I could see myself in the mirror of the dresser and I would have high-fived myself if my reflection were to come to life. I'd never looked so happy as I did when I slowly edged my cock into Erin's young, horny cunt.

"Oh fuck yeah," she delightfully moaned as I withdrew and plowed back into the hilt. My hot heavy balls swung hard as I pistoned into the writhing teen. She'd stopped licking Georgie and was simply rubbing her forehead against her pussy as I thrust into her. Georgie wasn't keen on that so with one fluid movement she spun herself around so that her face lay below our mashing genitalia.

How I didn't blast a load into Erin right at that moment, I don't know. When the young blonde Georgie sucked my balls, I was in a state of euphoria so powerful that no drug could equal.

"Oh my god," I cried out, "Slow down there girl."

Doubtless Georgie was wanting to be fucked as well so she diverted her attention towards Erin's clitoris. Jolt like waves shook Erin's body as Georgie pleasured her with her flicking tongue. My balls were scraping against Georgie's face as they swung like a pendulum and I deliberately dropped them down over her eyes.

Erin dived back down and began slurping, and with a drop onto her left elbow, began fingering Georgie's bare pussy. I'd never fucked a bald pussy before and there was no way that tonight I was going to miss out. To allay the increasing urge to orgasm I pulled my cock out of the delightful Erin and slid my thickly coated cock into Georgie's mouth.

It didn't help much, well maybe just a little, because Georgie was also an accomplished cock sucker. Georgie grabbed my cock and began rubbing Erin's clit as she licked the underside of my bell end. It was a big mistake on my part because all those glorious slippery sensations were shrinking both my scrotal sack and my capacity to withhold the desire to let loose with some sticky masculine effluvia.

I had no option but to withdraw from action and think of something completely unappealing. Margaret Thatcher, Mother Theresa, anything that would stop me from ejaculating over the two naked eighteen year olds on the bed in front of me.

Luckily for me they seemed quite happy licking and fingering each other's pussies and all I needed to do was sit back and try to curtail my impending orgasm.

"Bring that back here," the upturned blonde Georgie said, "Fuck this little cunt some more."

I wasn't going to have any of that though, not because I didn't like that delightful tight twat, I just wanted to make sure I got to sample some of Georgie's shaven goodness. "I'll get back to that," I moved around to the other side of the bed, "In just one minute."

Erin immediately took my cock in her hand and pulled it to her mouth. I let her, of course. Her warm mouth enveloped my cock and her tongue rolled around it sending shivers through my body.

With a final spit across my shaft Erin slid her hand down my cock and pointed it at Georgie's slick mick. "It's time," she said.

Georgie flung her knees back as if they'd been taken like a spinnaker in the wind. Although the temptation to lick her out was intense, especially when Erin reached down and spread Georgies lips apart for me, it would have been rude not to fuck her. I grabbed the pillow and tucked it under Georgie's arse and rested my cock up against her swollen, hairless labia. Erin once more gathered up a mouthful of spit and drooled it down along my knob and down onto Georgie's clitoris.

I inserted my knob into Georgie's pussy and just held it there as Erin rubbed Georgie's clitoris and my shaft. "Fuck me," Georgie urged, "Come on, fuck me." I leant forward and slid my cock in to the hilt.

"Good lord," Georgie cried "Oh fuck that's good."

Erin sat back up and I revelled at her sweet tight body and her pert tits. She ground her cunt down on Georgie's face partly for her own enjoyment, and I think also, to quieten her down. Erin squeezed her own tits with one hand and pinched Georgie's nipples with the other as she gazed down watching my slick coated cock slide in and out, in and out. Georgie wrapped her legs around me pulling me in closer, getting as much of my cock in as she possibly could.

Erin fell forward and began once more to rub both Georgie's clitoris and my shaft. I deliberately popped my cock out of Georgies sweet cunt knowing that Erin would suck it straight into her mouth. That, however, was my undoing. As soon as she had it in her mouth, she had my balls in her hand squeezing them as she spun that talented tongue around my bell end.

"Wait," I urgently declared, "Not yet." I semi reluctantly removed my cock from her tender grip and plunged it back into Georgie's warm sheath. Erin though had that mischievous look on her face that just read, ‘I'm going to make you cum.' And cum I did.

