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Sweltings Academy Ch. 01

By: IceBluePhoenix



Chapter One: The Screening of Harmony Adair

It was 7:30, and I had just gotten into my office. It was a little late for me, especially considering that I had a full day ahead of me. I'm the principal at Swelting Academy, a private school that is known for its discipline and academic excellence. The goal is to prepare seniors for their first year of university. We only accept eighteen-year-old girls, and we try to teach them to be virtuous, intelligent, beautiful young women. It is my job to screen the applicants. I had one arriving at 8:00. I set about straightening my office, and just thinking about the joy of meeting a new student made me happy. As 35-year-old a man of principles, I take my job very seriously. 

Cindy, my secretary, buzzed me about fifteen minutes later to let me know the girl was early. I asked Cindy to bring in the girl's paperwork and set about studying it. Of course, she had top grades at her high school. Everything appeared to be in order. Now all that remained was her private interview. I buzzed Cindy and told her to send the girl in. Harmony had long, wavy blonde hair that fell in enticing ripples down her back. Her eyes were indigo, and her mouth was full and pouty. Her white button-down shirt strained around her ample breasts, and was tucked into the requisite plaid skirt. The skirt came to the middle of her slender, tanned thighs, but did not disguise the narrowness of her waist or the curviness of her hips. She would be enough to make any man's mouth water, but she was par for the course at Sweltings, so I calmly shook her hand, introduced myself, and guided her to a seat. 

From above her, I could see down her shirt. She was wearing a black lace bra, which was against our dress code. I could also see that her breasts were tanned, so she obviously either sunbathed nude or used the tanning bed nude. I was reserving judgment for the moment, but again, this was nothing out of the ordinary for our ladies. I returned to my seat and began asking her the icebreaker questions about her school and activities. She crossed one leg over the other, exposing the length of one perfect thigh. She let out a little squeak, suddenly, as she dropped her pen and it rolled across the floor.

"Well, you can go pick it up, Harmony," I smiled at her. She scurried across the room and bent to pick it up, and my suspicions were roused that her underwear did not meet our dress code either. I caught a hint of black lace and more than a hint of skin, so I was almost certain it was a thong.

As she returned to her seat, I knew it was time for the most exciting part of the screening process. I examined her for a moment before clearing my throat and getting to the point. "Miss Adair, you are aware that our disciplinary procedures at this school are both top secret and highly effective, are you not?" She smiled eagerly and gushed about how much she had heard about the school's outstanding reputation, and how she would be willing to do anything to receive the benefits of the school's academic and moral standards.

My smile became slightly more lecherous, although she did not notice. "Very well. You will need to sign here that you will abide by any disciplinary actions we prescribe, never tell anyone about our disciplinary measures, and never complain about them to anyone." Without pausing a moment, she signed. This was exactly how I liked our new students. Naive, sexy, and completely in my power.

I looked at her calmly a moment more before beginning the real induction into the school. "Take off your shirt," I commanded. She looked startled and was about to protest when I held up her contract and smoothly added, "Miss Adair, it is part of the screening process to ensure you are thoroughly following the dress code. You may not protest. This is purely a disciplinary act which I assure you all of our graduates have undergone." This was certainly true. I had seen and examined every undergarment, not to mention every pair of breasts, in the entire school. She still looked hesitant, so I added, "Anyway, you needn't be modest. I can see your lacy black bra through your shirt."

She was blushing, but I could see that her nipples were as hard as rocks. Harmony began unbuttoning her shirt while I watched attentively. "Very good," I commented as she unbuttoned the last one and left it dangling open. "Now take it off and place it on the floor." She did as she was told and looked at me for directions. "Take off your skirt," I instructed. "Don't worry. I saw your thong earlier when you bent over to pick up your pencil." She blushed more furiously, but her breathing was slow and erotic; her legs were shaking already. She was clearly aroused. Maybe there was more to Harmony Adair than I had expected. 

"Now come stand in front of me," I ordered, as her skirt dropped on the floor with a swish. Her body was a wet dream, but then, so was every other girl's in the school. Her lacy black bra and thong accented her deep tan and showed off her voluptuous curves. Her high heeled sandals and red toenail polish made her look like a seductress. 

"Very nice," I stated in my best schoolmaster tone. She thanked me, and I smiled encouragingly at her. I walked around behind her and felt her body tighten as I examined it. Then I put my hands on her shoulders and heard her gasp--but not in fear. I smiled again. "Now, Harmony, I want you to turn and face this full-length mirror." I guided her, as she was in such an advanced state of both arousal and humiliation that she could barely stand.

Her eyes widened as she saw herself so exposed to me, a man she had barely met, standing behind her. "That's right," I confirmed. "You look like a slut." She whimpered and ground her hips back into mine. This unveiling nearly always had this effect on the girls, and I found it extremely pleasurable. "Now, now, Miss Adair, ladies don't grind their barely-clad pelvises into strangers." I lowered my hands to her hips and held them securely, controlling my own arousal by looking ahead to what would soon be happening on my desk. Patience made this process so much more delicious. When she stopped wriggling, I swatted her ample ass almost gently to let her know she had been naughty. 

"Miss Adair, this bra you are wearing is simply inappropriate for our school. Remove it at once." She did so, as I eagerly waited for her breasts to drop out of the straining cups. This part never got old. They bounced out, one at a time, and her rose nipples looked so swollen they must have been painful.

"Why Miss Adair, you have very nice tits," I stated as if I were complimenting her on a well-written paper. "I will need to examine them, of course," I remarked. "In fact, I will need to examine them often for breast cancer." She opened her mouth as if to protest, but before she could, I had pinched one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. All that came out of her open mouth was a squeaky gasp. "Yes, I know Miss Adair, you were hoping I would do this," I crooned as I began twisting the nipples and kneading the ample flesh of her truly spectacular tits. "It was obvious from the moment you walked in the door with that whorish black bra on and your nipples jutting out like this. Go on. You can admit it to me." 

Between gasps, she managed to pant, "Yes, sir, I was hoping you would examine my breasts." 

"Call them tits, Miss Adair. That's what whores call them, and only a whore would want a complete stranger to play with her tits. Tell me what you wanted me to do."

"I wanted you to play with my tits, sir."

"Be more descriptive."

She was now making bucking movements with her hips and whimpering, but she managed to respond, "I wanted you to twist my nipples, grab my tits, suck them, bite them, fuck them. You made my nipples so hard the second I saw you, and I bent over so you could see down my shirt and so you would want to do exactly what you're doing right now."

"Very good, Miss Adair," I praised her. I rewarded her by letting her sit on my desk as I began sucking first one tit and then the other into my mouth. Her nipples were like candy, and I rolled them around and around my mouth. I gently nipped one, and I felt her stiffen. Without warning, I bit the other one hard, and she screamed as her body clenched, her head helplessly tossing side to side in the throes of orgasm. Yet again, I was happy that I had decided to soundproof my office. If anyone had heard any of the nubile young girls of the school screaming this way, I would have been completely mortified. My cock was hard, but even though her performance had been moving and she probably did have the best tits in the school, I wasn't ready to fuck her yet. 

"That was very nice, Miss Adair. Very nice. I'm glad you are being so open with me. Now take off that ridiculous excuse for an undergarment. It doesn't cover anything, and I can see that it is sopping wet from your arousal."

She managed to get to her feet and remove her thong. Her pussy juices were beginning to drip down the inside of her thighs. I was going to enjoy this next part. "Miss Adair, tell me what just happened. Explain to me why your snatch is dripping wet after you have just let your new principal see you naked."

She looked slightly abashed, and kept her eyes down as she responded, "Sir, I wore inappropriate clothing to my interview, and as a result I had to remove it. But my principal is an extremely sexy man, so when he was examining my breasts--I mean tits," she corrected, looking sideways at me. When I nodded, she continued, "I ended up begging him to do all kinds of things to them. He turned me on so much that I came without him even fucking me."

"I see," I stated firmly. "You realize that was very naughty, Miss Adair? Sit on my desk and spread your legs. Wide." She did. "You've shaved your pussy, Miss Adair. Why would you do such a thing?"

"Because it feels good, sensitive," she breathed as I seated myself in my rolling chair.

"Are you a virgin, Miss Adair?" I asked, rolling closer to the desk.

"Yes, sir. I am only preparing for the day someone makes love to me."

"You mean, for the first time someone fucks you?" I asked sternly. I moved my hands to grasp her hips and began stroking her lower abdomen with my thumbs. "Whores get fucked, Miss Adair. And only a whore would shave her pussy because it feels good." She was whimpering and tilting her pelvis up, hoping her inflamed clitoris would connect with my roving thumbs, which had now reached the place where her pussy hair should have been. "Don't worry, Miss Adair, I am going to touch your pussy in a moment. Tell me how that makes you feel."

All she could manage was a moan, so I stopped stroking and waited. "Please don't stop," she breathed. "It turns me on so much that you are touching me. I want you to touch me lower and deeper."

"You know what word I want to hear you say, Miss Adair," I replied sternly. "And I expect more specifics."

She gasped as I positioned my thumbs on either side of her clit, hovering but not touching. "I want you to touch my pussy," she responded, as she bucked her hips forward into my hands, which I kept maddeningly out of reach. "I want you to pinch my clit in your thumbs and pound your fingers into my cunt. No one has ever done that before, but I want you to, I need you to, PLEASE DON'T STOP!" I took her clit between my thumbs and stroked my thumbs slowly up and down, rolling her clit between them. I traced her pussy lips between my thumbs until they came to the opening of her slick, hot cunt. Then I removed my hands and studied the writhing, whimpering girl on my desk for a moment, teasing her. She was making incoherent sounds, begging me to keep going, so tense. Without preparing her, I shoved two fingers into that tight, wet hole, and she screamed in pleasure, pushing her hips into my hand. I gave two more thrusts, and she had come again, but while her pussy was still squeezing my fingers, I kept thrusting them in and out until the spasms subsided.

"Now, Miss Adair, you see how you are unable to control yourself during sexual temptation?" I asked patronizingly. "You just let a complete stranger disrobe you, bite your tits, and finger-fuck your virgin pussy. In a moment, you are going to let him fuck you on his desk, and you are going to beg for it." Her eyes rekindled with passion. "You see, you are even excited at the prospect. Now, is this moral?"

"No, sir," she breathed.

"But you're going to beg me to fuck you anyway, aren't you?" I used my stern voice.

"Yes, sir," she replied with a hint of eagerness.

"So what does that tell you about yourself?"

"That I am a naughty girl, that I love sex, that I am a whore even though I am technically a virgin."

"Precisely, Miss Adair. Remember that when I'm finished with you." I began removing my clothes, and I saw those indigo eyes widen at the sight of my bulging, straining seven inch cock. "Touch my cock, Miss Adair. It is erect because you are a slut, and that is why I am going to fuck you with it."

She reached both hands gingerly toward my rock-hard cock and began to gently stroke it. Her hands were soft and warm, and the sensation was incredible. I hoped that one day I would have to punish her by making her deep throat me, and it seemed likely given how enthusiastically she had fallen to my advances. All thought stopped for a moment as she cupped the head of my cock in her soft little hand and squeezed gently.

"Very good, Miss Adair," I praised her. "You really are a natural at this." She pulled the hand around and continued her gentle pressure all the way to the base of my cock. After she had done this twice, she was panting. "Miss Adair? Is it turning you on to play with a stranger's cock?" 

"Yes, sir," she moaned. "It's so hard, it's so big, and my pussy is aching to have it inside me. The more I stroke it, the more I want it pounding inside me. From the second I walked in, I was hoping you would set me on top of your desk and fuck me so hard I couldn't walk."

I had begun unconsciously stroking her tits again as she spoke, and she stopped talking with a gasp. I moved her hands away from my cock and positioned it at the entrance of her dark, swollen pussy. It was spasming just being close to my rock-hard cock. She was begging anyway. I pushed in slowly, but she beat her hips toward mine, begging me to do it harder, faster. Her cunt was so tight that I barely fit, but I began fucking her savagely, glorying in the pulsating, juicy virgin cunt I was devouring. She came again and again, but kept begging for more.

Finally, I was ready to release, but there was only one way I liked to cum in these whores. "Miss Adair, we are almost finished here," I stated, with a hint of a growl in my voice as a result of the rough sex. "Get on your hands and knees like the slut you are and tell me you want me to fuck you from behind."

She immediately cooperated as if she had been hoping I would make such a request. "Please, sir, fuck me from behind, fuck me like a slut, I'll do anything, just fuck me hard," she panted. I positioned myself behind her and pounded deep into her pussy so hard that her tits started jiggling. Then I did it again, harder, and watched those delicious tits slap her chin. Then I grabbed them and began kneading them in time to my thrusts. No matter how hard I fucked her, she asked me to do it harder, so I finally stopped holding back and she began screaming, "YES! YES! YEEESSS!" Finally, I felt her lapse into another orgasm, and with one final thrust, I joined her, squirting my cum deep into her pussy. This girl was the best fuck I'd had in weeks.

I took a moment to gather myself, and then stood. "Now Miss Adair, you will understand the reason for our first, most important rule. Twice a month, you must come to my office and beg me to fuck you. If I am unavailable, I may have one of our two assistant principals attend to you. It's obvious that you are a sex-crazed whore, and if you have no way to satisfy the urge, you will begin sleeping around. Today should be plenty of evidence for you. Am I right?"

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I am ashamed of my behavior today."

"Don't be ashamed, Miss Adair. It is completely natural to have sexual impulses. That is why we make these rules, so that you don't have to worry about when you will be able to have sex. From today, that remarkable pussy of yours is mine. Please reassure me that you understand."

She brightened. "Yes, sir. This pussy belongs to you."

"It should go without saying that you are NOT to have sex with any male who has not been cleared by me, nor should you have it at any time other than your scheduled one. I don't want other men touching that snatch."

"Yes, sir."

"If you are overcome with sexual desire, one of your roommates can help you alleviate it, but we do not allow masturbation. We will know if you attempt it. The punishment is quite severe."

"Yes, sir," she replied, slightly crestfallen. Obviously, this girl loved to masturbate. I imagined her sinking those delicate fingers into that tight cunt and licked my lips. God, I hoped she would decide to do it anyway. The video surveillance would be unbelievable, and the punishment would be even better. On the other hand, the surveillance tape of her and her roommate, Aubrey, would be equally satisfying.

"Our dress code requires you to wear the uniform bra and panties under your clothing. When you come for your bimonthly appointment, you may wear whatever underwear you wish, however. Do you have any further questions?"

"No, sir," she replied.

"All right, Miss Adair. You may use my shower to clean up, and then proceed to see Cindy, my secretary, who will direct you to your dormitory. I hope you enjoy your time with us."

"Thank you, sir," she replied, and her smile suggested that her gratitude was for more than my good wishes. She directed a longing glance toward my still-naked cock, but peeled herself off the floor and headed for the shower.

