"Wait, guys! I've got it, wait, I've got it," Jack excitedly waved his arms to silence the other four senior boys.
"We'll tie her down onto Eagle's desk," he started, "she'll be bent over with her legs spread. Then! We circle the table and when it is your turn, you are allowed one push inside her hot cunt. Wearing a condom, of course! And if you cum, you're out. The last one left, gets to fuck her properly... with no condom!"
Jack had become quite verbose about his cunning plan and was shushed by Garth during the ensuing laughter which echoed through the large room. Jack was also celebrating his eighteenth birthday and his mates smuggled a couple beers into the hostel which they had been drinking.
It was around eleven o'clock at night in a rural town, on a hot summer's evening. During the summer heat wave of that year, temperatures soared to record highs and the five seniors boys who shared the dorm, opened the nineteenth-century, retractable bay windows to the maximum in desperate need of some night-breeze relief.
The school hostel served local farmers, for whom daily seminary traveling was a bridge too far, and kids from the cities, whose parents decided it best to have them as far away as possible. The school was therefore, a mixed pot of conservatives and liberals, with most finding their way somewhere in the middle.
The boys' hostel slept about twenty young men in a renovated Victorian-style homestead, dating back to the mid-eighteen hundreds. Their hostel father was Mr. Mench, otherwise known as Eagle. Because he saw everything.
The hostel also housed a young primary school teacher, Miss Catherine Kently. She finished her teaching diploma the previous year and worked at the sister-primary school as a PhysEd teacher. She was, in eyes of most of the boys, the sexiest woman walking this earth.
Miss Kently's beach-blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, like a Radox bubble bath TV advert, and crowned her heavenly perfect body. She boasted a rack that initiated more erections than a construction-scaffolding company. There wasn't a boy (or man) in town who did not sport an unsuspecting semi due to her busty bosom at some point or another.
She also was a regional colors tri-athlete, boasting a lean frame with defined muscles that accentuated her perfectly toned body. Due to her position as a Physical Educator (and God's favor to us all, if you'd bother to ask any boy), she wore tight Lycra vests and short skirts which beautifully showcased her legs. Many a hostel boy was unable to exit the pool when she was on duty. She would walk around the pool in that short skirt, dishing out hard-ons to whoever dared look up at her from inside the pool. She loved the attention and was certainly not naïve about the fact that she was a total sex idol to these hormonal high school boys.
To the extent that she would, on many occasions, don her tiniest thong underneath those skirts when she was on pool duty. Jack and his mates would call her over to ask her for help with their strokes (yes, pun intended, and yes, she was well aware of it). She would turn her back to them, bend forward slightly keeping her back straight, and demonstrate how their arms should crawl through the water. All the while the boys had a perfect view of her butt, and the tiny piece of material clinging onto her apparent shaved pussy. She would glance back over her shoulder while giving instructions, and the eyes and open mouths of her sex-hungry audience would not go unnoticed.
She never let on to anything though, nonchalantly carrying herself as just doing her job.
Miss Kently was a goddess and there was not a boy who did not worship the ground she walked on.
The boys would discuss her outfits, her beauty, or the interactions they had with her on a daily basis. Tonight was no different. Garth initiated the discussions with a recount of an incident earlier that evening in the dining room.
"You guys won't believe what happened at dinner earlier," he started, "Guess who rubbed her titties against me?" and he proceeded to give a detailed account of how Miss Kently brushed up against him on the way to the kitchen.
"I swear I could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest!" he exclaimed excitedly to other boys in their dorm.
"Ah, you're talking shit man," countered Patrick, "you probably dreamed that while you were choking your dick in the shower earlier!"
There was a roar of laughter as they teased Garth but immediately joined in with their own stories.
"Fuck, she did look so hot today, I could have fucked her this morning at the breakfast table already," Alan announced, "Thank God for summer because those short skirts certainly make my life worth living!" he added, again initiating a rupture of laughter and jesting.
"Oh, fuck all of you," Wesley piped in, "the only one here that could actually fuck her, would be me! You are all a bunch of sissy boys who wouldn't know what to do if she landed naked and horny on top of you."
"Oh yeah, Wes, like you know what to do. You'd probably cum before she took off all her clothes!" Jack shot back at him, and another roar of laughter echoed through the otherwise quiet hostel corridors.
"Shush!" Patrick warned the others to keep it down, "you guys are going to wake Eagle, and then there's going to be shit again. Keep it down, I want to have a siggie," and got out of his bed to light a cigarette at the open window.
"I'll say this boys, I'll cum all over her. In her hair, over her face, on her tits. I won't stop until I have coated her entire body with my cum!" Patrick conveyed his cock-sure proclamation to the group.
"She will suck the last drop and lick my cock clean!" he concluded.
"You can't even cum in the fucking toilet properly," Wesley laughed, "how the fuck will you shoot into her hair?" The guys heckled him, followed by loud laughter and jousting.
This continued for a good half an hour, each one elevating the sexual nature of how they would do Miss Kently. When Jack offered his master plan of how to tie her to a desk and take turns on her, the boys were once again excitedly making quite a ruckus, each trying to talk over the other. Patrick eventually called it and told the others to "shut the fuck up and go to sleep".
It was nearly midnight and the dorm had become silent, some sleeping already. Jack just finished his last cigarette at the window above his bed, dropped it into his tin ashtray, and left the dorm room, heading for the toilet down the passage.
The hostel was eerily quiet and dark this time of the night, dimly lit by the street lights shining through the windows. After he urinated, he brushed his teeth and was about to return to his bed when he heard a loud noise downstairs, like glass that broke and scattered on the floor. There had been an attempted break-in at the hostel a couple of months back and Jack first thought that he should go have a look.
