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Education

By: Sonia_de_Beaumanoir



I graduated from high school in St. Martin at the age of 18. I should explain that to graduate you need to pass a series of tests for a baccalaureate, or bac. Since the tests are given at the end of the school year, it's all or nothing. There is a lot of pressure on students to cram and pass the tests.

In any case, I passed easily with high grades. For this reason I was granted a bourse, a scholarship, to study English and French literature at the Sorbonne in Paris. Since I would be living away from home for the first time, my father arranged for me to live with a Parisian family, the Faures, in their apartment near the Trocadero. 

Monsieur Faure was a haut fonctionnaire, a bureaucrat, in the Ministry of Education. He knew my parents through his work. Madame Faure worked in a travel agency on the Boulevard de l'Opera. Both the elder Faures welcomed me into their family, but were otherwise reserved and formal. They were both in their middle forties, and except for meals I did not see much of them.

They had two children. The older, daughter Florence, was twenty-three and had her own apartment on the rive gauche near St. Germain de Pres. It was for this reason that there was a bedroom available chez Faure. Their son Benoit, nineteen, was still living at home. So we were four in the apartment, and Florence usually came for Sunday lunch. The apartment was a typical upper-middle class one, on the fourth floor of a nineteenth century building. It consisted of three small bedrooms, a salon or living room, kitchen, and bathroom. Like most French dwellings, the toilet or WC was in a separate room from the shower. All of the rooms had high ceilings, and the windows looked out over the Trocadero and the Tour Eiffel beyond. I had Florence’s bedroom, which was furnished with a dark walnut dresser and bed. I was very pleased to have landed in such a place.

I applied myself to my studies and had little to do with the other students in my classes. Most of them were much older than I, so I was content to ride the metro to school in the morning and back to the apartment in the afternoon. 

My first month in Paris, September 1988, Florence appointed herself my guide. She is the same height as I, 170cm or five feet seven. She was slim and elegant with dark brown eyes and black hair, and I felt like an ugly duckling to her swan. We went anywhere and everywhere, acting like tourists. Florence was Parisian to the core and she said that she enjoyed sharing Paris with me. She showed me where to find clothes and how to dress stylishly but cheaply. In St. Martin I always wore the Catholic school uniform of white blouse and tartan skirt so my wardrobe was sorely lacking. We shopped at the big department stores Galerie Lafayette and Printemps, but we bought more cheaply at Monoprix and Samaritaine. We had the same build so I modeled my clothing purchases around what she liked and wore. I began to think of Florence as an older, wiser sister. 

I saw Benoit every day at home. He was a tall, lanky, handsome boy whose world revolved around sports. Even though he was a year older than I, he was still in high school. He was not a good student and his parents despaired of his being able to pass the bac. Yet he had a good memory because he could tell you details of every football match Paris St. Germain had played for the past five years. He was also a fan of American basketball and wore Chicago Bulls sweatshirts almost all the time. Michael Jordan was his god! As part of my rent, I tutored him in English several hours per week.

It was not hard to tell that Benoit liked me even though he was shy. I immediately felt an attraction to him, but I was as shy as he. At breakfast on weekdays I would come into the kitchen in my sleepwear, which consisted of a tee shirt and nylon shorts. While we were drinking our coffee and eating bread or croissants, he peeked at the outline of my breasts and the way my shorts wedged between my thighs. My all-over tan hadn’t faded yet, so I can boast that I looked pretty good in that skimpy outfit.

For my part, I thought he was gorgeous. Since we all shared a single bathroom, I had plenty of occasions to see him going to and from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a nicely muscled hairless chest and flat stomach with well developed abdominals. A little trail of curly black hair led downward from his navel and disappeared under the towel. I hadn't seen his cock, but I imagined it lying concealed waiting to be revealed at some appropriate time.

After a couple of months, Benoit got up his courage and asked me go out with him on a Saturday night. He proposed that we go to a discotheque and then for a late meal with some of his friends. I was happy to accept since now the barrier of reserve between us would be broken. Neither of us was a good dancer, but our awkward gyrations were lost among all the other bodies at the disco. Between dances he put his arm around my shoulder as I pressed into him. It seemed very natural and comfortable. Later we went to a student hangout, run by Algerians, where we ate couscous and drank cheap red wine. 

We missed the last metro and had to walk home. I was tipsy from the amount of wine I had drunk. I leaned against Benoit as we walked along the sidewalks. His arm was around my back and under my arm, supporting me. I was aware that his hand was in contact with the side of my breast, but it felt warm and comforting in the cold night air of a Parisian autumn. Arriving at the entryway of the apartment building, I turned to face him as we fell into a tight embrace, kissing deeply. This was my first real romantic experience, and I felt my nipples stiffen as his chest pressed into mine. His hand was roaming over the seat of my jeans, while all I could think to do was clench the material of the back of his coat with both hands.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered when we broke for breath. "I wanted to tell you that since the first day you came."

"Merci." I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I just closed my eyes and kissed him again.

"Let's go in, it's cold." He punched in the security code and we managed to get to the elevator. Once inside, we clinched again and kissed passionately until the door opened before the apartment entrance. Inside we tried to be quiet since the Faures were surely sleeping. He whispered into my ear, "Come into my room. Shhhh."

I was not thinking too clearly and I allowed myself to be led. With the door closed and the lights on, he quickly took off his overcoat, and then started to remove the rest of his clothing. I stood there in a stupor. When he had nothing on but briefs, I could see through the cloth that his cock was erect. He looked at me in surprise. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" 

"Are you crazy? Do you think I'm a pute or something?" I left his room and ran to mine, where I fell on my bed sobbing. I felt like the foolish, inexperienced virgin that I was. I did want him, but in some undefined, romantic vision of sexual bliss. Shaking with chagrin and some regret, I fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke late and didn't come out for breakfast. I didn't want to face Benoit or his parents, so I hid until the hour came around for Sunday's family lunch when I could confide in Florence. The atmosphere was tense at lunch. Benoit sulked and glowered at me, while I sat next to Florence and made random conversation. Before the dessert course, Florence went outside to smoke a cigarette and I went with her.

"I gather your date with Benoit didn't go too well," she said, "judging by the looks he's throwing your way."

"It was fine until we got home. Then he wanted me to sleep with him. He must think I'm some easy lay or something." I started to cry.

Florence put her arm around me and let me sniffle on her shoulder. "Benoit is a boy, and all boys his age think about is fucking. It's not about you. You are a lovely girl and you did right to refuse him." She paused. "Are you still a virgin?"

I nodded.

"Then you did more than right. I bet the little asshole didn't even have a condom. Tomorrow after school come to my place. I'll help you with some female things."

We went back in to lunch. Benoit was still glaring at me and Florence. When the table was being cleared, he came over to me and whispered, "I guess you know my sister is gouine. I didn't know you were too, or I wouldn't have asked you out."

This was a shock. Gouine in French is like "dyke", but even more negative. My cheeks were burning. "I'm no lesbian! And if I had known you were such a pig, I wouldn't have accepted."

The rest of the aftrenoon passed equally dismally, and it was a relief to resume the daily school schedule the following day. I made it a point to dress before breakfast; no more titty-tease for Benoit! After class I went to Florence's apartment as agreed. She buzzed me in and I walked up three flights of stairs. She embraced me and led me inside. The apartment was very small but decorated with a sure taste. There was another woman, apparently in her early thirties, waiting for us.

"This is my friend Vivienne," Florence announced. "Please meet Sonia de Beaumanoir." The woman and I exchanged polite pecks on the cheek. Vivienne was elegantly and expensively dressed and was quite beautiful. I wondered if she too was gouine and if she were Florence's lover. We sat down on the sofa while Florence served tea.

"Well Sonia," the woman commenced. "Florence tells me you had a little problem with her brother." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Don't worry. Flo is very discreet, as am I. I'm her gynecologist and many of my patients are students. Normally I'd have you come to the clinic, but as a favor to Flo I agreed to talk to you here privately. Is this agreeable to you?"

I looked at Florence, then nodded.

"Most students your age are sexually active by the time they enter University. However, I am told that you have been strictly brought up and are still vierge. This is nothing to be ashamed of and in fact I congratulate you. But now you are an adult and practically on your own. You can make your own decisions but we want you to be prepared. Do you know the facts of life?"

"Of course. I'm not totally ignorant."

"Good. But here's a booklet I like to give anyway. It talks about AIDS and other problems that come with sex. I also have for you a prescription for birth control pills, and here is a sample with the first month's supply. Here's my card; come see me at the clinic when you can so that I can do a full exam." With that, Vivienne stood up, exchanged more pecks on our cheeks, and departed.

Florence turned to me. "That wasn't too hard. Did I do the right thing?"

I ran to her and put my arms around her. "Yes. Thank you. I'm so unhappy. Benoit thinks I'm a whore. How can I stay there? What can I say to your parents."

She stroked my hair. "Don't worry about Benoit. He'll get over it. My parents are smarter than you think. I'm positive that they have already had a little chat with him. You know, he even tried it with me once."

I was even more shocked. "With you? You mean he wanted to have sex with you?"

"He wanted to fuck me, yes. Don't be afraid of the word 'fuck.' I told him I had no interest and to keep his cock in his pants. That was two years ago. But underneath he is really a sweet boy, so I want you to forgive him too. That will make it easier to live together."

I decided to take a chance. "He told me you are a lesbian."

She laughed. "I bet he said I was gouine. Did you think Vivienne was my lover?" She was so perceptive. I confessed that I had. "Let's be open with each other. I am bisexual, but I prefer relations with women. Vivienne and I have been lovers on occasion, but with us it's casual and for fun. I don't have any permanent liaisons at the moment. Does that make things clear?"

I was aware that I was embracing a beautiful woman who loved other women, something I could not have believed even a week before. She felt so good and safe that I didn't feel either alarm or disgust. In fact, I felt a sort of warmth build up in me that I had never felt before. I wanted to ask her so many questions, but there was an emotional dam within me and I did nothing. "Thank you for being such a good friend," was all I could say.

I arrived back at the apartment before dinner time. Benoit was in the living room. He asked me to step outside into the elevator lobby. He blurted out, "I want to apologize for what I did. It was stupid. I was stupid." He stood there shifting awkwardly and looking at his shoes. "I really do like you though." Silence. "And I didn't mean what I said about Flo. She is great." Silence. "Are you going to say anything?" He started to sniffle, which really surprised me.

"I like you too. It was all a misunderstanding. I've already forgotten it." I kissed him quickly on the lips and ran back inside.

Things came back to normal. Benoit and I went on other dates. He was really a good-natured, sweet man. Now he did only what I permitted, and we progressed to more and more serious activities. I allowed him to feel my breasts, and then to touch my pussy, and finally to lick me. I was surprised to discover that his touch would make me instantly wet, and with some practice he could bring me to orgasm. For my part I learned all the details of his anatomy. He had a beautiful cock. It was not particularly large, but it had a bright red head and a network of purple veins running over up and down the shaft. When I had learned what pleased him, I could make him cum with either my hands or my mouth. I found the taste of semen to be pleasant, and he loved to shoot his seed into my throat or over my face or breasts.

But I still denied him the final gift of my virginity. Somehow I thought of losing it as crossing a bridge into a country from which there was no return. I wanted him, but something held me back.

I also continued to explore Paris with Florence. She was as dear to me as any sister could have been. I felt an attraction to her which was not sisterly in the least. Was I a lesbian? Given what I did with Benoit, I was sure that I was not. Could I be bisexual? How was I to know? Finally I had to ask. One afternoon at her apartment, I spoke up. "Can I ask you a very personal question?"

"You know you can." She smiled. "It seems you're practically my sister."

Blush! "What do you mean?"

"I helped with the laundry last week. Those stains on your sheets looked like semen to me. I supposed that you and Benoit had progressed to the real thing."

"We haven't!" Pause. "At least not all the way. Did your mother see?"

"Mother is as sharp as a tack. There's not much that gets by her. If she disapproved you would have known by now. Benoit is as civilized as I've ever seen him, practically a gentleman even. I think you've been a good influence on him. He's even doing better in school. If you start fucking, he may prove to be a genius. Anyway, what did you want to ask me?"

I started to have second thoughts, but it was then or never. "How did you know you liked women, that you were bisexual?"

She stared at me for a moment. "That's a strange question. Tell me why you want to know and perhaps I'll answer you honestly."

"I think I may be too," I whispered.

"Really? Why would you think that? Who is the object of your affections? Do you have a crush on someone other than Benoit?"

"Yes. I think you know who it is."

"I think I do, but you have to tell me."

"You," I said in a tiny voice.

She gathered me into her arms. It felt so comfortable. "I love you too. I love you as a sister, and also as a woman. I've known it since the first week you came."

"You never told me. Why not?"

"Unrequited love is terribly painful. If you were not disposed to love me physically, I preferred to keep you as a friend, as a sister. You see, I knew Benoit had fallen for you too. Even though he and I don't agree on everything, I would hate to hurt him like that."

That evening we became lovers. She undressed me slowly, kissing each part of me as it came into view. When she removed my bra, I felt my nipples harden on their own, and when she took them into her mouth I almost came right then. When I was finally nude, she looked at me and said, "You have such a beautiful body. I can hardly wait to love you. Now, you must undress me."

My excitement was such that I fumbled with all of the buttons and fastenings, trembling in anticipation and, yes I admit it, lust. When she was as bare as I, she asked, "Sonia, is this what you expected?" 

I looked at her small round breasts with their dark brown erect nipples, at her mound covered with wispy black curls, and at her pussy lips already showing a gleam of wetness. "Yes, you are what I expected and more. You are beautiful. And I love you so much."

She led me to her bedroom, pushed me down on the bed, and said, "Now I’m going to love you. Just lie there and let me give you pleasure." 

She sucked each nipple into her mouth and rolled them gently around her lips and tongue. I was on fire. She then kissed slowly down my stomach until her lips just grazed my clitoris. It was as if an electric current was passing through me. She parted my outer lips with one hand, and licked up and down the full length of my slit, teasing my hard clit with each pass. This seemed to go on for a long time, and soon I was bucking my hips against her face. At long last, she pressed a slick finger against my anus, entering me while at the same time sucking my clit into her mouth and rolling it about with her tongue. My orgasm came crashing down as I felt a flood of my juices flowing onto the face of my beloved Florence.

After recovering for a few minutes, I sat up to see her leaning on one elbow regarding me. "That was incredible," I said. "I never had such an orgasm before."

"We women know what each other like." She replied. "Do you want to find out what I like?"

"Of course I do. Should I just do what you did to me."

"Start with that. I’ll tell you as you go."

I tried my best to comply with her wishes. Her small perfect breasts were exquisite, and the dark brown nipples hard and pointed. When I brought my mouth down to her sex, I found that her pussy juices were so musty and intoxicating that each taste made mine flow as well. She has a pert little clit that stood up like a tiny cock. I loved to roll my tongue around it, then plunge into her moist tunnel.

"Put your fingers into me," she demanded. I put one, then two, and then a third into her cunt. It was hot and tight. "Now fuck me with your hand." I started to do so slowly. "Please! Now! Harder and faster!" I complied, feeling like I might hurt her. "Now when you push in, bump my clit with your thumb. Pinch my nipples with your other hand. Pinch harder!" After long minutes of this, she clamped her legs together hard against my hand and let out a long gasp, almost a scream, then went limp.

When we had satisfied all our urges, we lay together satiated. I turned lazily to her and said, "God, I love you so much. I want to move here with you."

She kissed me. "I told you that I love you too. I think I always will. But we don't make decisions like this so quickly. I want you stay where you are until you've had time to think things through. We can be together here any time you want. You will be at school here for three more years, and there will be lots of time."

"Why didn’t you put your fingers into me like that? You looked like you were in heaven."

Florence took my head in her hands and kissed me. "You are a virgin, and if I did that it would break your hymen. I could never do that without your wanting me to, without telling you first. Do you want that? Do you want Benoit to have it? Think about it."


Education



I got back to the apartment quite late. The Faures were watching TV, and Benoit was waiting for me. "I was worried about you. Where were you?"

"I was with Florence," I said deliberately.

Something in my eyes and attitude must have spoken to him. "Oh God! Oh no! I thought you loved me. But you love her instead." He started to cry.

"Come into my room. I want to talk to you seriously." We went in and shut the door. "I do love you, and I love Florence too. Isn't there enough room to love two people? Can't you conceive of sharing that love? She is your sister and mine too, and I know that she loves you. If you love her and me, you'll accept this. I can't have two lovers when one is jealous of the other."

His eyes were full of tears. "I'll try. I do love you. I want to show you how much."

I took his head in my hands. "I know you do, and I want to show you how much I love you too. Take off your clothes." 

We undressed slowly then embraced on my bed. "You see that my body is the same. Florence has not harmed it in the least, nor my heart." He kissed me, and I felt his cock pressing hard against my stomach. I grasped it and began to stroke it gently with my hand. I opened my thighs to let him touch me and part the lips of my cunt. My juices began to flow and my clit stood out from its hood.

"I want you. If you want me, put it in me now."

I lay back and spread my thighs wide, opening myself to him. He climbed between my legs and brought the head of his cock to my opening. He leaned forward entering me. I could feel the head press against my hymen. He stopped.

"Do it. Push!" I thrust my hips upwards to meet his and felt him break through so that he buried himself in me completely. There was a little twinge of pain, and then it was gone. I looked down to see his black pubic hair meshed with my brown curls. 

I had mixed feeling of triumph, of regret, of passion. The sight of his pelvis pressed against the opening where only hours earlier his sister’s head had lain was tremendously erotic. Girlhood was past, womanhood had arrived. Now I had to see if the experience with him could possibly match that which Florence had provided.

After we rested together for a few moments, I made a small thrust against him as a signal for him to go on. He was very gentle as he started to move his cock back and forth within me, first only a centimeter or two, and then increasing the stroke until I could see that he was withdrawing almost to the cockhead. His shaft was slick with my juices and a few traces of blood. 