I looked at the agenda ahead of me and noticed that the rest of the day was full of administrative matters, but tonight, there would be a punishment to administer. God, I love my job. 

Sweltings Academy Ch. 02



Chapter Two: My Hand Slipped

I stretched luxuriously and sank onto the twin bed in my dormitory as my Sunday evening drew to a close. I had had a full week of classes and meetings the previous week, and the coming week appeared to be no less busy. I had been at Sweltings for two months now, and I was still grateful for the first-rate education I was receiving as an eighteen-year-old preparing for higher-level studies. It was a demanding curriculum, but I loved every minute of it.

As I contemplated the events of last week, I rolled over. A sensuous shiver started in my stomach and extended all the way to the tips of my fingers, leaving a mass of chill bumps on all of my exposed skin. I felt the color rise to my face as I realized why. It wasn't because my long blonde hair was falling in silky, fragrant waves to brush my lower back, which was exposed because the camisole I was wearing didn't quite reach my pajama pants. It wasn't because my sensitive nipples rubbed against the tight fabric of the cami. No, it was actually the memory of what had transpired to close my Friday.

Twice a month, I have an appointment to visit the principal of Sweltings. So does every other eighteen-year-old at the school. In these sessions, he uncovers and fulfills all of my sexual desires so that I will not be tempted to be promiscuous. I never can understand what it is about these sessions. I dread them, but I also desire them. The things I do repulse me sometimes, but they also make me shiver in ways that have nothing to do with disgust. It has nothing to do with him. Or almost nothing. At 35, he is incredibly good-looking. If I weren't having sex with him, I would want to. He has dark hair and brown eyes, and sometime between all of his duties as administrator, he must find time to work out. His skin is a tawny gold, and he smells like sandalwood. At first I was skeptical that the discipline regime at the school was logical, but the more I think about it, the more sense it makes. I'm definitely not tempted to be promiscuous knowing I have him to look forward to. 

One thing I do miss, though, is masturbating. I was beginning to be uncomfortably aware of it as I struggled to forget the things I had done in his office on Friday. Normally, our arousal isn't a problem. We are allowed to use our roommates to alleviate the natural tensions we experience. But Aubrey was out visiting home, and it would be tomorrow morning before she got back. In a surge of desperation, I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.

Instead, the scene I was desperately trying to forget replayed in my head. I had walked into his office for the fourth time this year, unsure what to expect. During my first three sessions, he had taken complete control, doing whatever he wanted to my body and forcing me to beg for it. In all honesty, it hadn't taken much effort to get me to beg. I had wanted to. I knew what he wanted from me, what he saw when he looked at me. A naive, sexually repressed, attractive blonde. He wanted me to be hesitant about his sexual advances. He wanted me to resist a little. The fact is, while he was correct that I am sexually repressed, he underestimates my naivete. I knew what he was doing from the second he looked down my shirt during my first interview, and I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to take me hard and treat me like a whore. He definitely fulfilled my fantasy.

This Friday, however, he was staring at me patiently over the tops of his glasses while I stood hesitantly and innocently before him. I suspected he didn't really need the glasses, but wore them to appear stern at moments like this, because he never seemed to have trouble devouring every inch of my skin when I was naked and he wasn't wearing them. I was genuinely unsure what to do, so I looked quizzically at him. Finally, he broke the silence. "Miss Adair, you are aware that in five or ten minutes, you are going to be writhing around begging me to ravish you, are you not?"

When he said things like this, I always felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but a pleasurable squeezing sensation inside. I inwardly grinned at his use of the word "ravish," but his preference for these old-fashioned words was another thing that I couldn't get enough of. I stammered, "Yes, sir."

"Then why are you hesitating to undress?" he asked sternly. Thank God. We were cutting right to the chase. I attempted to appear hesitant as I began unbuttoning my shirt with shaking hands, wanting to at least seem ladylike, to continue fooling him that I am naive. His stern voice had gone directly to the center of my sexual desire and fanned the flame. Soon he would be sucking and biting the mounds of flesh I hid beneath the modest button-down shirt. Soon his hands would be ramming into the sensitive, already-moist crevice between my legs. I should have been repulsed by my wanton desires, but all I could think of was how to get the hell out of the clothes.

Mr. Ash raised an eyebrow as I tossed my shirt carelessly aside. I knew why. I had decided not to bother with undergarments. He licked his lips unconsciously, one of the few times I had ever seen his Stoic exterior crumble. I knew he wouldn't comment on it yet, though. 

"Very good, Miss Adair. You did that quite efficiently. Now come here." When he praised me like that, it always made my knees week. I managed to walk relatively smoothly toward him as his eyes flicked appraisingly up and down my tanned, toned body. He nodded unconsciously, his stamp of approval, but I never got the impression he found me remarkable. Merely average. I loved that I didn't blow him away. I loved the control and experience he had.

"Now, Miss Adair," he began, as he walked around me and stopped behind me, inches from my quivering body. He spoke softly into my ear, but never dropped his schoolmaster tone. "I can see you are unusually eager for our session today since you neglected to wear your customary black lace undergarments." He paused, and I shivered from the sensation of his breath against my ear. He leaned down and kissed the hollow of my neck, flicking it with his tongue. I managed to squeak, "Yes, sir." He abruptly stopped kissing my neck and stepped back with an air of waiting. I gathered my thoughts, attempting to strike just the right blend of embarrassment and eagerness. This wasn't too hard, since it was a very real mixture. "I mean, sir, I've been looking forward all day to feeling your hands on me, pawing my tits, plowing into my cunt with your cock, and I didn't want to waste time with having to take off the underwear." 

He smiled approvingly but professionally. "Very good, Miss Adair. I see you are learning what I expect to hear. Honesty and thoroughness." As a reward, he stepped closer, pulling me against his fully-dressed form. The hardness of his muscles cushioned every inch of my back, but he was especially hard against my ass, and I found myself wriggling against him, eager for penetration. That was when he reached from behind me to cup my breasts in his hands. I have large breasts--36C--but he also has large hands. He began massaging them, pinching the nipples, and I thought I was going to melt into a puddle. He leaned down slightly to murmur in my ear, "Miss Adair, I'm leaning down so that I could see your tits as I play with them. Your nipples are very hard, and you seem to be enjoying the fact that I am squeezing them, rolling them around in my hands, milking you like a cow. How does it make you feel that I can make you squirm like this?"

I moaned, but I knew this would not be a satisfactory response, so before he could remove his hands, I managed to gasp, "Sir, it makes me feel like a slut, but I like it. It feels so good when you pinch my nipples. Aubrey can't do it like you do." He responded by kissing the hollow of my neck again. Then he began trailing kisses down the front of my chest, and I felt us sink into his chair. My legs were spread wide, draped on the outside of his own moderately spread legs, exposing my pussy to anyone who walked in. Not that they would. The door was locked. Not that I cared at that moment, although the lewd way I was draped across his lap and my exposed pussy gave me a rush. I was positioned just above his growing fabric-covered erection, and the pressure was exquisite. I felt my vaginal walls contract once, slowly, in anticipation of what would soon be coming. He took my left breast into his mouth from behind me, and I gasped at the pleasure as he savagely bit my inflamed nipple. I started begging him to bite harder, telling him how good it felt. He finally relinquished the nipple when my screams of ecstasy and the liquid warmth pouring from my pussy onto his lap told him I had reached orgasm. 

Then he started on my right breast. As he sucked it, his right hand began circling down my stomach. I knew what he was waiting for, so I begged him to finger fuck me. He had captured my nipple between his teeth, and as he raised his head to look at me, he pulled it taut, bringing a new wave of pleasure. He released it to say in his encouraging voice, "Miss Adair, you really are becoming very teachable. You are quite possibly one of the quickest girls I've had." Then he was pounding two of his large fingers into my dripping snatch, and I have no idea what I was saying to make sure he didn't stop, but judging by the intensity he smashed his fingers into me, it must have been obscene. When I finally came on his hand for at least the third time, he withdrew it and looked very impressed with me.

"Young lady," he said with a touch of awe. "Are you aware that I inserted three fingers into your cunt, and you were still begging for more? Why is that?"

I blushed with shame and arousal. "Sir, I love it when you fill my pussy with anything. The only time it really feels full is when your cock is slamming into it, though. Are you going to fuck me soon?"

His teacherly smile was back in places. "Yes, Miss Adair. But first, I want you to undertake an exercise with me."

This sounded intriguing. "Yes, sir," I responded with a hint of eagerness.

"It has not escaped my notice that you are an exceptionally naughty girl," he began matter-of-factly. "You like me to be rough with you. You desire me to do some things I have not yet done to you. I want you to express one of those things and then watch you writhe and whimper while I do it to you."

I was momentarily stunned with the embarrassment, fear, and arousal I experienced as I heard myself say without missing a beat, "I fantasize about you fucking my tits."

"That can be arranged," he responded professionally. "Get on your knees in front of this chair." I did as he commanded, anticipating the feel of his cock rubbing between my breasts. After he calmly and precisely removed and folded his clothes, he sat down in the chair and pulled me between his legs, grabbing one breast in each hand. He was slightly rough, and I moaned when he squeezed them together. Then I felt the spongy head of his prick seeking entrance at the base of my cleavage, and I uttered a string of whimpers begging him to take me. He plowed through the mounds of flesh until the tip of his prick peeked between my tits, and the friction sent shivers through my whole body. He withdrew and thrust in again twice more before thrusting harder and farther. His cock was inches from my mouth when he froze. I stared in fascination at the pearly precum that glimmered on the firm, rounded head of the cock that had just ravaged my young, tender breasts. I licked my swollen lips, wanting inexplicably to taste it, to take the delicious looking flesh in my mouth and suck it like candy. I began to lean forward, hoping he wouldn't stop me. 

His voice brought me up short. "Miss Adair, would you kindly look at yourself?" he asked half-mockingly. "You are sprawled in front of my chair while I maul your tits, and you are obviously seconds away from taking my cock in your mouth. Is this any way for a lady to behave?"

His derision was an aphrodisiac, but I murmured the answer, "No, sir." He withdrew his cock from my breasts and lifted me from the floor to a standing position.

"But did you enjoy having your tits fucked by someone you barely know?" He stood before me.

"Yes sir," I responded honestly and wholeheartedly. He grabbed my hips and ground his massive member against my clit, making me gasp and writhe. 

"Did you want to put my cock in your mouth and suck it?" He pulled back and drew my nipple into his mouth. I arched my back and practically screamed at him, "Yes, YES!!" He stopped his ministrations and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, WHAT, Miss Adair?" Obviously, I had been screaming about his touch, but I managed to clarify, "I wanted to suck your dick. I wanted to lick the cum off the head and swallow it like marshmallow creme." He ground his pelvis toward me again, and the friction against my clit made me gasp, "Oh God, Mr. Ash, please fuck me!"

"Miss Adair," he breathed into my ear as he slid his rod between the lips of my pussy but not into my aching cunt, "you know how I always take whores like you." He pulled his hips back and slid his cock back to its teasing position as he explained, "Whores who enjoy being tittyfucked, whores who want to drink my cum." 

I tried to tilt my pelvis to take him inside my quivering canal, but he pulled back entirely and waited for me to acknowledge him. "Yes, sir," I breathed, incredibly aroused by his words. I lost no time in staggering to his favorite corner of the room and dropping to my hands and knees. There was a mirror there that hadn't been there before, and I was amazed to see how wanton I looked and how predatory Mr. Ash looked. My hair fell in tendrils around my flushed face, and my eyes were wide with desire. I watched him and felt him cover me with his body, but he didn't enter me yet. He brought his lips to my ear again and queried, "Miss Adair, does it make you ashamed to see what a sex-crazed maniac you appear to be right now? Does it turn you on?"

I responded with a simple but heartfelt yes before he pounded the seven inches of his thick, heavy cock into my dripping cunt. I tossed my head back in a scream of pleasure, and as I began to lower it again the image in the mirror acted like liquid fire in my veins. Mr. Ash was fucking me so hard that my tits were bouncing crazily, slapping each other and sometimes my face. The look on Mr. Ash's face was intense and primal as he thrust in as hard as he could. I had never seen him look so erotic, and it was the snarl of lust on his face and the power of the grunts from behind me that brought me to orgasm. I watched myself cum, but I didn't want him to stop so I begged him to keep going.

Normally, he fucked me harder and faster until he reached his climax, but this time, he slowed to a leisurely, sensual thrusting as he bent low to my ear again. "Miss Adair, your pulsing cunt and unearthly shrieks are telling me that you enjoy watching me fuck you from behind. Does it not embarrass you that you are begging someone to pound your pussy so hard that your tits are flopping everywhere? The same tits you begged me to fuck just minutes ago?"

As he expected, the combination of his words and his slow thrusts brought me again as I panted, "I look like a bitch in heat. I feel like a bitch in heat. It turns me on that you make my tits flop everywhere. It feels so good. Don't stop, God, don't stop!" I uttered a bestial groan as I came, but recovered myself enough to beg between his thrusts of increasing intensity, "Take me hard, take me like the slut that I am!" He reamed my pussy again and again as if he were a piledriver, and finally I collapsed for the final time under the spell of an orgasm of such intensity I couldn't move. He shot his load deep into my womb, making the walls of my pussy contract once more in a spasm of pleasure. I never worried about pregnancy--I was on the pill. 

After the mind-blowing sex we had had, I expected to see a large chink in the armor of Mr. Ash, but as soon as I could move, he merely smiled professionally, handed me my pile of clothes, and ushered me to the shower before parting with the words, "That was very nice, Miss Adair. I will see you in two weeks. We really made excellent progress today."

God, his indifference was hot. But it would be two weeks before his magic pole was pounding into my aching pussy again. I felt it twitch in protest and hunger as I stared at the ceiling, willing myself to forget about it. I turned on the television, but whatever insipid shows were on could not take my mind off the fact that my nipples were erect, painfully erect, and my panties were beginning to be soaked at the thought of Mr. Ash and everything I had begged him to do. Or the tantalizing thought that next time, he might let me put his dick in my mouth. My lips began aching at the thought, and my mouth actually watered. If Aubrey were here, at least she could soothe my aching breasts by swirling them in her mouth, and she could eventually insert her entire fist in my pussy until it was satisfied. After all, two of her delicate fingers were the same size as one of Mr. Ash's. If he had fit three into me, she could easily fit five. But she would not be back until tomorrow night. I knew I couldn't wait that long.

