7 comments/ 128905 views/ 29 favorites Scholarship Requirements By: Peter Duncan Tiffany Andrews arrived early for her appointment with Miss Elizabeth Jones, Principle of Hedley Coleville Academy. She had only been to the office of the exclusive school once before, when she had enrolled her two children, Amber who was 12 and Derrick 10. The principle's secretary was busy, efficiently updating files and answering the telephone. The name on her desk was Anna Lin. Tiffany had met her more than once and had often seen Anna in the supermarket where they both shopped. She was a petite Asian woman, probably in her late 30's to early 40's. With long black hair and an elegant shape she carried with her an aura of sensuality that was enhanced by full lips, the kind, if you were a man, you could get lost in while kissing. Tiffany couldn't put her finger on why she thought of her this way but lately she had been experiencing conflicting feelings that were confusing to her. Tiffany met her husband when he was lecturing at her college where she was studying psychology with the intention of going on to graduate school and becoming a professional. Claude owned Andrews Psychological Clinics, a group of clinics in the metropolitan area and was noted in his field. She was a senior, aged 21, when they met, approaching him after his lecture. She wanting to pursue one of the points he had made. What seemed like a simple question started an intense conversation that led to an exciting romance that culminated in Claude divorcing his wife and marrying the young woman just fifteen months after they had talked in the hall. Her life with Claude Andrews was idyllic. He was successful, well regarded by his peers and devastatingly handsome. He took Tiffany to place she hadn't considered she would see until she was a much older woman. She graduated and started graduate school but withdrew prior to their marriage and never continued. Within three years she had two children, a girl and a boy, and when they were old enough, she enrolled them in the exclusive Hedley Coleville Academy. To Tiffany, life seemed too good to be true and was, when earlier in the year when Claude suffered a severe heart attack while playing tennis and died on the operating table. When it came time to settle Claude's affairs Tiffany was lost; she was 38, adrift on an uncharted sea. Claude's dad, Alan was very helpful to her but in sorting out the pieces but found that Claude had managed his money very poorly and had been living beyond his means. He pointed out that as things stood Tiffany would have to pursue life much less ostentatiously, which required that she sell the elegant house. The money from the house would be able to support Tiffany and the children on a more moderate basis but the budget would not sustain the luxury of the expensive school thus, the appointment with Miss Jones. The quality of education the children were getting at Hedley Coleville was, for Tiffany, too important to give up without doing everything in her power to maintain. Both children had become so advanced in their knowledge at Hedley Coleville and Tiffany was desperate to keep them enrolled that she asked for the appointment with Miss Jones to see what could be done. Perhaps, she thought, she could offer, as a volunteer, her services as a teacher's aid. Elizabeth Jones ran the school with the reputation of being a stern taskmistress and had the reputation of being an outstanding educator. While Tiffany had only talked with her a couple of times she had seen her make presentations to women's organizations and was in awe of the woman, who carried herself with such elegance and command. She was in the office to make a plea to Miss Jones to see if there was anyway the children could remain at the school and was a bundle of nerves. The phone on Anna Linn's desk rang. She picked it up, listened and said to the person on the other end of the line, "Yes, I understand." She listened with pursed lips while looking at Tiffany and a fleeting smile curved her mouth then stole away. Her eyes assessed Tiffany Andrews in a way that made Tiffany feel like she was being rated. It was as if Anna was looking at a watermelon and getting ready to thump it. The elegant Asian smiled as if she had found the perfect melon for the party and said, "Miss Jones will see you now Mrs. Andrews." Anna watched the woman stand and smooth her fawn colored skirt with her hands. She shook her head to adjust her shoulder length dark brown hair and brushed a strand away from her eyes. Tiffany stood about 5'10"; she had a well-defined, curvy figure that was highlighted by large breasts, probably DD. Her nipples, through her white, long sleeved pullover were visible; some would call them almond sized. Her complexion was light olive and she had sultry doe eyes. As Tiffany walked through the door she felt like she was on display. Still sensing Anna Linn's eyes on her she felt invaded then somewhat aroused. She had always been a man's woman and didn't understand the feeling she had just experienced. But, since Claude's death, so many things had been confusing to her. As she walked from one office to another she had been passed from one set of eyes to the other. The woman on the other side of the desk stood. She had so much poise that she could have been a blonde haired; blue-eyed Greek goddess of old, dressed in a flowing white robe. The woman was wearing a business suit, gray pinstriped slacks (the jacket was hanging on a hanger on the wooden clothes rack) and her blouse was pleated in front with short-cuffed sleeves. To Tiffany she appeared to be approximately her age. She was about the same height as Tiffany, perhaps an inch or so shorter, maybe 5'8 or 9. Her hips were curvy but not overwhelming so. They had tightness about them that suggested consistent workouts. Her breasts were not as large as Tiffany's, probably 36D, and the way her nipples protruded it was clear she wore a sheer net bra. Offering her hand she said, "It's good to meet you again Mrs. Andrews." She shook Tiffany's hand firmly and held it a bit longer than was comfortable. At the same time her eyes moved quickly down and up Tiffany's body and fixed on her eyes before her hand released its grip. "I'm surprised you remembered me Miss Jones; we've only talked twice in the last three years." The principal was maintaining firm eye contact, as was she, but Tiffany had the feeling that her peripheral vision was centered on her nipples and she wasn't able to stop the warm sensation that settled in her saddle. "Please call me Elizabeth, Mrs. Andrews. May I call you Tiffany?" Tiffany nodded. "In answer to your question Tiffany, even though we have interfaced yes, infrequently, you are the kind of woman who stands out in a crowd." She held eye contact and said, "Forgive me, it has been such a long time but let me express my regrets at the loss of your husband. He seemed like such a vibrant man." She gestured to the seat in front of the desk and said, "Please have a seat Tiffany." Tiffany sat down and Elizabeth moved behind the desk and sat. She picked up two manila folders that were on the desk. "If you're concerned about Melinda or Derrick, they are excellent students...model students I would say." "Thank you Miss (Elizabeth silently mouthed her name) Elizabeth. Their performance is not why I asked for the appointment." She put her hands on the desk, flattened her palms together then nervously drummed her fingers. "I...I have a much more difficult subject to talk with you about." Elizabeth raised one eyebrow. "You seem upset Tiffany," she said. "Please feel free to talk plainly with me." Tiffany cleared her throat. "Sometimes circumstances present themselves in away that take one completely off guard." She cleared her voice again. "You're referring to your husbands passing?" Elizabeth reached her right hand across the desk and patted Tiffany's left. "I can imagine how devastating that must be for a young woman like you." Her lips curved a sympathetic smile and she patted Tiffany's hand and drew hers away. "Y...yes...that was a shock but there's more and I don't quite know how to begin." Elizabeth pushed the button on the intercom. "Anna, would you please bring in a carafe of water and a glass?" Looking into Tiffany's eyes she said, "The best way to start a difficult subject, Tiffany, is from the beginning." There was a six-person conference table in the alcove to the right of the desk. Elizabeth stood. Maybe it would be more comfortable have this discussion at the table; it would be much less formal." She rounded the desk, took Tiffany's hand and led her to the table, pulling out chair to the left of the end. At the same time Anna Linn came in carrying a polished chrome tray with a carafe and three glasses. Elizabeth took the tray from Anna and the two women's eyes spoke something that caused Anna's nostrils to flare. "Thank you Anna," she said dismissing her. The secretary left the room and Elizabeth set the tray on the table, poured two glasses of water, set one in front of Tiffany and one in front of the seat on the end. She sat down, looked