Then I lay back and looked up into his eyes while he increased the pace of his fucking. I crossed my legs over his back, urging him to get as deep as possible. While he pumped into me, I trailed my fingers up and down his arms and over his shoulders. With each outward stroke, I felt my juices well up out of me and trickle down to my asshole.

He could not last as long as I would have hoped, and soon I felt him commence long fast strokes as he panted. "I'm going to cum."

I whispered back, caressing his shoulders with my arms. "Cum my love. Let me feel it." I didn't feel him shoot into me, but by his motions I could tell he was cumming. Then he lowered himself onto me, while still supporting his weight. We kissed, entwining tongues.

He whispered, "How was it for you? It was wonderful for me. I love you."

In truth, I not orgasmed myself. "It was wonderful. Thank you for being gentle. And I love you too." He softened and his cock fell out of me. He sat up and looked at my pussy. The lips were swollen and gaping open, with semen, blood, and my juices staining the lips.

"I love your pussy. I want to do this many more times." He leaned down and kissed me there, letting his tongue linger on my clit. I came.



Education



I don't remember my first months at the convent. They say it was trauma amnesia. I was 7 years old when I was left there after my parents were killed in a car accident. I can not complain about the life I had there. It was better then an orphanage. The sisters taught me everything that a girl should know. Cooking, cleaning, and traditional education. I grew up knowing I was loved. It was my eighteenth birthday when Mother Superior sat me down to explain that it was time for me to leave. I could not grow to my full potential if I stayed at the convent. Arrangements had been made for me to stay with a man who had been friends of my parents. 

I took a taxi to the airport and I was stunned at the changes in the world. I did not remember much but it seemed so fast paced and different from anything I had known. When my flight landed in Boston I was greeted by a chauffeur holding up a big sign that said Miss. Annie Raymond. The driver led me to collect my luggage and than to a huge black limo. He settled my luggage and me in the car and we began the drive to my new home.

After about ten minutes he rolled the divider window down and introduced himself as Rick. He looked at me in the rearview mirror with a look mother superior had warned me about. So that is Lust I thought. I knew I was pretty. I had lived without many luxuries but a mirror was not one of them . My hair was a copper red and it flowed past the middle of my back. I had large hazel eyes and what Sister Mary Agnes called a ski jump nose. I was petite. A fact Rick was not shy about pointing out. 

"I never would have recognized you." He said "I was expecting a women but you look no more than 15."

He was right. At 5'1" and 98 lbs. I did look like a teen-ager. I was thin all over and my breasts were small for my age. I was barely a B cup but I had large nipples. We chatted nervously for about half an hour and he then told me that I should just sit back and relax and watch some television. I was so excited. It was the one thing I had missed out on. I found the remote and began flipping through the channels. The reception was poor but I didn't care. Rick also said there were movies and a VCR. For the rest of the two hour journey I sat transfixed by the images on the screen. 

When we finally pulled up to the house I was in shock. It was no small house it was a palace. It seemed to go on forever. I looked even more the child as I straightened my braids and the blue plaid skirt Mother Superior had given me. We walked through the entranceway that was flanked on either side by a Gargoyle. As we entered the foyer we were greeted by a butler. His name was Reginald. The resemblance between Rick and Reggie, as he insisted I call him, was astounding. I had seen twins before but they were identical. In there mid thirties they both had caramel colored hair and eyes to match. They were about 6 feet tall and sturdily built. Rick passed my luggage to Reggie and bowed slightly to me. " Miss. I shall see you around." He said with a smile.

Reggie's eyes scanned me the same way Rick's had as he led me up a grand staircase to my suite. I was overwhelmed by its opulence. There was a huge bed with flowing white canopies and plush baby blue carpeting. There were fresh flowers everywhere. Reggie dropped my bags in the walk in closet and began to unpack my few things. He said that Rick would bring me shopping to get anything I might need .From there we walked to the library. As we walked through the door I was greeted by a striking man in his late 40's. He had salt and pepper hair and goatee he was at least as tall as Reggie and maybe 20 lbs. Heavier. He was beautiful. He put one hand on each of my shoulders with tears in his eyes.

"My dear child" he said "you are the spirit an image of your mother." He pulled me into his arms and I felt warm. The scent of him was intoxicating. I was not used to men and now I was surrounded by them. He stepped back and smiled, "God how rude of me to not introduce myself I am Jack. Welcome home."

For the next three weeks I became adjusted to life on the outside. Spring was just beginning and I felt alive with its newness. Uncle Jack, as I now called him made me feel right at home. We spent afternoons shopping together and evenings by the fire talking about my parents. Rick and Reggie were also a big part of my adjustment. They were not just servants they seemed to be friends to both Uncle Jack and myself. I was intrigued by all these men around me. I had no sexual experience, I had never even masturbated. I guess it was a byproduct of being raised by nuns. But as the weeks wore on I felt my self awakening right along side all of the spring blossoms.

It was late one Friday evening that I awoke to see Uncle Jack standing in the doorway to my bedroom. He sat silent watching me sleep. I was curious at first and peeked ever so slightly, I did not want him to think he had woke me, I saw his form outlined by the lights in the hall. The feature that was most prominent was the bulge in his pants. I knew the facts of life so I knew what it was but I had never seen one before. I quickly closed my eyes and the next time I opened them he was gone. Over the next several weeks this scene had repeated itself without change until the Tuesday after the Memorial Day holiday. I waited for him now. I knew his routine. Just after midnight he would come to my door and this night was no different. Just past the chiming of the Grandfather clock he appeared. I knew something was different right away. He usually came in his regular clothes but that night he had changed into his night clothes. He wore burgundy silk pajamas and a matching robe. He stood for only a moment before entering my room he walked to the side of my bed and reached out to stroke my cheek. I could feel the warmth on my skin and smell his signature scent of L'Eau D'Issey. Just as quickly as he approached he retreated to his position at the door his ever present erection straining at the silk of his pajamas. I lay on my back with my head tilted softly towards him and my eyes just barely open.

He began rubbing chest as if wiping away imaginary lint but softer. His hands moving in slow circles down to the bulge that so attracted my attention. He rubbed for a few moments then pulled his hands away and began to leave. He stopped and returned to his place and began rubbing again. I did not stir. He removed one hand and unfastened the lone button on his pants. I almost gasped when I saw this, but I held my breath instead. He reached in and pulled his penis from the cloth. It was larger then any I had seen in my anatomy texts. I watched intently as he began stroking his member. Puling at it softly at first then harder and faster as time progressed. He had a look between pain and euphoria on his face. He stoked faster still with his right hand and with his left he began cupping his testicles. After just a few moments his knees began to buckle and he emitted a small groan. He pulled the robe over his penis to catch his ejaculate and shuddered. He stood for just one second more and walked away down the hall. I lay awake for quite sometime after he left. I had the strangest feeling between my legs. I reached down to just adjust myself and through my cotton panties I felt that I was wet. I pulled my hand quickly away and forced myself to go back to sleep. After that night the frequency of his visits increased. Each night the same thing. He would touch my cheek then masturbate. One especially warm evening I had my right foot and calf out from under the covers and he touched that instead. I felt electric at his touch. The next evening I pulled the covers away more exposing my thigh and he touched that. It became a game to me, an arm one time a leg the next. I was becoming aware of my own desire for him to touch me. I became more and more bold. Within two weeks I was planning things for my own pleasure. My boldness was increasing as well. It was mid July when I decided to sleep with the covers tossed completely aside. He touched me on my thigh and my stomach and just ever so slightly brushed my breast before he retreated to the door to masturbate. The next night I again left the covers off but I pulled my white nightgown up so that the end rested just above my panties. His hands seemed to shake as he approached me. He reached for the hem of the gown and in doing so slid his fingers across my panties. He seemed extra excited as he pleasured himself. 

Just one week from that July visit I pulled the covers tightly around me and began to touch my breasts, my nipples became instantly alert. I was surprised at how quickly my body reacted. It was close to midnight and I knew Uncle Jack would be coming soon. It was as though the knowledge of his arrival was driving my body into a frenzy. The heat from between my thighs was unbearable. I pushed the covers away and lifted my night dress completely off my body. I placed my right hand over my breast squeezing my nipple between two fingers and ran my left hand down my stomach, under the elastic of my white cotton panties and began exploring myself. It was slick with my virgin excitement. The pure sensation of knowing I was touching myself gave me shivers. I began to feel my way around the parts of me I knew from Anatomy. The labia, vulva, and the clitoris. As my index finger rubbed against my clitoris and I began to shake. The clock struck midnight. I pulled my hand quickly away and pulled the covers up to cover one side of me. Leaving my panties and right breast exposed. I heard Jacks footsteps down the hall and another gush of wetness soaked my panties. He walked into the room and approached me slowly. I heard him gasp as he saw my breast bare before him. My nipple still firmly aroused. He did not walk away he pulled himself from his pants and began to quickly stoke. He moaned louder than before and covered himself in record time. I think he even surprised himself at how quick his orgasm came. He could not catch it all and one spurt landed right on my nipple. He reached down to wipe it away pausing to caress me. As he walked away I knew things would never be the same.

Things began to change the very next day. That morning at breakfast when Uncle Jack hugged me he held the embrace for a moment longer than usual. To anyone else it would seem nothing but to me and my awakening sexuality it was a sign. As I readied myself that night for bed there was a tentative knock at the door. Uncle Jack peeked his head through and said "Annie, I think it is time we had a talk." I nodded and motioned for him to sit on the bed with me. 

"I am not sure how much the nuns spoke to you of sex, but as your guardian I feel it is my place to make sure you are aware of the realities of human sexuality." He said calmly.

I blushed at his openness and replied "I know the fundamentals. I took biology and anatomy."

"There is so much more than that," he began " The human being is more than the sum of its parts. We are made to experience not only the mechanics of reproduction but the sublime ecstasy that making love can bring to people. Have you explored your own sexuality at all?" He asked. 

Again I blushed and was at a loss for words. He seemed to understand my thoughts without any words from me. 

"There is no shame in self love. Masturbation is a normal, healthy part of maturation. It teaches you what feels good and what does not. I myself masturbate frequently" He added. I glanced down to his groin as he spoke those words. I could see that he was partially erect. 

"Have you ever seen a penis?" He asked

I quickly responded "No, never a real one just in books."

"Would you like to see mine?" he said in almost a whisper. His voice still strong.

I pulled back a little but still from somewhere inside me came the simple word "Please."

He looked to the door to make sure we were alone and reached down and drew his penis from his silken pajamas. I was shocked at how quickly it had grown to its full size of about eight inches long and quite thick. The head was slightly purple with the pressure of his arousal. The veins on the shaft seemed to move on their own pulsing with each beat of his heart. 

I reached out to touch it and he said "Not now, meet me in the library tomorrow at midnight. Then all your curiosities will be satisfied. "

The next day I was aroused all day long. I seemed to be a little off and Reggie and Rick both questioned me as to what was wrong. Each time I replied with "Oh, nothing." And a sigh. At ten o'clock I excused myself from a late supper with Uncle Jack, the boys and Marie, a friend of Jacks. I went to shower and ready myself for the events I was hoping would follow. I lingered as I washed my breasts and genitals. But not too long. I wanted to save my excitement for that evening. I agonized over what to wear. I was torn between wearing my simple white nightie that had spaghetti straps and fell about mid thigh or my usual uniform from the convent of a plaid skirt and white blouse. I was still deciding when Marie entered my room. 

"Jack asked me to check on you." She said. I blushed at my half nudity. And pulled my robe tightly around me. "Are you having a problem?" she asked softly reaching out to touch my hair that was held back in two braids. I told her I was to be talking with my Uncle later and that I was unsure what to wear. She reached out and held each outfit against my body. First the skirt then the nightie. She fingered the flimsy white cotton. "This is perfect." She said. "Jack will love it."

"He helped me pick it out," I offered.

"I can see Jack doing that." She lingered over the soft cotton and handed it to me. "You must hurry, you don't want to keep Jack waiting." She smiled and let her lips brush my cheek. "Child, you are very special and Jack loves you very much. Take my one piece of advice. Be honest and trust him." 

I mused her words as I finished dressing. I pulled the nightie over my head. Looked at myself in the mirror and just as the clock began to chime twelve I walked out the door and headed to the library.

I knocked on the heavy oak door of the library. I jumped back slightly as it was opened. Uncle jack stood before me wearing his regular soft silk pajamas with a matching robe. He greeted me with a smile and motioned for me to sit on the sofa. As I walked into the room I noticed all the lights were off except for two. One at either end of the sofa. I sat at one end of the sofa and Jack joined me. He sat just inches away from me. I could feel the electricity between our bodies. He put his hand on my bare knee and began,

" As I mentioned I feel responsible for your sexual education. I want you to know that I would never hurt you but sometimes growth may seem frightening. Do not be frightened. You are safe with me. We talked yesterday about the penis and I sensed you were not being truthful with me. I want only honesty from you. Do you understand young lady?" I nodded. " I will ask you again, Have you ever seen a penis before last night?" 

I lowered my eyes and for some reason they began to swell with tears. "Do not be afraid" He reassured me. 

I took a deep breath and began telling him how I had witnessed his excursions to my bedroom. He seemed to smile in a very self satisfied way. "Ah, so you have had an introduction to men masturbating then, " He laughed. He then got serious. "How did it make you feel to see me pleasuring myself?" I began to shiver as I remembered the image of his long thick penis. The sensation of his sperm on my breast.

"It made me feel funny." I said quietly.

"Funny how?" he inquired

"Between my legs" I whispered.

"Did you become aroused?" He asked in a throaty voice.

"Yes." I mumbled.

"How were you aroused,?" He continued

"I became wet between my legs. My nipples became hard."

"Did you see me ejaculate" he asked.

"Once" I confessed

"I wanted you inside me. I wanted to feel your penis. Touch it, caress it." I ventured.

I reached for him and he blocked my hand. "You are not ready yet you are going to learn many things tonight and one of them is the pleasure of watching."

From a darkened corner of the room appeared Reggie and Rick. Both of them were wearing just robes. Their long lean bodies barely covered. I knew not to be afraid. They approached Uncle Jack and myself. They both petted my head and stood in front of Jack. He removed their robes they were gorgeous. Identical in every way. They both had huge penises and hard bodies. "Welcome my pets," Jack said. "Are you ready to teach my beloved niece how to enjoy watching?' They nodded in unison. They moved to sit on the sofa opposite us. I looked confused. Uncle Jack explained. "Sexuality is not only between man and woman. It is between any people who love one another. I share my sexuality with both men and women and if you are wise you will do the same. It offers the most rewarding experience." 

I turned my eyes to watch Reggie and Rick. I was fiercely aroused at their presence and when they began to touch each other I got so wet I reached to contain myself. "Yes, my dear" Jack said. "Touch yourself explore your body." He moved closer to me and removed his penis from his trousers . The boys were already groping at each other with their hands and mouths. Uncle Jack pointed out the pre cum glistening on their cocks. As he called them. The thrill of the words ran trough me. I whispered "Cock." Jack smiled. "What a good girl. You will learn many new words." I asked him what to call my genitals and he said he was fond of the words Pussy and Cunt. I repeated them both to him and he smiled. Reggie and Rick were putting on quite a show. They were really getting hot. Then Reggie moved down to his knees and took Rick's cock in his mouth. I moaned as I ran my fingers over my clitoris. He licked and sucked him and I wanted to do it too. I wanted to lick all the men in the room. My finger entered my pussy. It was dripping and accepted my finger like a hungry mouth devouring it up to the knuckle. Soon both boys were on the floor licking and sucking each other. Their hands explore each others bodies with no inhibitions. They touched each other boldly and with passion. They were fingering each others anus. They moaned loudly and I saw spurts of sperm slipping out of their mouths. I could no longer contain myself and began furiously ramming my finger into me. I wanted more I needed more. Uncle Jack put his hand on my arm and said "Slow down angel. It is a long night and you will get yours soon." 

The boys remained on the floor wrapped in each others arms. "Did you enjoy that" Uncle asked and I moaned "yes."

In the after glow of Reggie and Rick's passion. They moved to the couch in each others arms. Uncle Jack looked at me. My finger still buried in me. "Has anyone ever touched you before?" Uncle Jack asked. 

"No." I murmured. 

He motioned for me to sit on his lap. I pulled my lithe frame onto his lap. His hard cock still exposed. I sat facing the boys and shivered in anticipation of what was to come. Uncle Jack slowly lifted my night dress off of me. Exposing my small but firm breasts. I leaned back against him and let my legs fall open. 

"Do you want me to touch you" he asked

"Please," I begged. Craving his touch.

"Where do you want me to touch you?" He teased.

"Between my legs. Uncle, Touch me between my legs." I pleaded.

"Why should I touch you? Have you been a good little girl?" He taunted me.

"Please Uncle I will be the best little girl. I will do anything you want me to."

""Tell me where you want me to touch you." He said

"Please," I begged "between my legs"

"Where." He continued.

"between my legs. My cunt. Touch my cunt Uncle. Please I want you to be the first man to touch my virgin pussy."

He began slowly feeling up my legs. Looking at me and then the boys who were masturbating watching the scene before them. That pleased me knowing that I was giving them pleasure. Made me squirm more. Uncle Jacks fingers finally reached the edge of my white cotton panties. He began whispering in my ear. 




Education



"How bad do you want it? Do you need it? You need to be touched don't you? Spread you legs wider my little one. Let me feel you stretch those virgin pussy lips wide". He taunted me in a husky whisper. I spread my legs wider exposing as much of my pussy as I could. I could feel his already hard cock throbbing beneath me. 

I watched Reggie and Rick get more excited as Jack lightly stroked my lips. The boys again moved to the floor, not to each other but to me. They pushed them selves together between my thighs and I moaned. I could not even imagine the sensation that was to follow.