It was then that I realized I had grabbed my breasts in my hands, pinching them and massaging them in an effort to relieve the tension. I let out an involuntary moan as I tried to stop myself--masturbation was strictly prohibited at our school. But my body had a mind of its own. I finally managed to untangle my right hand from the breast it was gripping, but immediately I realized that was a mistake. Except this was what I actually wanted. My right hand made a beeline for my pussy, and I didn't have the strength to resist. I massaged my clit with my middle finger, moving it in gentle circular motions, remembering the feel of Mr. Ash's hands on me and feeling incredibly turned on by the thought of his cock between my tits. Then I began sawing the fingers of my left hand in and out of my cunt, tossing and turning in the ecstasy and release it brought. I licked my lips, which were still aching to graze the shaft of his rod, and I began to imagine he was fucking my mouth just like I was finger-fucking my own pussy. I wasn't making any noise at first, but if felt so good getting away with plunging my fingers into my own cunt even though it was so wrong. I heard myself whimper. Then I got lost in the rhythm of my hands. Finally, I was overcome by a wave of pleasure that took the top off my arousal. The walls of my cunt were jerking spasmodically as I gasped for breath. I didn't realize it, but I had been moaning Mr. Ash's name. I became conscious of it when I recovered from my orgasm and found myself still whispering it. 

Someone in the room cleared his throat. I squeaked and sat up abruptly, whipping my still-submerged left hand from the depths of my pussy. Two security guards had keyed into my room and were waiting to take me back to Mr. Ash's office to be disciplined. I felt a thrill of humiliation and excitement as I hung my head and moved from the bed to stand between the two guards. I had no idea what the punishment would be, but Mr. Ash had assured me I wouldn't like it. I stifled a smile. He was probably wrong. 



Sweltings Academy Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Harmony Is Punished

It was a peaceful Sunday evening at Sweltings. I was sitting at my desk finishing up some paperwork in preparation for Monday. The week ahead appeared to be fairly free of complications with no new arrivals to train and only two regular appointments with the students. I couldn't help smirking as I thought back to Friday's appointment with Harmony Adair. The girl arrived at the school only two months ago, and I had been pleased to discover a sexually adventurous girl lurking beneath her prim exterior. On Friday she had begged me to fuck her tits, and eyed my cock with such obvious hunger that I had almost rammed it down her throat before she could beg for it. But this is not how my school is run. Our sessions feed upon unachieved desires, so I had decided to let her stew for a few more months before finally ramming my rod between those pouty red lips that kept cropping up in my fantasies. Unless, of course, something happened to force me to punish her with it. I swallowed. I could imagine the force with which I would take her virgin mouth in that scenario and the shock and desire that would radiate from those naive indigo eyes. 

My fantasy was interrupted when my radio erupted with a message from the security guard that they had apprehended what they referred to as a "cookie burglar." That is, someone whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar-- or more literally, a girl who had been masturbating. I smiled to myself as I indicated to the guard that my schedule was clear for the next two hours, which would be sufficient time to punish the perpetrator. At 9:00, I had an appointment with Aubrey, Harmony's roommate, but until then, I was free. I gladly pushed my paperwork aside and wondered who the culprit could be.

My face betrayed no flicker of surprise when the two guards escorted a flushed Harmony Adair into his office. This was mainly because I was not at all surprised. Given her facial expression when I had explained the rule at her interview, I had a feeling this would eventually happen. Her long blonde hair fell around her like a curtain, brushing the skin of her arms exposed by her white camisole. The camisole was low enough to hint at the voluptuous breasts I had fucked just two days ago. The shirt was so tight and the fabric so sheer that I could see the rosy aureoles. Her nipples were hard, but I hardly saw them any other way. Though she appeared embarrassed and frightened, those taut buds told me that she was still very aroused, and it was her constant arousal that interested me more than anything else about her. She was also wearing gray pajama pants that were low-waisted, showing off her toned, tanned midriff. . I regarded her over the tops of his glasses-- glasses which I do not particularly need. The girls always squirm more when I use them as a prop, however. Miss Adair was no exception to this rule; she was looking at her feet and squirming most delightfully. 

The time had come to break the silence. "Miss Adair, would you kindly explain to me what you were doing that caused these two gentlemen to have to interrupt their evening routines?"

She looked up hesitantly and spoke in the voice of a chastened child, "Sir, I was a naughty girl."

"Yes, obviously, but tell me what you did," I coaxed. "Come now, my dear, after all the talks we have had, I would think you would be able to confide in me." Not that we had done much talking during our sessions. I merely intended to remind her subtly that not two days ago, she had been on her hands and knees begging me to fuck her harder. She gasped softly in her characteristic signal of arousal, so I knew she understood.

"Sir, Aubrey has been away all weekend, and I became aroused. I was in my bed after I had finished my homework, and I kept hoping Aubrey would be home any minute. But she didn't come home, and..." her voice trailed off into embarrassed silence, and she looked pleadingly at me.

"Yes, Miss Adair?" I prodded, stepping closer to her. She didn't respond, so I placed my index finger under her chin and gently tilted it up so she could look into my eyes. For some reason, the girls always found this comforting. "What did you do then?" I asked softly.

Her eyes were melting into mine with an intensity I did not usually experience, but I showed no sign of it. She finally confessed, "I started massaging my breasts." It seemed she was finished, and I felt immeasurably disappointed. Breast stimulation had a much less interesting punishment than finger-fucking. One of the guards coughed pointedly, however, and she added, "And then I started playing with my clit." I raised my eyebrow, and she added one more sentence, "And then I started finger fucking myself."

I asked gravely, "Miss Adair, did you bring yourself to orgasm?"

A flush rose in her cheeks as she admitted, "Yes, sir." Thank God. If I hadn't been so immersed in my role as disciplinarian, I would have danced with happiness. One of my fantasies about this girl was about to come true.

"Did you do it while these guards were watching you?" I asked sternly, watching her nipples tighten harder beneath her shirt in reaction to my voice.

She was panting so softly that only I noticed it, but she tremulously replied, "Yes, sir, but I didn't know they were there."

"Would that have stopped you?" I asked almost cruelly, and was rewarded with a soft, erotic moan. She obviously loved it when I talked to her this way. With visible effort, she gathered herself to respond to my question.

"I don't know, sir," she responded with honesty. Refreshing honesty. 

"I see." I released her chin and took several authoritative steps to my desk, gesturing the guards to guide Harmony to the seat in front of me. I gazed across the desk at her troubled yet aroused face and asked, "Miss Adair, do you know why masturbation is forbidden at Sweltings?"

She blinked. "No, sir," she responded. "Because it's repulsive and immoral?"

I laughed softly. "No, Miss Adair. There is nothing immoral about relieving your desires. However, in our current environment, it can create many problems and can often be selfish. You know we have a rule about using your roommate to alleviate these desires, and if you were able to masturbate whenever you felt like it, you would probably not be so open to letting Miss Fenton insert her beautifully manicured fingernails into your vagina." She raised her eyebrows at my vocabulary, but I tried to use the appropriate words whenever staff were present. Usually I forced Harmony to use words befitting her sexual impulses-- words like "tits" and "cunt" and "pussy." 

"I see, sir," she responded thoughtfully. "You are right, sir. I never would have."

"There is also another reason," I added with an undercurrent of sex in my voice. Things were about to get interesting, and I couldn't conceal my excitement. She heard it and looked up quizzically. I smiled at her and continued. "Examine these two gentlemen, Jack and Rob, who walked in on the end of your show." She turned to her right and then to her left, but didn't have to look far to see what I wanted her to see. They were both sporting massive erections, and both erections were inches from her face. "Yes, Miss Adair, you see? You have teased and tormented these men by taunting them with something they could not have." Truthfully, I knew that part of the cause of their erections was that they knew what they were about to do to this girl, but she didn't need to know that. She looked up past their erections into their faces and heartily apologized to both of them. 

"Very good, Miss Adair. Now that you understand what you have done wrong, I must punish you." I couldn't wait, and judging from the facial expressions of Jack and Rob, neither could they. Harmony looked both concerned and interested, and this made me even more eager to begin. 

"Miss Adair, you will need to remove your clothing," I stated matter-of-factly. She looked affronted. I got out of my chair and moved to stand behind hers. Rob and Jack had moved away, affording us some privacy. I began stroking her shoulders with my thumbs, finally hooking them through the straps of her cami. I leaned down to speak softly into her ear. "If you'd rather, I can remove it for you. It is obvious you aren't wearing much of it, and we have all seen what you have to offer." She had the grace to blush. I began dragging the straps down her arms, and when I had brought them all the way off her shoulders, I brushed my lips across her complete exposed left shoulder and up her neck. I sucked her earlobe into her mouth, and she turned slightly, reaching both arms to pull herself against me. I released her earlobe as she pressed her tits against me. I put my hand against the small of her back, pulling her up and around so that she was standing. I put both of my arms around her, molding her body against mine. Obviously, I enjoyed the contact, but the main purpose was to force her to leave her inhibitions behind. breathed into her other ear, "Miss Adair, your nipples are straining through the shirt you are barely wearing." She whimpered softly, and I continued, "From this angle, I can see that you have the word 'Sexy' printed across your ass." I trailed a hand down her back and squeezed the ample flesh of her right ass cheek. Her moan was almost orgasmic, and she involuntarily bucked her pelvis against mine, letting out a squeak when her sensitive clit bumped against my semi-hard cock. I released her ass and began rubbing her back soothingly. "There, Miss Adair. We can all see and hear that you are still highly aroused. There is really no need for this modesty of yours, charming though it is. Now remove your clothing or we will remove it for you." She whimpered softly as I released her, and I knew her legs would be shaking. She managed to move seductively as she felt the eyes of three men on her. 

Rob commented as if she couldn't hear him, "She has great tits."

Jack added, "Her snatch is dripping wet. The little slut is so turned on right now." 

"I would love to pound my dick into that sweet little mouth," Rob grunted.

"Or between those bouncing titties," Jack agreed.

"I just want to squeeze them," said Rob. "I wonder if she squeaks when you bite her nipples?"

Her breathing was only getting deeper, and I knew she was going to be begging anyone to fuck her in a matter of moments. Their conversation had doubtless reminded her of our little encounter. I caught the eyes of both Jack and Rob and reminded them with a glance that their role was entirely nonphysical. Then I turned back to the lusciously naked Harmony and said, "Now, you see what you have driven these men to. Can you imagine what it would be like to watch someone else reach orgasm, wishing you could touch the person but being unable to?"

"I'm sorry," Harmony pleaded with growing urgency.

"Miss Adair, do you find Rob and Jack attractive?" I asked neutrally. She eyed them for a moment before answering yes.

"Wonderful," I gushed. "Then I will leave you boys to it! If you don't mind, I have some paperwork to finish up. Miss Adair, you are to kneel on that rug there. You are not to move." I walked back to my desk with absolutely no intention of doing paperwork, but I knew the impression would tie Harmony's stomach in knots. 

Jack eyed Harmony a moment before he knelt beside her, careful not to touch her. "Harmony," he began with heat, "when I walked into your room and saw you ramming your fingers in and out of that tight, juicy pussy, I wanted to put you across my knee and spank you for being such a slut."

Rob knelt at Harmony's other side and added, "I saw your tits bouncing back and forth under that excuse for a shirt, and I wanted to rip it off and slap them around before fucking them. I wanted to twist your nipples until you screamed and begged for more."

Harmony let out a whimper of desire, and Jack said sharply, "Whore, is it turning you on that we want to violate you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "It makes me so wet thinking about you spanking me or Rob mauling my tits." I smiled to myself. Harmony had learned how to respond to questions, at any rate.

Rob's hands curled into fists, and I knew he was fighting the urge to grab her luscious jugs and follow through on his threats. Instead, he gestured to his erect and exposed rod, which was inches from her inner thigh, and roughly asked, "Do you want me to take this and pound your pussy with it?"

She was beside herself at this point, and I knew she was expecting to be fucked by both guards. She whimpered, "Yes, God yes, please fuck me with it, it's so big, I want it inside me now, or Jack, yours looks wonderful, put it my snatch, please, please..." 

I'm sure she would have continued debasing herself if Jack had not cut her off. "Actually, we have something else in mind. You see, when you taunted us with that glorious display, we both wanted to ravage you, but now, we want you to know how we felt. You are going to watch us jack off, and you are not going to receive any satisfaction whatsoever." The shock on her face was truly worth waiting for. I smiled to myself as Jack and Ron began rhythmically pumping their hands up and down the shafts of their cocks. She watched in wide-eyed fascination. I knew they were drawing ample inspiration from her heaving tits and the show they had just seen, but I wanted them to thoroughly enjoy themselves. 

"Miss Adair?" I called. 

"Yes?" she moaned. Her eyes were glassy with desire.

"I want you to tell these two gentlemen how they are making you feel right now." She made a whining sound of frustration, but she breathily began to talk, talk in a way that left me with a large erection of my own.

"Watching you is making me so wet, and I can understand how you felt earlier when you had to watch me shove my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. Right now I can imagine how good it would feel to have Rob's cock thrusting into my cunt. I would cum and cum, and my pussy walls would grab him and hold him. I've never had a cock in my mouth, but Jack's looks so good that I wish I could suck on it while Rob fucked me. I wish I could put his balls in my mouth and tickle them with my tongue. I wish you would both cum in me at the same time. I know you are going to satisfy yourselves and I can't touch you, and it's driving me insane. That's why my pussy is so wet..."

She abruptly stopped as ropes of semen streaked across the air and landed on her face, tits, and stomach. Jack and Rob came for nearly a solid minute, coating the aroused girl with the sticky cum, cum that doubtless reminded her of the cum she had longed to taste just last Friday. She looked pleadingly at me and asked if she could lick the cum from their slowly drooping cocks, draining the last of their spunk. Of course, Jack and Rob had no objections, but I did. I curtly thanked them and sent them away as I turned to deal with the cum-covered perpetrator.

It was 7:45 now, and there was still another issue to breach before I let the girl go. I approached her and began wiping the jizz from her supple body with a warm, wet rag. I knew it would arouse her further, and this was necessary to complete her punishment. As I wiped, I asked the question I always asked the girls in private. "Miss Adair, I'm sure you have learned your lesson. However, you must tell me what fantasy drove you to break the rule after two months of abstinence?"

She blushed, which was not altogether unexpected. I braced myself to hear the usual fantasy about a janitor or Rhett Butler or some such nonsense. She muttered something unintelligible. 

"I beg your pardon?" I asked roughly. "Just a moment ago you were kneeling on my carpet, begging two security guards to fuck you simultaneously. Whatever you have fantasized about can't be worse." She was looking petrified, however, so I gave her a moment.

When I finished wiping the cum off her, I guided her back to her seat. She took a deep breath, turned her astonishing eyes on me, and confessed. "Sir, it was you." Very rarely have the girls surprised me, but this confession was oddly touching and incredibly arousing. Of course, there was always the chance that she was simply sucking up. I would check into this later. My mouth had dropped open in astonishment, and I saw this register with her. I quickly closed my gaping mouth, cleared my throat, and continued. "I see. Obviously, I am moved. Can you be more specific?" 

She moved into the zone where she could express her desires, and she began, "Sir, you made me feel so good on Friday. I couldn't stop thinking about your cock pounding between my tits, or your teeth pinching my nipples. But what actually made me cum was imagining you fucking my mouth. I know I said that I wanted to suck Jack's cock, but what I really want is yours." 