at Tiffany and said, "Now, tell me what's on your heart dear." Tiffany sipped from the glass, set it down and began. She told of how pleased she was with Hedley Coleville School, how happy both she and Claude had been to be able to even enroll the children. She told of the devastation of Claude's death and how, thru her father she learned of his financial condition...how she sold the house and had scaled down her lifestyle, all with the goal of keeping the children at Hedley Coleville. "But, even after that..." "You're still not able to afford the tuition?" "Yes...I mean no...I mean I can afford to keep one here but not both." Tears sparkled in the corners of her eyes. "I feel like Solomon telling the two women that he would cut the two children in half..." Elizabeth reached for a box of tissues in the middle of the table and eased it in front of Tiffany who took a tissue, wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Elizabeth reached a waste can and held it for Tiffany to drop the tissue. "I feel like such a fool, acting like this Miss (Elizabeth mouthed her name)...Elizabeth." Elizabeth patted her hand and said, "Tiffany, let's not assume the worst. I think we can work this out." Tiffany felt a surge of relief and offered; "I would be honored to work as a teacher's aid...I graduated with honors with a major in psychology. I'm sure I would be very good with the children and..." Elizabeth fixed Tiffany's eyes, took both hands and interrupted, "My dear, sweet Tiffany, that is entirely out of the question; we are overstaffed as it is." She chuckled and squeezed Tiff's hands. "I had heard about your dilemma from your father and have had a good deal of time to consider the possibilities. I'm sure we can work out an acceptable solution." "Oh, Elizabeth," Tiffany enthused, "I can't believe you are saying this...I would do anything?" "Anything?" Elizabeth interrupted. "Yes, anything." Elizabeth got up, walked behind Tiffany's chair and began to massage Tiffany's shoulders. "You are so tense my dear lady...relax...we can make better sense if you are not so uptight." An alarm went off in Tiff's brain. She couldn't be suggesting what I'm thinking. Elizabeth continued her massage, talking while she kneaded Tiffany's tight shoulders. "We have had other circumstances, Tiffany, where mothers have fallen into difficulty and we've been able to work it out." Her fingers were gently caressing the side of Tiff's neck, which made the vulnerable woman begin to relax. "There is a sacrifice on the part of the mother...there has to be, you know but...to a person, each woman has accepted the challenge and is happily participating...some still participate, even after their children have graduated." Tiff felt like she was being hypnotized. Elizabeth's fingers deftly caressed behind her ears then on the rims. Tiffany had been naïve when she married Claude, the only sex she had had with boys was heavy petting. It seemed wrong what Elizabeth was doing. But she was making her feel so good. She flashed back to the night her roommate was upset, crying so uncontrollably. She had hugged her, had consoled her until the girl kissed her. She loved the kiss but thought it wrong, did not pursue what her nature said she should. She remembered masturbating and having a thrilling silent orgasm before going to sleep that night. Elizabeth's fingers were massaging her temples, scratching along her hairline. "You have even met one of the women who have enjoyed their...uh...sacrifice." Her hands were working the cheekbones. "Each one is a beautiful woman...just as you are Tiffany." Her hands smoothed over her shoulders then up and down the sides of her arms. She was warm to the core of her body and she thought, the children will have an excellent education then she thought of how the kiss of her college roommate felt and she remember how, so many times, she had masturbated thinking of her. "You do know how beautiful you are, don't you Tiffany?" Her fingers were caressing her collarbones. Tiffany nodded. "Very, very beautiful my sweet." Tiffany felt Elizabeth's soft, warm lips on the back of her neck. "Would you be surprised if I told you Anna is the woman who still does my bidding.? Tiffany thought of Anna Lin's full lips, the way she was looking at her. She had a lump in her throat and felt her breathing increase. She shook her head no. "She is beautiful too, don't you think Tiffany?" Tiffany felt Elizabeth's hands close on her breasts and fondle them. "Such beautiful breasts." The door opened and Anna walked in. "Don't you think Tiffany is beautiful Anna?" Anna told her yes and walked to Elizabeth who took her hand and led her to the side of the table where Tiffany could see. She held Anna's face between her hands and kisses her full lips. How wrong can this be Tiffany thought, thinking again of her roommate and wishing they had "known" one another? She hadn't had sex since before Claude had died... had masturbated over and over thinking of him...and had masturbated over and over thinking of Miriam, her roommate. She watched the two women kiss, watched as Elizabeth pulled Anna's sweater up and over her arms, dropping it on the chair. She felt the familiar tingle between her legs and wanted to touch herself. Elizabeth unhooked the front of Anna's bra, exposing her petite, elegant breasts, which excited Tiff even more and she clamped her legs together to put some kind of pressure on her clitoris. Elizabeth left Anna, whose full, pouting lips pursed as she watched her stand behind Tiffany again, slipping her hands under Tiff's arms and lifting her top to expose her breasts. "Show this lovely lady what you have learned Anna," Elizabeth said as she slid her fingers beneath the fabric of Tiff's bra and fondled her breasts. Anna pressed on her own breasts, moved them in opposing circles forming her luscious lips into an oval that emitted a soft 'ooo.' "Isn't she an exquisite example of a woman?" Elizabeth whispered in Tiff's ears. Her voice was husky and sensous. Tiffany felt like she was in a gauzy dream. How could she have imagined that her sojourn to the principal's office could lead to this? But Elizabeth indicated that the problem of her children staying enrolled in Hedley Coleville could be solved and her mind was easy about that facet. But, what can she be expecting of me, she thought. In her heart she knew what Elizabeth Jones was up to. She felt like she was being blackmailed and reason railed against it. But reason wasn't in control and with the memory of her missed opportunity with Miriam coupled with the celibacy that had been forced by Claude's death, Tiffany Andrews, demure mother of two, watched the petite and sexy Asian play with her breasts, now rolling her nipples between her fingers her and thumbs and sighing and oohing. She felt Elizabeth's fingers doing the same to her nipples, wondering what else would be required of her. She wasn't going to upset Elizabeth and thought, since she had been given the opportunity to save her children's education, even though the opportunity might lead her in a direction she had not been prepared to follow, she resolved that she was going to enjoy it, to show enjoyment, to please Elizabeth no matter what. As the sensations electrified her own breasts Tiffany watched Anna undo her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She was beautiful, her long hair draped over her left shoulder hiding the nipple of her left breast. The right breast was in full view. They were slight, probably 32A, just beyond puffies. Her nipples and areolas were dark, almost black, her dark skin against her stark white panties was stunning. She looked at Tiff and licked her luscious lips, wiggled her hips and peeled down her panties. Her pussy hair was trimmed but full...full in a way that Tiff hadn't considered. It wasn't curly like hers but soft and straight, almost silky. She desired to lay her face on Anna's mound and feel her soft fur against her cheek. An electric shock coursed down her spine when Elizabeth's hot breath whispered, "Have you ever seen such lovely pussy hair Tiffany?" She wanted to answer but gasped as Elizabeth's fingers squeezed her nipples. She'd never had them pinched before and they hurt...bad. She wanted to squirm free but just as she was ready to yelp her nipples became numb and her pussy seeped its warm liquid. Elizabeth released her nipples and the blood rushed back, causing pain then pleasure. "Do you want to get on the table Anna?" Elizabeth said and Anna mouthed a silent yes, walked sensually to the table and turned. She placed her hands flat on the surface and boosted herself to sit on the edge. Elizabeth's lips were no more than a half-inch from her ears. "Would you like to see her pussy Tiffany?" Eyes saucer wide, Tiffany gulped and nodded as Anna responded to Elizabeth's cue and laid her back on the table. She pulled her legs up and placed her feet flat on the edge of the table, spreading her legs. Anna's demure lips opened with a soft click and Tiffany, expecting pink labia, was stunned to see that they matched her dark areolas. "Show us more