"Do you want them to touch you" Jack taunted... I could only whimper and nod.

Before I could fathom what was happening their velvety tongues were on me. Lapping up all the juice that had gathered on my lips. My clit was swelling with each tongue stroke and one of them took it between his lips and began to suck. While the other nestled below, began tonguing my hole. I began to shake, after a moment I felt like I was going to explode. Jack said "STOP." And the boys pulled back and began stroking each other again. 

"You have learned the intensity of pleasure" jack uttered "but you must learn to give pleasure as well." On that cue Marie entered from the shadows. She was naked. Her breasts were huge. Her pussy outlined in the finest downy fur. I jumped from Jacks lap and dropped at her feet. Her pussy lips right in front of my face. She sat on the sofa near jack and said "do you want to touch me...learn to pleasure me like the boys pleasured you?" My only answer was to bury my head between her thighs. The taste of her cunt was unreal, I could not get enough. I lapped at her like a hungry dog. Nibbling her lips and clit as she began to moan beneath my tongue. Her shaking voice directed me to all the right spots. Soon she was pushing my head into her more grinding her pussy against my face. She thrust once, then again and a flow of the sweetest thing I ever tasted dripped from inside her. Jack instructed me to lick it all up. Taste every drop of her cum. I did as I was instructed and my reward was to be soon. 

After a moment of rest Jack pulled me to him. He put my hand on his throbbing cock and told me to stroke him. I did . He was so excited it was just a moment before he came. Shooting his hot cum all his belly. 

"Are you ready for your greatest lesson " he asked. 

Desperate and nervous, but craving his touch..."Yes..." I begged.

He laid me on the floor, a soft Oriental rug beneath me. He slowly pushed my legs apart and said "I think this will hurt, but know that it will also give you amazing pleasure." With that he lay between my legs and slid the tip of his cock against my slit. Pushing ever so gently against the pressure of my tight virgin hole. I moaned as he entered me fully. I was so excited I did not feel pain only the pleasure of being filled. It was not long before I could feel the ecstasy building up in me. His thrusts were soft but powerful. Each one drawing me up to him then pushing me down.. Jack was moaning. Marie and the boys looked on as I approached my first ever orgasm. I shuddered and I think blacked out. As I became aware of my surroundings Jack was still thrusting gently...Whispering in my ear. "That's my girl...what a good girl you are. Did you come for me?"

I nuzzled into him and he said "That is only the beginning" He pulled his cock out of me still very hard. Looked to the boys and asked "Whose next."

Before I knew what hit me I was being filled again. Reggie on his back, me on top of him. Jack was behind me and I felt his cock push against my ass. I was a quick learner and I did not need to ask what he was doing. He was going to take my virginity for the second time that night. And I could not have been happier. He entered my tight ass and began to thrust in rhythm with Reggie. I felt amazing. It was then that I looked back and saw that Rick had entered Jack just as Jack entered me. Marie stood watching for just a moment then came and squatted in front of me offering me her dripping cunt as a prize for taking on all of them.

It is a prize I treasured and earned on many nights to follow. 



Education



She walked down the centre aisle of the classroom, her black patent stilettos clicking on the floor. She turned to face the class. "Ok gentlemen. Today we put all the theory into practice." There was an excited buzz amongst them. "Now I will be able to tell who was listening during my lessons to you and who wasn't." She looked each of them in the eye and pretty much every single one of them swallowed a thick lump of lust. She was wearing an opaque button-down white shirt with a black lace bra beneath and a skin-tight black pencil skirt, black stockings (& probably a suspender belt) and they thought she was just the hottest thing they had ever seen. Shit, she probably was.

"Bradley, please close the blinds on the windows. Blake, you pull the blind on the door and lock it. Miles and Eric, can you move this bench up front here and place these pillows on it. Julian, could you switch off the lights?" She moved with feline grace and lit a few candles on the blackboard ledge. The boys raced to do her bidding and then stood near the bench eagerly awaiting instruction.

"Blake, could you lie on the bench in the centre?" she said as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

"Yes Ma'am, but could I help you with those?" the tall dark boy with light grey eyes asked.

"No, just look at me and focus on what you need to do. Remove your pants and shirt before you lie down. In fact, we can all get naked now I think gentlemen." They began pulling off their clothes, their eyes never leaving her as she removed her shirt, skirt and black lace panties very slowly. They were all dry-mouthed at the sight of her standing in stockings, stilettos and suspender belt but her pussy naked, smooth and ready. Her nipples were hard, pointing through her black lace bra. They couldn't believe how lucky they were!

"Blake, I am going to sit over you but not on your cock just yet. I want you to lubricate your hand with the gel I give you and I want you to find my clit and start rubbing it like I taught you."

"Yes Ma'am!" the boy smiled slowly, doing as he was told.

"Miles and Eric, you are going to be in charge of my breasts, so treat them well. I want you to start by caressing them with your hands, pinching my nipples every now and then, as you have learnt. When my nipples become erect, you can begin sucking them and licking my breasts." And they moved either side of her while she straddled Blake. "After the other 3 have come, you can tit-fuck me and come on my breasts."

"Julian, here is some more lubricant for you. Can you start masturbating until you become erect, cover your cock with the gel and then when I tell you, put your cock gently into my ass."

"Ok Ma'am. But Ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes?" she looked at him.

"I already have wood." Julian said this while smiling, his erection standing proudly.

"Great work Julian! Massage my back and kiss my neck then and wait for the signal." She said.

"Bradley," she addressed the tall dark young man in front of her. She couldn't believe he was only eighteen with a fantastic cock like his! "You're the lucky one today. I am going to suck you off while the other guys do me. So you get to just stand there and come."

Bradley smiled and the others glanced jealously at him.

They all moved into position. Blake had been tracing his teacher's clit with his slippery fingers for a little while, and now that she could relax and enjoy the ministrations of her students, she started sighing and grinding against his hand. Miles and Eric were sucking her nipples and Julian's hands were working her back and shoulders in a most pleasing way. "Ok, I'm ready," she sighed.

Bradley moved forward and she took his cock in her mouth, sucking him gently at first and tasting his salt. Blake had entered her pussy -- she gasped. His cock was really thick and she felt stretched. She slid all the way down on him and then Julian slid his slick cock into her ass. She groaned deeply and they all started working her over well. The two guys at her breasts were sucking and teasing her, sending heat and slickness straight to her pussy to help smooth the way for Blake, who was pushing up into her for all he was worth. Bradley was breathing deeply and muttering "God yes!" as he ground his cock in her mouth. She sucked so well that he knew he was going to have to restrain himself if he wanted a certain amount of her attention. As soon as he came in her mouth, the deal was that he would step back for the tit fuckers. 

Julian was sliding in and out of her ass smoothly, holding her hips, along with Blake. Julian could feel Blake's cock moving in her pussy. It heightened the pleasure for him. He adored his teacher and hoped for her lessons to continue.

Just then, Bradley grunted and shot into her mouth. A little dripped down the side of her mouth. She moaned and swallowed, licking her lips. "Mmmm. Well done Brad. Ooooh, here comes my first orgasm boys!" and she shook and shuddered, groaning while Miles and Eric held her arms up and moved into place as Bradley stepped back to sit down. Blake shouted then and shot into her and Julian came shortly after him, sitting back to ease his muscles. Miles was enthusiastically fucking her magnificent tits and he came really quickly, all over them. He was really disappointed. "Don't worry, you were great" she whispered as he moved aside for Eric. He came quickly too and covered her breasts and stomach. They all stood back to survey their teacher, dripping with their come. She had a cream-covered ass and it was dripping down her pussy. She was smiling and wiping Bradley's juice from her mouth with one hand while rubbing the rest of the creaminess over her breasts and stomach. "That was lovely gentlemen. Full marks. Now, as soon as you're ready to go again, let's switch around. I want everyone to get a turn. Until I'm drowning in your lovely cream."

By the end of the lesson, they had all had a turn at fucking her mouth, pussy, ass and tits. She was exhausted, smiling and full of five gorgeous boys' come. She stood up and it slipped from her ass and pussy, dripping down her legs, breasts, stomach and face. She walked to the front of the class and said "You can all hit the showers now but I want you to think about what you liked best as well as what you need extra tutoring on next lesson. We're also going to cover double penetration, so Google it and study up." She smiled, collected her clothes and left the room, reeking of sex and smiling.



Education



[Disclaimer: Allison is 19-years-old, Lily is 18-years-old, Chase is 26-years-old. The only thing that breaks rules/laws in this story is that a teacher is fraternizing with a student.]




Mr. Daniels' psychology class was silent as usual. But to some of the students they got an odd chill up their spines. The kind of chill that you get when the weather may turn bad, or even when it seems as though something in the room is out of place. Whatever the cause of the chill the students all felt its effect, and many of them could not wait till last bell.

Allison watched as Mr. Daniels strolled from one side of the room to the other with long broad steps. Somehow this seemed to put her mind into a place of slumber, because the only thing she remembered from class after the last bell rang was the homework pages for that night and her friend Lily tapping her on the shoulder and getting her awake so they could get a ride from Lily's mother.

"Ally! Yo, Freidman, wake your ass up girl! Time to get outta this junk heap of learning, and back to my place for some pizza and movies." Allison thought the sound of Lillian's shrill voice mimicked that of a large parakeet which had become ravenous for attention.

"Yeah, yeah... I know, Lily." Allison sighed as she forced herself out of the rickety school desk-chair, despite the fact that her left leg had fallen asleep from resting it on her right knee while she napped.

She reluctantly followed Lillian out to her mom's clunky soccer-mom SUV, and climbed into the back seat next to her friend. Their bag and purses lay at their feet in a less-than meaningless pile of materialism. Allison had always wondered where Lily had gotten her fashion sense, and now that she could see Lily's mother's purse resting between the driver seat and the passenger seat she realized that Lily's mistaken obsession for white with pink polka dot pattern wasn't her idiocy, it was her mother's. Allison had an inward giggle at her own sarcasm twirling itself around those sad thoughts.

"O-M-G, Ally! Guess what?" Lily's mother had a voice near identical to her daughter's, and yet so different to the point you could tell she was obviously a chain smoker while Lily was younger.

Allison, with a heavy inward sigh replied, "What is it Ms. Hagerman?" Allison knew that she hated being called by her married name. Her husband was everything but the ideal spouse.

"Call me, Barb, hon." she corrected in lightning speed, as though she could not even fathom the idea of sharing one retched thing with the man she, less-often than not, called her husband.

Barb continued, "I just got you and Lillian tickets to go see Green Day in concert next month. What do you think of that?" Allison hated Green Day, almost as much as she hated Ms. Hagerman and her sad excuse for a husband. She also hated it when 'Barb' called her daughter by her birth name and refused to acknowledge her nickname outside of her home life.

"That sounds like fun" she bluffed. Allison knew she would not be able to go anyways. Her father was too busy to worry himself with worrying about her. So much so he skipped the whole thing and never let her go to concerts or anything out of the city without him, unless of course it was for a school function or could better her education about his bustling business.

Lily was excited about Green Day, and had always seemed oblivious that Allison hated all music that wasn't classical or symphony. Lily also never stopped to wonder why Allison cringed when her mother called her 'Lillian' instead of 'Lily', and when Lily herself called Allison by 'Ally' she never noticed Allison's cringe at that either. For a supposed 'best friend' she wasn't very good at knowing anything about her friends. Lily was too worried about parties and fun events to care about anything other than herself and her mother's happiness.

Barbara-Lynn Hagerman continued to drive, she knew Allison's taste in music wouldn't be the same as Lillian's, but she figured what it is going to hurt anyways. Barb knew about Jameson Freidman and his adopt-a-daughter relationship with Allison. She even use to date Jameson before he became the prick he was today. She felt sorry for Allison, but she knew that, because Jameson would never let Allison go to the concert, that Barb herself would end up going with her daughter by default. Whether or not she felt guilty of slighted deception, she was determined to spend time with her daughter.

The SUV veered into the driveway of the small sub-rural community of, Shady Springs, and all Allison could think about was what her father would come up with for her to do instead of going to the concert. Although, as previously mentioned, it's not like she was looking forward to Green Day or any other concert that wasn't played by a symphony or an orchestra in a perfect acoustical environment. Allison loved classical music, almost as much as she loved her Psych teacher, Mr. Daniels. She only wished that someday he would see her desire for him and free her from the ill-fated-heiress destiny of her and her controlling adoptive father's architecture company. She hated architecture so much more than anything she could ever think of.

"Lily... Do you think--" Allison started to ask a question that she knew the answer to, but unlucky for her, one of the few times Lily actually listened just so happened to be now, at that moment in the guest room.

"What's up Ally?" Lily asked in her high-pitched bird voice. Once again the name 'Ally' caused Allison to cringe inside.

Allison thought for a few seconds of how exactly she wanted to phrase this question before asking it. She knew that as soon as Lily found out about her love of Mr. Daniels she would gossip to every girl in their school about it, until eventually she would just be forced to give up any hope of being saved by her knight in shining mental armor.

"Um... Hypothetically speaking; if a younger woman were to fall in love for a somewhat older man, and she knew that older man had near the same feelings for her, then; do you think it would be morally wrong for him and her to make their love known, or would it be best if they just kept dancing around in a big love affair circle and until it blew wide open and everyone began to hate them and chastise them for existing as ever being a couple in the first place?" Allison was near surprised she had not run out of breath, but when she looked up from her gaze at the bed she caught the confused glance of Lily staring back at her.