I rested my chin on my steepled hands and regarded the girl without saying anything. Was this merely an act, an attempt to make me go easier on her? Taking my silence as a sign, she continued hesitantly, "Sir, it made me so wet to watch Jack and Rob jerk themselves off, and it got even worse when they came all over me. Please, sir, could I just suck your balls now? I can't stop thinking about how they slap against my ass while you fuck me doggy-style." Good God. This girl was a menace. If it was an act, it was certainly a good one. I was seized with the urge to force her to her knees, grab her hair, and take her pussy from behind again. I might not have managed to wait if I hadn't had an appointment in just an hour.

"Miss Adair," I began firmly. "I do not think that would be at all appropriate. No, I am afraid you will simply have to suffer for the next two weeks."

She whimpered in frustration, and burst out, "But sir, my cunt is on fire! I need some relief."

Ahh. The sentence I had been waiting for. I smiled like a cat and said in the clinical tone of a doctor, "On fire? Really? Well we will have to cool it off before I release you. Drape your legs over the arms of that chair, Miss Adair. Let me have a good look at that troublesome pussy." I knelt in front of her and pressed a finger inside her slick, tight pussy. I felt it tighten around my finger, and I gently crooked the finger two or three times. She was panting as she squirmed against me, trying to get enough traction to lift herself up and down so she could fuck my finger. I extracted the finger, enjoying the agonized moan she released. "Yes, Miss Adair, your pussy is quite warm. Luckily for you, I have something that will help." She looked hopefully at my crotch, but to her disappointment, I remained clothed. I reached into the mini-fridge next to my desk and removed one of the popsicles I keep there for just such emergencies. 

Harmony regarded me with wide eyes full of excitement. "Wh.. what are you going to do with that?" she asked breathlessly.

"I'm going to stick it in your pussy until it cools off," I responded in my clinical tone. I unwrapped it, and she looked with mingled dread and desire at the long, rounded, purple thing I held in my hand. I knelt in front of her, "accidentally" grazed her clit with my thumb as I spread her labia with my left hand, and positioned the rounded top of the popsicle within millimeters of her dripping snatch. "This shouldn't hurt a bit," I assured her. Then I pushed it between her swollen labia, and she gasped at the surprising new texture. I continued slowly and relentlessly pushing it into her cunt until it was completely submerged. She moaned softly. 

"Miss Adair, your pussy is so hot that it is melting this popsicle," I remarked in mock astonishment. She moaned louder. I continued, "Purple juice is dripping out of your cunt, down your legs, onto my carpet. I am going to have to remove it soon. Do you like how it feels in your throbbing cunt? Should I leave it there until it melts?" She gasped as I gripped the stick and began pulling it out when she didn't respond. Then she grabbed my arm and whimpered, "Mr. Ash, it feels so good. I think it's only making me wetter though. I can feel the juice dripping out of my pussy, and it's making me want you even more." I had nearly pulled the entire stick out of her pussy, and I continued pulling as I asked, "Are you saying you want this block of ice in your cunt, Miss Adair?" She nodded vehemently, and as I quickly slid it all the way back in, she moaned "YEEEES!" 




Sweltings Academy Ch. 03



She was spread eagled on the chair with a popsicle stick protruding from her red pussy lips, and it was plain that she enjoyed it. She was gasping for air, and she finally managed to ask the question I knew she wanted to ask, "Sir, I know I don't deserve it, but would you please fuck me with the popsicle? It feels so good, and since I can't have your cock, please could you just ram that ice in and out of my cunt until I cum?"

She had asked it much more eloquently than I expected. I looked levelly at her and flatly responded, "No." She groaned and began pleading again, but I cut her off by pulling the nearly melted popsicle from her snatch. I continued, "Miss Adair, this popsicle is almost gone. There's only one thing to do with it." She looked confused but hopeful. "Eat it," I commanded. "You may have noticed these popsicles are extremely phallic. Suck it like you plan to suck my cock one day, and then if you are good enough, I will consider fucking you with another popsicle." She eagerly poured herself from the chair to the floor. She examined the popsicle coated in her own pussy juices for a moment, and I saw her transform it into my cock as she slowly leaned forward to suck the tip into her mouth. I continued holding the stick as I watched her lips caress the end of it, imagining the things her tongue was doing as I saw it working furiously. I pushed the popsicle further into her mouth, and she moaned with pleasure. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and I pushed it against her cheek to watch it bulge slightly. She used the opportunity to take more of the popsicle into her eager mouth, steadily working her way through the entire thing. She had finished it, I could tell. 

As I was about to pull the cleaned stick from her greedy mouth, she surprised me by gently placing her hands over mine and pulling the stick from her own mouth. She looked up into my eyes as she wrapped those delicious lips around the index and middle fingers of my right hand. The pressure was exquisite. She sucked and licked expertly, even though I knew for a fact she had never done it before. The iciness of her mouth was another delicious sensation. I laughed softly and stroked her hair. "Very good, Miss Adair. Yes, one day soon, you will be ready for the real thing." I gently extricated myself from her talented tongue and ordered her to return to the chair. 

I returned to the refrigerator and pulled out a new orange popsicle. "Now Miss Adair, remind me what you would like me to do with this," I commanded.

"Sir, I want you to ram it in and out of my pussy until I cum. It turns me on so much, please please please fuck me with the popsicle!"

I obliged, roughly plowing the entire thing to the hilt. She screamed and arched her back in pleasure. I pulled it gently and slowly out as she bucked her hips, urging me to do it faster. I stubbornly continued my slow motion, enjoying her desperation. Then I slammed it home again. I continued this pattern, rejoicing in her varying cries:

"Oh God, Mr. Ash, that feels so good! Please do it again, do it now, slam it into my cunt! Oh God, it's taking forever, I need you to ram it all the way in, do it hard! OH GOD, That was so hard. It feels so good, God, please don't stop!"

Then I pounded it in and out faster, harder, and her cries changed, punctuating each thrust with a squeak and followed by a word: "OH-- MY-- GOD-- THAT-- IS-- SO-- FUCKING-- GOOD! MR-- ASH-- YOU-- MAKE-- ME-- SO-- WET!! AGGH!! YEESS! SLAM-- IT-- IN-- ME! DON'T-- STOP!! DON'T-- STOOOOOAAAAAHHHH" She trailed off into the inarticulate screams of an intense orgasm. Finally, she relaxed into her spread eagled position with the handle of the popsicle jutting obscenely from her pulsing cunt. I discretely reached into my desk and removed my camera, snapping a picture of the satiated girl to remember forever. Then I gently extricated the melted popsicle and pulled Harmony to a more ladylike position.

"Miss Adair, I have rewarded you for your good behavior, but should you break the rule again, there will be no reward. You have gotten very good at telling me what you want, Miss Adair. I am proud of you."

"Thank you, sir," she said modestly.

"Now, there is one more aspect of the punishment you will need to undergo."

"Yes?" she asked with her characteristic eagerness and trepidation.

"You may not have any sexual contact of any kind with anyone until Tuesday." Her mouth dropped open, but before she could protest, I finished, "You will need to come by my office tomorrow morning at 7:45 for final instructions. That will be all, Miss Adair. You may shower and see yourself out. I have an appointment in fifteen minutes. Thank you very much for your cooperation." I turned to my computer and began randomly typing things as she pulled herself to her feet and haltingly entered the shower.

My appointment with Aubrey Fenton was sure to be extremely gratifying tonight given that my erection was now massive. Nine o'clock couldn't come soon enough.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 04



Chapter Four: Abstinence 101

I let the warm water of Mr. Ash's shower wash over me, hoping it would satiate the desire still pounding through my veins from my most recent trip to his office. I blushed as I remembered the intensity of the orgasm he had brought me to with that popsicle. It had been the culmination of the raging primal need for sex that had risen in me when I was punished for masturbating. A need which was only exacerbated when Jack and Rob had splattered their cum on my naked body. 

I had a problem, though. Even though Mr. Ash had compassionately relieved some of the pressure on me by thrusting an icy popsicle in and out of my pussy, what I really wanted was his cock. I knew the real punishment was only beginning. No sex until after midnight tomorrow? Even if Aubrey returned early tonight, I would have to suffer twenty-seven hours of horniness or be punished again. Although I had secretly, deeply enjoyed tonight's punishment, the next one might be worse. I shivered under the soothing jets of the shower as I imagined all the things Mr. Ash could still do to me. The shiver was not entirely fearful.

***

Audrey did not return to our room until 6:30. She looked incredibly exhausted and was walking rather stiffly. She collapsed her petite but voluptuous frame onto her bed, curling into a ball. I asked if she was all right.

"Oh, Harmony," she replied, "I don't know. I had my appointment with Mr. Ash last night at 9." I gulped. That had been a mere fifteen minutes after I left his office. I had no idea she had an appointment with Mr. Ash. I thought she was supposed to be at home visiting her parents. Thank God she hadn't seen me after my little session.

She continued, her cat-like green eyes barely open. "He was like a madman. Something must have really wound him up before I came in, because he came almost immediately. You know I am forbidden to tell you exactly what we did, but it was exhausting." She shuddered, and I knew it was the same kind of shiver I had experienced in the shower earlier. Although Aubrey was much too proper to admit it, she had enjoyed her night with Mr. Ash. She rolled onto her back, stretching sensually. Since she only had two months until her nineteenth birthday, she was one of the few who Mr. Ash spent the night with. I was jealous, but kept it to myself. Finally, she continued her story. "Normally, after he cums, we just settle down to sleep, but last night he woke up four times wanting more. I've never seen him like that. Maybe it was my perfume?"

I let out a choked, nervous giggle. Her eyes darted sharply to the corners of her eyes, scrutinizing me. I pulled myself to a seated position, resting against the wall next to my bed so that I could see Aubrey's face, but I was embarrassed and found myself studying her luscious curves instead. I licked my lips nervously and confessed, "Aubrey... I'm not sure if this had anything to do with it, but fifteen minutes before your appointment, Mr. Ash was punishing me." Aubrey rolled onto her side, propping her head on her right arm. Her emerald eyes were blazing with curiosity. I added lamely, "I, umm, had been in his office for nearly two hours because they caught me masturbating." 

"Harmony, why didn't you just wait until I got back? You know we're not supposed to touch ourselves!" she chastised me. Evidently feeling my eyes on her, she added seductively, "I would have gladly helped you." My eyes went back to her face to find her eyes roving over my body, and I blushed. Her hair was falling in shining waves around her like a red curtain, and I felt an irrational urge to cross the room to her bed and wrap myself in it. Our eyes locked for a moment, and Aubrey finally cleared her throat. "Well, Harmony, I suppose this means you won't be allowed any sex until after midnight?"

I buried my face in my hands, as I nodded. I heard her lower herself back to her pillow with a disappointed sigh and roll onto her back again. Just when I thought she was asleep, she murmured, "Be careful today, Harmony. You really don't want the punishment for breaking that rule, but Mr. Ash really likes to give it. And judging by the way he fucked me last night, he especially wants to give it to you."

I shuddered again, wanting and not wanting to experience this mysterious punishment.

***

At precisely 7:45, I was waiting outside Mr. Ash's door, where he had instructed me to arrive. I was wearing the school uniform: a white button-down shirt and a plaid skirt that fell a few inches above my knees. Over the button-down shirt, I wore a vest with the Sweltings crest emblazoned on it. The vest was an indigo color that exactly matched my eyes. I wore the knee-socks and flat black shoes that inevitably accompanied the outfit. I was nervous. Cindy, Mr. Ash's secretary, regarded me sympathetically. She had no clue what Mr. Ash did to the string of girls who visited his office, and most of us were aware that she was as dumb as a box of rocks. She was incredibly caring and nurturing, however, and as she turned to me I felt comforted. 

"Mr. Ash will see you now, dear," she said perkily. "There's no need to be nervous. He won't bite!" I let out a nervous laugh. Of course Mr. Ash would bite. I liked it when he did. Too bad he wouldn't be doing it today.

Mr. Ash was holding the door for me, and when I entered, he closed it firmly behind me. I could feel his eyes on me, and I swallowed. I knew he was observing the telltale signs of arousal that he always inspired in me. My breathing was uneven, my face was flushing, my legs were shaking slightly, and most obviously, my nipples were hardening into rounded pebbles that even my uniform's padded bra, meant to conceal them, couldn't hide. I tried desperately not to think of Mr. Ash grabbing me, pushing my underwear aside from my crotch, and taking me savagely on his desk. I swallowed again as I realized he was regarding me with amused interest. Somehow he always seemed to know what I was thinking.

"Miss Adair, I would like to commend you on your admirable restraint for the past eleven hours. You only have sixteen to go." I couldn't help it. I groaned. Sixteen hours???? He smiled. Smug bastard. He seated himself at his desk and looked from its cluttered top to me. For a moment, there was a flash of desire in his eyes, and I had a feeling he had been having the same desk fantasy I did. He cleared his throat and continued in his best schoolmaster tone, the one that could nearly bring me to orgasm by itself. "Miss Adair, come here, please."

I walked shakily to stand before him. He brought his hands to the hem of my skirt, holding me captive with his chocolate brown eyes. I knew my own eyes had widened, startled at the liberty he had taken. He dropped his hands from the hem of my skirt and began to trace the firm line of my outer thighs with the tips of his fingers, inching them steadily higher. My eyes narrowed and blazed, and I felt my breathing quicken. He was going to fuck me. I was sure of it. And it wouldn't count as breaking the rules if he did it. His eyes were blazing into mine as his fingers crept higher beneath my skirt. He tucked his thumbs beneath the waistband of my white uniform bikini briefs and stopped. I moaned softly.

"Miss Adair, did you say something?" he asked breathily. It wasn't like him to be breathy. His desire for me had never been so obvious. Or maybe I just knew him better than I used to. 

At any rate, I knew what he wanted to hear. I swallowed and responded, "No sir, but your hands on me turned me on so much that I couldn't help moaning. When I walked in, I was hoping that you were going to fuck me on your desk, and standing so close to it and you is making me so wet. I know that's naughty. Are you going to punish me? Could you punish me on top of your desk? Hard?" Yeah, I know, it was a little contrived, but this was the kind of begging that got results. 

Without responding or removing his hands from the waistband of my panties, Mr. Ash rose from his chair and pushed me against his desk. See? Results. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I pulled myself on top of his desk, pulling him closer to me, needing to feel his cock inside me. Mr. Ash ripped my panties at the seams with a growl, and then he let go of me. At this abrupt loss of contact, I moaned and looked up into his face. He was smiling playfully at me again. Damn it. My legs were still wrapped around his waist and I could feel the hardness of his cock against my sensitive pussy. I tried to rub myself against him, but his hands were back around my waist, holding me steady.

He said sharply, "Kindly unwrap your legs from my waist, young lady. One would think you were a harlot." I know that he knows it turns me on when he talks to me that way. I unwrapped my legs, but I felt a surge of wetness between my legs, lubrication for the cock that was so close. 