baby," Elizabeth coaxed and Tiff gasped as Anna spread her dark labia, exposing the contrast of her bright pink vagina. "And more..." Anna lifted her legs, keeping her thumbs on her opened pussy, and spread her cheeks. Tiffany was stunned at the sight of Anna's pubic hair standing upright like black seaweed, her glistening dark (almost black) labia framed by her puffy lips, through which blazed her ruby rare cunt, punctuated by her pouting black asshole. Tiff's breasts were now hanging free but she felt her nipples throbbing with her heartbeat. Elizabeth coaxed her arms straight up so she could peel off the garment. She dropped Tiff's bra straps over her shoulders and her bra fell to the floor. "Play with your clitoris Anna," Elizabeth commanded. The delectably petite Asian woman placed her feet on the tabletop again, trapped her clitoris between her two middle fingers and rubbed it gently, moaning and working her legs open and closed. Her ass wriggled on the table and her moans sounded like a kitten pleading for its mother's milk. The soft wet sounds of her rubbing fingers made gentle clicks. "Fuck your cunt Baby," Elizabeth soothed and Anna slipped the middle finger of her right hand inside, digging against her g-spot and writhing like a snake being held down. Another finger joined in and she worked them in and out with sodden slurps. Elizabeths hands fondled Tiff's breasts. She pecked her neck with her lips and licked the rims of her ears. Tiffany squirmed in her chair, feeling her wet pussy lips slide against each other. "Have you ever eaten a woman's pussy Tiffany?" "No," she answered in a tremulous whisper. Scholarship Requirements Ch. 02 As you remember from chapter one, after her husband's death Tiffany Andrews found that he had squandered his fortune which left her in financial straits. She was forced to sell her home and move into more modest surroundings. Forced with taking one of her children out of the prestigious Hedley Coleville Academy she appealed to Elizabeth Jones, principal of the school, for tuition relief, hoping she could keep the younger daughter enrolled. The outcome of that meeting was at first shocking to Tiffany. Ultimately it was thrilling. Elizabeth Jones had made her a proposition she couldn't refuse, offering a full scholarship to the younger child in exchange for sex. At that meeting she brought her secretary, Anna Linn, a diminutive woman from Taiwan, who herself had been made the same offer. She had commanded her to strip then ate her pussy in front of Tiffany then seduced Tiffany into a ménage-a-trois. Within a week of the initial liaison Anna Linn had to go back to Taiwan to renew her visa. So, Elizabeth asked Tiffany to fill in for just the two weeks that Anna would be gone. But when Anna arrived in Taiwan she called Elizabeth and told her that she had to stay on to take care of her ailing parents. It is now two months since Anna's departure. Tiffany has been serving as the Principal's pet, spending an hour behind closed doors each day with Elizabeth. During Anna's absence Tiffany has developed not only great respect for Ms. Jones but worshipful adoration for the compelling woman, developing an intense need for Elizabeth's sexual stimulation. At least twice a week, during the last two months Elizabeth has called Tiffany into the office for their 2:00pm meeting, during which time one of the other secretaries would fill in. Yesterday, Tiffany answered the phone. It was Eloise Parker, a mother of one the students at the school, called asking for an appointment with Ms. Jones. When Tiffany asked what the appointment would entail Mrs. Parker hesitated then said, "um...I need to talk with Ms. Jones about special consideration for my daughter Samantha." "...special consideration?" Tiffany asked. Somewhat defensively, Eloise Parker said, "It's rather personal...something I prefer discussing with Ms. Jones in private." When Tiffany hung up the phone she grinned. She was quite familiar with the sound of desperation she detected in Mrs. Parker's voice. She knew the woman would get what she wanted and was excited that it would be her turn to show Elizabeth just what kind of assistant she could be. Buzzing Elizabeth, she told her what she suspected. "Ah perfect," Elizabeth purred in her husky voice, "I've been hoping we would have a new convert soon." She was quiet for a moment. "Is Abigail in the office yet?" Abigail was the woman who lately was taking over the office when Tiffany went in for her two o'clock assignation. In her mid forties, Abigail McClean, having never been married, was known to be a Bible thumper. She was willowy, with the exception of a slightly poochy stomach and her breasts appeared small. But Tiffany thought she might be wearing her bra too tightly to diminish their emphasis. She wore no makeup in compliance with her religious beliefs, which, if she had might have made her face attractive. "Ask her to take over dear," Elizabeth said to Tiffany. "Give me a couple minutes to get undressed and I'll be waiting for you." The principal seemed to have developed her own addiction to Tiffany. Her voice was mellow and syrupy. "We can spend the extra time discussing tomorrow's meeting with Eloise Parker... do you know her?" Tiffany replied that she remembered meeting Eloise at a back to school event last year...remembered the woman's perfectly shaped nose which was highlighted by her thick, sensuous lips. She recalled that she was about 5'5", had gorgeous legs, which showed off beautifully in the stylish heels she was wearing, complimenting her nearly perfect figure. Her breasts must be 34C, and her hips were almost in perfect balance. "She's beautiful, Tiffany." Elizabeth said... "a wonderful find, don't you think?" Abigail Wingate had been at Hedley-Colville for a number of years working as a teacher's aid. As a woman she had "known" only one man, the minister of the church she attended in college. Deep down she knew he was a rogue but his seduction, always starting and finishing with prayer, made her feel that she was God's chosen instrument for the minister's pleasure. When he left to start a church in a new city she was desolate, knowing she would never again feel his caress, that he would never again snuffle her pubis, his tongue swirling around the rim of her vagina, darting in like an anteater's, probing for tasty morsels. His sanctified cock always made her feel like such a woman, after his expert foreplay, massaging her insides to the point of heavenly orgasm. From the time he left Abigail was celibate and had become a lonely, frustrated woman. There'd always been speculation among the staff at Hedley Colville that Elizabeth Jones was a lesbian and was suspected of having trysts with certain staff members. She seemed to show an air of favoritism toward mothers of certain children as well. Abigail had heard the rumors but placed no truth in them. Nonetheless the rumors always stimulated Abigail sexually which made her feel guilty. When she thought of or heard the rumors she would always steal away to the ladies room and masturbate, fantasizing that somehow she might be drawn into the rumored trysts. This always made her feel guilty and she would pray to be delivered from the sin of sexual covetousness. When Anna Linn left and Tiffany Andrews filled her spot, Elizabeth asked Abigail if she would help out in the office. She told her that her job would be to keep the files intact, to help answer the phones and to fill in for Tiffany during their regular 2:00 briefings. It was not long after Abigail undertook her new assignment that she realized the rumors might be true. Elizabeth left instructions that they were never to be disturbed, for any reason. And, when Tiffany came out of her meeting she always smelled like...like Abigail's own finger when she fucked her own pussy at night...like the distant memory of how her lover's face smelled when he kissed her after his mouth had been on her pussy...and how his cock smelled after it had been in her cunt, when he made her suck it so he could cum in her mouth. It was puzzling to her that there could be so much of the scent on Tiffany's body. Though delicate, it was redolent. Today, Abigail came to the office early on purpose. She wanted to fantasize what might go on behind the door. She knew what she was thinking was sinful. But what might be going on behind that door was even more sinful and it excited her. Tiffany told her that they were expecting a visitor, a Mrs. Eloise Parker and, when she came in Abigail was to show right in. She fantasized that the mother be coming to the office for hanky panky. When Ms. Parker came into the office and asked to see Ms. Jones Abigail paused to assess her. She was one of the most beautiful women Abigail had ever seen, despite the fact that she appeared to be seven to eight months pregnant. "Go right in Mrs. Parker, Ms. Jones and Mrs. Andrews are waiting for you." The woman's expression went from sunny to dark. "I asked to see Ms. Jones privately." Abigail told her that Mrs. Andrews was there for her daily meeting and, undoubtedly, she would leave if the meeting