Erin scooped up my ball bag in her right hand and supporting herself on her left began a concerted attack on Georgie's ‘man in the boat'. I was travelling alright up until the moment when Georgie hollered a muffled scream into Erin's pussy and began gyrating and twitching as an orgasm shook her body.

I had no chance of surviving that so I shot my first barrage fair into her pussy before I pulled out and sent forth a rope of manly goodness across Erin's smiling face.

"Oh good God," I wept as my body twitched and flinched like some demented sex marionette. Cum shot into Erin's mouth and she just let it drool out onto Georgie's flooding vagina. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," was as eloquent as I got. I wanted to act and look like some suave sex god; an Eros amongst mere mortals, but there I was shaking and quivering like I'd had a brain embolism.

"That," Georgie said as she sat up to look at me, "was fucking amazing. Now I know what it's like to really cum." I blinked a few times and looked down at her twisted, tight torso.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "That's not the first time you've cum is it?"

Erin rolled off Georgie and lay down next to her. With her face speckled with my cum, Erin turned Georgie's head to her and the two joined tongue in a soft wet kiss. With a bridge of cum/spit hanging between them Georgie eyeballed me and said, "I've had little tremors before, but nothing like that. That was fucking brilliant."

"I told you he'd be good," Erin said to her.

"What?" I said somewhat abashed, "You two thought I'd be good in the sack? That's a first for me too."

In all seriousness Erin said, "It's that air of desperation that surrounds you."

"Desperate?" I asked "I'm not desperate." Erin rolled off the bed and came around to my side. "That's a double edged compliment if ever I've heard one, bordering on the abusive even."

That sexy, cheeky look was back and she reached down to my semi-hard cock. "Really?" she said, "So you don't want to ever do this again?"

Suddenly ELO's ‘Evil Woman' began playing in my mind's iPod and I nearly began singing it out loud, but I thought better of it. She brushed her pert nipples up against my arm and cupped my empty balls in her hand. Despite my concerns I knew damn well I'd be back tupping these young lasses in the morrow.

"I never said that," I ran my hand along Georgie's inner thigh up to her quim, but she closed her legs and twisted herself off the bed.

"Good," Erin let go of my cock and slapped me on the arse. They gathered up their belongings and dressed as I rolled over and knelt, as if in prayer, on the bed.

"Tomorrow then," Erin stated. I'd almost expected her to wink and throw money at me. All I could do was simply salute them both as they quietly opened the door and snuck back out into the corridor. The girls, for whatever reason, left the door slightly ajar. I intended to lean over and slam it shut but the cool breeze it created was welcome and besides I was so exhausted my body refused to cooperate.

Normally I'd complete the routine ablutions, have a piss, brush my teeth, set the alarm etc but tonight Mr Nod smacked me firmly down into the mattress.

CHAPTER TWO

Dreams? I had none. None that I remembered anyway because as the sun broke through the window, and it broke through hard, all I could do was check, double-check and then triple-check my reality.

Strange room in Coolamein. Check.

Filthy headache. Check.

Birdcage mouth. Check.

That ‘I just fucked two hot chicks feeling.' Check.

Even in my most lucid dreaming states, they don't end like this. They usually climax in the bizarre; a melting Daliesque landscape of dancing wolves and hybrid beasts.

This, for sure, was real. For starters, I was still naked, and sleeping in the nude is something that I rarely ever do. I also had a skin splitting erection. It was one of those erections that if it were socially acceptable to do so, you'd take it out on the street and show everyone.

"Look at this whopper!" I'd say to an appreciative throng.

"Nice job mate," they'd chime back and follow with thunderous applause.

Alas though I was in a rapidly warming room, with a dizzying hangover, in a stinking hot town and I had an hour to get to work. I kicked my sheet back and took a hold of my erect monster and was almost about to contemplate a nice wank when I heard a noise near the door.

It wasn't much of a noise, just a gentle rustle of clothing and the sharp intake of breath. I wasn't a hundred percent sure it was a female noise, but considering that I was the only guest and the only other people were Erin and her brother, Georgie and Erika, I assumed that it was.

After the night before I was feeling a touch unstoppable, so rather than try to cover up I decided to invite the onlooker in. I, quite comically I think, aimed my knob end at the door and while shaking it said, "Would you like to join me?"

Suddenly there was a flurry of activity and the sound of something hitting the floor. I leapt out of bed and tried to find my clothes and I remembered that I'd left them in the bathroom. As I came around into the hallway there was a pile of my clothes jammed up against the open door.