He grabbed my thighs and draped my legs over his shoulders. Then he leaned forward. I take yoga, so he was able to bend far forward with my legs over his shoulders. His face was nearly beside mine when he finally stopped. My knees were touching his desk, fully opening my pussy to him if he chose to take advantage of me. His warmth was penetrating me, tantalizing every inch of my body, and the hardness of his fabric-covered rod was so close to my aching cunt that I would have been writhing and bucking if he had not had my legs so effectively trapped. "Miss Adair," he addressed me with a voice as smooth and cool as silk. We might as well have been sitting across the desk discussing the weather. "I must remind you that you are forbidden to have sex until after midnight tonight. While I would obviously be the single exception, I am not willing to put you out of your misery yet." This was madness. What in the hell was he doing with me on top of his desk and why the hell did he rip my panties off if he wasn't going to fuck me? He gave a gentle, teasing thrust with his hips, and I moaned, "Oh God, please, sir, please take me!" He laughed gently and stood up, watching me attempt to pull myself together.

After a moment, he spoke as if he had not just been grinding his cock against me. "Doubtless, you are wondering why I removed your undergarment and laid you across my desk. I must confess, I was a little overzealous. Your fantasy was very tempting. You are getting quite good at this, Miss Adair." He spoke with simple surprised pleasure, as if I had just perfectly recited the periodic table of elements. His teacher voice. I closed my eyes as it pulsed through me. When I opened them again, he was holding a small bottle. 

"Now, young lady, I must admit that I am quite hoping you will not succeed in restraining yourself until after midnight. I have delicious plans for that beautiful body if you fail." His eyes undressed me, and I liked it. He could tell, judging by the satisfied smile on his face. He unscrewed the lid of the bottle and held the open end against his thumb as he continued. "I also had another reason for removing your panties, although I would normally have done it less aggressively." His smile became self-mocking for a moment. "You see, they would have been completely soaked with your pussy juices in a few moments.. I am going to apply a solution to your clitoris that will heighten the blood flow toward it, thus heightening your arousal. The official reason for this is that I must be certain you have learned your lesson and can control your desire under any circumstances." 

He upended the bottle so the solution coated his thumb. Then he pressed his thumb firmly against my clit and rubbed it up and down a few times, distributing the solution. I'm sure the wetness he found there made the distribution incredibly easy. Then he added, "I'm going to let you in on a secret, Miss Adair. I'm taking particular pleasure in applying this to your tempting pussy. I am firmly hoping you will be unable to resist the call of your body. I am quite eager to deliver the punishment." God, this was torture. Distributing the excess solution, he dragged his thumb between my labia to my aching canal and barely dipped it inside. I felt the walls of my pussy contract around his thumb, trying to pull it further in, but he calmly removed it and abruptly addressed me again. I barely understood what he said because the intensity of my desire was now thundering in my head and other parts of my anatomy.

"Now, Miss Adair, it is nearly 8:00. I will expect you to return for a second dose of this solution at 11:45. You may go."

***

It wasn't long before I realized that Mr. Ash had allies. On the way to my math class, Stan, the janitor, caught me in the hall. Leering at my tits, he offered to pound me into the corner of the janitor closet. The solution Mr. Ash had applied to my pussy actually made this offer tempting despite the fact that I barely know Stan. I walked away with the halfhearted excuse of tardiness, and Stan called after me that he would catch me later.

When I slipped into my math class, Mr. Jacobs flicked his eyes up and down my body several times, and I felt certain he knew I wasn't wearing panties. He seated me on the front row and gave me a practice worksheet. I nearly choked when I saw the first word problem: "If Harmony fucked Mr. Jacobs after class, how many times would she like him to pound his massive cock into her inflamed pussy?" I blinked, thinking it must have been the influence of the solution, but the subsequent questions were along the same line. "How many inches of Mr. Jacobs's eight inch cock would peek out of Harmony's massive tits?" "How many times could Mr. Jacobs spank Harmony's ass before she would beg him to cum on her ass cheeks?" "How many inches can Harmony spread her legs?" I spent an extremely uncomfortable hour and a half answering these questions. 

At first I stared blankly at the page, but Mr. Jacobs leaned down beside me and asked, "Is there a problem, Miss Adair? Do I need to speak to you outside?" As he asked the second question, his hand had drifted toward question twelve: "How many buttons will Harmony have to sew back on her shirt if Mr. Jacobs takes her outside and rips off her shirt to play with her enormous jugs?" I let out a nearly inaudible moan, wanting anyone to ravage my sensitive breasts, and Mr. Jacobs heard it. Taking this for acquiescence, he had murmured, "Very good, Miss Adair. I can squeeze those tits and then fuck you up against the wall right out there. I think you will enjoy it." He was straightening up to start for the door when I pulled myself together and quickly began scribbling answers. With a look of disappointment, he walked away. 

I have no idea what I wrote, but obviously it had not impressed Mr. Jacobs. He sternly asked me to stay after class for a moment. When everyone else had cleared out, he held my paper in front of him and began critiquing the answers. "Miss Adair, you have clearly not had your mind on your work today. In fact, you did not show any work at all. On question twenty, I asked you to find the area of your aureoles. You did not draw a diagram. Now take off your vest, your shirt, and your bra and draw a good, accurate diagram." I hesitated. He snapped, "Do it now, young lady, or there will be consequences." 

Feeling a flush of arousal, I unbuttoned my shirt and unsnapped my bra. His eyes were greedily devouring my tanned 36 C breasts. He let out a low whistle and commented, "You have a great rack, Miss Adair." I blushed and self-consciously took one breast in my hand to measure the diameter of the pink aureole capping it. He licked his lips and offered assistance, but I managed to refuse..

Then he drew my attention to problem fifty. "Miss Adair, I asked you how many hairs are in your bush, and you answered that there were none. I will need to verify this. Lift your skirt and spread your legs." He came close and knelt between my legs. He raised his hands to stroke the bare area just above my pussy, apparently feeling for hairs. His hands felt amazing, and I moaned. He looked up sharply. "Miss Adair, you appear to be quite lubricated. You also seem to be enjoying my hands on you. I guarantee you would like my cock inside you. You must like being fucked if you shaved your pussy. Why don't you let me fuck you?"

God, this was tempting. His hands were inches from my swollen, inflamed pussy. All I would have to do is say yes, and this would all be over. Then I remembered Aubrey's warning and Mr. Ash's molten brown eyes flashed before me. In my right mind, I would never be tempted by anyone else. With a groan, I pulled myself away from Mr. Jacobs, grabbed my clothes, and practically ran out the door. Of course, Stan was there. His eyes raked across my exposed tits, but before he could offer me anything, I dashed into the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I took a moment to resnap my bra, button my shirt, and pull my vest on. One thing I had to look forward to was that in two hours, Mr. Ash's thumb would rub against my clit again. 

***

At 11:30, I made it to Mr. Ash's office without incident. I was a bit early, but he opened the door the moment I showed up. I had never been so attracted to him or anyone else in my entire life. The jacket he had been wearing earlier was on the back of his chair, and he had unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt to reveal his honey-colored skin. His sandalwood scent was driving me insane. 

"Miss Adair," he began sternly. "I understand that you left Mr. Jacobs's office while he was attempting to correct your homework." I could see it would do no good to explain what Mr. Jacobs had really been doing. Mr. Ash was probably behind it. I hung my head and mumbled something about feeling ill.

"Ill, Miss Adair? From what Mr. Jacobs said, he was having quite a time keeping you from completely disrobing and pulling him out into the hall in the middle of class. This does not sound like the behavior of an ill person. If you had stayed in the room, would you have fucked your math teacher?" His voice was like a whip, a whip that raised chill bumps of pleasure on my skin. His eyes flicked to my arms, and I know he saw the bumps and knew what they meant. He was standing inches from me, and I felt his displeasure and desire like heated oil under my skin. .

I breathed, "Yes, I would have begged him to fuck me, and I didn't want to. I only like it when you do it."

"Be that as it may, such behavior is completely inexcusable. You should have better control of your sexuality than this, young lady. I have assigned you an hour-long lunch detention with Coach Marshal. You will not be permitted to leave. Now lift your skirt." 

His sternness was washing over me like an elixir, more potent than the solution he had applied to my pussy earlier. I was moaning softly and steadily as I lifted my skirt, exposing myself to him. He applied the solution again with the same practiced ease. Then he paused a moment to observe me. "I would like you to remove your vest and leave it in my office," he said thoughtfully. "You know, Miss Adair, your eyes look quite lovely with that color." I blushed and murmured my thanks as I removed the vest. "Very good," he continued. "Now unbutton your shirt and remove your bra." I did as he asked, and as soon as my naked breasts were exposed, his eyes flickered with heat. "Bend over, slut," his voice crashed across me. I felt him stand behind me, hoping wildly that he was going to take me. Instead, he cupped the tips of my dangling breasts in his palms, squeezing them gently. He quickly removed his hands, and I felt a sudden rush of blood to my sensitive nipples. He had applied the solution there, as well.

"Now stand back up and put your shirt back on," he told me. I reached for my bra, but he lightly pulled it from my clutching fingertips. "No, Miss Adair, I don't think you will be needing this."




Sweltings Academy Ch. 04



"But sir, my nipples are wet now from the solution, and everyone will be able to see through my shirt!" I protested with a strange eagerness, feeling aroused at the thought of leaving his office this way.

"Not everyone, Miss Adair. Merely Coach Marshal. Unless you plan to parade around the school. That could prove very amusing. Should I call Stan to escort you to your detention?" His smile was sinister but sexy. 

I responded with a glare, and he laughingly finished, "You will need to return to my office at 4:45 for the next application of solution. That will be all."

***

Coach Marshal was a well-built man. Everything about him was hard, muscular, and big. Including, according to rumor, his cock. It was the object of everyone's whispered fantasies. He was bald and tanned, and his piercing blue eyes immediately took in my rosy nipples rubbing against my shirt. He smiled lecherously. This was going to be a long hour.

"Okay, girl, I don't call you little whores anything but your first names, and they said yours is Harmony. Is that right?" 

"Yes," I responded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of that masculinity so near me.

Without warning he swatted my ass. "Now, I call you Harmony, but you better call me sir. Got it?" I fantasize about being spanked sometimes, but it almost never feels as good in reality as it did when Coach Marshal did it just then. My "Yes sir" came out as a moan, and he raised his eyebrows sneeringly.

"Did you like that?" His voice was taunting as he did it again, and my "Yes sir" came out exactly like it did before, with slightly more emphasis on the "yes." He laughed in a deep masculine way and observed, "I can spank you for hours if you get on your knees down there and let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours. I bet you are so tight." Okay, I could not let this man fuck me. No. No no no. I took a deep breath and gave him my practiced, flirtatious look of seduction, the one that doesn't mean anything real. The one that means I am in control. 

"Sir, it makes me incredibly horny just thinking about you plowing into my pussy. I wish I could let you spank me and spank me. But I promised Mr. Ash I wouldn't do anything, so I can't say yes." Wow. I had managed to sound articulate.

He nodded and shifted his tone a little. "I guess we should get started with this detention, then. Mr. Jacobs has requested that I educate you about how to properly comport yourself. Why don't we have a seat on this couch. I have an instructional video for you to watch, and then we will discuss it."

"Thank you, sir," I responded, sinking into the comfortable leather of his couch as he pressed play on the remote control.

The girl in the video was wearing a school uniform. It was obvious she did not have a bra on because the shirt was wet and clinging to her breasts. Her dark nipples were visible. He paused on an image of her which clearly emphasized her breasts. 

"See how that girl isn't wearing a bra?" Coach Marshal asked. I said, "Yes, sir." He continued, "That is a direct invitation for a man to grab her tits. All the men around her are staring at her because they want to put those tits in their mouths and suck on them or bite them. Some men might be thinking about using nipple clamps on those jugs. Some men are thinking about fucking her tits or cumming on them and making that whore lick it up. Now, Harmony, I couldn't help noticing that you aren't wearing a bra. Is that because you are a slut who wants men to do those things to you?"

I gulped. "No, sir. Mr. Ash made me take it off." 

I was uncomfortably aware of his eyes staring longingly at my tits. He looked incredulous. Without raising his eyes from my chest, he said, "Maybe he did, but that doesn't explain why your nipples got so hard when I was talking about what everyone was thinking about. Or why they look like they're getting harder now while I'm staring at them. You like not wearing a bra, don't you? You love it that I'm just staring at that huge rack?"

Gulp. He was right. I tried to avoid lying as a rule, so I responded, "Yes, sir." 

The smile on his face was triumphant as he moved closer to me. "Take off your shirt and let me see those jugs," he commanded. It was not a request, so I complied. His eyes roved across them, making my nipples were so hard they were painful. Usually my nipples are pink, but the blood rushing to them flushed them to a deep red. He began a running commentary: "Yes, Harmony, I can see you are getting turned on by showing me your tits. I'm thinking about squeezing them hard. Mr. Ash told me you like it rough, and I have enough muscle to make you squirm. I'd squeeze your left tit till you were squirming on this couch, and then I'd do the right one. Left. Right. Left. Right. And then I'd put one in my mouth. All the way in. It's a big tit, but I could make it fit. And I would bite it. You would like it. Why don't you just let me do it? I can see that you want it."

I did want it. But there were only forty-five minutes of detention left. I could make it. I knew I could. So I told him again that he was making me horny, but I couldn't let him touch me. He raised an eyebrow and responded, "Good. I've got a lot more to tell you about than how I want to play with those jugs. And I'm enjoying watching you try to fight this." He retreated back to his side of the couch and pushed play. The scene switched and the girl was telling the camera how she wanted someone to use her like a little fuck toy. My pussy clenched with desire, and then the scene switched again to show a man taking her from behind, commenting on how tight her pussy was. She was writhing and moaning as he fucked her. I had never watched someone have sex before. Unless you count the time Mr. Ash fucked me in front of the mirror, but I couldn't exactly concentrate on anything but how good he felt. Coach Marshal paused a shot of the girl with her head thrown back an a scream of pleasure.

"Look at the slut. She knows she's on camera, and she loves it. He's fucking her like she's a dog, and she loves it. Did you hear how she was screaming? Do you scream like that when Mr. Ash fucks you?"

Coach Marshal had made a mistake by mentioning Mr. Ash, even though he may have nearly countered it by bringing up the way I scream. I really did not want to fuck anyone but Mr. Ash. I knew that my desire for Coach Marshal was entirely a result of the solution Mr. Ash had applied. It was not hard for me to reply, "Sir, no offense, but I am not allowed to discuss my sessions with Mr. Ash." 

Coach Marshal laughed his deep laugh again and continued as if I hadn't spoken. "Yeah, I bet you scream like a little whore. I could fuck you real good, too. You would scream just like that. You wouldn't be able to help yourself. I bet you're wet right now just thinking about it. Take off your skirt and your panties and let me see if you are."