was to be private. With that she opened the door, went into the office and closed the door behind her. In the inner office both Elizabeth and Tiffany's jaws nearly dropped when they saw that Mrs. Parker was not only pregnant, but apparently only a month or so away from delivering. "Sit down Ms. Parker," Elizabeth said, "May I offer you some water...or tea perhaps?" "Nothing thanks. Looking warily at Tiffany the woman said, "Uh...Ms. Jones "May we talk privately?" "Of course, Mrs. Parker," the principal said. "Tiffany, would you leave us alone?" When the door opened Abigail gave Tiffany her seat and went back to her desk. "Her baby will be here soon," she said, wanting to engage Tiffany in conversation. "Yes, "Tiffany said, with a far off gaze and a wistful smile. "Yes it will." The principal said, "Please call me Elizabeth, Mrs. Parker. May I call you Eloise?" It was the same routine with all the new candidates. But this one is going to be much more interesting, Elizabeth thought, glancing at Eloise's huge belly. "Forgive me for staring Eloise, I didn't realize you were expecting. Congratulations. Everything's fine I hope." "Everything is fine, with the baby, Ms. Jones..." "Elizabeth." "Elizabeth... but my husband has been laid off and I'm afraid, unless I can work something out with you, I'm going to have to take Samantha out of Hedley-Colville and place her in public school." Elizabeth opened a folder on her desk and studied it. "Samantha is an excellent student Eloise. She's responded well to the challenges we have presented her with here. I hope she won't become bored in the public school." Eloise's fingers were lacing and grasping as if she were washing her hands. "I'm desolate Ms... (Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and smiled) Elizabeth. After a short pause she said, "Elizabeth? I could help out at the school...as many hours as you would like..." Her hands went to her belly. "But..." She began to sob. "But you are expecting the baby in a month or so," Elizabeth said. Reaching across the desk she patted the sobbing woman's arm. She rose from her chair and came around the desk, took Eloise's hands and coaxed her to her feet. "You poor dear," she said, "you're distraught Eloise," But... I can give you hope." She embraced her, holding the sobbing woman in her arms, allowing the waves of heartache to subside. "You poor sweet dear," she said while leading Eloise to the conference table. She pulled out the chair on the left of the end of the table and said, "You're not the first mother I've helped, Eloise." Eloise looked up hopefully at Elizabeth who was smiling. "I bet you could use a cup of tea right now," the principal said. Eloise nodded her head. Moving to her desk she pressed the intercom button. Tiffany's voice came through in acknowledgement. "Tiffany, would you bring in some tea?" Walking behind Eloise, Elizabeth put her hands on the woman's tense shoulders. "You're so uptight my dear." She had cried before about her dilemma but each time she finished with no idea how she would resolve how to afford her daughter's education at such and expensive school. This time however the crying seemed to have renewed her. For some reason she felt washed. And, for the first time in months, Eloise began to relax. The attractive principal's skilled hands were untying the knots in her neck and she allowed a sliver of hope. She remembered vividly from her first pregnancy how sexual feelings coursed through her body keeping her in constant need of sex. Her husband had freely indulged her. But this time her libido had been raging even more avidly and her husband hadn't been attending to her needs. Elizabeth's skilled fingers kindled a flame beneath Eloise's erogenous cauldron. With each movement, the fire was growing hotter. Having always incorporated massage into her seduction routine Elizabeth was well aware of its effect. It was the same way she had enticed Tiffany. But Tiffany's body was not the same vessel of effervescent sexuality and Elizabeth was confident that Eloise would come into the fold quite willingly. In her soothing she voice said, "We've always been able to accommodate mothers, Eloise, who are willing to give a little extra effort to our program." Touching another knot in Eloise's neck her fingers pressed hard against it and it melted away. "Each person has had to make a sacrifice; more like a contribution. But, everyone who's been given this opportunity has participated...some still participate, even after their children have graduated." Elizabeth's fingers were touching spots in the vulnerable woman that she hadn't known to exist, driving warm tendrils throughout body, sending creepers to her fingers and toes. Her logical mind flashed a warning but her psyche was being cuddled by the arms of an erotic octopus and she yearned to feel what the beast's arms might kindle next. "Each is a beautiful woman in her own right... as are you Eloise," Elizabeth soothed. "Because you're pregnant though, you're even more beautiful in my eyes." When she was six months pregnant and her hormones began to rage her husband rejected her sexually. She had always thought herself beautiful and loved the look of her pregnant body. But, from that point, she refused to look in the mirror, thinking that her misshapen body made her look like a freak. Elizabeth's comment about her pregnancy being beautiful fell on fertile ears. She was in such need of sexual gratification that she welcomed Elizabeth's tender attention. She was comfy...was becoming mesmerized. Tiffany walked into the office carrying a tray with a teapot and three delicate china cups. "Meet one of the women who has enjoyed her...uh...sacrifice," Elizabeth said to Eloise, her fingers gently kneading Eloise's cheekbones then smoothing over her shoulders. "Have you enjoyed your sacrifices Tiffany?" Elizabeth asked. "Yes," Tiffany whispered, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned her head, stretching her neck so Elizabeth could kiss it. As the principal's lips melted against her tightened flesh Tiffany writhed her hips and pushed her ass against Elizabeth's middle. She then unbuttoned the top of her slacks, reached her right hand inside and began to masturbate, moaning as Elizabeth manipulated her breasts. In her husky, sensuous voice Elizabeth said to Eloise, "You may touch yourself sweetie...if you would like." Transfixed, Eloise's pupils were big polka dots surrounded by white bands. Her body crawled with a myriad of titillating sensations and she felt like she was levitating. Watching Elizabeth's tongue lick Tiffany's neck she sensed it on her own and felt an oozing in her pussy begin to run down her legs. She heard Tiffany say, "Isn't our pregnant beauty delicious?" She processed a moment of guilt but the shocks, emanating from her nipples and her clitoris, pushed the guilt aside and her fingers clutched at her swollen and dripping clitoris. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips and drew gouts of air through her nostrils, then emitted a series of soft moans. As if by magic Elizabeth's lips were inches from Eloise's ear and her hands had cupped her breasts. "This lovely lady, Tiffany, has a child on the same kind of scholarship that we'll give Samantha. Would you like to see her pussy Eloise?" The seductive woman's words and hot breath triggered and orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes," Eloise thought she whispered but it could be heard by Abigail on the other side of the door. "Oh, my Lord," Abigail mumbled to herself. She remembered how often she had said the same words with the only man who had ever fucked her, the minister of her church in college, the man who had made her cum to such glorious orgasms. The pictures she drew in her mind of what the three women were doing sent prickles up and down her spine and she felt the fabric of her panties wicking the moisture from her own vagina. Uttering a brief supplication for God to forgive her sins she raised her skirt and, through the panel of her panties, ground her fingertip into her clitoris. Looking up at Tiffany, Eloise realized how very attractive she was. Her eyes captured the flowing curves of an attractive woman's body that wasn't pregnant. Her gaze was met by Tiffany's vivid blue eyes that were surveying Eloise's misshapen body. Shyly, Eloise smiled at Tiffany who returned her smile with a flash of perfect teeth. When she saw Tiffany's tongue tip licking her upper lip Eloise imagined how it would feel touching her clitoris. At the thought, she winced and a surge of wetness coursed through the folds of her pussy. Elizabeth's hands had been kneading her breasts but suddenly came free. She moved back to Tiffany, wrapped her in an embrace and passionately kissed her mouth. Eloise watched their hungry mouths devour each other's, watched their tongues invisibly searching and dancing with one another and her cauldron of sexual ambience bubbled with excitement. Elizabeth congratulated herself for the way she was able to recruit new members to her harem. Just in the last year she had recruited three: Anna, who