Still naked, but with my hands covering my slowly receding erection, I boldly stood out in the corridor looking for whoever had just left a softly scented trail in the air. I could see and hear nothing, but that familiar fragrance, a smell I recognised but couldn't place, haunted me.

I kicked my clothes into the room and grabbed a dry towel off the dresser before heading back to the shower. The first thing I noticed was that someone had used the bathroom only moments earlier. A wall of steam greeted me and once more there was that perfumed aroma that made me uneasy. Someone had had a shower and gathered up my clothes. I'd been hoping that it was Erika that was at the doorway, but it seemed unlikely. Why would she shower in this bathroom when she has one of her own?

As I tied my towel around my waist I noticed a crumpled box in the waste container. I immediately recognised not only the box, but the lingering perfume that had once been inside it. A few years earlier Natasha had bought me a bottle of Tommy aftershave as our first anniversary gift. I hated it. I really hated it. But she insisted that I wear it and I ended up slowly pouring a little bit each time I used it, down the sink.

The reality that a man, most likely Erin's brother who I'd never met, had been watching me jerk off, sent a cold sharp shiver down my spine.

"Fucking hell Julian," I said to my reflection in the cracked mirror, "You invited a man into your room as you had a wank. You dickhead. Lucky for you he took off."

With my towel wrapped around my waist and a weighty feeling in my stomach I headed back to my room only to find Erika standing at the door.

"Well hello," she said as she took a slow look up and down.

"Bloody hell, sorry," I scampered down the corridor and she took a step back out of the way.

"I just wanted to make sure you're up," she smiled. "How do you want your eggs, fried, poached or scrambled?"

Although I preferred poached for the lack of oils, I was feeling somehow vulnerable, as if I'd reached the top of the pinnacle last night and now I was barrelling down the other side.

"Fried," I quickly answered as I stepped into my room, "Give me the grease."

"It'll be ready in five," she said, "I have everything else ready."

"Cheers," I said as I closed the door to my room, "I'll be there in a jiffy."

I really found it hard to focus on preparing for my premier day at my first full-time job. Images of Erin and Georgie, and of Erika, mixed with the possibility that a man had been watching me jerk off, compounded and clouded my thoughts.

My head was all over the place. I needed the caffeine, surety and distraction of breakfast, and I wasn't disappointed. The plate was brimming with sausage, tomato, beans, bacon, eggs and thick slices of heavily buttered white bread. I was in breakfast heaven being served by an angel.

Erika wore an apron tied neatly across the front of a short skirt. A skirt that not only emphasised her sensational legs, but highlighted her nicely defined backside. A tank top barely covered her breasts and a floral bra beneath shone through the webbed white material. The similarities between herself and Georgie were intense. It was almost as if I'd entered a time machine and skipped twenty years into the future.

Just as I wiped my last bit of toast across a golden smear of egg yolk, Erika sidled up to me with a pot of boiling water and topped up my tea pot.

"I never asked you last night where you're working?" she asked.

I sipped on my tea and sat back in the chair like an overfed roman emperor. "At the high school," I said, "English department."

For whatever reason, this made Erika stand up straight and smile like some insane person.

"Well," she said, "I'm sure you'll find it very interesting."

"Well it's a pupil free day today, just get to meet everyone and get settled."

"As I said," Erika leant forward and picked up my plate and I couldn't help but eye her cleavage. "You enjoy today and I'll see you this afternoon. You'll be glad to know that the restaurant will be open tonight for dinner, the girls will be on waitress duty."

I really, really tried not to smile, but it broke through and fortunately for me, Erika had spun on her heels and taken off back to the kitchen.

I topped up my tea for the final time and took on the atmosphere of the dining room. In the air clung the greasy odour of thousands of cooked meals mixed with stale beer. The ornate pressed iron ceiling was covered in a faint yellow hue and the dark burgundy curtains looked stiff and dusty as if they'd never been opened. The axminster carpet had distinct paths turning through the chairs and tables and near the register it was bare in patches.

I had twenty minutes to get to school so I checked the location on my phone and decided that it was close enough to walk. I called out goodbye to Erika but there was no answer so I bolted upstairs, shoved a few items into my pack and headed outside. It was only 8:15 but it was already warmer than I liked. Stupidly I realised that my car, complete with my life's belongings was still parked out the front.