I stood to comply. I blushed at the expression on his face when he realized I wasn't wearing panties. He nearly shouted, "Damn, bitch, you came in here pretending to be all proper, but you were hoping I would fuck you, weren't you? Why else would you come in here without panties? Sit back down, whore. I can see that you're dripping wet, and it won't be long before I'm making you scream." I barely managed to sit without plastering myself against him. He moved to put his arm around me, and he pulled me across his lap. This was getting serious.

He pressed play. The scene switched to show the girl on top of the guy. Both of them were facing the camera, and she was as limp as a rag doll in her ecstasy as he fucked her in this position. His red, engorged cock was pounding her pussy fast and hard, and she was bouncing with the strength of his thrusts as he pushed her and pulled her onto and off of his cock. His balls were bouncing up and down, and I was hypnotized by them. Coach Marshal pushed pause again, and this time I knew I was a goner. So did he, most likely.

He rested his hand in the same sensitive area Mr. Jacobs had explored earlier, and he growled at me, "Harmony, I want to stick this finger in your pussy. Look at how big it is. I can see that you are turned on by the idea of being fucked like that, and if you let me loosen you up, I can do it to you. I have a real big cock, and I don't want to hurt you." All I could manage was a moan. I had never felt more aroused in my entire life. He was waiting, stroking my skin with teasing strokes, and I was trying to tilt my hips until he touched my pussy, hoping that if I didn't agree verbally this wouldn't count. He laughed softly at my efforts and said, "Whoa, Harmony, you're not getting off that easy. Tell me to do it, and I'll do it. Otherwise, you're going to leave here with a dripping, unsatisfied snatch."

I groaned. This was going to keep happening all day. And what was I waiting for? This was what Mr. Ash actually wanted me to do. Mr. Ash wanted to punish me, and I suddenly realized that whatever Aubrey said, I would like whatever he did to me. I would also like Coach Marshal to fuck me. Hard. With a surge or relief, I capitulated. "Coach Marshal, I want you to finger fuck me and then fuck me like they're fucking on the video. I hope your balls bounce up and down like that guy's. That is so hot. You can spank me later if you want. I know I'm a slut for asking you to do these things to me. But I really need you to fuck me. I can't take it anymore." 

When his finger plowed into my pussy, I screamed in ecstasy. He was laughing again, apparently his favorite thing to do, and it turned me on more. He plunged his finger in again and again, and I rode his hand to orgasm, screaming the word that was pounding through my brain over and over, "YES YES YES YES YES!"

He let me recover a moment before he told me to bend over. Then he spanked me. "I told you to say 'Yes, sir,' whore," he growled as he spanked me again. I moaned with pleasure. "Sir, would you spank me again?" I asked breathily. As he obliged, he said, "Now what do you call me?" I screamed "Sir!" as his hand came down again. And again. And again.

Then he stopped, and I had just realized he was removing his pants when he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. We were both facing the television as he pushed play. The couple on the screen resumed their rhythmic pulsing, and he lifted me up and impaled me on his massive cock. It was heaven. He let go of my waist, grabbed my tits in both hands and pulled me back until he could speak in my ear. He was squeezing my tits so hard I was crying tears of pleasure. Then he growled in my ear, "You love this, don't you?" I moaned, but it wasn't enough for him. "You better tell me how much you love it, whore," he grunted as he bucked his hips, jostling me just enough to tease.

"I love your hands on my tits," I grunted in response. "You're squeezing them so hard, and it makes me feel so wet. Your cock is so big, and I know you're going to pound it so hard into me. It makes me so hot that we're watching that video, too. Oh God, that's so good, please don't stop!" The last sentence was because he had bounced me harder on his lap, raising and lowering me briefly on his huge rod of steel. 

He let go of my tits and grabbed my waist, literally screwing me up and down his huge shaft. It felt even better than it looked. "Start screaming, bitch," he ordered. "You tell me what I'm doing to that tight, wet pussy, whore."

I had been moaning and whimpering, but I managed to utter a series of half-grunt, half-screams as he pounded my vulnerable, sensitive pussy: "OH-GOD-SIR! THAT-FEELS-S0-FUCKING-GOOD! POUND-MY-PUSSY! " He slowed down the rhythm a little and came to a brief stop, reaching around to massage my clitoris. I had a crashing orgasm, pulsing and pulsing around his heavy shaft. 

He wasn't done with me. "Yeah, I knew you were the type of girl who would let me fuck her like this. You like it. Your cunt is squeezing the shit out of my cock, so I know you like it. You better tell me you want more." He started to raise me up his shaft again. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Well you better fucking keep me reassured while I pound that pussy of yours," he said, as he shoved me back down hard onto his cock. "Yes, sir!" I moaned. I felt his balls slapping against me, and they punctuated my screams of "YES SIR" as he thrust me up and down like a toy on his humongous dick. He asked every two or three times if I liked it, if it made me wet, if I was a whore, and I always responded with a "Yes sir." I came again and again in wave after wave of pleasure. 

Finally, he pulled me off his lap. I sprawled in a heap against the arm of the coach. He stood above me, rubbing that giant piece of meat that had brought me so much pleasure. He was grunting, "I'm going to cum on your tits, slut. That's why you came in here with no bra, to taunt me with them. Tell me you're going to like it when I splatter those tits with my jizz, whore. Tell me you want me to cum on your tits." 

As I watched him move his hands on his shaft, I realized that I really did want him to cum on my tits. "Cum on my tits, sir, please cum on my tits! I want you to, I was hoping you would do it as soon as I saw you! You squeezed them so good earlier. Everything was so good. It would just be so perfect if you shot your cum all over them and I could lick it off later." I only stopped begging because his cum was arcing across the inches between us, dropping on my tits in pearly ropes. Coach Marshal was winded, but he looked pleased. For the first time all day, I felt satisfied.

Suddenly, I became aware of Mr. Ash's presence. It was kind of hard to ignore it, given that he was applauding slowly and meaningfully. I quickly tried to cover myself, embarrassed to be found with another man's cum spattered on my skin. His eyes flickered across my naked, used body, and he looked impressed. "Miss Adair, you have been a very naughty girl. Coach Marshal, will you please escort Miss Adair to my office?"

"With pleasure," Coach Marshal grinned. I staggered to my feet, pulling on my clothes. I shuddered as I imagined all the things that could happen in Mr. Ash's office. I didn't know whether to be afraid or excited, so I settled for both as Coach Marshal began guiding me toward Mr. Ash's office.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 05



Chapter Five: Punished Again

Seldom in my career as principal of Sweltings have I known five hours to drag by with such excruciating slowness. I had a friend once who used to swear that anticipation made time slow down. Today, I believe him. But the moment I had been waiting for all day had finally arrived.

I was sitting behind my desk observing a remorseful young lady whose head was hanging, apparently in shame. Her long blonde hair fell over her like a curtain, and anyone would have assumed she was a modest, proper young lady who was about to be punished for some minor misdemeanor like chewing gum in class. I had known the young lady in question for two months now, however, and this angelic impression did not fool me in the least. Under that innocent exterior, she was quivering with a desire for me to do anything I wanted to her body.

Last night, when she had confessed she was fantasizing about me, I wasn't sure whether to believe her. I had decided to check her story out by viewing the surveillance footage of her masturbation. Surprise. She had been telling the truth. She had been moaning my name rather loudly. She had also been moaning that she wanted to suck my cock. You can imagine that listening to her moaning and watching her jam her fingers into her dripping cunt made me quite anxious to make her fantasy a reality. Soon.  

I had to exercise a great deal of self-restraint to keep from going to her room at once and ramming my cock down her throat. Years of controlling my urges enabled me to resist the temptation. It would be better if I waited. Also, I had the welcome distraction of an all-night appointment with Harmony's roommate, Aubrey Fenton. I must have fucked her five times last night. Every time I woke up, the thought of pounding my cock into that sweet mouth of Harmony's drove me crazy.

Finally, by morning, I had a plan. It would be two weeks before my next scheduled appointment with Harmony. It was no good calling her into my office for no apparent reason. People would ask questions. We take rather more liberties with our students than most schools, but there is still a code of ethics. It must appear that I had a legitimate reason to have her there. Fortunately, there was an obvious way to get her there. I had told her to abstain from sexual contact of any kind until midnight tonight. That meant that if she had sex of any kind today, I would have to discipline her. Even better, the prescribed punishment was oral sex. 

It took some serious manipulation to break her down this quickly. The lunch detention I desperately concocted was a stroke of brilliance. I watched the whole thing unfold on the surveillance tape. Coach Marshal seduced and used Harmony over and over again. He had bounced her up and down on his cock relentlessly, and she loved every second of it. You might think I would have been jealous, but actually, it was arousing beyond belief to watch her be impaled on that huge cock. I let them go at it for half an hour. I had basically been responsible for torturing her with sexual desire all day, and I figured she deserved a big release. I had finally walked in on them as she was begging him to cum on her tits. I watched until he did, amazed and aroused that she was moaning at the sensation of being covered in the sticky substance. Where did this girl come from?? I couldn't even pretend to be mad. Soon I was going to be pumping my rod in and out of her eager little mouth. I was grinning like an idiot. So was Coach Marshal. He had some perks coming, and he knew it. Harmony looked satiated and was glowing with pleasure, but she tried to appear embarrassed. And to make a long story short, we ended up in my office.

I had been studying her in silence for several minutes, and finally she looked up, cautiously curious. She licked her lips to moisten them and broke the silence. "Sir, I apologize for my behavior. I know I shouldn't have let Coach Marshal fuck me. You told me to abstain from sex, and I failed." 

I attempted to look stern. "Miss Adair, I hardly think it is accurate to say you 'let' him fuck you. I walked in on you as you were begging him to cum on your tits. Before that, you were writhing wantonly on his cock, begging him to fuck you harder. This is not the action of a proper young lady. It is the action of a seductress, a temptress, a common whore. Explain yourself."

She blushed and haltingly spoke. "Sir, I don't know what came over me. I know it was completely my fault. He was showing me a video about proper behavior, and it made me so wet." She stopped for a moment, looking at me intently, and her forehead scrunched as if she was carefully choosing her words. I wasn't sure what she was trying to say, but she ended up changing her mind. She turned to Coach Marshal and very prettily said, "Sir, I should not have tempted you. Thank you for making me feel so good, but I deeply apologize for putting you in such a compromising position just to satisfy my raging desires." God. She was such a good actress when she wanted to be. I knew this was her way of making fun of him. He wouldn't even realize it, and I couldn't say anything about it because it sounded so sincere. She was so fucking hot at that moment.

The look on Coach Marshal's face plainly said that you could knock him over with a feather. He quickly pulled himself together after giving me a look that translated into, "Wow, you've got this one whipped. Way to go!" Then he looked at her sternly and said roughly, "You really were a little whore. The way you teased me, you're lucky you can still walk." He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but that didn't matter at the moment. One of Harmony's many turn-ons was being talked to roughly. Another was being called a whore. She shivered, and I knew that a surge of wetness had drenched her tight young pussy. 

I cleared my throat. "Coach Marshal, thank you for your assistance. I believe I can take it from here," I said dismissively. We exchanged a brief unspoken signal, and he knew that what I really meant was for him to wait outside for my signal for about twenty minutes before re-entering for his reward. I was not about to feel Harmony's lips on my dick for the first time with Coach Marshal staring at us. I do have some principles. 

After he left, I told Harmony to sit down. I looked at her thoughtfully, as if trying to figure out what she was thinking, even though I was fairly sure that I knew damn well what she was thinking. The formalities must be observed, however, and we must follow the steps of our dance. It would make it more pleasurable for both of us if I remained the disciplinarian and she remained the naughty student. Just thinking about it brought a shiver of pleasure over me. I asked the question I knew would lead us where I wanted to go: "Miss Adair, you started to say something earlier before that truly touching apology to Coach Marshal." A hint of sarcasm was in my voice, a hint which did not pass undetected by her. She looked startled, evidently unsettled that I could read her so easily. She recovered quickly, however, lowering her eyes modestly and then raising them to mine almost pleadingly before finally speaking: "Mr. Ash, I am not sure if you really want to know what I was going to say."

I drummed my fingers on my desk. "Come now, Miss Adair. You know that I am always interested in the workings of that extraordinary mind of yours."

Seeming to make up her mind, she explained, "Sir, you know the reason I fucked Coach Marshal was that you had turned me into a puddle of desire. The solution you were applying to me was only part of it. Just being near you, feeling you close to me, was driving me crazy with desire." Ah. This was her delicate way of referring to the fact that I had almost fucked her on top of my desk this morning. The memory made my slightly stiffened cock harden further. 

I adopted a sardonic smile and replied, "Miss Adair, I believe you are referring to my reaction this morning when you told me you wanted me to fuck you on my desk. I believe we have already discussed our mutual desire with regard to the occasion in question." She was looking at me strangely, as if I had said something unexpected, so I changed my tone back to the customary disciplinarian. "I was quite overcome by the lewdness of your seduction, young lady. One day your whorish tendencies could get you into trouble." I added a hint of a growl to the last sentence, observing the shiver that passed through her. "Now, no need to be further embarrassed by your earlier actions. I must confess I rather enjoyed the sensation of nearly grinding you into that abysmal surface that usually brings me so many hours of thankless, pointless labor. Please continue with what you were saying, Miss Adair," I instructed.

She had moaned softly when I said "grinding," but she managed to derive some confidence from my confession that I had enjoyed her seduction. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Well, something finally occurred to me as Coach Marshal was in the midst of offering to fuck me from a variety of angles and in a variety of positions. I probably would have figured it out sooner if I could have thought about anything at all. Aubrey warned me this morning that you were... well... quite aroused last night." I laughed softly at her discomfort, raising chill bumps on her arms, and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. I chuckled, "A sex-crazed fiend would probably be an accurate description. Please continue."

She continued, "Well, Aubrey told me that I wouldn't like the punishment you had in mind. Because most of my blood was flowing away from my brain..." she gave me a sexy, playful glare before continuing, "I didn't really think about the fact that Aubrey is much more of a prude than I am. If I would have paid attention to you for one second this morning, I would have had a much better time today." 

I raised my eyebrows at her and asked teasingly, "It looked like you had a pretty good time to me, Miss Adair."

She giggled. "Okay, good point. But anyway, I wish I would have paid more attention. This morning, you clearly expressed the desire that I would fail at abstaining from sex. As I went through my morning, it became increasingly obvious that you had nearly ensured I would fail. But Aubrey's warning was in the back of my mind that I wouldn't like the punishment. Then just before the detention, you were obviously even more desperate for me to fail. When I decided to let Coach Marshal fuck me, it was because, through the haze of my desire, I had only just figured out that whatever the punishment is, I'm going to like it. Especially if you want to do it this much. If it will turn you on, I can pretend to hate it, but nothing you have ever done to me has been horrible."