was now in Taiwan, Tiffany and now, she considered Eloise a definite conquest. She stood in front of Tiffany, to the side so Eloise could see, and methodically unbuttoned Tiffany's gauzy white blouse. Moving behind her she peeled it down her arms and dropped the diaphanous clump to the floor. Then, she undid her bra. Eloise couldn't remember when she'd been so aroused, so warm and cozy. She was jolted by the sharp kick of her baby. It was as if her unborn child was telling her in no uncertain terms that there was something just not quite right about this picture. Her inner voice sounded an alarm and she clutched her belly. Was her baby's kick a warning to stop or an urge to... go for it mom? She craved the almost forgotten joy of untamed orgasms and her heart was influenced by her pussy which was now a flowing stream. and she didn't want to be denied. "Fuck it," she said to herself and her inner voice was silenced. The huge load that was growing inside her body relaxed. It seemed to be floating in its warm lake, anticipating the thrilling ride it was about to experience. She raised the hem of her maternity dress, touched the sex soaked panel of her panties and manipulated the fabric against her swollen node. Alive with erogenous prickles she was eager for whatever these two women had in store for her. "God," Elizabeth whispered in Tiffany's ear, "I've never realized how excited a pregnant female could get." "It's wild," Tiffany said, remembering her own gestation, "I craved sex like a starving animal craves food." The fingers of three hands worked their pussies, the excitement of each woman amplifying the arousal of the others. Tiffany's two middle fingers slithered over her engorged and slick clitoris and pressed it between them, causing the slippery knot to squirt between them like a grape being squeezed out of its skin. Elizabeth's arm was pinned to her stomach by Tiffany's back but her finger flicked her clit and wetly fucked her cunt. Both women bit their lips and grunted, fidgeting and squirming like two little girls needing to go to pee. As their body's contorted both women watched Eloise's mouth form a perfect oval and heard the hollow whooshing of her breath that chugged like the little engine that could on its downhill path. Her eyes were closed and her legs opened and closed in a perfect cadence. With her eyes stretched wide Eloise wildly rubbed her own clit as she watched the two women masturbate. The first to cum, she screeched like a startled child then whooped her orgasm and gasped for air. Tiffany, like a Lamaze student, sucked in and blew out before she came, her gusher saturating her hand and sagging down her inner thighs. "Shit!" Elizabeth hissed through clenched teeth, her body quaking her own release. Still panting, she and Tiffany hugged and, like carousel horses, pumped up and down in their excitement. Once again, in the outer office, Abigail heard the excited cries from behind the door. She'd been close to an orgasm fifteen minutes before when a teacher who was looking for supplies came into the office and broke the spell. Embarrassed that the woman might have expected what she was doing under her desk she handed her the paper, fearing that the smell of pussy on her fingers would be detected. When the woman left she tried to calm herself but couldn't. Finally, giving way to her urges, she slid two fingers inside and dreamed of her minister friend's cock filling her yearning pussy. Another scream filtered through the door and her fingers dug greedily at her engorged clitoris and she clenched for the spasm that was on the cusp. Scholarship Requirements Ch. 02 Elizabeth and Tiffany, still breathless, watched Eloise lean over in her chair and cover her face with her hands. She coughed a sob and her shoulders began to tremble. They went to the emotional woman and caressed her, telling her that everything was going to be ok. Feeling a rare twinge of guilt Elizabeth said, "Oh, sweetie, we shouldn't have pushed you this way." Eloise raised her head. Her face was wet with tears and her nose blazed bright red. "No...no...please," she blurted, "I need more! Please, I need it so badly. I haven't had sex for so long, Ms. Jones...Elizabeth. Please!" Elizabeth sent Tiffany to the corner of the room where the cushions were piled. She picked two up and positioned them on the conference table then Elizabeth signaled Tiffany to help Eloise stand. Together, like ladies in waiting for a princess, they ceremoniously undressed her. Eloise sniffled, smiled timidly and said, "Y, you must think I'm terrible—a woman who is almost ready to give birth—acting this way." Tears ran down her cheeks. "I'm so ashamed." Elizabeth and Tiffany looked at one another and stifled the urge to laugh. A woman crying for shame while standing between two other naked women in the principal's office of an elementary school was too ironic—the kind of thing limericks are made of. Eloise had the most remarkable skin, it was almost translucent. The skin of her huge belly was stretched taut like the head of a drum and her navel resembled a protruding avocado seed. She was in such good shape though that her watermelon-like expansion looked out of place on her beautiful body. She had gained very little weight other than the weight of her baby and its amniotic sac. There were no stretch marks. Her ordinarily 38C breasts though hung pendulously with the weight of her milk. Her areolas were dark red, shiny headlights and her large reddened nipples showed a small white seep which formed a droplet on each teat. Tiffany stood behind her and caressed her bursting breasts while Elizabeth bent and licked her protruding navel, suckling it while caressing Eloise's wet inner thigh. Skillfully, she moved her lips up the expanse of the pregnant belly, her hands making the same progress up Eloise's leg. Elizabeth felt the roundness of the underside of Eloise's left breast soften against her cheek while her middle finger caressed the fullness of the pregnant woman's large pussy lips. At the same time, Tiffany's hand on Eloise's breasts pushed in and rolled them upward, raising them. Elizabeth's tongue licked a line where the bottom of the breast converged with the midriff while her finger was sluicing through the trembling woman's squishy labia. Tiffany pinched the nipple, forcing a catlike mew from Eloise's lips and, as she pushed it in, a jet of warm milk laid a white line on Elizabeth's cheek. Tiffany spread her finger in a wide vee, allowing Elizabeth's tongue room to lick Eloise's nipple and areola and, when the tip of her tongue flattened on the nipple and the tip of her middle finger teasingly flicked her clitoris, Eloise exploded, "Oh, my fucking God!" Abigail couldn't believe her ears. It was blasphemy! But the sinful words were so exciting. She needed more in her pussy. Picturing the image of God on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, touching life to Adam's fingertip, she imagined Adam's huge erection and felt herself being lifted in the Father's colossal palm then being gently lowered until the giant cock penetrated her and filled her with its primal maleness. Like an epileptic seizure her orgasm caused her to bite her lip, making it bleed. The women edged Eloise back to the conference table, they helped her position her bottom on one pillow and laid her head on the other. The cold table against her naked skin was a welcome shock. She watched Tiffany bending at the foot of the table, her face disappearing between her legs. She felt heat between her legs exuding from Tiffany's face and felt soft cheeks sliding against her drenched thighs. As she felt Tiffany's hot breath on her pussy Elizabeth sucked and, as Tiffany's lips pressed their pliant warmth on her pussy, tremendous ecstasy surged throughout her body. She was afloat in amniotic ambience, the magnificent sensations caused by one woman suckling her breast and the other licking her pussy sending shock waves throughout her body. At first, as lips and tongues sucked and lapped furiously, she couldn't separate the two. Her milk shushed through the duct of her nipple and her tongue fluttered clitoris seemed ready to burst. As a colossal orgasm approached the women's lips suddenly left her body and she was left suspended on the cusp. Opening her eyes she saw the two women leaning across the table, kissing. Milk, her milk, the milk she was making for her baby, dribbled from their chins and splashed on her distended abdomen. Everything went black and she felt herself falling into a deep abyss. When she came to she saw the room two women standing...kissing. Her eyes caught the brightly colored double dildo that stretched between the legs of Elizabeth and Tiffany, plugged inside each woman's pussy. They writhed and moaned, sliding their pussies off the rubber dong, making it sag in the middle, then humping it deeply inside their bodies. Their kisses became hungrier and their fucking accelerated until they both embraced tightly and trembled as one. Liquid leaked from the younger woman, gathered down rubber shaft and dripped down the tightly pressed