"What the fuck was all that about, Ally?" she began to giggle with no stop in sight, and Allison knew she had just made a big mistake even saying anything. Not that she thought Lily even knew what she was really talking about, but what she did know was that now Lily would gossip about how weird 'Ally' was to bring up such an adult topic during a study night with her supposed best-friend.

~~~~~

The next day Allison knew something was wrong at school. All the girls in her gym class kept staring at her and would never lift near her in the weight training room. When it came time for lunch only Lily sat by her, and a few random jock guys from the basketball team. When she got up to dump her tray after the end bell rang for next period she noticed someone was watching her from the above staircase as she neared the top floor of the school.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Freidman?" Allison couldn't even believe who was talking to her.

"M-m... Mr. Daniels? Hello..." she fumbled with her words, and cursed her lost track of mind. She couldn't believe he was at school so early. She knew that his only class was 7th period Psychology, so she was lost in her own fantasy world as he spoke his next words.

"I hope you're ready for Psych class today. Did you find time to read the pages I asked, or were you and Ms. Hagerman having too much fun with your pillow fights?" he joked with her in his gentle yet heavy voice. Allison more than melted inside at the thought of him watching her do anything but homework and assignments.

"Um-um... Yes sir. I finished the last chapter on the list just this morning." she nearly blurted at him. The butterflies in her stomach were quickly being eaten by piranhas and causing more romantic anxiety than she could bear.

"I'll see you in class then, Ms. Freidman." he turned on his heels and walked back in to his classroom, with a slight thud of the door behind him.

Allison's mind wandered around the confines of her sexual fantasies the rest of the day up to 7th period. "I can't believe he came to work early. Was it to talk to me? Does he really love me the same as I love him? Oh my God, what if this is the start of my getaway plan in motion? I can't wait to see him again in two hours." Her heart fluttered around for the next two hours as she proceeded to sketch and doodle hearts and ribbons with his and her initials on them. She even began, at one point, writing out their names as a couple after marriage. The lettering read; "Mr. & Mrs. Chase Daniels" and another read; "Allison Marie Daniels" she couldn't find a stopping point for her mind until she heard the bell for 7th period ring it's beginning. She close to leaped out of her seat and ran for her locker fumbling with her lock and books when she felt a hand on her shoulder and his deep voice crawl into her ear.

"You seem odd today, Ally. What's with you?" whether or not he just called her 'Ally' she was about to jump into the roof with excitement.

"I-I'm just nervous today I guess." she couldn't keep her voice from quivering with excitement.

"I don't know if you realize this, but my class isn't today at all. I only came to work today for two reasons, Ally." his voice was the same gentle yet heavy tone it always was. She was beginning to like the nickname 'Ally' for reasons she knew, but could not comprehend. "Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" her thoughts kept racing through sexual fantasies, and she could feel her arousal sliding between her thighs as she awaited his two reasons. He looked down at her and took her lack or response as his turn to respond.

"First, I'm here because of paper work I couldn't get done at home," he paused for a brief moment, and held her shoulder gently still, as he guided her against the door of his room. She now realized that no one was in the halls. "Oh God, it's early out today!" her mind had skipped a beat, and she had missed her ride home. She was now stuck here with her knight in shining armor.

"Second, I'm here because of this." suddenly Allison felt his hands clasping her own to the wall behind her gently. His body pressed against hers at the waist. Now she could feel herself quivering within her very arousal. Without warning, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her deeply. His hands now resting beneath her bottom, and lifting her up to his body more. Allison felt his lips leave her mouth and his tongue dance along her neckline as he then abruptly bit into her nape tenderly, and began to suckle at her soft, olive toned skin.

"Oh, Chase..." she knew she was in heaven.

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Allison woke up on the floor. She felt as though she had been hit by a wave of pleasure over and over again. Turning over to her right she cuddled herself into his arms, and leaned her head down on his chest. By the feeling of his skin grazing slightly against her own she gathered that they were both nude. Closing her eyes she fell asleep once more.



Education ... Education



"You left school at sixteen, no A levels, no chance of a degree," said the girl, "yet here you are running your own company, successful, three-hundred-plus employees, plans to expand. There has to be a secret." She switched on the mini-recorder, pushed it across the desk and sat back.

If she meant it as some kind of challenge, I didn't rise to it. I had been interviewed often enough to know I could provide answers on automatic pilot. That allowed my mind to wonder about a resemblance between the girl reporter and Beverley. Same auburn hair framing an oval face, greenish eyes, generous mouth. But jeans, tee-shirt, denim jacket put an end to the comparison when I remembered Beverley walking in to be interviewed for a job as my PA. Understated dark business suit, skirt only an inch two short, showing off legs that would have had any man wondering - what if? Compact bottom. Full breasts.

None of that was the reason why Beverley got the job but the hint of sexual allure made my decision easier. This was at a time when women slept around. I'd had a few himself, some better than others. But I discovered that Beverley was different.

"Of course I'll have dinner with you," she said, smiling. "But buying dinner isn't a way of buying your way into my knickers."

Not taking no for answer was an attribute I had found invaluable in the early stages of building my business, but Beverley remained adamant. After a few weeks I gave up trying. More fish in the sea ...

Then one Friday evening as Beverley was about to leave for the weekend she paused in the office doorway. "By the way," she said, "I think you ought to know I've changed my mind."

Absently, my thoughts elsewhere, trying to make sense of financial projections for the next quarter, I said, "Changed your mind about what?"

"About going to bed with you."

"Oh."

"Is that all?"

"Are you serious."

"Yes. I've been thinking about it, aware that you still watch me around the office."

It was true. I'd been aware that, bending over a filing cabinet she was more or less ladylike depending on whether anyone else was around. Her arse, round, tempting, provocative even, always made me hard. I said, "And now you don't mind?"

"No."

"Where do we go from here then?"

Beverley looked outside, then closed the door. "Everyone else has gone."

This time there was no mistaking the invitation. What followed wasn't subtle and it didn't take long but it seemed to work for both of us. I had her across my desk, her knickers a silk pool on the floor, my trousers, I fear, bunched ludicrously round my ankles. When i came, spurting deep inside her, she gave a deep, husky moan. 

For a while, neither of us spoke. Then she said, "I guess it was the way it was going to be. But I didn't finish." She raised a hand as I started to apologise. "No - not your fault. I wanted to save something. For later. You are going to take me out to dinner, aren't you?"

We slept in my bed that night. She offered everything, refused nothing. What was undeniably lust then turned quickly to love. Three months later we were married and I've not regretted the decision for a single day since.

All these memories swirled through my mind while I tried to keep track of the questions and answers being lodged inside the little silver recorder in front of me on the desk. The same desk where - but dammit, I was forced back to reality when I suddenly realised the interview was over. The reporter was switching off the recorder, dropping it into the shapeless bag that she hung on one shoulder.

Making conversation, hoping I hadn't made too much of a fool of myself, mentally fucking Beverley while reeling off semi-automatic answers, I asked her where the interview would appear. She reminded me that it was for a supplement on education her paper would run at the week end. Of course. Education. That was why she had made so much of my leaving school at sixteen, never getting a degree.

Education. Alone in the office, I closed my eyes and thought that as far as sex was concerned, Beverley had been - continued to be - my university. But that started my mind on another unexpected journey. Back twenty-five years to what I thought corresponded in every sense to a basic education.

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My parents thought I was misguided when I stubbornly opted to leave school at sixteen. I began to share that view after several false starts - either the job didn't suit me or I didn't suit the job - but then I surprisingly landed a management traineeship with a nationwide chain of department stores. What I learnt there opened my eyes to the future and taught me important lessons for when I finally branched out on my own. But that's not relevant to this story.

Shortly after my twenty-first birthday, I was sent for six months to gain hands-on experience at one of the firm's outlets. Expenses were minimal. There was no question of hotel accommodation. I found myself lodgings with the Davis's, Reg and Connie. They were a modest forty-something couple who used the income from lodgers to fund their annual holiday on the Costa Brava. Reg was an insurance collector, Connie was a dinner lady at a local school. Ordinary people you might have expected to find in any suburban semi-detached anywhere in the country. They treated me well, offering more hospitality than I was probably entitled to expect.

My hobbies at that time were mainly cricket and masturbation. And one rainy weekend the unavailability of the former led to slightly guilty indulgence in the latter. I was having a lie-in. Fuelled by a girlie magazine, my hand went to work. Once fully engaged, I closed my eyes to allow my imagination to provide more explicit images than the printed pages offered. My surprise can be imagined when the bedclothes were gently turned back and my hand was joined by another. 

"Oh dear," said Connie Davis, "you must be in a bad way." It was Sunday morning and she had brought me a cup of tea. In my embarrassment, I almost knocked it over while trying to cover myself.

My landlady seemed to see nothing untoward in the situation confronting her. She put fingers to her lips. "No need to get in a state," she said. "You won't be the first young man missing his girl friend and needing to do something about it. We're not prudes in this house."

Seeing that I didn't know how to respond, she went on, "I could help you, if you like."

Her hand was still clasping mine, though now it rested on a very limp member. My silence seemed to be taken for acquiescence, and to be truthful I was quickly realising that I didn't have either the will or the desire to demur from whatever she had in mind. That soon became apparent as she sat down on the bed and started to stimulate my cock; long, slow stokes that brought it to life in seconds.

"There," she said, admiring her success, "that's better. You really are quite a big boy. Someone will enjoy that, I'm sure. And for today - why not me?"

To my utter astonishment she then bent her head and took my cock in her mouth. Of course, I knew that this kind of thing happened but it was the first time it had happened to me. That had the inevitable effect. Hardly had she begun to alternate between sucking and licking than I knew I was rapidly losing control. In a panic, I put a hand on her forehead to lift her away while there was still time. Connie had other ideas. Shaking her head to release my hand, she simply redoubled her efforts. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked more urgently. For the first time in my life I knew the all-consuming sensation of releasing a series of convulsive spurts into a woman's throat. It must have been brief but it felt to me as though it went on and on. And I didn't want it to stop.

Nor, it seemed, did Connie Davis. Her lips remained wrapped round my softening shaft until she understood that I was drained. She sat up, wiped her mouth with a tissue from her apron pocket and said, "There now. I enjoyed that. And so did you. Didn't you?"

Enjoyed it? I wanted to do it again, then and there. But physical impediments aside, Connie had other priorities. I suppose I must have nodded, and perhaps she guessed why that was such inadequate gratitude and forgave it, for she stood, brushed her apron and said, "I'll go down and prepare your breakfast. Don't be too long."

That, of course, raised awkward questions. How could I just stroll downstairs as though nothing had happened? I presumed that Reg would be around; I heard them talking while I was getting dressed. Could he have guessed what we had done?

The answer was soon forthcoming. Reg was still at the breakfast table, enjoying a cup of tea. When I appeared, he put aside his News of the World and said, "Good morning, young man. What do you think? Best blow job you've ever had?"

How was I supposed to answer that? If I said no it wasn't, that would be an insult to his wife; better if I said it was - but that would make me sound a whole lot more experienced than the novice I actually was. It was true that I'd fumbled inside a few blouses and had my hand up a skirt or two but, living at home and without the independence of a car, opportunities had been few.

I was rescued by Connie. Emerging from the kitchen with my bacon and eggs, she said, "Don't be nosy, Reg. For all we know, it could have been his first one ever."

Before I had stopped to think, I had owned up. "As a matter of fact, it was." And then, getting bolder, I added, "But perhaps it will be a long time before I enjoy anything better."

There was a pause while Reg and Connie exchanged a glance that obviously meant something, because Reg then said, "And maybe it won't be so long. If that's what you'd like"

I didn't understand and said so.

"Well," said Reg, "when I was your age, it never crossed my mind to think that sex was anything other than what happened between two people, husband and wife if you like. Perhaps that's how you think about Connie and me."

I looked at them and, of course, he was right. My fantasies were all about the women with big tits in black underwear in girlie magazines. But there was Reg, centre parting, horn-rimmed spectacles, pencil moustache, cardigan, slacks and slippers; and there was Connie, short wavy brown hair, features that were pretty but not startling, largish bosom (I now observed), patterned apron over a grey-green frock. What did sex mean to them? I soon found out.

"Connie and I," said Reg, "we like sex. Best thing there is. The more you get, the more you enjoy it. And we decided a while ago, didn't we?" Connie nodded. "We decided there was no reason just to keep it to ourselves."

"As long as we were sensible," Connie said.

"Of course. But what brought it about was my job. I mean, when you spend your working day going from door to door sometimes there are - well, opportunities. A wife at home on her own who isn't getting all she would like, and has a way of letting you know it. Now don't get me wrong. This isn't going on all the time. But it's there every now and again. And you guessed, didn't you pet?"

Connie smiled at him but said nothing. Reg went on, "So we made a deal. If I got the offer, I could take it - as long as I told her all about it when I got home."

"Which he did," Connie confirmed.

"Mind you, not all of them - most of them, really - weren't as good at it as Connie. Not in the same class. And if I did find someone who did something a bit different, I'd just come home and teach Connie. So she's been getting better and better. See what I mean?"

Thinking back half an hour, I did.

"But then," said Reg, warming to his explanation, "I thought one day, what's sauce for the gander should be sauce for the goose. And that was when we started taking in lodgers."

So I wasn't the first to have had enhanced tea in bed on a Sunday morning. I tried to sound nonchalant as I said, "Yes, I see."

"And now you'd like to see more, would you?" While I fumbled for a reply, he went on, "Because Connie would like it. That's what she said when she came down just now: she said you were a nice young man but she thought you had a lot to learn. And I said, you mean we should teach him. And she said, yes, it would be nice. What do you think? Shall we give it a go?"

"If you're sure," I said. "I - well, I don't know if I'll be what you want."

"Don't worry. You'll be OK, won't he, pet?" Connie smiled in my direction and in that instant I felt my cock start to harden. "Go on," Reg said, "treat him to the red. Call us when you're ready." He gave her behind a slap as she disappeared towards the stairs.

Any embarrassment I might have felt when the two of us were left alone didn't communicate itself. Reg simply carried on where he'd left off. "The only thing I'd say is, don't be shy. Don't be put off because there are three of us. Connie will make sure no one is left out, and she'll be lapping it up. Fucks like a rabbit, she does. Keeps coming as long as you can put it up her."

When the call came summoning us, Reg had one more piece of advice. "This will be good - take my word for it. And in future, bear in mind we have a deal, Connie and me. So if you want to do her, that'll be fine. All I'd ask is that when you do, make sure you give her a real seeing-to. Because that's what she likes. Take your time, but really give it to her."

In the bedroom Connie was an invitation in red. On her back on the bed in red bra, suspenders, knickers and stockings, arms and legs spread wide. Reg went straight to her and put his hand between her legs. He looked to me. "I knew it. Wet and willing. Connie's cunny at your service. Get your things off and get stuck in."

We were both soon naked. I tried not to look at Reg's cock too obviously, but I could see that he would be longer than me when he was fully aroused, but certainly not as thick. I began to understand why Connie would welcome being serviced by two men together.

Reg insisted that I should have the pleasure of undressing his wife. I needed a bit of help with the bra clasp, and then she lifted her hips so I could slide the knickers down. The first real-life cunt I had seen was surmounted by a triangle of neat brown hair that looked as though it must have been trimmed into shape.

"Suck her tits," Reg advised. "Those nipples will poke your eye out in a minute. I'll keep her going down below."

It was no exaggeration. Connie's round, full breasts were topped by dark, pointed nipples. As I applied my tongue, I felt them stiffen. She sighed and pressed my head against her. "Harder, dear. Really hard." A while later as I worked diligently on the rigid protuberances, "Yes. Like that." And then, quite suddenly, "Oh, yes..."

When I became aware that her body was begin to twist and buck, I left her breasts to look at Reg. He gave me a signal with his head that I should take his place between her legs. "Same again, pet?" he asked.

"As long he likes," Connie said. "I told you he'd be good." She closed her eyes and lay back waiting.

"Lick," Reg said in my ear. "If you get it right, she'll come for you."

Another first for me. I contemplated the swollen cunt lips a few inches from my face as I crouched down. They were already wet with her juices. Reg had obviously prepared her thoroughly. I let my tongue tip made tentative contact. I felt a tremor run through her pelvis. She thrust up to meet me. I began to lick, first one side, then the other, finding the taste very slightly salty. I pushed my tongue between the lips, firmly now, penetrating an inch or two. I was rewarded with a moan from somewhere above, and a husky whisper to Reg, "Tits, darling, do my tits."

Her husband clearly knew what was wanted, but what about me? From Connie's squirming movements and subtle pressure I guessed my tonguing of her most intimate parts was having an effect, but I was worldly-wise enough to know that somewhere between those folds was a clitoris that was supposed to hold the ultimate key to fulfilment. The solution was provided by Connie herself, probably sensing my untutored searching. I felt her hand slip down to part the cunt lips near the top. At once, my tongue encountered the hard little button.

"Oh yes, just there. Do it, give it to me!" Connie seemed to be losing control, though with hindsight now I rather think she was totally in charge, simply manipulating herself to orgasm on my desperately probing mouth. At any rate, the long wail that accompanied a clamping of her thighs and a convulsion between them suggested, even to my inexperience, that she wasn't acting.

That, however, was just the beginning. She apparently needed no time to recuperate before saying to Reg, "Fingering, darling, show him fingering."

Her husband held up his middle and index fingers, tight on each other, and inserted them where my tongue had been moments before. He took them out, licked them with obvious pleasure, and indicated that I should take over. "There's supposed to be a G-spot in there somewhere," he said. "If there is, we've never needed it and I don't suppose you will either. A good hard finger fuck, that's what she needs."

That wasn't difficult to understand, and I set to with a will, pushing two fingers in and out with what I felt was appropriate vigour. 

"That right, pet?" Reg asked. "Or more?"

"Yes, more." Connie was biting her lower lip. Reg, I now saw, was stroking a cock that had grown to its full length, the circumcised head protruding obscenely. I was now wholly absorbed into the erotic encounter that had sprung out of my innocent masturbation an hour earlier. If this was what sex meant for this apparently archetypical suburban couple, I wanted to be part of it. My cock was throbbing and I badly needed to get it into Connie, but there was a careful choreography to what we had started and I realised I had to be patient and play my part.

"More then," said Reg, holding up three fingers. "Faster. Harder, too. She can take it."

With three rigid fingers I started ramming them into Connie's cunt. She was very wet and took everything I could give her. Her hands came down and gripped her drawn-up knees as she bucked and writhed against the rhythm of my penetration. At last she, gave a little gasp and said, "Good - Reg is right. He knows what I like. Show him now, darling."