Astonished that she had read me so clearly, I tried to conceal my surprise by moving to stand behind her. She was unable to see my face, and taking my silence for displeasure, she asked hesitantly, "Have I said something wrong, sir?" 

I managed a semblance of sternness as I ordered her to stand and look at me. She did so haltingly, and this time I knew it was not an act. I stepped closer to her so that we were inches apart. The heat between us was a palpable thing. My eyes bored into hers, and I let her squirm with uncertainty for a moment. Then I gently raised my hands to cup her face and told her the truth. "No, Miss Adair, I am merely dumbfounded by your perception. I am not used to being read so easily." Her eyes lit as she recognized that I had told her the undiluted truth, I wasn't acting the role of her disciplinarian. It was a strange moment. A moment I didn't think I would ever forget. The heat of desire was still between us, but it wasn't just play anymore. We had just exposed our real selves to each other, and it only made me want her more. 

"Sir?" she murmured quietly. "Will you please fuck me on your desk now? I don't think I can wait two weeks." 

With a chuckling growl, I moved my hands to the small of her back and pulled her hips against mine. She melted into my body. It was amazing. Technically, I should have released her and begun administering her punishment. Strictly speaking, all I was supposed to do was make her suck my cock. But I had never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I wanted to fuck her right then. The entire day had been building the pressure, and now that I could have her, watch her writhe in ecstasy beneath me, I knew I had to take her. I crushed her more tightly against me, feeling her hard nipples boring into my body. I moved a hand between us to grab one of them, and she moaned, "God, that feels so good." 

I raised my other hand to squeeze and twist and pinch her other tit, and while she was engrossed in the sensation, I leaned down and took a mouthful of her jug, sucking as much as I could into my mouth. I flicked the nipple back and forth with my tongue, and I slowly scraped my teeth along the tender, juicy flesh trapped in my mouth. I felt her breathing quicken into pants, and her moans of pleasure brought a deep growl from my throat. I felt like an animal, and I shook my head with that delicious melon still in my mouth. She arched her back and buried her fingers in my hair. She loved it when I was rough. I increased the pressure of my teeth until I reached her nipple. I captured it between my teeth and rotated my jaw. I was dimly aware of her hips grinding against mine, and I gave a grunting thrust of my hips in response that made her scream sharply in pleasure. 

Then I released her nipple and resumed my role as disciplinarian. This was made somewhat difficult by the fact that while I had been engrossed in her breasts, she had managed to undo my belt and unbutton my pants, which were now in a pool on the floor along with my boxers. Well, thank God I had noticed before I tried something like dramatically walking away. I had a feeling that falling flat on my face would have spoiled the effectiveness of my power over her. She was still fully clothed. Damn, this bitch was talented. Talented and very horny. And very dressed. My cock was pressing against the fabric of her uniform's skirt, a sensation that was very distracting. Miraculously, I managed to subtly step out of the pool of clothes and maintain an air of ferocity which clearly aroused her. 

I used my sharpest voice. "Miss Adair, you do not appear to have learned your lesson about teasing men. Not one hour ago, you convinced Coach Marshal to fuck you quite vigorously and thoroughly. Now you are bucking your hips like a common whore against me while I devour your tits. The rougher I am, the more you seem to like it. I'm beginning to think you are a hopeless little slut and I can't teach you anything." My voice was stern, but I was gradually inching us toward my desk, and I knew that in a matter of seconds, I was going to be thrusting into her, making her scream my name. 

She was deeply flushed, and her desire was boiling beneath the surface of the repentant mask she quickly adopted. "Mr. Ash, I'm sorry. I know it's wrong to like it when you use me to satisfy your animal urges. It just feels so good. I almost came when you were biting my tits. When you're rough, I can't stop thinking about how good you feel when your cock is slamming into my pussy. I want you pumping between my legs into my tight, wet cunt, even though it's a very naughty thing to think about. I know it isn't right, but please, please, I promise I'll do whatever you say if you just fuck me, pound me hard, please!" 

I stopped moving for a moment, and the gasping, desperate girl whimpered in frustration. Of course, I would have stopped anyway just to tease her, but I had to seize on one thing she said. I roughly seized both of her wrists in my left hand and raised them over her head. Then I trailed one hand between her breasts teasingly before grabbing her left nipple and twisting it. She arched her back with a moan. I bucked my hips hard against hers one time, pinning her against the edge of my desk with the motion. Her eyes were startled. She had clearly been unaware we were so close to the desk. She struggled to get her arms free, wanting to wrap them around my neck and pull me down to her, but I kept holding her wrists and raked my eyes over her writhing body. She gasped at the intensity of my gaze. I growled at her, "Miss Adair, when you say you would do anything, do you mean that?"

"Yes, God yes," she gasped. 

"You are aware that I have to punish you after this, and you will do what I say whether you want to or not?" I asked sharply.

She moaned again at the sharpness in my voice, breaking out in chills at the thought of what I might do to her. "Yes, anything, God, Mr. Ash, just fuck me, fuck me now!"

I released her arms, and she pulled herself onto the desk, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me towards her exactly as she had done this morning. The fabric of her skirt was still between us. I took a firm grasp on the seam that traveled from the top of the waist to the bottom of the hem and ripped, tearing the ruined fabric from her writhing body. Then, without the usual foreplay, I plowed my cock into her tight, wet cunt. Usually, I don't make sounds when I fuck the girls, but the sensation of her pulsing, deliciously warm canal was so amazing that I let out a sharp scream. Her fingernails dug into my back, and she wrapped her legs tighter around me as she pressed me deeper inside her. She was panting like an animal. 

I started to pull out so that I could start pumping in and out of that sweet pussy, but she was pleading, "No, no, stay inside, you feel so good..." I kept pulling back, and when I was almost entirely out, I pounded back in with another screaming growl, hard. I couldn't seem to control myself, and I started talking as I continued to slam into her snatch with growl after growl: "God, you have such a good pussy. (slam) I could fuck you all night long. (Slam) I could just pound (Slam) you and pound (Slam) you until you fucking (Slam) pass (Slam) out (SLAM). You are so (SLAM) fucking (SLAM) tight (SLAAM)." 

She was moaning, screaming, writhing with pleasure, begging me not to stop. I was still thrusting into her, slower, and I started talking again: "I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock, Miss Adair. You came at least twice just now while I was ramming you like you were a whore. I'm about to start doing it again. I expect you to inform me of the impact I am having on you." 

She was dazed with the intensity of her orgasms, but she never seemed to have trouble with finding the words to express herself. "Mr. Ash, God, this is so good! OOOH, yeah, slam that into me, AAHHH, I've wanted this all day, GOD, don't stop, do it harder, YES, YES, just like that! MR. ASH! I love how you fuck me so GOOD! So HARD! YES! YEESS!! OH GOD MR. ASH, I'M CUMMING AGAIN, DON'T STOP! MR. AASSHH!" 

Nothing turned me on more than when she called me Mr. Ash. I tore into her again and again, feeling my balls tightening. I was going to cum inside this gorgeous, screaming nymphomaniac who was addicted to my cock. Having experienced her third orgasm, she was mindlessly gasping, "Mr. Ash" over and over again. She huskily moaned, "God, Mr. Ash, I want to suck that amazing dick and lick up all of your cum." I don't think she realized she had spoken aloud. I gave one last jerk of my hips into her pulsing canal and shot a huge load of my spunk into her as she moaned in pleasure. I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything as much as I enjoy fucking this innocent little whore. 

I reluctantly withdrew from her, and I found myself gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She raised an eyebrow but smiled. Her expression became quickly seductive, and she said, "Mr. Ash, aren't you supposed to be administering a punishment of some kind? I mean, if that was the punishment, that's cool, but I don't think I've learned my lesson. You should probably do it again so that I won't go out and fuck the first guy I see."




Sweltings Academy Ch. 05



I chuckled softly at her and responded, "No, Miss Adair, that was not your punishment. That was your reward for your honesty. Did you like it?"

"Yes, sir," she replied eagerly. "Thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome. Now get on your knees so I can punish you, whore," I ordered.

She obeyed, regarding me with her blazing indigo eyes. She was on eye level with my cock, which was already beginning to stiffen again at the idea of what would happen next. She turned her eyes on my prick, and then I saw her lick her lips unconsciously. This was going to be so amazing. 

"Miss Adair, you have been a very naughty girl today. It's obvious you have forgotten the contract you signed upon arrival to abstain with intercourse from any men other than those I approve. I am going to remind you of your promise to me by making sure you are so wrapped around me that you can taste it." I reached down and captured her face in my hands, forcing her to look up at me before I continued, "Now, young lady, I expect your complete cooperation."

Breathily, she replied, "Yes, sir. I'll do whatever you say."

"Good." I brought her face to the tip of my cock and said roughly, "Open your mouth and suck my dick. Suck it good, and maybe I won't make you stay here all night."

She moaned softly, and she gingerly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She sucked gently, and I felt her tongue swirl around the circumference. She bobbed her head forward slightly, taking another inch into her mouth and continuing the same swirling motion of her tongue. Her lips were tight around me. It was amazing. She moved suddenly forward to capture two more inches of my rapidly hardening cock. She licked teasing strokes with her tongue along my shaft. Then she began a slow, sucking pressure as she pulled back, releasing me entirely. There was a popping noise as the head slipped out of her talented mouth.

I used my neutral voice to address her, betraying no hint of how she was blowing my mind along with my dick. "Very good, Miss Adair. If I didn't know better, I would say you had some practice with this." 

She looked into my eyes and said with intensity, "Sir, I've wanted to do this to you for a month, so I've had some time to think about how I would do it. I'm glad you are enjoying it."

"Yes, you are quite talented. I'll be sure to add a note to your file," I replied jokingly. "Now get back to work."

She pressed her lips against the head of my dick again, opening her mouth slightly. I thought she was going to take me in again, but after she had engulfed only the very tip in her warm mouth, she stopped and used the tip of her tongue to draw a teasing circle. Then she pushed forward and took the whole head in for a moment, only to quickly release it. I shuddered deeply with pleasure, and it took me a moment to realize she had positioned her mouth exactly the same way except she was farther down on the right side of my cock. She did the exact same motion--moistening a small area, drawing a teasing circle, and then engulfing a mouth-sized portion of my now-straining cock from the side. She stroked the bottom of my cock with her tongue, moving it from side to side. She suddenly thrust it hard under my cock and wrapped it around to tickle the left side. Then she released me and did it again farther down my cock. Several more times. Until she was nearly to the base. It was incredible. Her hair brushed against my balls like silk. Then she gently engulfed my left nut in her mouth, stroking it seductively with her tongue. I moaned appreciatively. She released it and gave a long, hard, uninterrupted lick on the left side of my shaft from the base to the tip. 

"Sir?" she asked, evidently observing the glazed expression on my face. "Am I doing a good job?"

"Miss Adair," I responded with an attempt at sternness, "You really are a good little cocktease. I believe I told you to suck me, and you are licking and nibbling. Now do as I ordered."

She fluidly moved back in front of me and pushed her mouth over 7 of my 8 inches. She bobbed her head forward and backward, swirling her tongue madly along the length of my shaft. I hit the back of her throat, and she moaned. She reached up with her hands to cup my balls, and the sensation of her soft flesh against them brought another groan of pleasure from my throat. 

"Miss Adair, that was very good," I praised her, pulling out. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Sir, I know it's dirty to want to suck your cock," she responded meekly.

"Young lady, that is not what I asked you," I growled at her. I pulled her roughly to her feet and rammed a finger into her pussy. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. I pulled the finger lubricated with her abundant juices out and thrust it in her face. "Miss Adair, you are quite aroused indeed. I hope you are properly ashamed of yourself."

She hung her head in mock humiliation. "Yes, sir. I know I shouldn't enjoy this. But you feel so good in my mouth, I can't seem to help myself."

"Are you addicted to cock, Miss Adair?" I asked.

She flushed and responded, "Sir, I'm addicted to yours."

"I see. Well, I have arranged a little test for you, to see if you are addicted to cock. You remember Coach Marshal, do you not, Miss Adair?"

I watched her bite back the sarcastic response that sprang first to her mind. She managed a meek, "Yes, sir."

"I am going to call him back in a moment. Would you like him to fuck you again?" I asked. She looked as if she were trying to decide if this was a trick question, so I took pity on her. "How silly of me. I momentarily forgot that it doesn't matter whether you do or not. That dripping wet pussy of yours belongs to me, and he is going to fuck it for you while you suck my dick. And this time, you are going to take my entire dick into that pretty little mouth of yours. You are going to have two cocks ramming into you at the same time. Maybe it will teach you what kind of life a girl who is a slave to her desires could end up living." 

"Thank you, sir," she responded. She added with a smirk, "I will do my best to learn my lesson." 

"See that you do," I replied threateningly. "Get back on your knees, slut."

Coach Marshal came in then. His eyes took in the panting, aroused girl at my feet, and he leered at her. "Well, Harmony, I see you have been busy again. Did you like sucking your principal's cock?"

She blushed and said, "Yes, it felt so good in my mouth, and Mr. Ash said you were going to come help punish me now."

He purposefully unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. Then he approached her, grabbed her hips in his hands caressingly, and positioned himself behind her as if he were about to take her from behind. Instead, he brought his hand down with a smack onto her ass, and she let out a purring moan. He spanked her again, and then crawled over her body until his cock was positioned at the entrance of her cunt and his lips were at her ear. Then he growled, "What did I tell you to call me, slut?"

She bucked her hips back, but he managed to keep her from pulling his cock into her. He reached beneath her and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. She finally answered him in a wrenching moan, "Sir, you told me to call you sir. I'm sorry, sir. God, that is so good! Sir!" He released her tits and moved back away from her, and she whimpered in frustration.

I resumed control. "Now that you have remembered how to address your Coach, Miss Adair, I believe we are ready to continue. You know what to do, and I expect you to do it well."

She crawled to me and wrapped her lips around my cock again, using her hand to guide it into her mouth. I reached down to pat her head condescendingly, and then with a grunt, I pushed the remaining inch of my cock into her throat. I pulled back a few inches and slammed into the back of her throat again. This time she moaned hungrily, moving her lips gently as she sucked on my rod. The vibrations from her throat pulsed through me. I pulled back again. She was so entranced with the sensation of my cock in her mouth that she hadn't noticed Coach Marshal resume his position behind her. I nodded at him, and together we tore into her. If it hadn't been muffled with my cock, her scream of pleasure would have been amazing. 

I thrust my hips back and forth, pounding her mouth savagely. Her steady moans of pleasure only made me do it harder. Her tits were bouncing wildly from the force of Coach Marshal's thrusts, and his balls were slapping loudly and frantically against her. He reached forward to grab her dangling jugs, and I knew he must have done it roughly because Harmony screamed a muffled scream and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. 

Coach Marshal laughed, "Well, would you look at that. It seems to me that this little bitch is really enjoying herself."