legs of the coupled women. One penis head came free as Elizabeth pulled away, took Tiffany by the hand and, with the long rubber shaft dangling from her partner's pussy, the principal led Tiffany to the table. She grasped Eloise's ankles and bent and positioned her knees, spreading them. Then she led Tiffany by the dildo, placing it against Eloise's pussy, pushing until the penis head popped inside. Holding the shaft in her left hand she pushed on Tiffany's butt with her right hand, eased the long shaft inside the pregnant woman's cunt. "FUCK ME!" Eloise cried, starving for something hard and thick to fill her pussy. She hadn't felt such inner pleasure for months and she was desperate. "FUCK ME....PLEASE!" She bucked up to take more of the dildo which Tiffany rammed deep inside her. With her vaginal muscles she tightened on the long shaft she and began humping Eloise hard. Eloise's head, her mouth in a tightly fixed oval, waggled back and forth. Her eyes were saucer wide and her nostrils flared, allowing gouts air to whoosh in and out. The cock inside her, even though plastic and being applied by a woman, was as exciting to her as was the first man's cock that had ever fucked her. But now she knew what the feelings would make her do, feelings she had missed for so long. As her head moved wildly back and forth she caught the image of Elizabeth tightening the giant strap on cock that protruded menacingly from her loins. She bit her lower lip as the woman walked toward the table, wondering what would happen next. To Tiffany Elizabeth said, "Get your cock," and Tiffany obeyed, sliding her pussy off the double dildo and leaving it hanging from Eloise's cunt. "I'm gonna fuck you with something big now baby," Elizabeth said to Eloise and with a sucking pop she pulled the dildo out of Eloise's pussy, dropped it on the floor and grasped Eloise's ankles. Spreading the woman's legs and holding her feet high she positioned the ten inch dildo at the verge of the reddened pussy and pushed. "GOD!" Eloise yelled her mouth forming a wide chasm. She winced at the pain of the bulk being forced inside her. "It hurts Elizabeth," she said. But, Elizabeth kept pushing the oversized cock into Eloise. It slid, but slowly. Eloise couldn't believe how wide her pussy was being stretched. It burned at first but as the thickness filled her void her pain morphed to wicked pleasure, the kind she had never felt before. "God Elizabeth...Yes...Yes!" Once again she was being driven toward orgasm. "You are NOT to cum until I do Eloise," Elizabeth commanded. It was the kind of warning that carried with it the threat of punishment. Elizabeth was thrilled at how easily Eloise had become a member of the club but realized it might be too soon to exert the manner of dominance that Tiffany had come to accept. Slowly, she slid the cock out of Eloise's pussy and softened her words. "Perhaps, sweetie, you would like to taste yourself." Then, she brought herself even with Eloise's head and offered the glistening black cock to her mouth. How many cocks had she sucked before she was married, and how many times had she sucked her husbands cock since, and had loved it every time? But this cock was not alive. What kind of feeling would this mystifying woman get out of it? As preposterous as it seemed to her, Eloise eagerly opened her mouth and took the huge member between her lips. She looked up at Elizabeth, just as she would have looked up at her husband, and was captivated by the expression on Elizabeth's face, whose ovalled oohs telegraphed her pleasure. As Elizabeth looked into her eyes she thrilled at her reaction, the taste of her own juices and the novelty of a rigid cock protruding from a woman. She sucked it, moving her lips over the shaft and sliding it deep inside, licking the underside, just like she would a man's. She gobbled and slobbered, sucking noisily. "Now," Elizabeth directed, "take it out of your mouth Eloise and look over at Tiffany," Tiffany stood beside the table with the twin to Elizabeth's cock pranging the air. "Suck it," Elizabeth commanded and Eloise obeyed, gobbling the proffered cock just as she had done Elizabeth's. "And now, our sweet, pregnant guest it is time for us all to cum." Tiffany removed the cock from Eloise's mouth and went back to the foot of the table. She grasped Eloise's ankles and lifted them, spreading her legs wide. Eloise oooooohed a ten inch sigh, matching the length of the cock as Tiffany buried all of it inside her pussy. Her eyes were wide like a frightened animal, anticipating what might happen next. Tiffany bent forward letting her breasts dangle against Eloise's. She pulled her strapped cock almost all the way out of her pussy. Elizabeth stepped behind the bent over Tiffany. She eased her cock into Tiffany's hungry cunt, to long coo of Tiffany's pleasure. Eloise was on the cusp. "Do NOT cum," Elizabeth sternly commanded, "EITHER of you." Straining to hold back Eloise bit her lip. She squeezed her vaginal muscles tight to withhold the surge. Elizabeth slammed her cock deep into Tiffany's cunt, pushing Tiffany's cock into Eloise, and then pulled back. She slammed her again, "oof!" Then, she slammed her again driving Tiffany's cock home. "UNG," they all exclaimed each time all three bodies slapped together. The glistening black cocks appeared and disappeared. Both Elizabeth and Tiffany were gasping, holding back, slamming and slap, slap, slapping. Eloise's jaw was so tightly clamped that she thought it would cramp. Holding back, she bit her lip so hard that blood trickled into her mouth. Her baby kicked hard, once then twice. She was ready to explode. "Gnuh," Elizabeth strained and Tiffany filled the room with ooh, ooh, oohs. "Gnuh," Elizabeth grunted again then said through clenched teeth, "Cum ladies, Cum!" She quivered in place like an epileptic, shaking her head violently then gasping a hoarse moan and falling on Tiffany's back. Tiffany shrieked her orgasm but Eloise had been holding back so tightly that she had to grunt to trigger hers, and then exploded. She whooped as she felt the pressure release, squirting her pressurized cum past the thick cock that plugged her hole. She had never squirted like this before and feared she may have broken her water. It was hot and pooled on the table. There was a buzzing in her ears and she gasped for air. Entwined with each other on the conference table the three women, damp with perspiration and slick ejaculate, came down, moaning, gasping, and sighing. "Whew," Elizabeth said, "that was more than I expected." Then, she announced, "Let's freshen up and get dressed ladies, we've overrun our allotted time." When they were dressed and presentable she said, "So, Eloise, it looks like you're enthusiastic about being part of the group." "Truthfully," Eloise responded, "I was shocked when I understood what you wanted. But as I watched you and Tiffany I couldn't control my feelings. I was embarrassed to admit that I'm a voyeur, something I've struggled with since college. And, you two released an animal inside me that apparently has been penned up all my life. I hadn't realized how starved for sexual attention that I've been and you have opened a whole new world for me. Yes, I want to be part of the group but I don't think I'll be able to do this again until after the baby comes." Elizabeth sat in her power position again, her elbows on the desk and her fingers tented. She smiled and nodded as Eloise spoke, glanced across to Tiffany who was sitting next to Eloise and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "See how easily the program works?" She folded her hands and replied, "Of course my dear, I understand...we both understand. Don't give it another thought. Samantha will receive the scholarship immediately. And, when you're ready, maybe in four months or whenever you feel the kind of need that was satisfied today, I think we'll be able to attend to you again. In the meantime Eloise, I extend my best wishes for the completion of a wonderful pregnancy." She stood and extended her hand as if to say, "the interview's over." The door opened and the sleazy feeling Abigail watched the pregnant woman walk through it. She had a healthy glow on her cheeks that looked like she just completed a five mile walk. The woman who had been so uptight when she went in was now completely at ease. No wonder, she thought. "I hope your interview was successful Mrs. Parker," she said, which cause Eloise's face to turn bright red. "Yes," Eloise said. "My daughter Samantha is being given a scholarship." She didn't know why she felt she had to explain this to the secretary. "Goodbye," she said and left the office. "We were a little loud today," Tiffany said to Elizabeth. "Eloise was loud," Elizabeth returned then commented, "Never having been pregnant myself "I didn't understand how much those hormones could get so churned up." "I just hope there was nobody else other than Abigail in the office," Tiffany said. "Yes," Elizabeth responded, "I'd better have a talk with her." "How will you explain it?" Elizabeth stroked her chin. "How would you feel, Tiffany, about