I had no choice but to drive to work and decide later where to park the car. My trusty Subaru sparked to life and I took the opportunity of the 15 minutes that I had to take a quick trip around town. I was pleasantly surprised by how the town looked. Tree lined streets provided shelter from the sun and a duck filled lagoon sat in the middle of a very appealing park. An old church had been converted into a theatre/art space and the street had become alive with vans, vendors and chairs being placed on the footpath.

Coolamein didn't seem to bad at all. I navigated towards the school and reversed the car into the final space at the end of the block.

I tucked my shirt in, gathered my pack and nodded at an older overweight bloke who was walking towards the school. As I passed a small VW Golf the occupant, an attractive lady in her late thirties with long black curly hair, hopped out of the car and waved to me.

"Hi there," she said, "Welcome." Taken by her good looks I replied with a simple hello and a cliched comment on the weather.

"It's a bit warm," was all I could muster.

"It'll get worse," she said, "I'm Sharon by the way."

"Julian." She held out her hand and we shook.

"Ahhh," she said, "the new boy in our department."

"You're in English?" I said with maybe a bit too much cheer. "Excellent, you can show me the ropes."

"Not a problem at all," Sharon said, "Just follow me."

I was happy to, Sharon, although petite, cut a fine figure. We didn't speak as we headed towards the staff room and I absorbed as much detail of the buildings as I could. Student artworks were scattered around the hallways and the heavy oppression of a room that had been closed up for six weeks hit me. I was surprised to see two male students, in full uniform, walking past a window.

The English staff room was full of activity as the teachers all gathered up their folders and notebooks. Only two of them, both female, looked at me. That was until Sharon spoke up.

"Everyone," she said as she dumped her bags on the table in the middle of the room. "Welcome back," I wasn't sure, but I think that Sharon was the Head Teacher. "This young man here, is Julian, Tom's replacement." The five other staff members all took turns shaking my hand and introducing themselves. I immediately forgot all their names except for another brunette named Kathy. Kathy was a touch too skinny for me, but she had really sexy eyes and deep red lips.

"Let's get going down for the meet and greet," Sharon said.

"Are you the Head Teacher?" I asked.

"Temporary head, yes," she replied, "The permanent is away on leave."

"Right, a bit of an extended holiday then?" It was the wrong thing to ask.

"No," Sharon said. "She's pregnant, and because it's probably better that you know now rather than finding out from someone else, or just saying something stupid, her husband has left her because the baby is actually Tom's, the man you're replacing. Tom's also taken off because he's married and is trying to save his marriage. So now she's living with her two other kids at her mother's, and her mother is slowly slipping into dementia."

I felt like a total dick. "Right, that was stupid," I said and tried to change the subject. "Which desk is mine?"

"The cursed one here," Kathy said and everyone laughed. "At least that's what we like to call it."

I could say nothing but thank you, and I think it was a wise decision.

As soon as I placed my bag on my chair though, we all had to head down to the hall for the welcome speech by the principal.

The hall was identical to every other public school hall I'd ever seen. Pale yellow bricks, grey painted doors, retractable basketball hoop etc, etc.

At that point I was feeling fine. Apart from being the dubious recipient of the doomed chair, all was pretty good. I'd had a magnificent shag, a great breakfast, the town was nice and the English staff all seemed approachable.

The hall was fairly well packed with teachers, some who'd come from other towns in the region. I was sitting alongside my English compatriots when the Principal, named Gavin, took the podium and began the usual welcome speech.

I was mindlessly flicking through some paperwork when Gavin's speech took my attention.

"As is the tradition here at Coolamein High School, we have quite a few new teachers to welcome and be shown the way around the school. Could I get the two captains and the vice-captains to come to the stage please."

It was at that moment, as soon as I saw the two girls and the two boys stand up, that the pinnacle that I had been tumbling down earlier in the day, reappeared, this time with jagged edges, fire breathing dragons and a deep sense of doom. The cursed chair had already cast its spell. For when the girls stood up, I recognised Erin and Georgie before they'd even turned around.

I couldn't believe that I'd fucked the girl's captain and girl's vice captain the night before. As they swaggered up onto the stage all I could do was remember how fucking hot they'd been only hours earlier. That great feeling though oscillated with my intense unease and fear that I was now breaking all the rules regarding teacher/student relations.