"More of the same," said Reg, "but slower, let your fingers rest inside. And lean back so I can join in."

I complied as best as I could with my fingers, waiting to see how Reg would participate, too. He came to kneel sideways to his wife, then lowered his head and began licking her clitoris while I continued the measured finger fuck. I marvelled at the way they combined, building the tension so very slowly, carrying Connie further and further towards a second explosion. When it arrived, Reg lifted his head so that Connie could reach down and grip my hand, imprisoning my fingers still inside her. I could feel the tremors of her orgasm as they subsided to a state of expectant rest.

"Good?" Reg asked, always conscious of his wife's emotions.

"Very," she said. "One of the best. But don't let is get away. Can you fuck me now." It was neither question nor invitation; it was a command. 

Reg made it plain that I should be the one. "Doggy," he said, "then on your back."

Connie knelt at the edge of the bed and I stood behind her. Reg, at her side, opened her arse cheeks for me to see the little brown aperture, then moved down to her cunt lips, spreading them in all their wetness. "In you go," he said. "Remember what I told you."

It wasn't easy. I knew what he meant - give her a good seeing-to. But I was new to all this and the sensation of those hot, slippery walls drawing in my cock was sheer bliss - but bliss I didn't know how to control. Crazy as it may seem, cricket was my salvation. I forced myself to think of an innings I had played the previous week-end, so that my mind and my cock were operating in parallel worlds. 




Education ... Education



Once again, Connie was brilliant, guessing the state I was in. While I hammered my cock into her, she reached back between her legs and frigged herself frenetically. Orgasm number three was less violent than its predecessors, and that helped me. As she shuddered, I pressed myself against her arse, held my cock inside her so there could be no friction, and finally conquered the urge to discharge.

As soon as I withdrew, she rolled on to her back and opened wide for what I knew had to be the last time. At least on this occasion. I lunged into her. I'm afraid it wasn't very delicate or deliberate, I just threw my cock back into that seductive warmth. Reg grasped her ankles and set them on my shoulders.

"Do it now," he said. "Doesn't matter if it doesn't take long. You've been brilliant. Just spunk up her as soon as you are ready."

He was right. I found that i could pull my cock out completely before burying it again, slapping against her mound with each thrust. But the contrast between the cool air outside and the furnace within was such that timing went. Connie scrabbled once more at her clit as I abandoned all sense of helping her and thought only of myself, forcing jet upon jet of cum into her cunt. As I did so I was aware of Reg fiercely jerking his cock until his own tribute spread in a pearly chain across the tits I had sucked with such delight.

It was indeed the end for the day but certainly not the last time three of us contorted our bodies on that bed. With experience, I grew more accomplished, Reg seemed to grow more approving, and Connie seemed to develop the ability to have more and more orgasms.

So that was my basic education, a memory that was never too far at the back of my thoughts, even when I was fucking Beverley. But seldom had it returned with such vivid impact as when it was triggered by the girl reporter. 

Later that day, Beverley enjoyed the full benefit.



Education of a City Boy



Reader alert. I have submitted this story into the BDSM category, but it could easily end up in either the Incest or Exhibitionist/Voyeur categories, as it has equal elements of all of those. This is not a sweet and romantic tale by any stretch of the imagination. Please do not continue if any of the above topics offend you. 

Inspired by and dedicated to Bob.

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Introduction. 

The year is 1970 and the place is a very rural area in upstate New York. For the vast majority of us, it's safe to say that we all have skeletons hidden somewhere in our closets. Things that have happened or things that we've done that we aren't exactly proud of. 

My name is Robert Adams and this story is my skeleton, so to speak. It happened in the summer of my 18th year. I was a virgin when the story began and I was still a virgin when it ended but it changed me forever in so many other ways. 

For thirty five years I've kept this story to myself, but it would never go away, not really. I thought that perhaps by telling the story I might finally be free of it at last, but the disturbing part is that I'm not really sure that's what I'm looking for. I'll tell my tale and let you, the reader decide. 

1. Welcome to the Neighborhood.

It was quite a culture shock when my family moved out of the city and bought an old farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere. My folks had always wanted to do something like this so when I graduated from high school they found this place, packed up and moved. Since I was going to be starting college in another month it didn't much matter to me, so I went along with them.

Not that they were going to be actual farmers or anything like that. It was just the idea of living out in the sticks that appealed to them. The old man was still going to keep his job with the insurance agency and commute the twenty five miles into the city each day. Mom would have plenty of room to do her gardening and canning. As for me, it didn't take me long to decide that this was a nice place to visit, but I sure as hell didn't want to live here.

My opinion of the place changed a little when I met Rebecca. Rebecca was my next door neighbor, but the meaning of this was a little different out there because next door was a half mile down the road. Her family lived on a real farm, unlike our faux farm, with actual crops and animals. Her father also did small engine repairs, or so the sign in front of their house claimed.

Rebecca was the middle daughter of the three Brown girls. Her older sister Carol had moved away, so now it was just Rebecca and her younger sister Sandy with their mother and father taking care of that big place. We had met by chance at the local store and hit it off right away despite our obvious differences.

"You city folk sure are strange," Rebecca told me as we got to know each other better. "Why in the world would you move out here for no reason?"

I didn't have much of an answer for that, but when I explained how I was going to be going away to college in the fall Rebecca got this faraway look in her eye.

"That's what I'd like to do someday," Rebecca said wistfully.

"What, go to college?" I asked. "You should."

"No, move away from here," Rebecca said. "Heck, I didn't even graduate high school so I don't think college would want me. I had to drop out and work the farm after Carol went away."

Her older sister had apparently moved in with their grandmother for some reason that Rebecca wouldn't go into. This left her to work with her parents to keep the family going. This all made me feel kind of foolish, living out here like we were. What Rebecca made me feel was... horny.

I was a virgin, which was tough to be in 1970. The Summer of Love had never made it my way. I was very shy and awkward around girls in high school, and while I had fooled around with a lot of them, I was never able to convince any of them to go all the way.

Being about five foot nine and sort of skinny with long brown hair in the fashion of the times, I was no dreamboat but I guess I wasn't all that bad looking either. Rebecca didn't seem to mind, and we began to meet after dinner, each walking toward each other's houses and meeting somewhere in the middle. The first few times we sat around and talked, which was enjoyable to me. Rebecca looked up to me like I was some sharp city slicker who was hip to what was going on in the world. This struck me as hilarious, because where we lived before I was considered pretty square compared to most guys my age.

"Let's take a walk," Rebecca suggested one evening, and she led me through the field between our houses and back toward the railroad tracks way behind our property. 

There was a little stream back there that I wasn't aware existed, and it was really a pretty and secluded little place. Rebecca took my hand as we walked, and I was embarrassed when I realized how sweaty my palm was. Rebecca seemed not to notice, or if she did notice she didn't care, and we continued walking until we came to a tree that overlooked the stream.

Rebecca stopped next to the tree and looked at me, waiting patiently. Seeing that I was too dumb or shy to even move, Rebecca finally threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I came to my senses and took her in my arms and returned the affection.

Rebecca was about an inch or two shorter than I was, which made us a perfect fit as we ground our bodies together. I hadn't fully realized what an incredible body Rebecca had until then, since she dressed rather like a tomboy. She was about average in weight, but she felt incredibly muscular, no doubt at least in part to her physical tasks she did daily.

Her breasts felt pretty big as they pressed into me. It was obvious even through the plain clothing she always wore that she had a pretty good sized pair on her, but feeling them against my chest really confirmed that. We necked for a little while until it started to get dark.

"Got to get home" Rebecca announced, and we got ourselves straightened out and headed back out to the road.

The bulge in my jeans was pretty prominent despite my rather modest endowment, and the little damp spot that my drooling dick had caused made it even more obvious. Rebecca noticed it and giggled.

"Did I cause that?" she giggled as she stated the obvious. "Maybe next time I can take care of that!" she announced, and with a kiss on the cheek and skipped away down the road toward her home.

I watched her shapely behind disappear down the road and then began shuffling toward my place. When I got home I made as little small talk with the folks as possible before heading up to my room.

I locked the door behind me and got undressed before climbing onto my bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about Rebecca. Looking down at my erection, I realized that this was something that needed to be taken care of or else I would never get any sleep.

I took my boner in my fist and began stroking it slowly, trying to imagine it was Rebecca doing it. Maybe she hadn't been with many other guys, so she wouldn't realize how little my cock was, I thought hopefully. Since it was about six inches it wasn't real small, but I sure wished it was bigger, probably much like every other guy does.

Thinking of Rebecca made my orgasm come quickly. I pulled my cock back toward me as I came, trying to control the mess I made as the warm jets of cum squirted onto my stomach. Maybe tomorrow night Rebecca would be doing this to me, I wondered hopefully as I cleaned myself up as best I could. Maybe even more than that.

2. Back to "our place".

The next evening we ended up back at the tree and made out with even more enthusiasm than the previous night. I got to feel Rebecca's breasts, albeit through her blouse and bra, and they were even bigger than I had imagined. They felt like they were the size of footballs, and just as firm. 

Rebecca stopped me from getting under the blouse, but was happy to let me continue groping them from outside. My dick was as stiff as it could be, and I squirmed to give the little guy some room in my jeans.

As I wiggled, Rebecca's hand came from around my neck and found the bulge in my pants. I was stunned momentarily, but when her hand squeezed my dick I came. 

"Aaaarrrgh!" I moaned, as my orgasm exploded inside my underwear.

Rebecca seemed shocked at first, but then started rubbing harder and faster when she caught on to what was happening. I held her close to me as my orgasm subsided, far too humiliated to look at her. Rebecca giggled when she saw my red face.

"Don't be embarrassed," Rebecca said as she took her hand off of the large stain in the front of my jeans. "I guess it means you like me!"

"You figured that out, huh?" I said sheepishly.

"Well, maybe tomorrow we can get each other excited. It's Saturday so I can probably sneak away. Can you meet me here around two?"

"Try and stop me!" I told Rebecca excitedly.

3. Saturday afternoon. 

I wasn't at the tree at 2 o'clock Saturday afternoon. I was there at 1. Rebecca arrived a little before 2, and I watched her as she cut across the field, her long strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her smiling face lit up even more when she spotted me.

Rebecca was wearing a denim shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and it occured to me that this was the first time I had ever seen any part of her body besides her hands, feet and above her collarbone. She had a farmer's tan, with the skin bronze on her arms from the bicep down, pure white above. Her arms were muscular and shapely, the pale light hair on her forearms fairly twinkled in the bright sunshine.

She had tight denim shorts on, revealing her incredibly sculptured legs to me for the first time as well. Rebecca lept into my arms as we met, her body churning into me with an almost animal-like passion. In minutes we were on the ground rolling around. After we necked for a minute, my hands found their way under her blouse and this time Rebecca didn't stop me. Quite to the contrary.

"Wait" Rebecca said softly, and she unbuttoned her blouse.

Rebecca reached behind herself and began unhooking her brasierre. As she undid the hooks, Rebecca's arms raised slightly, revealing that she didn't shave under her arms. Abundantly thick tufts of strawberry blonde hair fairly exploded from her armpits, the sight of which made my excitement grow even stronger.

The last hook undone, Rebecca's breasts lurched out of their harness. Even bigger than I imagined, her massive torpedo-like breasts stood straight out, begging to be touched. I cupped her incredible breasts, feeling the pale pink nipples stiffen in my palms as I admired them.

I leaned over and kissed the pebbly surface of the aureola, pausing to suck on the thick pegs of her nipples as my hands cupped her breasts. The back of my fingers grazed the hair that peeked out from under her arm, which got Rebecca's attention.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that Bob. Guess you're used to city girls" Rebecca said as she raised her arms briefly.

"Don't be sorry" I said eagerly as I reached over and ran my fingers through the dense thickets under her arms. "Besides, a lot of hippie girls don't shave their armpits back there. I love it. In fact, I've never seen anything so sexy before in my life!"

With that, I impulsively leaned toward Rebecca and kissed her underarm. The soft and slightly damp hair was lightly scented and incredibly erotic to me as my lips and tongue explored further, much to Rebecca's delight.

"Ooooooh!" Rebecca moaned lightly as I moved to her other side, and she eagerly granted me access by raising her other arm. "That's so nice! Here... let me."

Rebecca leaned me back onto the ground and undid my belt. I raised my hips to allow her to get my pants down further. My underwear came down with the jeans, and I felt the cool grass on my buttocks as my dick sprang into view.

"Sorry it's so little" I said with shame as Rebecca's hand enveloped it.

"It's not little, it's nice" Rebecca said, and as she did she bent over it and took it into her mouth.

As Rebecca's full wet lips slid down my aching dick, I fought the urge to cum. Her head slowly bobbed up and down my cock until she was soon taking it all, right down to my pubic hair. My nuts were rolling softly in Rebecca's palm as she sucked with a greater intensity.

How I wanted this to last forever, I thought as my hand reached down to play with her breasts, but I was way too horny... too excited.

"Rebecca... I'm going to... " I stuttered.

Instead of pulling back, Rebecca's mouth slid all the way down my shaft as I came. She sucked furiously as I felt myself ejaculate down her throat, and she didn't stop sucking until she was satisfied that she had drained me dry.

I lay on my back, looking at the sun peeking through the leaves of the tree, thinking about how wonderful it was to be alive and to have experienced such a wonderful thing such as this. My mind raced to thinking about what I should do to make Rebecca happy. 

Would she let me go down on her? I had done that once before to a girl and had loved doing it. Would she let me make love to her? I had no protection on me, that much I knew. The condom I had carried faithfully in my wallet for years had finally rotted away recently. What should I do?

As Rebecca idly stroked my now limp dick in her hand, gently pulling and rubbing the sticky tip, my mind was made up for me. I still remember that shrill sound today after all these years.

4. "Oh-oh! I'M TELLING!!!" 

The screeching voice, belonging to Rebecca's kid sister Sandy, woke me out of my daze. Rebecca bolted upright, trying to pull her blouse together as the kid ran away through the field and toward their home.

"Sandy!!! Wait.... shit!" Rebecca screamed as she ran after her in what seemed like sheer terror.

I pulled my pants back up and ran after them both, as embarrassed as you might expect about being caught with my pants down like that. The mass hysteria did seem like a bit much because after all, Rebecca and I were of legal age. What was the harm in what we had done?

Sandy got to their back door a step ahead of Rebecca, with me trailing close behind. We all sort of charged into the Brown family kitchen and stopped abruptly. A heavyset and stern looking woman who I assumed was Rebecca's mother was at the sink doing dishes and looked startled at our abrupt entrance.

"What in tarnation is all this screaming?" she demanded.

"I saw Rebecca playing with her boyfriend!" Sandy squealed, stretching out every word in an annoying sing-songy voice.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, GIRL?" a voice bellowed from the basement, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps climbing the stairs.

The voice that sounded like the great and powerful Oz was that of the father, and while I prayed with all my might that the person didn't match the terrifying voice, it did. In spades. The man that emerged from the cellar was a scowling man in his forties wearing bib overalls and no shirt. He had to be about six foot three and had muscles on muscles, and his skull seemed intent on exploding out of his bald head when he was mad, which was now. Not the kind of guy you would want to meet in a dark alley, and even less so in this situation. He looked at me like I was something that he had scraped off the bottom of his shoe, which was what I felt like.

"Rebecca and her boyfriend were in the way back down by the stream, and he had his pants down and Rebecca was playin' with his thing!" Sandy breathlessly said while looking very proud of herself.

"Daddy, it's not like it sounds... let me explain," Rebecca choked out through her sobs.

"Get out!" her father said glancing at me, and while he didn't yell it, it seemed like the cups rattled in the cupboard when he spoke.

"Mr. Brown..." was as far as I got in way of my explanation, because the look he gave me left no doubt that he didn't want to hear anything from me.

"Best be on you way young man" Rebecca's mother said, looking none too pleased with me either.

I looked at everybody in panic and confusion before I reached back for the handle of the door and opened it while backing out.

"I... I ... I'm sorry... really sorry everybody" I stammered weakly before adding, "I'll see you, Rebecca".

"NO YOU WON'T!" bellowed the old man as I let the door close behind me.

I stood on the porch for a minute listening to Rebecca crying uncontrollably, not knowing what to do.

"Get out to the barn, Rebecca!" her father commanded. "I'll be there directly."

"DADDY PLEASE!" Rebecca wailed futily.

"His will be done" I heard her mother say, and the way she said it made it unclear to me exactly which of the two possibilities "His" was.

I scurried off the porch as I heard the creaking noise of the screen door opening, and when Rebecca came out onto the porch she was visibly shaken and upset. She looked at me as I stood there shaking my head and mouthing to her how sorry I was. She waved her hand weakly and mouthed the word go to me, before heading off like a woman going to the the electric chair. To the barn.

4. The barn. 

I should have gone home then. Why I didn't surprises me still to this day, but as Rebecca disappeared into the barn, I ran around the side of the house and went way around until I found myself at the back of the rickety old building. There were many ill fitting boards and little knot holes that afforded me a perfect view of the inside of the barn, so I picked one and stood there watching Rebecca standing alone in the middle of the structure.

I was going to call out to her, to reassure her or comfort her, but the door swung open just then and her father entered. I leaned back as a reflex action when I saw him even though I was fairly certain that I could not be seen from where I was.

"What are you waiting for?" her father asked.

"Daddy, it's not as bad as Sandy made it sound," Rebecca insisted.

I personally had thought that we had gotten off easy, since her sister had apparently arrived too late for Rebecca's oral assualt on me, and had only told of the pulling on my dick.

"Was Sandy lying?" he asked loudly.

"No, but..." was all Rebecca got out.

"Then shut up and take your clothes off. NOW!" he thundered. "The longer it takes the madder I get, and the madder I get the worse it will be for you!"

I stood dazed as Rebecca started undressing, wondering what kind of father makes their daughter take her clothes off in front of him. He seemed to not be paying any attention to his daughter, but just went over and pulled a rope off the wall, throwing one end of it over a support beam above them.

Rebecca was now naked and stood waiting while her father did something to the ropes, apparently making some kind of loop in the one end that he bound around her wrists. After binding Rebecca's wrists to his apparent satisfaction he took a red and white kerchief out of his pocket and tied it around Rebecca's head as a blindfold.

Her father reached down for the other end of the rope and pulled on it, causing Rebecca's arms to jerk violently upward. He continued to pull the rope over the beam until Rebecca was fully extended with her arms straight up. Even at that point he pulled it some more until Rebecca cried out, standing now unsteadily on her toes while he tied his end of the rope onto a post.