Abigail becoming a member of the group?" She saw the smirk on Tiffany's face and the almost imperceptible shake of her head. "I know." Elizabeth folded her hands again then leaned back in her chair and laced her fingers behind her head. "She's a Bible thumper, one whose emotions must be incredibly pent up." "But can you get turned on by a woman who is so plain Elizabeth?" "I don't think I'm the one who has to worry about that Tiffany. Look inside yourself." Her eyes fixed Tiffany's whose peered out of their corners in guilt. "But, if she learned a little about makeup and how to dress a little more stylishly, I think you'd be totally amazed at how beauty can be suppressed. And, just as we opened a whole new world, as she said, for Eloise, maybe we can do the same for Abigail... just one way to keep the tongues from wagging at Hedley Coleville Academy." Tiffany shook her head and laughed. "You never cease to amaze me Elizabeth." Scholarship Requirements "Let me show you." Poised, Elizabeth walked to the table, her hips now swaying sensuously. She stood over the writhing form of Anna, looked back at Tiffany with a pleased smile then pulled a chair behind the petite Asian and sat down. Tiffany watched as her back bent and her head went down between Anna's legs, lower until she could see Anna clench her palms flatten on the tabletop. The only noise in the room was Anna's pleasured moans until the wet silkiness of Elizabeth's tongue joined in; followed by the sound of Elizabeth's nostrils pulling air. As she watched, Tiffany became aware of Elizabeth's hand on her right breast pushing it against her chest and massaging it in a circular motion; Elizabeth's left hand was inside her panties, rubbing her own wet clitoris. Anna's legs stiffened and frog kicked, her moans turned to measured shrieks. The view of the back of Elizabeth's wagging head and the sound of her lapping tongue and lusty moans made Tiff rub her clit more forcefully. She stiffened, gritted her teeth, gasped and cried out, "Oh God!" Her orgasm surged through her body and she quivered and released in the most satisfying orgasm she had had since before Claude died. Miriam's face flashed into her brain and she whispered, "Yesss," before being shrouded in blackness. When she awoke she was laying on the lush carpet, naked. A small black haired woman was kneeling at her feet, massaging them. She couldn't see her face and the woman's long black hair covered her breasts. Tiff's head was resting on a soft warm pillow. She looked up and her eyes caught the lovely shape of two beautiful breasts tipped with medium sized, pinkish brown nipples. They were centered on large round areolas and stood out like erasers. Above the breasts was the face of a beautiful blue-eyed woman. Her senses returning, she realized she had blacked out...that she was laying in Elizabeth's warm and naked lap, and Anna, the beautiful Asian secretary was massaging and now kissing her feet. "Welcome back sweetie" Elizabeth purred. Anna's touch was so very delicate. Tiffany felt like she was being massaged with butterfly wings. The warmth of Elizabeth's nude body filled her with a feeling of safety and security. She watched as Elizabeth's face loomed over her; her lipstick had worn off. When they touched Tiff's lips they felt soft... warm pillows. A familiar aroma, the same aroma Tiff had smelled on her fingers whenever she had played with her own pussy, the same aroma she smelled on Claude's cock after it had been in her pussy before he had cum, filled her nostrils now. It was the smell of Anna's pussy...and she loved it. It was as if she were afloat on a billowy cloud being attended to by angels. Elizabeth's hands fondled Tiff's breasts, her fingers tenderly exploring the expanse of soft flesh, pimpled areolas and the large nubbins of her nipples. She felt Anna's hands lifting her waist and she instinctively arched her back to help. She felt the soft pillow being placed beneath her ass, Anna coaxing her knees up and spreading her legs then, Anna's soft warm tongue sluicing through her groove. The connection of electrical charges was completed and her body became charged with incredible warmth. Two tongues: Elizabeth's exploring the inside of her mouth, its slick underside on the velvet top of hers and then the velvet of Elizabeth's under the slippery underside of hers. Anna's, wetting itself in the pool of her slit then sliding juicily to her clitoris, moving in tiny micro-circles, touching nerve endings that sent charges in new directions. The kiss between Elizabeth and Tiff was long; their tongues probed and circled wildly. Like a snorting mare Tiff's nostrils inhaled for both she and Elizabeth, hers served as an exhaust. Both chins glistened with saliva that leaked from the seal of their lips. Cradled in Elizabeth's arms Tiff experienced new sensations; a woman's kiss, hands fondling her breasts, another woman's tongue licking and laving her vagina, lapping and probing her anus. She felt Elizabeth's fingers caress her tummy and scratch through her pubic hair, those long red fingernails. She felt Anna's mouth compress on her vulva and heard her throat clutching for breath (Elizabeth's hand had left Tiff's tummy and she laced her fingers in Anna's hair and pushed her head against Tiffany's pussy). She was floating in her mother's amniotic fluid. Once again, Anna lifted Tiff's legs. She puckered her lips on Tiffany's puckering asshole and oozed a mouthful of saliva inside then slid her middle finger in Tiff's ass, slithering in and out. When Anna's tongue left Tiff's clit Elizabeth's finger penetrated the ravished woman's cunt and worked opposing the movement of Anna's finger. Her thumb twiddled Tiff's clit and her left hand rolled and pinched the knot of her nipple. Tiffany's orgasmic threshold had been crossed. She stiffened like her toe had been pushed into an electrical socket and her body vibrated in passionate spasms. She had known the joy of orgasmic sex with Claude; he had been a skilled and tender lover. But the ministrations of these two women were incredibly in sync with her desires. Where, sometimes, she had to show Claude where to place his fingers, or how much pressure to apply these angels knew. They were women. They knew! And, her release was not only more intense but more natural. It seemed that they were all working as a team whose goal was to bring Tiff back into the realm of sexuality as well as steeping themselves in mutual pleasure. Deep down, she knew that she was there at Elizabeth's behest, a sensual ultimatum. Her first instincts were to rail against it, to resist but, once her juices began to percolate again, she knew that what ever Elizabeth demanded of her she would willingly comply. Two glorious orgasms...and what would be expected of her in return? She lusted for the answer. "Maybe you would like to eat Anna's pussy," Elizabeth said to her. Tiffany recognized that she was too classy a woman to make a command. But, it was a command, none-the-less. "Anna, perhaps you would like to lay on the floor." She smiled like a good teacher. "Maybe Tiffany would like to sit on your face?" Anna laid on the floor, her dark brown eyes, like a puppy that had just been rewarded, soaked in Elizabeth's approval. Elizabeth put the pillow under her head. She held out her hand and took Tiffany's, helping her to her feet. "Come my dear." She led Tiff to stand at Anna's head then took both hands, and while straddling Anna's feet said, "Kneel down and put your pussy on Anna's mouth." She wanted to say 'yes ma'am' but just nodded her head, bent her knees and with Elizabeth's hands steadying her she knelt then slowly lowered her ass until she felt Anna's lips on her pussy. She looked up, wincing with pleasure when Anna's tongue flapped like butterfly wings in her sodden groove, and, for the first time got a good look at her children's principle, standing naked before her. In her three inch heels she towered over her. She looked like a fashion model, slim hips, slight breasts, a flat belly and a shaved mound. Elizabeth looked hard into Tiff's eyes then, with hers, forced Tiff's vision to Anna's pussy. As commanded, she lowered her body until her tits had sagged to Anna's tummy, indenting her nipples. Elizabeth stepped back, bent down and took hold of Anna's ankles, raising her legs. "Wrap your arms around her legs, hun." Tiffany complied, wrapping her arms around Anna's legs, just below the knee. She spread them and lowered her head, gazed at Anna's black mink triangle and, while wiggling her ass to the sensation of the Asian's waggling tongue, she lowered her head close to Anna's pussy. Once again she was taken with how slight her pussy lips were, and when she spread her legs wider and saw the puffy lips open and expose the labia, she was amazed at how black they were, and how, when the woman's cunt opened, her insides glowed a deep pinkish orange. She had dreamed of putting her mouth on another woman's pussy since she and her college roommate, Miriam, had kissed that night years ago. And now, as the redolence of Anna's female musk wafted in her nostrils, she