Emotions and thoughts swirled in my cerebral cortex. I was devastated that I couldn't fuck them again, but oh so glad that I had. I wanted to tell all the blokes about how I'd fucked these two hot girls, but now couldn't. Technically my contract with the department only started today, but no one will even be worried about that if word gets out.

That left me worrying what the girls would do, would they brag to their friends or try to blackmail me? Erin in particular concerned me the most. Her demeanour after our session only ten hours earlier, her insistence that it wouldn't be the last time, again left me excited, and fearful.

I used the head of the person in front of me to shield my face as I slumped back in my chair, hoping that they wouldn't spot me amongst the many. The summer Coolamein girl's school uniform was a short grey check skirt, white blouse, long white socks and black shoes. The girls wore it well. I was safely obscured from the two vixens and I thought I'd have time to procure my thoughts, develop a plan of action. It wasn't to be.

"Now if all the new high school teachers could stand and come up to the stage," Gavin said, "the students will take them for a quick tour before we settle down for our first session."

Suddenly all I could feel, was fear. Fight or flight, they say, are our two responses to situations like this. I have a third; don't move and pretend that you're invisible. It doesn't work.

I felt as though my ankles had sprouted roots and were now tightly attached to a boulder sitting below the hall floor. I was just staring at the days workshops, trying to look as though I hadn't heard anything, attempting to look like an ignorant fool.

"Julian," Sharon called out, "Wakey, wakey, don't be shy, up you go."

I had no choice but to face the grim reality that I had to get up out of the safety of my seat and take the long, long walk up to the stage. What made it worse was that due to my reluctance to stand, I was now the final, and most obvious new teacher to rise. I deliberately avoided eye-contact with anyone at all on the stage, but out of the corner of my eye I could see Erin and Georgie staring straight at me.

When I rounded the stage and finally climbed the precipice to the top of the hangman's gantry, I was greeted by Gavin who asked "And you are?"

"Julian," I said "Julian Horneman"

I was now right next to the two smiling assassins Erin and Georgie, and I somehow gathered up the courage to look at them. It was Erin who gave me the micro expression of delight. It was only for a fraction of a second, but a lewd smile flicked at me like a camera's flash. I could feel myself begin to shake in sheer terror at being up on stage.

Gavin returned to the microphone and began our introduction to all and sundry. There were five of us new teachers, three ladies, myself and an overweight and more nervous, if that was even possible, fellow called Pete.

As for the ladies, none were offensive, but neither of them were drop dead gorgeous either.

"Just a reminder also for everyone here in Coolamein," Gavin said, "that the welcome barbecue, for all new teachers, primary and secondary, is on tonight, as always, out at Sharon and Marcus's house out on Billabong Road." Sharon stood up and waved her hand.

Perfect. A valid reason not to be at the pub tonight. As much as I wanted to fuck those two gorgeous girls again, I had too much at stake. Fraternising with students is just calamitous if you're ever discovered. You get stood down, you're put under investigation by the toe-cutters at the department, who everyone knows, favours the stories told by the pupils over the teacher.

As we stood up on the stage, and keeping a slight eye on Georgie and Erin, I formulated a quick plan of escape.

Firstly I had to move out of the pub immediately and find somewhere else to live. In fact, I had to avoid the pub as much as I could. I had to completely avoid all contact with them at school and just hope to God that they weren't in any of my classes.

"Okay you five," Gavin said, "After a quick look around your first training session is to get email setup on the network, learn all the IT protocols etc, etc, so we'll see you back here for morning tea."

I was the first off the stage and welcomed the blast of warm air that greeted us as we exited. Trailing well behind, and whispering conspiratorially, Erin and Georgie though quickly sped up and took control of proceedings. I was powerless to stop them.

"I think that we should split up," Georgie said, "We'll take the two men for a tour, and you two take the ladies." Erin gave the boy's captain a stern, affirmative look, "Good idea?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"Sure," the lanky, spotty youth said. "Sound's good." This boy, like me, was in lust with Erin. He'd do anything to impress her.

I have to admit that the girls were professional in how they conducted the tour. There was no indication whatsoever that we'd even met before. They called me Mr Horneman, although Erin did say Horn Man rather than Hor-neh-man. No doubt Hornyman was soon to be used. Their executive style was in play right up until we entered one of the science classrooms.