The sunlight streamed through the drafty barn, the faint dust drifting like snow through the sunbeams, allowing me to see all too clearly the horrible predicament Rebecca was in even before he turned on the overhead light. I could also hear far too well her frightened sobbing as she stood there naked and blind, awaiting something that I could not believe I was seeing. 

Despite my feelings of dread over what I was seeing, I was hypnotized by the sight of my Rebecca hanging from the rafters. Rebecca had her back to me and she had to stay on her toes because the rope was strung so high, so every muscle in her body rippled as she tried to keep her balance. It was like an anatomy lesson with her leg muscles straining mightily, her tight buttocks taut and her surprisingly broad back incredibly well defined. My hand went down to my zipper as if it had a mind of its own, and after I had pulled out my dick I began to slowly stroke it as I watched.




Education of a City Boy



Her father was walking around her, now looking at his daughter in an entirely different way. In his hand was what seemed to be a branch from a tree, and he waved it through the air as he circled Rebecca, the whooshing sound causing her to cringe. The heat of the barn must have been oppressive because Rebecca's body was glistening with perspiration after just these few minutes, and sweat rolled down her face as well. Probably mixed with tears at this point I figured.

"So, now I have another slut in the family, eh?" he bellowed as he slowly slid the branch across Rebecca's back, leaving a gray stain where it had passed across Rebecca's densely freckled upper torso.

"NO!" Rebecca screamed. "We were just playing around Daddy, I swear!"

"Tell me everything you did. No lies either," he said sternly.

To my disbelief, as he said that he shrugged the shoulder straps off his overalls and they worked their way down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and pulled down his faded old boxer shorts, which left him naked, still circling Rebecca like a predator.

I must confess my utter ignorance regarding sexual matters at this point. Up until then, the only man I had even seen naked and aroused was me. What I saw before me now bore no relation to what I was familiar with.

When he came into my view, I let out a gasp that I feared might have made my presence known. Rebecca's father was huge, and I'm not just referring to his impressive physique. Even to this day, I've never seen anything like it, and although I know some images change with time, this is not one of them.

Her father's cock swung in front of him like a flagpole. Impossibly thick and of a length that defied belief, his uncircumsized member bobbed in front of him as he stalked Rebecca. The sight of this incredible thing momentarily distracted me from staring at Rebecca, so mesmorized was I by this unbelievable sight.

"We were just messing around under the tree, was all," Rebecca said.

Whoosh and crack! The branch whistled throught the air and landed at the base of Rebecca's spine, causing me to wince and her to howl in pain as her body contorted from the blow.

"What does that mean, messing?"

"He... he... he was playing with my... you know."

"Your bosoms? Was he playing with your bosoms?"

"Yes Daddy."

Whoosh and crack! Rebecca twisted and cried in response.

"What else?"

"I... I... just messed around with him some. Daddy, my wrists really hurt. It's too tight."

"Then get this over with," he demanded. "You played with his manhood, is that right?"

"Yes Daddy."

"What else? Did you put him into your mouth?"

"Uh... yes Daddy."

"YOU DAMN SLUT!!!" he howled and swung the branch around viciously, the sound of the impact much louder than the others.

Rebecca's scream was much louder that time too, and her knees seemed to give out as she recoiled from the blow, which left her dangling by her wrists for a moment. Her father came over and pulled her up roughly before going back to his original position. That smack left a bright red streak across her back diagonally that looked like it broke the skin.

"Please Daddy don't... no more!" Rebecca begged.

"What else? Did you take his spunk into your mouth when you pleasured him? Did you taste his seed?"

"Daddy please!"

"DID YOU???"

"Yes Daddy."

"SLUT!!! PIG!!!" 

His voice seemed to echo in that dusty barn as he delivered a series of savage blows to Rebecca's back, and her body contorted and twisted with each slash of the stick. The last blow snapped the end of the stick off, leaving her crying as she dangled helplessly before him, her knees giving out on her from the pain.

"GET UP!" he yelled and as he did he grabbed Rebecca by her nipples and yanked upwards. This gave Rebecca the incentive to get back on her toes once again.

I was filled with such a variety of feelings that to this day I find it tough to describe. I was disgusted, so much so that I wanted to rush in and come to her rescue, knowing full well that this behemouth would snap me in two if I did. But if I was so repulsed by what I was witnessing, how was I to explain the fact that I was continuing to stroke myself all the while?

He spun Rebecca around to face him, which gave me a reprieve from looking at the plethora of welts across Rebecca's back. As he did, I noticed that he had put the stick aside and that made me grateful, if only for a moment.

When he did, I saw that he had replaced the branch in his hand with something else. His cock. He had that log of his in his fist and was slowly stroking it, the colossal mushroom shaped head sliding in and out of view from beneath the foreskin, while he leered at his blindfolded daughter

"How about down here? Did you give him your gift?" he grunted and as he said that his hand reached down and grabbed a fistful of Rebecca's dense pubic hair, twisting the golden curls in his powerful calloused hands.

"NO, DADDY!" Rebecca insisted. "I'm still pure, I swear!"

He ran his hand through her pubic hair for a minute until suddenly he swiveled to the side. As he did, I watched him grab the base of his member tightly. Thick jets of cum spurted out of him, the first few ejaculations traveling several feet in front of him before tapering off to a dribble at his feet. He grunted as he squeezed out the last few drops and spread the cum around the dirt and hay with his foot to make it disappear.

"Why do you make me do this to you?" he said sadly to his sobbing daughter who was still blind to what was going on around her.

5. Just when you think it's over. 

As he walked behind his daughter, I surveyed the side of the barn in front of me. My own seed was sprayed over the faint brick colored wood, the result of an orgasm that had taken place a little before Rebecca's father did. I put my dick away, mortified that I had done such a thing, before looking back into the barn.

Her father was playing with the rope, and I was happy that he was finally going to let her go. Unfortunately, he was only adjusting it so that Rebecca was able to stand somewhat comfortably flat-footed, her arms still suspended over her head. I wondered to myself exactly what else could he do to the poor girl. I didn't have all that long to wonder.

"This is all for your own good, you know that Rebecca" her father said as he came over to her with a bottle of Cornhuskers lotion in hand.

Rebecca said nothing, but sighed as her father took some of the lotion and spread it over her back. She was facing me and I felt myself touched by this strange affection he was showing toward Rebecca. No matter how ravaged Rebecca's back may have been, her front remained almost flawless. Little smudges around her nipples from where he had grabbed her was the only evidence of his wretched abuse. Those massive breasts of hers were still awe-inspiring. They were so very firm despite their impressive size, but the suspending of her arms above her head made them stick out even further.

I hadn't gotten the chance to get a good look below her waist before, but Rebecca had an wild forest of golden pussy hair, extending almost to her navel and fanning out in a wide and dense triangle. I felt myself stir in my pants as the sight of Rebecca aroused me even in this situation.

"You know I can't have happen to you what happened to your sister" her father said while he continued to lotion her back. "Remember how happy we all were before she let herself be taken by that no-good son of a bitch? Now she's got a little bastard and there's no life ahead for either of them. I can't let that happen again. I won't."

He stepped back and poured a handful of the lotion in his palm before tossing it aside. Now instead of standing back from Rebecca, he was right behind her. He was still naked just like her, and so she had to feel that thing of his rubbing up against her. How crazy was this? 

"Carol had the same problem as you do" her father said.

His hands came from behind her and cupped Rebecca's breasts. She didn't seem to so much as flinch, but even if she did it wasn't nearly as much as I did when I saw those gigantic paws come around and cup Rebecca's breasts.

"Carol had a big bosom too, you remember?" he said while he kneaded Rebecca's breasts from behind.

Even those huge hands of his had all they could do to handle what Rebecca had to offer, and I watched her slowly sway in response to her father's touch.

"Carol's breasts weren't as big as yours are, Rebecca. Not nearly so, and you recall how the boys all chased her around. With breasts the size of yours, it'll be even worse for you. Big breasts attract the wrong kind of men... perverts and the like. You have to resist temptation, you hear me Rebecca? Never give in! Stay pure."

Rebecca nodded as her breasts kept getting manipulated roughly. Her father's hands gradually slid over and caressed Rebecca's armpits. The very same places I had so gently kissed and stroked earlier now had his grubby fingers roughly raking through the thick matted hair that filled the sweaty hollows under her arms. He leaned around Rebecca and ran his tongue through her armpit before nuzzling her neck and shoulders.

"Oh my word... you're so much more of a woman than Carol was, or ever will be," he moaned loudly. "So much more so in every way."

He had Rebecca in a bear hug of sorts and he was grinding himself into her with an animal-like intensity while she could only hang there and submit to his wishes.

Inside that barn, a naked man was humping up against his naked daughter. She was hanging by her wrists and being forced to take his abuse. Me, I was outside looking in with my head spinning and my dick as hard as blue steel.

6. The encore. 

Her father went back and undid the rope, throwing it back over the beam. His cock was hard once again, and looked even angrier than it did before. Rebecca undid her wrists from the rope, rubbing the raw red skin gingerly as she stood there still blindfolded.

Her father put her arm around her shoulder and they started walking in my direction, which caused my heart to skip a beat. They stopped about five feet from the wall I was standing behind, and he had Rebecca kneel on something. 

She was following him around like she knew what was going to happen, and as he positioned her so that her bottom was sticking way up in the air, I thought she was going to get spanked. It was sadly amusing that I had though that was what this was all going to be about in the beginning.

He had retrieved the bottle of lotion and squirted his cock with it. He liberally applied the milky fluid over his swollen tool, the intricate system of veins that bulged along the shaft now clearly visible. Impossible as it seemed, his cock was even more intimidating up close. It was so thick that even his gigantic hand couldn't reach around it. It had to be well over twice the size of mine in every way.

With another handful of lotion, he began rubbing it between Rebecca's buttocks. Not that, I remember thinking, because even though I didn't have a clue as to what anal sex was, I was sure that this couldn't be possible. Now I was watching as this guy was cramming his index finger into Rebecca's butt. I couldn't see the actual penetration from my angle and I was just as happy about that, especially when he crammed yet another finger in.

"Oh Daddy, it hurts me so much that way" Rebecca cried and whimpered. "Please let me pleasure you the other way, with my mouth. You like that, don't you?"

He was having none of that and instead crouched over Rebecca, almost like he was going to ride her. Seeing Rebecca down on all fours with her pendulous breasts hanging down and her creamy white butt sticking up was an incredibly erotic sight. This picture of beauty contrasted so drastically with the sight of the muscular giant towering above her, stroking his enormous tool in his fist while openly salivating at the sight of poor Rebecca's vulnerable opening.

Holding his cock by the base tightly as he squatted over her, he put the bulbous head of his weapon at his target and pushed it in a little. The rest of his body stayed absolutely motionless as he worked his cock into Rebecca with his hand, almost like he was using a plunger. 

He must have managed to get the head of that thing into her ass the same time an unearthly howl came out of Rebecca, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The kerchief had fallen off her sweat-drenched face, revealing only the whites of her eyes as they rolled back in her head. She was unrecognizable to me. Rebecca's face was so crimson it was almost purple, and every vein in her face and neck was bulging and throbbing as he calmly worked the tip of his dick inside her.

He began pushing more and more of his weapon into her, and her screams grew louder with each thrust. Soon he was crouched over her much like a jockey, thrusting savagely while trying to get as much of himself into her as he could, with no thought of what damage he might be doing. Rebecca's mouth was now open in a demented scream contortion but no sound came out, as it seemed she was beyond pain and in another world altogether. The only sound I could hear now besides my heavy breathing was the loud slapping noise his oversized balls made as they hit Rebecca between her legs each time he drove into her. 

Her father began snorting and grunting in an almost feral display of lust while his eyes bulged out of his head. I prayed for a quick ending to this but it was not to be, as he wildly humped Rebecca without mercy for what seemed like an eternity.

Mercifully, her father finally made some loud guttural grunts and Rebecca's body lurched in response to the orgasm that was erupting inside of her. It was about that time when I came myself. In my pants, with my hands nowhere near. I can no better explain it today than I could have then.

In complete and utter shame I turned and walked away from the barn, never wanting to return, so embarrassed was I of myself and my own reactions to the horrors I had just witnessed. Perhaps if I had been paying attention to where I was going I wouldn't have almost run into the woman that had been standing only a few feet away from me for I don't know how long. Her mother.

"Seen enough?" she said sternly.

I spun away from her as fast as I could and began running blindly toward the field.

"This ain't the city, boy" she called out to my back. "Best you keep that in mind."

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Education of a Curious Domme



Susan pulled her car up to the head-in parking space at the curb a half block from the address she had been given. On her cell, she called the number she had been given, and after a couple of rings, a woman's voice answered, "Hello, is that you, Susan?" 

"Yes, I'm here, parked a couple of doors down the street."

"OK, come on over, knock on the door, and I'll let you in." 

Susan clicked the phone off, turned off her car, and took a deep breath as she exited and locked the car and put the keys in her black patent leather purse. She was anxious, but even more excited. She was about to commence exploring the world of female domination. She got out of the car and looked around nervously. There was no one on the sidewalk, so she walked pretty quickly with her head down toward the door of her destination. It was the end of a row of connected houses in an urban residential neighborhood. The building seemed like it was 50 years old or older, with a brick façade, and had more than one story.

Susan was a real estate agent, which gave her a lot of flexibility in her schedule. She had enjoyed a series of male lovers, and two lesbian friends, but wasn't hooked up with anyone now.

It was late afternoon on a sunny, warm, early fall weekday. Susan was wearing a black stretchy sleeveless sheath dress with a tucked in waist that emphasized her curves and a scoop collar that showed off her cleavage. The dress came to about 3 inches above her knees. She was about 5'8" and had a fairly voluptuous figure and very shapely ass. 

Underneath, she had on black stretchy thong panties, and a sporty low cut black bra that supported her large heavy firm breasts. She could feel her nipples were erect and excited, and the heat and moisture between her legs. Her jewelry, rings and accessories were all gold colored. Her light brown hair was cut in a short shag, she had brown eyes, and her makeup was fairly heavy, so she looked a little on the slutty side. She was wearing black patent leather wide base high heels that clicked on the sidewalk as she approached her destination. She was wearing no stockings or panty hose. 

Susan went up to the door and knocked. From inside she heard, "Susan, is that you?"

"Yes" she replied. The door was opened inward and she stepped to the left into a little foyer. The door was closed behind her, and revealed her hostess, Mistress Collette. 

'Welcome, I'm Mistress Collette', she said with a smile. Collette was wearing ankle strap black high heels, black panties and seamed stockings with a garter belt, and a black bustier above which her breasts and nipples protruded. She had thick glossy black hair worn in a page boy style, and piercing blue eyes reminiscent of Katy Perry. She closed the exterior door and opened the interior door and led Susan inside into a room with wall to wall carpet that probably had been a sitting room or parlor in the past. 

The room was good sized with a high ceiling and a chandelier hanging in the middle. At the end of the room, seated in a swivel chair facing the room in front of a desk that faced the wall, was Goddess Scorpion, who was the owner of the premises, known as Goddess Scorpion's Chambers. Around the perimeter there were comfortable looking sofas and chairs, and a few tables. Along an interior wall was a staircase that led to the second floor.

Mistress Collette shook Susan's hand and they air kissed. "We're going to have some fun today. Are you excited?"

"Yes, very much so," Susan replied. 

Two women other than Scorpion were seated on the sofas. One was Caucasian and one was African American. They were both attired in black leather and vinyl domme style clothing. They had their high heel shoes off for comfort, and were messing with tablet computers, with cell phones at their sides. They were introduced as Mistress Jasmine and Mistress Hildegarde. They smiled and waved hello. 

Kneeling near the middle of the floor was the Caucasian slaveboy to be used this afternoon. Although you couldn't tell from its posture, it was about 40 years old, was about 5'11" tall, and weighed about 185 pounds. It had a leather half hood strapped on its head, with a leather blindfold on under the hood. Its hair under the hood was light brown, and cut pretty short. It had no other hair on its body, as it was kept shaved regularly. 

A leather collar was buckled around its neck and padlocked shut with various stainless steel rings in place on the collar. Leather ankle and wrist restraints were buckled in place, and it was barefoot and naked except for the fetishwear. Its forehead and nose were on the floor, hands palm down alongside its head, and its ass was up in the air with its legs and feet spread apart. Its ass was bruised and reddened, and showed signs of many welts in various states of healing. It clearly took regular beatings. In its Tramp Stamp spot just above its ass cheeks, the word 'SLAVE' was tattooed in black gothic letters. Its balls were pulled back behind it between its legs, tightly clamped into a Humbler, restraining the balls behind it. The hairless shaven scrotum skin was stretched and shiny. The ball sac also was bruised black and blue and had yellowish welts that looked like they had come from a cane. Susan looked at the slave and smiled nervously. This was something new for her to see. 

Susan had never done any BDSM activities before - she was here to try things out. Like many women, she had been intrigued by Fifty Shades of Grey, and read the series. It excited her, but she was curious for more information. She had started doing BDSM searches on the Web, and had found the Elise Sutton site, which she read and found interesting. Further searches led her to the XHamster site with various free videos in different sex genres. To her surprise, she found that she was more excited by the FemDom videos and sites such as ClubDom than she was by sites and videos for female submission, and she masturbated her clit to orgasm watching them. She realized she had never liked being fucked by cocks, preferring to have her cunt, clit, asshole and nipples tongue worshipped orally to orgasm. She liked looking at cock and ball tortures, and was looking forward to beating a slave's cockhead and balls. 

During her searches, she had come across Goddess Scorpion's website. The Goddess ran a successful BDSM FemDom Chambers in Susan's home city. When Susan looked around in Scorpion's site, she was intrigued to find that that Scorpion's site indicated she owned a male slave who could be made available for training and use by women trying to learn if they really had a domme side. Susan had called Scorpion and was surprised to learn that the cost of a 'try it out' session was only $50. This was because the slave actually paid the full tribute needed for the session as if it was a regular client at Scorpion's. The $50 fee was just a 'no bullshit' charge to make sure the visiting woman was actually interested. 

Scorpion's practice with a new experimenter was to have her come in and work with an experienced domme for 3 or 4 hours to get familiar with domination. That was what Mistress Collette was there for. She would show Susan what could be done, how to do it, and how to establish control over the slave and how to abuse it. If it went well, there could be more sessions later.

"OK, now let's meet Goddess Scorpion." Collette led Susan over to Scorpion, and they also shook hands and air kissed. 

"Welcome. Do you have your little tribute?" Susan gave Scorpion the envelope with the $50 in it. "Great!. Collette will get you started." 