pressed her lips on the puffy lips, pointed her tongue and opened them and, when she tasted the exquisite honey she clamped and quivered in a mini orgasm. This ignited Anna's passions and she wiggled and moaned, lapped and slurped. Tiffany savored the smell and taste and texture of Anna's pussy. With the tip of her tongue she touched her clit the way she liked to have her own clitoris touched, glided it over the surface of the slippery node, amazed at, though it was so small, how large the surface seemed to be. As Anna was doing the same to her, using her woman's tongue to excite a woman's parts, knowing how and what and how much and how little, Tiff had taken so naturally to the lingual luxuriance that Anna's cunt was flowing with her excitement. "Hold your ass up Mrs. Andrews," Elizabeth commanded. Reaching her hand under Tiffany's abdomen she pulled her up and away from Anna's tongue, which was still flapping on her clitoris. Since Claude's passing Tiff had longed for the feeling of a rigid cock inside her, something she wondered if it would ever happen again. She wasn't prepared for the feeling and wondered how Elizabeth was achieving it. While the two women were writhing on the floor Elizabeth had walked to her desk, opened the bottom drawer and had taken out the strap-on she kept for these afternoon idylls, along with other toys. She had always been amazed at how many people lived over their heads and it wasn't unusual for mothers to come in from time to time, hemming and hawing about their financial condition. The women always said they would do anything to keep their children enrolled and if Elizabeth was interested in adding them to her harem she would show them the way. She had only met Tiffany Andrews a couple times since she enrolled her children at Hedley Colville but, secretly, wished she could have sex with her. Though she was sorry for the attractive young woman's loss, she was pleased that she came into to plead for her children's continued enrollment. When Elizabeth held her hips and she felt the large object penetrating her pussy she yelped like a wounded coyote. It wasn't painful, but painfully wonderful. The large hard object (she had no idea what it was) filled her pussy and stopped just short of her cervix. Elizabeth's hand pushed the back of her head down and she resumed eating Anna's pussy. Elizabeth pulled back, almost removing the object from her pussy then shoved it in hard. She lifted her head and yelped again, feeling Elizabeth's hand pushing her head back to Anna's pussy. "Would you like me to fuck you too, Anna?" "Yes, please, Elizabeth. Please," she implored in her subservient Asian woman's voice. She pulled the strap-on penis from Tiff's cunt, took her hand and helped her stand up. As Tiffany stood she looked in wonder at the large black dildo wobbling in front of Elizabeth's crotch. Elizabeth took Anna's hand and helped her up then led both women to the end of the conference table and had them stand together. "Show her what I want Anna." Anna complied and turned, bent over and stretched her arms forward. She placed her hands flat on the table. "Tiffany?" Tiff turned and copied Anna. "Kiss each other ladies." Anna and Tiff turned toward each other, both so vulnerable, standing naked before the grinning woman with the menacing dong. Their lips met in a tender kiss, which had the same effect on each woman, each one's ass wriggling in a plea or an invitation to Elizabeth, their minds anticipating the penetration of the black cock's thrust, each thinking, "Choose me." Anna felt it first, her gasp forcing her own air out of Tiff's mouth with a "pwah!" She bucked against a second and third thrust, exploding high pitched oohs from the tiny oval of her petite lips, which pouted when the large dick pulled out. Tiff marveled at the expressions on Anna's face and when her turn came, the absence of Claude's cock, the yearning for the sensations which she had become addicted to and the glee in being penetrated so forcefully, she whooped like she had been immersed in ice water. The nerve endings in her vagina reached out like the arms of a starving crowd, and wallowed in the overpowering sensations. Desperate to be satiated she clamped the muscles of her vagina but couldn't hold on and, when Elizabeth pulled the cock out with a "pop," she mourned its loss. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched Anna lurch forward from the driving force each of Elizabeth's four thrusts, grunting like a wounded pig. "Fuck me," she cried out and was rewarded ten (she counted them) fucks of that glorious, hard cock, each long stroke creating shocking sensations throughout her body. "Rub your clit baby," Elizabeth said, breathing heavily from her exertion. She pulled out on the tenth and before giving Anna her ten she said, "get ready to cum for Mama sweetie." Desperate to cum while being fucked she rubbed like she had never rubbed before. Her head wagged wildly, her hair swishing back and forth, and she cooed at what was to come. Anna began snorting like pig, punctuating her snorts with "yes, yes, yes," and, when Elizabeth commanded that she come now, she arched her back, stiffened, let out a screaming whoop and fell flat on the table with her arms extended Moslem-like supplication, panting from her exertion. "It will be twelve for you Mrs. Edwards—my Tiffany—and I want you to cum on twelve." She slid the long, hard cock inside Tiff's cunt and cooed, "onnnnne, count with me baby," and Tiffany repeated the count. She kept rubbing her clit and wiggling her ass, bucking back at each number, the first two slow, "two." Then , faster "three, four, five." She bucked and repeated each number, rubbing her clitoris, bending her knees like a little girl who had to pee. Tiffany felt the moisture of Elizabeth's perspiration dripping on her back and heard her gasp the last seven numbers. Her response was a dreamy echo. She was surrounded by an aura of sexual bliss, all of her nerve endings rigid, all being caressed with either phallic or imagined ecstasy. It would be hard to express what laid behind the door to her release. Was it the rubber band of a model airplane, its strands being twisted into knots until it was ready to break, that would whisk the plane in vibrating flight, or was it the long ride up, up, up the longest rollercoaster in the world, just before reaching the crest? Or was it both? Or was more? Her body was on fire when Elizabeth slammed her hard to the shout of "twelve!" The shutter of her mental camera released, letting in a kind of light she had never seen before—rapture—the images were surreal, the kind of surreal she had experienced as a teenager when she had dropped LSD. The pictures were larger, with vivid colors. In a giant emerald OZ she was a munchkin. Anna's eyes looked out of a forest of ebony hair. They were Bambi's eyes and her lips were huge and sensual. Even though Elizabeth was behind her Tiff's all-seeing eyes saw her standing proud, her smallish breasts perking, her nipples standing out like little fingers, to the first knuckle, indicating, "come to me." The black cock of her strap-on was buried in Tiffany's behind. The shutter snapped shut, burying her in darkness and the earthquake began. She was aware of crying out again and again, of the heat of her body rushing to her skin and retreating to her guts then back out again, each time in lessening waves. She felt her pussy flood with her sexual moisture, her asshole puckering tight, her toes crimping. She levitated, was carried by invisible hands to a soft, warm water bed. Or was she again in her mother's womb? When she recovered her presence she was on the floor, between the sweaty bodies of Elizabeth and Anna. Their kisses felt like butterflies' wings on her neck and ears and their perspiration like a soothing steam bath. "You must have come today, Tiffany, for reasons other than your children," she heard Elizabeth say." To her the reason became muddled, the children, yes, but the answer to her prayers. After they had all toweled off Elizabeth sat behind her desk. Tiffany was in the chair across the desk and Anna stood at the door. "Tell Meredith that our conference is over, Anna." Anna opened the door, went out and closed it. "So," Elizabeth said, "Can you afford tuition for one of your children, Tiffany?" Without hesitation Tiffany answered, "Yes, that would fit into my budget." "Then Amber will be paid for by you and Derrick will be on scholarship. Do you think that will work?" Tiffany nodded acceptance. "You can come in once a week and help me with filing. Will that be alright?" Alright? She could have been at the most elegant spa in the world and she wouldn't have felt better. "That would be just fine, Elizabeth." "And..." Tiffany looked at apprehensively at Elizabeth. "Anna has to go back to Taiwan next month to renew her visa. Do you think you could fill in for her for a couple of weeks?" "A couple of weeks," She answered as if she had been invited to go on a cruise. "Yes, I particularly need your help to counsel with a couple of mothers who are having financial problems....."