Peter the fat man was in front and Georgie followed him in, just as we'd done a number of times earlier. This time however Erin stopped suddenly at the doorway, causing me to crash into her. I could smell her skin, her hair, her feral sexuality. With a swift movement she reached down and grabbed me on the crotch. I coughed in shock and spun around towards the windows on the opposite side of the hall. Erin didn't follow me but rather went into the room, leaving me to stew over what had happened.

That contact, although brief, had done it's trick. I was consumed once more with a desire so raw, so intense that rational thought began to flow out of my head-brain, down to my dick-brain where it was converted into a semi-hard erection.

I placed my folder over my swelling loins, an action that both the girls noticed and grinned at.

Of course it was Erin who set the ball rolling. She turned to Peter and asked him what faculty he was in and when he said Maths, she turned to me asked me the same question.

"English," I stammered.

"Well there's not much time and no real point in showing you both faculties in detail, so I'll take Mr Horneman to English and the library, while Georgie gives Mr Anderson a tour of the Maths faculty." Erin said, "Then we'll show them all the other important areas, like the canteen, before we head back."

I felt like a gazelle being isolated from the herd, but my teaching compatriot liked the idea.

"English is the natural enemy of the Maths faculty," he said without a touch of humour.

I wanted to call him a dumb fat cunt but self-control was slowly returning. I could handle this. Despite my reservations of being alone with Erin, I was going to take control. Resisting temptation is one of my failings that I was determined to correct. From too much booze and illicit substances to a laissez-faire attitude to sexual congress, during my tenure in Coolamein, I was going to change.

Okay last night was a weak moment, but that was all going to change. Natasha was right about two things. I had to grow up, and settle down.

"No worries," I may have said a bit too enthusiastically, "Math's rooms are a drab affair at the best of times."

Peter just scoffed ever so gently and away he toddled with Georgie a good distance away from him.

As soon as they were around the corner I grabbed Erin and dragged her back into the room and slammed the door shut.

"What the fuck are you two up to?" I whispered loudly.

Erin just smiled and walked over to the teacher's desk. "What are we up too?" She flashed me a smile, "You're the one who fucked two students last night."

"I had no fucking idea you were both students," I checked out the door window for any signs of life.

"And we had no fucking idea that you were a teacher," she said, "You weren't exactly forthcoming with the information last night, in fact," she hopped up on the desk causing her skirt to rise up. I felt that familiar twinge in my loins, "I would go as far as saying that you deliberately kept us in the dark."

"Oh fuck off," I couldn't stop looking at her legs and she knew it because she slowly began scissoring them apart and closed again. "That blackmailing shit won't work. You two organised the whole thing. It was like you did it all the time, just like the pool game. And what was with that sly grope before?"

Suddenly her demeanour changed, she went from flirt to hurt in a millisecond. She tilted her head to the side and I could swear her eyes began to water up. "Are you saying that Georgie and I just go around fucking anybody? Is that who you think we are, the town sluts?"

I was silenced.

"You were our first threesome and this is how you thank us?" she continued, "You had the time of your life last night and so did we."

"I know," I had to smile, she was right, I did. Just thinking of it sent a surge of blood to my loins. Without thinking about the signal it sent, I moved my hand to my groin to slightly adjust myself. Erin, of course, noticed my hand move and the sorrow turned to a smile.

"See," she was smouldering again. "You loved fucking us last night. We'd been talking about having a threesome for ages. You were just in the right place at the right time."

Her language seemed forced, rehearsed even, but I stayed silent.

"Georgie and I," she continued, "We like to try new things, always have done." She was talking like a woman twice her age. "It was a lot, a lot nastier than we thought it would be." She drew the word nastier out nice and slow. "We barely slept last night, we thought you were just some consultant or a salesman, that you'd be gone in a few days. It's why we chose you. We couldn't stop talking about it. Georgie wanted to go back."

"Shut up Erin." I was in turmoil. That sexy as fuck little slut was taunting me, she knew my weaknesses already. I just wanted to go over there, pull her panties off down to her knees, bend her over the table and fuck her good and hard, leaving nothing but a load of jism in her sweet young cunt.

Erin eyed me down and hopped off the table. With that delicious sexy swagger she sauntered up to me. I was frozen in space and time. Those seconds that she walked towards me, smiling and staring at my crutch, seemed like hours. I had ample time to react, to think about the consequences. I clutched the door handle in preparation for a rapid exit, but I need not have worried.