They walked back toward the middle of the room. Collette picked up a chain dog leash and a cane from a small table containing various bondage and torture toys. She walked over to the slaveboy, and attached the leash to the slaveboy collar. "'Susan, this slaveboy is named 'slutass', but you can just call it 'slave'. I'm going to lead it over to you, and it will greet you by kissing each of your shoes 10 times. After each kiss, I will use this cane to apply a hard stroke to its balls. When that is done, slutass will then thoroughly lick each of your shoes. Later we can start you off caning its ass - I'll show you how. OK?" Susan nodded 'yes', and Collette pulled slutass by the chain to crawl in front of Susan. "Slutass, start kissing our guest's shoes, ten times each. Stop after each kiss, count the number of the kiss, and wait until I hit your balls m for the next kiss. Then thank me when you're done, and you can continue with shoe licking. Got it, slutass?" 

"Yes, Mistress Collette," the slave replied. 

The blindfolded slave located the left shoe in front of it, leaned forward, kissed it and said "One." Collette then raised the cane and hit the slave's balls hard with an audible smack as the cane whistled through the air. Susan was shocked at how hard MISTRESS COLLETTE hit the slave's balls. The slave gasped and applied the next kiss, and said "Two". It was rewarded with another hard smack, and the process continued. 

Collette said "Susan, you can see the slave is pretty well trained. It has no safe word - it cannot ask for mercy under any circumstances. Its also forbidden to speak at any time except in response to a question or command, although it can make noises and grunts of pain as it is beaten or tortured." 

When the tenth stroke to the slave's balls had been delivered, it shifted to Susan's right shoe and began again at number one. The ball beating continued. Susan was almost stunned at the welts coming up on the ball sac. When the second shoe was done, the slave lowered its nose and forehead back to the ground to await its next command. 

"Susan, now as it licks your shoes, I'm going to just cane its ass. Most newbie dommes tend to be far too gentle in dealing with a slave. A good way to tell if you are doing it with enough force is seeing it you are raising welts. You should hit it hard enough that each blow raises a color mark or welt. It that is not happening, you are not hitting the meat hard enough. So watch as I lay into it as it licks your entire shoe. Slave, start licking our guest's shoes, making sure you lick the entire thing, including the heel. Don't stop until you are finished. And Susan, when it is done with this or any other task, it automatically returns to the kow-tow position, with its nose and forehead on the floor and its ass up in the air, legs and feet spread apart." 

"Yes, Mistress Collette," replied the slave and opened its mouth and began to tongue and lick the toe of the shoe. It worked around to both sides and back to the heel, tonguing as it went, and working up and down the heel while Collette vigorously applied the cane to its ass. She went somewhat slowly, but hit hard and made sure each blow produced a loud smack, and she waited a second between blows to see if she was bring up color and the beginning of a new welt. By the time the slave finished the second shoe and resumed its kow-tow, she had hit its ass between 20 and 30 times, and fresh marks were criss crossed on both cheeks all over the slave meat. 

"OK, Susan, lets get to know this slavemeat a little better." She detached the leash from the collar and led Susan over to 2 wooden captain type chairs near the wall. There was a small table between them, and various bondage toys and a couple of glasses were on it. They sat down and Collette ordered "slutass, get over here." The slave crawled over and knelt between the women in front of them in the kow-tow position. 

"Susan, its important to establish the submissiveness of the slave by using its mouth in various ways. You've already seen it will kiss and lick your shoes. This one is good at licking and sucking toes and in between them. But there are other things that can be fun. Why don't you spit as much as you can into that glass? When Susan had done so, Collette ordered the slave to kneel up, and open its mouth and stick out its tongue. As it had been trained, its hands were palm up on its thighs, torso straight up and down, knees spread wide apart, and its head was tilted back with its mouth open wide and its tongue out as far as it could get it. Susan was seated on the left side of the slave. 

Collette told her to put her left hand on the slave's face, and to take a small piece of cloth off the table, and use it with her right hand so she could get a good grip on the slave's tongue and pull it out as far as she could get it. "Now twist it and shake it from side to side. Do it roughly. Have you ever held a tongue before?" Susan shook her head no, and giggled. She pinched the tongue between her thumb and fingers with the cloth, and pulled. She was surprised at how the tongue wiggled in her fingers, like she was holding a live fish trying to escape her grip, and the slave grunted and moaned with pain. 

"Did you like that?" Susan shook her head 'yes' and giggled some more. "Now put down the cloth after drying the tongue, and using your thumbnail, drive it into the top of the tongue while grabbing and pulling it out, twisting, and tugging and shaking its head from side to side. Be very rough - you want the tongue to be stretched and sore, and the slave to be moaning." Susan stood up, put her left hand on the top of the slave's forehead, and leaned hard into pulling the tongue out and twisting it and turning and shaking the slave's head, while trying to drive her thumbnail into the tongue. 

This was a new concept for her. Susan really liked to control and power she felt over the slave with a grip on its tongue, and enjoyed how submissive the slave was. Collette said, "You are going to get to do many things with all its holes, and its mouth is very versatile." 

Susan sat down and the slave resumed its position with its head back and tongue out. At Q's suggestion, she picked up the glass and poured her spit onto the tongue and into the slave's open mouth. Collette said, :Its not allowed to swallow unless you tell it to do so. You smoke, don't you?" 

"Yes," Susan answered. 

"Have you ever had a slave ashtray?"

"No," said Susan grinning, "but I've seen some in videos. It looks very submissive."

"Oh, it is. Well let's light up. It's best if you use actual matches for this kind of stuff." She picked up a pack of matches and lit her cigarette. She shook the match out, and pushed the match onto the slave's tongue, and left it there. "Don't swallow it slave," she ordered. Susan lit up the same way, and also shook her match out and shoved it onto the slave's tongue. "Now, when you need to flick your ashes, just do it into the slave ashtray, like this." Collette put her cigarette right over the slave's extended tongue, and flicked her ashes onto it. "You try it." 

Susan did, and found it very amusing. Collette got up and went to the kitchen behind where Scorpion was sitting and returned with a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses. " Let's drink some wine and smoke a couple of cigarettes while I tell you about the slave and what we are going to do today. While we are talking, we should spit into the slave's mouth from time to time, and we should each smoke 2 cigarettes and put all the ashes and the butts into the slave ashtray. When we're done, it will chew up and swallow the butts, and we can take it upstairs and get started on it. OK?"

"This is great," Susan said as Collette poured her a glass of wine and sat down.

"Slutass is the property of the Chambers. It got divorced years ago, and has enough money it doesn't need to work. So it worked out a deal 2 years ago with Scorpion and does a lot of stuff here at the Chambers. I'm its usual boss, but its real owner is Scorpion, and it takes orders from Scorpion and from any other lady who does sessions from here. 

"What usually happens is it comes here when ordered to do so about 2 days a week. It pays the Chambers for a 4 hour session on such a day, and Scorpion pays any domme who does stuff with slutass as Scorpion sees fit. It will arrive around 11 in the morning, when the place is opening up. When it's not here or not serving anybody else, it always wears locked collar and a locked a Chastity device like a CB 3000 or a stainless steel one. It comes here wearing those, and only a pullover type shirt and shorts or pants, and perhaps a coat depending on how cold it is, and pink Crocs. It has a key to the collar and chastity in a sealed envelope with Scorpion's signature on it so it can take them off if necessary, but that has not happened yet. The Chambers keeps a key, and so do I. 

Collette and Susan sipped their drinks, and flicked more ashes into the slave's mouth.

"Once it gets here, it strips, the chastity is removed and its slave meat is washed and lubed with skin cream. It's then usually put into a locked Humbler, a butt plug is shoved up its sluthole, and it starts its work. Depending on the orders it is given by Scorpion or me or whoever is in charge, it vacuums the rugs, dusts the furniture, cleans the kitchen, scrubbing the floors on its hands and knees, and washes all the dishes. It also cleans the toilets and bathrooms on hands and knees, and does the laundry, washing towels and all other white goods used here. It also cleans all the bondage toys. This takes it several hours. From time to time it stops to report it has finished a chore, at which point it assumes the kow-tow position and is given 25 cane stokes on its ass before it is ordered on to the next chore."

Collette took a deep puff drawing down the cigarette, and leaned forward and rubbed out the end on the slave's tongue, and pushed the butt into its mouth.. Susan followed her lead and did the same. Collette then spit into the slave's mouth and so did Susan. They each lit a second cigarette and put the matches into the slave mouth. The tongue was covered in ashes, and had 4 matches and 2 cigarette butts on it. 

Collette continued, "As the ladies arrive to work their shifts, it greets them, kissing their feet. When they get changed into their 'working clothes', its put under a piss mouth smother box toilet with a funnel in its mouth, and they unload their golden shower into it for it to swallow. No lady here ever pisses into a toilet while slutass is here - if they are not giving their client a golden shower that day, their piss is all swallowed by the slave and processed through it before it later pisses into the toilet when given permission. The slave gets them a drink or whatever they want to eat as they settle in to wait for appointments or cold call visits. If it amuses them, they can slap it around or beat it or try different tortures or techniques out on it. We had a great time a couple of month's ago giving it a giant saline infusion in its ball sac, blowing it up to about the size of a volleyball!

"When a client arrives, if the slave is downstairs, a cloth bag is put over its head so it can't see and a set of Beats is put on its ears so it can't hear. It kow-tows in a corner until the lady and her client go upstairs. If it's upstairs, a cloth bag is put over its head and its put in a closet in a room not being used. It's never allowed to know anything about the clients - their confidentiality is protected. 

"That's why it's blindfolded here today. You don't have to let it see you if you don't want to. It's your call. You can remain completely private if you like." 

Collette continued, "While working here, it will also be sent out in its discrete outside clothes to run various errands - picking up food or supplies for the chambers, picking up lunch or dinner orders if the girls want it, and so on." The ladies continued to smoke and drink, flicking more ashes into the slave's mouth and spitting into it as Collette continued her narrative. 

"Also, once a week or so when its here, its put up on a table in the middle of the room in kow-tow position. Then, a slender curved dildo is used by the ladies who are here and its prostate is milked so its cum drools out of its cock on to a small dish under it. Since the slave is almost always in a chastity device, it never gets to have a regular orgasm, it hasn't had one in about 2 years. This means we need to keep its prostate regularly milked. Of course, it licks up and swallows its cum after its been milked. 




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"On days it comes here, when it's done with various chores and games, it's usually kept around until the end of the sessions at 10 or 11PM. It can sometimes be displayed here in the living room blindfolded and hooded and with its ears blocked up so it can't hear. It might be kept in a cockstock, with the clamps screwed down hard on its balls and meat. A couple of skewers might be piercing its balls, and a sound might be down its pisshole, held in place by an alligator tooth clamp. It's good for exciting them and scaring the shit out of the clients letting them know they were in serious Domme-land. 

"On days when its not working here, its on call for me or Scorpion or any of the other ladies who want to use it. Once a week or so, I have it come to my house to work. It does not know where I live or my real name. The way it works is it drives to a parking lot a few blocks from my place. When it parks its car, it calls me to let me know its there. It then puts cotton balls over its eyes, and secures them down with some duct tape. It then puts on big 'Old people' sunglasses and waits until I get there. I drive up alongside it, and tap on its window. It gets out of the car and locks it. I then put a bag over its head, and handcuff its hands behind it. It gets into the back seat of my car and lies down on the seat and I throw a blanket over it. 

"I then drive it to my house and pull into the garage and close the door. I then come around and put a leash on its collar, and lead it blindfolded into my home. All the other girls do something similar to protect themselves - none of us want to give up our privacy and let the slave know anything about us. The slave usually gets used this way 2 or 3 days a week.

"The slave is used at my home in much the same way its used at the Chambers. It cleans toilets and kitchens in a Humbler on its knees, washes dishes, dusts, vacuums and does laundry and anything else I order it to do. Its meat is taken out of the chastity, and cleaned and lubed. It's given thorough beatings and tortures. I then often make it service me. It gives excellent foot worship, sucks toes really well, licking between the toes, and tongues nipples, assholes and clits very well. It drinks all my piss, of course. I also like fucking it with a nice strap on that makes me cum. When it comes to my place its normally there for 4 or 5 hours to get everything done. I then take it back to its car, and leave before it has a chance to see my car." She continued to puff on her cigarette and to put ashes in the slave's mouth and to spit into it. 

"On days when its not being used, I always require it to perform various tasks to keep it busily submissive. I usually send it a text in the morning. It has to provide proof when and how the tasks were done. For example, it can be ordered to take a naked selfie wearing only its chastity and collar in some public place such as isolated parking lot or some other place where it won't cause a problem or be seen on close circuit security video. It has to hold a copy of that day's newspaper in the selfie, so I can see it was done as commanded. 

"Or it can be required to travel on public transportation to some place far from its home and buy something humbling, such as a box of tampons or a large bra. It later has to produce a dated receipt showing it took the trip, and from the store showing the address and date and time it bought the stuff, and to deliver it on its next visit. I usually require it to do 2 of these tasks a day - one early in the day, and one late. Also, it's given a writing assignment each day. It has composition books, and it must write out what it's been told, usually one thousand times in a specific color, so it takes a while. The words are never repeated, and the slave must bring its copy book with it to the Chambers or my place for it to be checked. An example of such words would be 'slave begs for permission to eat Q's shit'. All of this keeps it busy throughout the day. 

"Sometimes I give it a shopping list for groceries and other household stuff, and we meet near the end of the day in a parking lot with it hooded after its bought what I ordered. I collect the stuff it bought and take it home. It's nice getting free groceries!"

Collette then put out her cigarette in the slave's mouth and invited Susan to also do so. "OK slave, chew up your cigarette butts and ashes, and when you've got it all chewed and mushed up, open your mouth again and put out your tongue so we can see it all on your tongue and in your mouth." The slave pulled in its tongue and closed its mouth and began chewing up the butts, matches and ashes. After a couple of minutes of chewing, it opened its mouth again ands stuck out its tongue. A grayish mass of saliva, matches, ash, cigarette butts and filters was in a gooey ball on the tongue. "OK, slave, swallow it all down." The slave closed its mouth and gagged somewhat as it swallowed the cud. When it was done, it opened its mouth again and stuck out its tongue again. The tongue was somewhat black and gray from the ashes and debris, but otherwise its mouth was empty. "Good boy," said Q. "You'll get a nice drink in a while." The slave dropped back into the kow-tow position. 

Collette than said to Susan, "Before we go upstairs and really start, let's get you broken in a bit with using a cane. Scorpion and the other ladies might enjoy watching you pop your domme cherry. Have you ever hit a slave with a cane before?" 

"No, and I'm a little nervous about it." 

"Don't be. Slaves can take a lot of punishment. The only thing you have to pay attention to is to not permanently injure any of its organs in its torso, or things like its eyes, and don't break any bones. Its ass is pure meat - it can be beaten thoroughly and much harder than you think. You will be amazed how much abuse a cock can take. And you can torture all its muscles and other stuff like ears, its lips and nose and tongue, and anything involving its arms and legs as much as you want. A good way to start is a nice ass beating right here in the living room." Slave, kow-tow in the middle of the room. 

The slave crawled to the middle of the carpeted area and kow-towed. Collette walked over to an umbrella stand near the door and picked out two flexible canes. She handed one to Susan. "Since you are right handed, stand on the slave's left side. This will let you hit it on your forehand, like a tennis shot. I'll stand on the left and use my back hand. We'll take turns hitting it. I'll go first, and then you go. Remember, hit it hard - if you don't get some kind of color or welt, you are not doing it hard enough." With that, Collette drew her hand back, and swung the cane hard through the air, so it swished and landed with a crack on the slave's left butt check. The slave whimpered. "Now you go." 

Susan wound up and swung, but not very hard. All the dommes laughed. Scorpion chuckled, "You pussy, we ought to tie you up and hit you if you don't do it hard enough. Do it again like a real woman." Susan flushed, embarrassed at the women laughing at her. Her second hit was harder, but still not as hard as Collette's backhand had been. The women laughed again. Scorpion said, you're a useless bitch cunt we ought to sell to a pimp if you can't beat slave meat better than that." She got up and came over, and took the cane from Susan. "Watch this, wimp." She wound up and quickly delivered 10 very heavy blows with the cane, while the slave whimpered and squealed with pain with each blow and new welts rose on the slave's ass. "See? Now you try it. Take your time between each stroke. Make them count." She handed the cane back, and went back to her chair.

Susan adjusted her stance, lifted her chin, and this time she really laid into it. She struck the slave very hard ten times, going slowly, with each blow getting a satisfactory grunt or squeal from the slave and increasing the marks on its left ham. The dommes on the couches applauded and shouted "You go, girl. Beat that piece of shit!"

Collette said, "That's better. Now, we're going to give it 50 strokes each taking turns. I'll go first, then you. Slave, count a number after each stroke on your left ass cheek. If when we are done, Susan, if your marks are good enough, T will give you back your $50!" 

They laid into the slave as it counted the blows. Susan was warming to the task. She enjoyed hearing it squeal, and kick its feet up and down with pain as it absorbed the blows. She and Collette congratulated each other on good strikes, and Scorpion and the other dommes were whooping it up - yelling for Susan to keep hitting slutass harder. She felt herself breaking into a sweat, beads coming out on her forehead. She stuck her tongue out, and grunted herself with her effort, saying "Yeah!" as she struck each blow like she was beating a really dirty carpet. 

When she was done, Collette gave her another glass of wine that she slurped thirstily. Scorpion came over to inspect. She reached down and with 2 hands grabbed slutass's left ass cheek like she was going to knead dough for baking. She dug her nails into it and squeezed and twisted it. She looked at Susan and smiled. "That's good work. Nice bruises and welts. Your money will be here when you girls are done. You are now officially on your first step to being a domme. But don't forget - a good domme is a cruel and bitchy domme. You girls take this piece of crap upstairs and have fun working on it. Collette will show you a few more things you might like."

Scorpion went back and sat down in her chair, and Collette put the leash back on the slave. "Here boy," she said, and pulled the slave over to the staircase. "Susan, put the canes away, please, and follow me." With that, she headed up the stairs leading slutass on the leash. Susan followed to the top of the stairs. 

They passed a bathroom. In it, Susan could see enema bags hung on hooks on the wall, a smother box on the floor, and a toilet seat that could be used to feed a slave golden shower drinks.

Collette led the slave into a session room. It was a large room with an old fashioned 12 foot ceiling. It had a whipping bench in the middle that a kneeling slave could be strapped onto for beatings or having its ass dildo fucked. It also had a standing cockstock, and a couple of wooden chairs. The walls had various paddles, whips, canes, crops and clamps hanging from hooks, as well as harnesses for use with strap on dildos. Tables along the walls were covered with dildoes and butt plugs of various types, as well as various hoods and blindfolds and gags like ball gags and cock gags. There was a table with all kinds of clamps and clips like alligator clips that could be used on nipples and cocks, as well as several sets of sounds that could be put down a cock's piss hole. There was a St. Andrew's Cross on one wall to which a slave could be strapped for flogging. 

There was a standing suspension and bondage frame made of 4 by 4 wood posts with a pulley set up in the middle and a crank handle and cable with a ratchet so the slave could have its arms pulled above its head and it could be suspended. The vertical posts had eyehooks and turnbuckles screwed into them to the slave the slave could be secured to the sides. 

There was also a toilet seat that could be used to piss in the slave's mouth, and a stack of clean towels in the corner. It was a really good non-medical dungeon room. 

Collette said, "Let's get this thing ready so we can work on its nips and cock and balls." Collette reached own on th floor and removed the Humbler from the slave's balls. "Slave, pull the cockstock over by the suspension frame." When that was done, the slave was ordered to stand inside the frame. The pulley cable was attached to its wrist straps, and a few cranks pulled its hands loosely above its head. Then it was ordered to spread its feet far apart, and the ankle straps were clipped to the sides of the frame, so it was spread eagled with its hands above it head. "Now Susan, what we want to do is now is crank up the ratchet so its stretched out a bit. We don't want to completely pull it off the floor into full suspension - just pull it up enough so its heels are slightly up, but the balls of its feet are still and the floor and can support its weight." With that, she turned the crank handle and pulled the slave up so its torso and arms were stretched out, and its heels were about an inch off the floor. 

"Now. let's put some restraint on its mouth." She walked over to a table and picked up a large alligator electrical clip from Radio Shack, and two chopsticks and a couple of thick rubberbands. "Slave, open your mouth and stick out your tongue." When it had done so, Collette took the alligator clip and put it on the middle of the slave's tongue, and squeezed it down so the tongue could be pulled out by it. "Here, Susan, grab this clip and keep the tongue pulled out as far as you can get it." 

Susan did so, and Collette picked up the chopsticks and placed them on the tongue as clamps to hold it out. She used the rubber bands wrapped around the chopsticks tightly to hold the clamp in place. She then picked up some twine, and wrapped it around the chopsticks on one side of the slave's face, and passed it around the back of the slave's head, wrapping it around the chopsticks on the other side. She repeated this several time, and then tied the twine off. "OK, take the alligator clip off." The slave's tongue was trapped in the chopstick clamp outside its mouth, and the chopsticks between its teeth kept it from closing its teeth or mouth. Collette then picked up a set of butterfly nipple clips connected by a chain. She pulled down the slave's lower lip, and attached the clips to the lip, one on each side of the mouth. 

She then attached a nipple weight to the chain. The weight pulled the slave's lower lip down and turned it inside out. "See, Susan, it can't close its mouth, and while we amuse ourselves with it, it will drool uncontrollably, and slobber all down its chest. Plus, we are going to torture its tongue and its nicely pulled out and presented for our fun."

"This is all amazing. Are you sure we're not injuring it?" 

"No, it's OK, The tongue and lips and mouth can be dealt with just like ass meat or cockmeat - muscle meat can take a lot." 

"OK, pull over the cockstock." The two women placed its base on the floor between slutass's legs. Collette adjusted the vertical post up to put the horizontal clamp base so it was pressed up under the slave's balls. She then put the top bar onto the vertical screws out of the bottom clamp base, and pressed it down, squeezing the cock and balls. She took wing nuts and put them on the screws holding the clamp base together, and screwed them down tightly. "Susan, you screw that side down as tight as you can get it, and I'll do it on this side. We really want to crush down the meat so it's held out in front and will be easy to beat." 

As she turned the wing nuts, Susan said. "I'm surprised you can make them this tight."

"Don't worry, just keep tightening. We really want to squeeze it in place displayed in front for its beating." 

The slave had a reasonable size dick, about 4 to 5 inches flaccid, and with the cockstock crushing the meat, it was swollen erect to about 7 inches. The balls were also tight and displayed out in front of the spread-eagled slave. 

Collette then handed Susan an alligator clip and said, "Let's each put one on a nipple. Grab the nipple and twist it and pinch it with your nails just behind the nipple bud. Then put the alligator clamp on the nipple and squeeze it into place so the teeth bite in and it won't slip off." Susan did so and was surprised how much the slave wiggled and squealed while the two women put the clips on. Collette said "Nipples ae very sensitive, and it's really fun to torture them." 

Collette then handed Susan a crop, keeping one for herself, and said, "Let's take turns beating the slave's cock, balls and nipples. I'll go first. Remember, hit it hard, just like its assmeat." With that, she swung the crop hard onto the cock head, while the slave shrieked and groaned and twisted as much as it could. She kept going fast, and switched to the balls and then to the nipples. "Stop wiggling, slave," she commanded, "and keep those nipples pushed forward so they are presented for their punishment." When she had hit each target about 25 times, producing a bright red cock shaft and cock head, she said, "Susan, it's your turn now. While you're doing that, 

I'm going to take this paddle and work from behind on its ass. Make sure you hit hard, and keep going for as long as you like." 

Susan went to work. She started like Collette had done, smacking the crop down hard on the cock head, and giggling when the slave flinched and exhaled hard. She starting working fast, delivering about 20 blows to the cock head and shaft, which were bruising up under the reddening. Then like she had seen Collette do it, she grabbed the cock head hard in her left hand and pulled it up and twisted it, while she began beating the slave's balls as he moaned and twisted. Meanwhile, Collette was beating the slave's ass with the heavy wooden paddle, the blows thumping heavily onto the ass meat. "Susan, don't forget to hit those nasty clips on the nipples." Susan did so, and was gratified to hear the high pitched whimpers from the slave with each blow. She kept working on the cock and balls and nipples for about 10 minutes while Collette kept beating the slave's ass at the same time. Collette kept telling her how well she was doing while the slave was twisting and trembling with the pain of the tandem beating. Then Collette said, "OK that's enough of that." 

She came around in front of the slave and told Susan it was fun to take off nipple clips. "It hurts like a bitch, and after you do it, it's fun to pinch the nipple hard and twist it. A slave would almost scream with the pain." Susan joined her. They each removed an alligator clip, and each pinched hard on a nipple, and the slave wriggled and squealed and tried to shift its weight on the balls of its feet. 

Collette then began to let the slave down. She undid the cockstock, released the ratchet overhead and released its wrists, and unclipped the slave's ankles from the posts. She also took off its half face mask, leaving the blindfold on. "We're gonna give it a golden shower now. Get in the bathroom and climb in the tub, pig, she ordered. 

The slave obeyed, crawling into the bathroom and climbing into the tub and lying down on its back. Now, I'm gonna piss on its face and head, and it will drink as much as it can catchy in its mouth." With that, she took off her panties and climbed into the tub, her feet straddling the slave's head. She squatted a little bit, and gushed out a strong stream of pee onto the slave's face and head. It opened its mouth and drank as much of the pee as it could capture. Collette got out of the tub. "Susan, would you like to try it?"

"OK," she said. She slipped her shoes and panties off, and got in the tub like Collette had. She squeezed and after some delay [she wasn't used to pissing with people watching her], she let her stream go as well. 

"Susan, I think we should take a break for a while. You've done a lot for today. Why don't we relax, have some wine, and talk while the slave cleans the bathroom. Then we can do some more stuff. Are you enjoying yourself? If you think this is going well, next week we can add some cock piercing and electro play to our stuff." 

"Collette, I think a break for now is perfect. Maybe we can go downstairs and talk for a while. OK with you?" 

"Sure, let's do it. Slave, get out of the tub and go get the Humbler. We'll put it back on you, and you can get going cleaning the bathroom. You can take off the blindfold after Miss Susan and I go downstairs so you can see to clean the bathroom. But you are not going to get to see Miss Susan this week. Maybe next visit, if she says OK then. When you're done cleaning, put the blindfold back on and crawl down the stairs. Got it?"




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"Yes, Mistress Collette." With that the slave climbed out of the tub, dripping piss. It crawled into the session room and returned with the Humbler. Collette showed Susan how to put it on, and she did so. 

With that, Collette said, "All right, we'll see you later slave. Get to work." And she and Susan walked downstairs to compare notes and discuss such things as slave ass submission, using strap on dildoes, foot and body worship, and genital electro shock. Susan was happy and excited she had visited Scorpio's place. She was looking forward to future visits. 

To be continued...



Education of a Skateboarder



Some people figure out who they are early in life, it takes others a bit loner. Some never do. For Brad Keeler, he started figuring things out after graduating from high school.


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"You sure this is okay here?" the driver of the car said after I told him that he could let me out at the corner. "I can take you right to your house if you want."

"No, this is good here mister. I can just cut down this alley. That way you won't get lost back there with all the one-way streets," I told the man, whose name I didn't even know, and that was embarrassing when you consider what we spent the last half hour doing.

Actually, I lived about a half mile away, but I was so paranoid that I was afraid of having the guy know where I lived, and even more scared of having somebody see me get out of the car, so I grabbed my skateboard out of the back seat and said goodbye to my acquaintance.

As I walked home, my thoughts were racing. Less than an hour ago I was a sexual virgin in every way, and had been just killing what was left of the day by fooling around with my board at the park The place was pretty quiet, which is the way I like it because I'm not very good at it.

I only took it up last year, and I think that starting when I was 17 meant I was never going to be much good at it, because I was old enough to have common sense and not interested in being the punch line on one of those blooper reels on TV. When you're really young you have no fear and are willing to take crazy chances, and learn how much you can really do. I only started it doing it in the first place because I wanted to fit in since I'm not very popular, but so far it hadn't helped much in that regard.

Then today, this guy started watching me while I was doing a few things on the ramp. Simple stuff that I didn't do all that well either, but the man watching me seemed impressed.

"You're pretty good," the man said when I managed to stay upright after leaping off a little shelf.

"Not really," I said while looking at the guy, who was about my height but maybe 20 pounds heavier.

He was wearing light blue pants that looked kind of dorky and a yellow short sleeved shirt, and was probably around my father's age. Even though I didn't encourage it, he started up a conversation that went from skateboarding to me looking lonely and seeming like I didn't have many friends because I was alone at the park.

He was right about that, even though I only shrugged when he said it, but then he asked me if I wanted to have some fun with him, seeing as we were both alone, "I've got a joint, if you want to get a buzz with me."

I had only smoked grass once, and didn't like it much, but for some reason I said okay.

"Not here," he said, and before I knew it I was in the front seat of an old Mazda, headed toward this place the man knew where we wouldn't be seen smoking.

The park had been pretty empty, so I didn't understand why we couldn't have smoked it there, but it wasn't like I had anything better to do, so there I found myself, riding in a strangers car heading for who-knows-where, and all I could think of was what my mother would say about all of this.

"This is good," the man said as he pulled off onto some dirt road, and after stopping and looking around, pulled a ratty looking joint out of his shirt pocket.

"You smoke a lot, kid?" he asked after I almost choked on the first hit.

"Yeah," I lied.

"Your generation has the right idea," he said. "Smoke a lot of dope and get a lot of pussy, right?"

I nodded while holding the smoke in as long as I could before letting it out, not wanting to admit that the only pussy I had ever touched was our tuxedo cat Elmer, because I was really lame around girls.

"Glad you're hip to the scene," he said, and I almost laughed, not only at his lame rap but for anybody thinking I was hip to anything. "I would hate to think I was corrupting a kid. How old are you, 15?"

"Huh? I'm going to be 19 next month," I said with a little annoyance in my voice.

"Oh. Sorry. All you kids look young to me these days," he said. "Well, since you're old enough I can tell you this story. This happened to me last month. You ever hitchhike?"

"No."

"Good idea," he assured me. "Anyway I pick up this kid about your age. I'm driving, and all of a sudden he reaches over and grabs me under the steering wheel. You believe that? What would you do?"

"I dunno," I said as he handed me the joint.

"I couldn't believe it. He grabbed me, just like this," he said, and before I knew what was happening he had leaned over and grabbed my crotch, managing to find my pecker in my shorts. "This is what he did."

As I sat there petrified, he started pulling at my dick through the fabric, and when I looked over at him he was grinning.

"Feels pretty good, doesn't it," he said as he started pulling on what was becoming a stiff dick. "Say, you've got a pretty big one for a little guy. Yeah, you like it as much as I did when he did that to me. You're getting hard."

With his free hand he took the joint from me, and after flipping it in the ashtray, grabbed my hand and put it in his lap, and not only did I let him, I didn't pull away when he started to squeeze my hand onto his crotch.

"I started playing with his stuff too, and then he tells me he wanted to suck my - hey, it's kind of cramped in here. Why don't we take a walk?"

So there I was walking into the woods with a stranger, and if he was a serial killer or something I wouldn't be alive today because I went like I was on a leash.

"What's your name, son?"

"Bradley - Brad."

"You like it up the ass?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"You just like oral? That's cool too."

"What? I never did that."

"Anal?" 

"No, not anything."

"You mean never sucked cock or you never had your cock sucked?"

"Both. Neither."

"And you're 19?"

"Next month," I mumbled.

"You must live under a rock, kid," he snickered. "Bet you jerk off a lot though, don't you?"

I felt my face burned as he finally guessed something right, and then he said, "That's okay kid, we all do. Sorry. Didn't mean to make fun of you. Bet you've thought about it though. Bet you check out the guys in gym and dream about sucking the cute guys off."

I said nothing, because it was like this guy either knew me or could read my mind.

"This is good kid," he said as he moved me back against a big oak tree and grabbed my stuff again, and although I had lost my erection along the walk, after a few seconds of his squeezing it was coming back. 

"If you're telling the truth about being cherry, you're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life," he said, and then he was kneeling in the grass and undoing my belt. 

I watched him tug my shorts down and cringed when I saw my underwear had a big wet spot that my dripping dick had caused, but he said nothing but simply grabbed the elastic and pulled them down.

"Nice," the man said as my dick sprang around after being freed before he grabbed it and stroked it a couple of time. "Nice big dick you've got here Brad. Shame not to use it."

It's not that big - it's kinda long but and is skinny like the rest of me,, but he seemed to like it because he leaned forward and kissed the tip before parting his lips and letting them slide along the way down to my pubes.

It was a trip my fist had made thousands of times, but it had never felt anything like this, and as I looked down at the thinning scalp of this stranger I could tell that I was going to cum pretty soon and tried to warn him.

His response was to suck harder and faster, even grabbing my balls and squeezing as my feet dug into the dirt. I stared cumming in his mouth, and he was swallowing it and sucking everything he could get out of it, and after I stopped cumming he kept sucking, moving his hands up and around to my ass.

I had cum, and he had to have known it because it felt like a shot a pint of cum into his mouth, but he was not stopping. His hands were squeezing my ass, and then he was spreading my cheeks. I gasped when I felt his finger go into my ass as far as it could.

I was like his puppet, dancing around while he skewered me with his finger, and somehow I felt my dick getting hard again. Not really hard, but pretty close, and then his finger started rubbing something inside of me and I started cumming again while my legs practically gave out on me.

"No more - please," I gasped, practically pulling his mouth off of my dick because I couldn't take anymore.

"Not bad, huh Brad?" the man asked as I leaned against the tee with rubbery knees. "See what you've been missing?"

I shook my head, unable to speak, and bent over to pull my underwear and shorts back up. My deflated dick looked the same as it always did, but it had at last been somewhere besides my palm, and I wished that I would be able to tell somebody about what had just happened.

"My turn," the man said and he undid his belt and eased those goofy pants down, exposing white boxers with faded red stripes.

"I never - never did it," I said, and wasn't all that anxious to try.

"More blessed to give than receive, Brad," he said as he tugged his shorts down. "I don't mind being your first. Besides, it's not like you'll choke on it."

I looked down and saw the man wiggling his dick around with this right hand while putting his left hand on my shoulder and coaxing me down.

"Just watch the teeth and you'll be fine," he said, letting go of the brown stub that looked lost in the forest of hair that surrounded it, and when I touched it I was surprised to feel it was hard and as big as it would apparently get.

"C'mon Brad, you know you want to," he said while putting his hand on the back of my head and drawing me near.

He was probably right. I did want to do this. I had wanted to do it to guys in gym when we would take showers. I even got a nickname after being caught looking at guy's dicks. Pecker checker. 

So I opened my mouth and let my lips slide down his dick like he had done to me, right down to where my face got buried in his crinkly bush. His dick wasn't much bigger than my thumb, so once I started doing it, it was easy.

"That's it, Brad. You're a natural, Suck my cock. Suck it hard." 

I did. It smelled a little sweaty at first, but I guess I sucked it clean after a bit. The man didn't cum as fast as I had, which was good because I didn't know if I would like that, and besides I was really starting to like doing it.

"That's babe, now lick my nuts," the man asked, and he took his cock pout of my mouth and lifted it, exposing a little nut sac that was really hairy.

I licked the furry pouch, and then when he told me to suck his balls, I did, putting the musky scented nuggets in my mouth one at a time. When he had enough, he gave me back his cock and let me go back to sucking. After a few minutes, he told me he was going to cum soon, and told me to just suck on the head of his cock and block the opening with my tongue so I didn't choke.

The man took the shaft of his dick between his thumb and index finger and started jerking himself off while I let my tongue rub his opening, and soon he was groaning. I felt the cum hit my tongue, and I kept blocking it as best I could while he came.

I didn't care that much for the taste, but let it go down my throat as fast as I could. He squeezed out the rest of his load before finally pulling himself out of my mouth and pulling up his pants.

"Not bad at all," the man said as he helped me to my feet. "Seemed as though you liked it too."

"It was okay," I admitted, but it had been better than that.

"You got any left in the tank?" he asked while squeezing my crotch again. "Think you can get it up again? You can fuck me in the ass if you can get it up. I've got some lube in the car."

"I don't think I can," I said, although that might have not been accurate. I think the thought of maybe having to let him do it to me too was what made me say no. "Gotta get home anyway."

"Another time," the man said, and then before you know it he was letting me out of the car and I was going home.

When I got in the house I ran upstairs, yelling hello to my mother instead of going in the kitchen and kissing her, because I didn't know whether she would be able to smell the men's cum, which I could still taste. I brushed my teeth and then took a leak, and after I wiggled my cock dry I looked down at it and wondered what it would have been like, putting it in that man's ass.

As I fantasized, my dick started getting hard, and soon I was doing what I do best, stroking my boner. It wasn't the same as a mouth, I thought, and somehow I didn't think that jerking off would ever be the same again.

In my wallet I had a slip of paper that the man had given me before we parted. It had his cell phone number on it, and when he gave it to me he told be to call him if I wanted to have some more fun, and the more I thought about it, the better that sounded. By the time I was pointing my dick down and spurting my load into the bowl, I was pretty sure I would be calling him, and would make sure I got his name this time.

The man had been right. He had given me a moment that I would never forget, and now I wanted more.


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