Erin stopped right in front of me and looked down at my swelling groin. "You better tame that beast Mr Hornyman," there it was, it had only taken an hour and I was Mr Hornyman already. "You can't go walking around school with that poking out."

I could have said ‘Well why don't you drop to your knees and just suck me off and I'll empty my balls down your dirty throat' which, if I'm honest, is what I really wanted. However I placed my folder back across my groin and said, "Well don't go rubbing it whenever we meet. You know we can't go doing anything again. It breaks all the rules."

Erin actually scoffed at the suggestion. It was a real grunt out of her nose combined with a look of what could only be described as a mix of pity and disdain.

"You have a lot to learn about living in the country don't you?" Erin didn't give me a chance to answer. "You probably think that everyone's conservative and religious, right?"

I didn't say a word, but Erin was right, that was exactly what I thought.

"Students fuck each other, teachers fuck each other, students fuck teachers, teachers fuck doctors, men fuck other men, women fuck other women and wife swapping parties are going on all the time. That's what happened to my mum and dad you know, they took off with people they met."

I was shocked. Not so much about them taking off, more that she both knew about it, and was so casual in telling me.

"Everyone's bored," she continued as we re-entered the hallway, "People get drunk, get stoned, get nude and fuck."

In the background we could hear footsteps coming down the hall and Erin immediately changed into the respectable school guide.

"And this here," she opened a door revealing a room full of books, "Is the English book room."

"My favourite room," Sharon said as she came into view, "It needs a tidy up, but it's my favourite place. Hello Erin."

"Hi Miss," Erin cheerily said, "Did you have a good break?"

"They're never long enough, but yes, we had a tremendous time. I have your money for you too." My quizzical look forced Sharon to explain. "Erin looked after the dogs and the house while we were away."

"Right," I said, "Good idea."

"Have you shown Mr Horneman his room?" Sharon asked Erin, "It's Mr Hulm's old room."

"I get a cursed classroom as well as his chair?" I asked.

"Only the chair is cursed," Sharon said. "Erin, take Mr Horneman to his classroom and come immediately back here please. Mr Horneman if you could turn wait for me in the room I'll be with you as soon as I fix Erin up."

As we walked down the corridor towards my classroom, Erin was that professional student again, that was until we reached the door that is.

"Wow," she said as she swung the door open, "You should have seen some of the things we found at their house when we were minding it."

"What?" At that point I was more interested in looking around my room than I was in Sharon.

"Heaps of DVD's and sex toys were up in a box in a cupboard."

"You what?" I was genuinely surprised and a little bit concerned. "You found sex toys and DVD's in a box, right, tucked away in a cupboard?"

"Yeah," Erin wasn't at all worried about it. I was about to launch into a tirade about how deliberately searching for material like that breaches all sorts of privacy and ethical issues, but I figured I'd leave it for now.

"That is just so wrong on so many levels," I held the door open for her. "I'm not going to listen to this anymore. Off you go."

"Don't you want to know what your workmates are like?" she asked, "What sort of things they're into?" She came right up to me and I instinctively dropped my folder down to my groin once more.

"No," I said. "And nor should you."

"Well," she said, "I reckon you'll find out soon enough anyway, just like Mr Hulm did."

Now I was interested, she was an evil girl. "What happened there?" I said a little bit too eagerly.

Erin looked down the corridor and turned back towards me, "Sorry Mr Hornyman, I have to get back to Mrs Arnold, immediately."

"Go then," I said "I imagine I'll find out soon enough."

"Catch you tonight then," she said with a wink.

"No you won't," I said. Erin smiled wryly and turned towards me. "I'll be at the new teachers barbecue."

"And miss out on this?" Erin then quickly turned away from me and lifted her tartan skirt. Her white panties clad her perfectly shaped arse. God only knows how much I wanted to fuck her again.

"Begone vile temptress," I whispered, "Begone."

As I watched her fine form sashay down the corridor my mind flitted back to the night before. The raw unabashed sexuality of the girls had no doubt been a highlight of my life, this mornings shock revelation, one of the lows. All I knew was that although I'd been at work for less than an hour, the evenings drinks couldn't come any sooner.

TO BE CONTINUED - If you ask nicely.