"Yes," I replied. "This slut can't get enough cock." She moaned again. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and asked innocently, "Is there something you'd like to say, Miss Adair?"

"This is so amazing," she moaned. And then she bobbed her head forward to take my cock again. I let out a surprised laugh and crooned, "Very nice, Miss Adair. Keep sucking my cock, you naughty girl." Her mouth tightened on my shaft, and I was transfixed by the sight of myself sliding in and out of those luscious red lips. I was distracted by the sight of her tits bouncing again. I managed to capture them in my hands. She released my cock from her mouth to let out a wrenching scream at the combined pleasure of my touch and a swat Coach Marshal had just landed on her ass. 

I squeezed her tits together and plowed my cock into the tight crevice of her cleavage, fucking her tits the same way I had done on Friday. She was begging me not to stop, but I stopped when the head of my dick was peeking out between the tops of her sensitive breasts. I growled at her, "Suck it, whore."

She opened her mouth, but before she could wrap those delicious lips around my cock in the teasing way I could see she was contemplating, I thrust my hips forward and pushed myself into her. Watching myself disappear into her tits and feeling the suction of her mouth on the few inches of my rod that weren't squeezed between her tits was intoxicating. It wouldn't be long now. I said, "Miss Adair, in just a moment, that talented mouth of yours is going to force me to cum. I expect you to swallow every single drop. Do you understand?" She nodded eagerly and flicked her tongue across the head of my cock, which was already in her mouth. 

I shivered, gave two more grunting thrusts, and finally felt the release and exquisite pleasure of shooting my load down her hastily gulping throat. She was pressing forward, her lips against her own breasts as she strained to take more of me into her mouth, sucking greedily at the cum I was spraying into her mouth. I released her tits and buried my fingers in her hair. She immediately bobbed forward and took the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, still gulping my cum. She gently licked and sucked my cock until my heart rate had returned to normal and I pulled out of her. She looked up at me with wide eyes and gasped in shock, "Mr. Ash, you taste amazing."

Her surprised discovery was quickly cut short when Coach Marshal rammed into her with force. She gasped and moaned, writhing against him. Evidently, he had withdrawn when he realized she was going to be swallowing my cum, and I knew it was because he understood it was her first time to do it. But now he demanded satisfaction.

As he pushed in and out, he growled in her ear. "So, Harmony, you enjoyed drinking Mr. Ash's cum. You're even more of a whore than I thought you were. Now you're going to prove it. I'm going to lay down, and you're going to ride me until I shoot a gallon of spunk into that amazing pussy of yours. And you're going to like it, so don't pretend you won't."

"Yes, sir," she replied hungrily. They repositioned themselves, and Harmony straddled him, impaling herself on his cock. She started moving her hips in a circle, grinding against him, and Coach Marshal groaned. "Damn, girl, that feels amazing." She responded by leaning forward slightly, dangling her breasts tantalizingly above him. He gave a few impatient jerks of his hips, bouncing her up and down. He chuckled, "I love watching those titties bounce around like that." Then his face became very serious and he said, "Okay, foreplay is over. Now you better ride me good, whore." She moaned and began raising and lowering herself on his cock, using her strong thigh muscles. She was obviously enjoying the sensation, and Coach Marshal noticed. "Yeah, that's right honey. Isn't this so much better when you cooperate and do what you wanted to do when you walked in my office earlier?"

Harmony moaned at the pressure of his cock inside her, and sped up her thrusts. He bucked his hips to meet her thrusts, and she screamed with pleasure. He growled, "I asked you a question, slut. Aren't you glad you're straddling me, riding my cock?"

She screamed, "YES, SIR!" obviously in the midst of an orgasm. But Coach Marshal had never been one to enjoy being on the bottom long, I knew from previous punishments. With a growl, he unseated her and rolled her to the floor in a classic missionary position. He plowed into her as she moaned and bucked in ecstasy, and after five or six of his powerful thrusts, they both came together, collapsing in a pile on the floor of my office. 

When their heavy breathing had slowed, I calmly said, "Well, Miss Adair, I believe that concludes your punishment. You may return to your dormitory when you have cleaned yourself up. I expect you will be better behaved after this."

With an exhausted laugh, she met my eyes for a moment before replying slightly sarcastically, "Yes, sir. From now on, I will do my utmost to ensure that I bring you nothing but pleasure." I chuckled softly, and she turned in a cloud of blonde hair, headed for the shower. 

Coach Marshal, gathering his own clothes and headed for a shower of his own, commented in amazement, "That is one hell of a pussycat."

I nodded in agreement, managing to tear my dazed eyes from the door to my private bathroom where she was currently showering. She was definitely one hell of a pussycat. And if I had anything to do with it, I'd be seeing a lot more of her before she graduated. 



Sweltings Academy Ch. 06



Chapter Six: Detention

It had been a week since I was punished for masturbating and then for having sex with Coach Marshal. It was still another week until my next appointment with Mr. Ash. A week of tortured, agonized fantasies that Aubrey's ministering hands and mouth could never quite assuage. 

My mind wasn't exactly on my studies, so it wasn't much of a surprise to me when Coach Marshal asked me to stay after gym. I had run a very half-hearted mile. I came in dead last, mainly because I stopped to walk. We weren't supposed to, and I had a sinking feeling that he had seen me. All of the other girls had left for the afternoon, and I felt Coach Marshal studying me. I was a little uncomfortable. A week ago, he had reamed me with his massive cock, and I had begged him for it, even enjoyed it. But it did make things a little awkward in class. 

"Harmony," he began. His voice cracked like a whip across the silence. "It took you twenty minutes to finish your mile. And I've gotta tell you, I was watching you most of the time. Maybe you don't remember, but a week ago, I was fucking you so hard that your tits bounced up and down. I like to watch them do that when you run. So it was really disappointing to see you stop and walk." 

I was blushing bright red. When Mr. Ash said things like this to me, I felt so turned on. But with Coach Marshal, it was strange. I felt embarrassed and self-conscious. I felt a little flattered and aroused, but mostly just strange. I mumbled, "I'm sorry, sir."

He was glaring, and I felt his eyes settle on my chest. He licked his lips and squeezed his hands into fists. I shuddered with the strangeness of it. He growled, "Well, that's not good enough. I'm assigning you detention this evening at 6 in Room 318."

He turned and stalked out of the room, looking immensely frustrated. I sighed with relief. I had been sure he was about to force me to have sex with him again, but he had only given me detention. I remembered suddenly that he was not allowed to force me to have sex. Only Mr. Ash could do that. Detention wouldn't be so bad.

***

I arrived at room 318 at 5:55. Coach Marshal opened the door and ushered me inside. He ordered me to sit in a chair on the front row. He seated himself in a large, cushioned chair and propped his feet up on the teacher's desk. Then he ran his eyes up and down my body, mentally undressing me. I squirmed under his gaze, feeling intensely awkward.

"Okay, whore," he said. "We both know that a week ago, I fucked you and you loved it."

I lowered my eyelids and hoped that if I was silent, he would quit talking.

"You aren't going to answer me?"

I continued staring at my desk. I heard him get up and cross to stand behind me. He began stroking my hair as he leaned down to speak in my ear.

"Listen, slut, you are going to fucking cooperate with me. I saw what a good little girl you can be for Mr. Ash, and you are going to do the same for me. Now let's get something straight here. There are no surveillance cameras in the classrooms after hours. They are soundproof. No one knows we are here. And before you leave tonight, I'm probably going to fuck you again. If you're a good little whore, it will be nice. If you're not, you might not like it." He suddenly jerked my hair, pulling my head back so I couldn't avoid his eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, feeling slightly queasy. 

"Good. Now, you ignored two of my questions, so you lose two articles of clothing." He tore my shirt down the middle and then pulled off my bra. "I've been wanting to play with these tits again ever since you walked out the door," he commented. He grabbed one breast in each of his massive hands and squeezed roughly. I gasped in shock and pain, but a familiar tightening sensation began twisting low in my body. He began kneading the flesh of my tits firmly, and then he pinched the nipples between his fingers and began rolling them. I moaned, caught in a strange mixture of emotions--pain, pleasure, fear, disgust, arousal. He purred, "Talk to me, whore."

"Please, sir," I managed to utter, "Please don't do this. You know I'm not supposed to."

He released me. Then he pulled me to my feet and snapped, "That was the wrong answer, whore." He pulled me against him so that my ass was pressed against his straining cock. He encircled my waist with one arm of solid muscle. He jammed his other hand into my panties and cupped my pussy. I felt his fingers resting against the entrance to my cunt, and his palm cradled my clit. I moaned involuntarily, squeezing my thighs together to keep his hand there even though I knew I didn't want him to touch me. He laughed softly, maliciously. He fluttered his fingers and laughed again when I squirmed against him, clearly wanting him to touch me some more. "Harmony, you are wetter than Niagara Falls. Your whole body is begging me to fuck you. Now fucking admit it, or I might stop being so chivalrous."

I shook my head. Then I felt him pull off my skirt and panties. He threw me to the floor and pulled off his own pants. He slapped the right side of my face with his erection, and I moaned softly. What was going on? I actually wanted to suck it. I guess this was fortunate because the next thing I knew, he was pressing it against my lips. He grabbed my head and growled, "Blow me, bitch, or this is going to get ugly." I spread my lips over his rod, hesitantly. He rammed it farther into my mouth, and I heard myself moan as I began sucking and licking hungrily. I took as much of him as I could, although it wasn't everything. Even when I deep throated him the way Mr. Ash taught me, I couldn't take it all. I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock, pumping him firmly while I pulled my mouth along the rest of his shaft. 

He pulled out, patted me on the head, and crooned, "That was real nice." I darted forward and took one of his balls in my mouth, licking it teasingly. He grunted, "Shit, girl. You're sure acting like you like this."

I blushed, feeling embarrassed, and lowered my eyes, hoping he would leave it alone, but knowing he wouldn't.

His voice was rough, commanding. "Tell me why you just acted like you like this, and it better be the truth."

I gulped, feeling terrified. He had a tone in his voice I'd never heard before. I felt him tense, but before he could do anything, I burst out, "Sir, I enjoyed sucking your cock. I liked the way it felt when you rammed it down my throat, and it turns me on that I couldn't take it all."

He smiled sinisterly, leering at me. "Yeah, that's right honey. You sucked it real good. You know what I think? I think you are obsessed with sucking dick. What do you think? Look at me and answer my question." 

I looked up with my frightened eyes, but I quickly dropped them from his face. Before I managed to find the floor again, I found myself staring at his massive cock, unable to tear my eyes away. I gulped, and I knew my arousal was beginning to show in my eyes. I heard myself murmur huskily, "I think so, too." Then I crawled forward and took as much of him as I could in my mouth again. He was laughing, deep and appreciatively, and his reaction and the feel of him thudding into the back of my throat made me moan. 

I was suddenly on fire with animal desire, and even though part of my mind was still screaming in protest, I couldn't seem to control my body. I slid my mouth off his cock and shakily got to my feet. Suddenly I was wrapped around him, pressing my tortured, hungry body against his hardness. Everything about him was big, and I wanted him to pummel me. I was panting and squirming against him, and within seconds, he had me pressed between him and the wall. I couldn't have moved away from him if I had wanted to, and I felt a shiver of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, completely humiliated but desperate to feel him inside me. My eyes locked on his, and I panted, "Fuck me Coach Marshal, fuck me hard... fuck me NOW!!"

And before he could respond, I impaled myself on his rod, moaning with pleasure. He flexed his hips slow but hard, and then he started talking. "Yeah, whore, I'll fuck your tight little cunt. You're such a bad girl, coming into detention and distracting me by sucking my cock, and then spreading your legs and sliding your wet little snatch onto my cock. Now you're moaning. I should've known you'd like it up against a wall. That's where sluts always to do it." His words made me feel slutty, but somehow the pressure of his cock inside me felt more delicious than anything I had ever experienced. I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs tighter around him, trying to take more of him inside me.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you, whore?" he grunted, with a more forceful thrust.

"Yeah," I gasped, and then moaned again. "Yes, God yes, it's so good, you feel so good..."

And then he began fucking me faster, like he was trying to nail me to the wall. I knew I was screaming something, probably his name, but all I could really concentrate on was the friction of him inside me and the pressure of the wall behind me. He lowered his head to capture one of my wildly flopping tits with his teeth, and he bit so hard that I knew there would be a bruise. I didn't care. I grabbed his head with one hand, never wanting him to stop. Then he grabbed my other nipple and twisted it violently, and I lost control. I came again and again, and I knew he was cumming inside me, too. 

Our breathing slowed, and I clung to him like a limp rag doll. He stayed inside me, keeping me pinned against the wall. He was anything but relaxed. I knew he was spent sexually, but there was something else coming. Something I probably didn't want to know. The look in his eyes was triumphant.

"That was great, Harmony," he crooned. Then his eyes flicked across my satiated face to my spent body, which he still had complete control over. He absently massaged my tender breasts, and I moaned. He raised an eyebrow. "Obviously it was good for you, too. Although I expected it to be a little more difficult than that."

I blushed and looked away, trying to ignore the pleasure he was triggering by rolling my nipples through his fingers.

He continued. "Now, Harmony, I should tell you something. It's true that there were no surveillance cameras running, but I have one concealed right over there." He pointed to a plant across the room. Shit. "I have our entire discipline session on video. Of course, I could keep the part where you protest and tell me you don't want me to fuck you, but I think the part where you confess that you are addicted to sucking cock and the part where you throw yourself at me until I fuck you against this wall are a little more interesting. Things that could get you in big trouble with your beloved Mr. Ash. So I suggest that from now on, you do exactly what I tell you."

I gulped, choking on my panic. If Mr. Ash found out about this, he would be furious. He would take it personally. How could I have been so stupid as to let Coach Marshal manipulate me this way? Thoughts of things I had done in the past hour rushed over me, and I was so embarrassed at my own behavior I dropped my eyes from Coach Marshal's piercing stare. He was right. I had thrown myself at him, and I only had myself to blame for the video footage he was holding over me. "Yes, sir," I managed.

He pulled out then, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. "Good girl," he sneered. "Now, tomorrow is Friday. You don't have any classes?"

Still petrified with humiliation, I responded. "No, sir. I don't have any classes tomorrow."

"Good. Then I will expect you to be in this room, under this desk, by 6 AM. That's when they turn on the surveillance cameras. You will need to stay under here and make sure no one sees you." He looked like he was hoping I would object.

I looked at him pleadingly, but all he did was look more excited. Finally, I sighed, and said, "Yes, sir. I will be here." What on earth was he going to do to me next??

***

At 7:30 the next morning, I was curled in a ball under Coach Marshal's desk. He wasn't here yet, and it wasn't the most comfortable place to be. There were handcuffs dangling from one of his desk drawers, and I was terrified that he might use them on me. I was exhausted and nervous and cramped and very sore from the vigorous fucking Coach Marshal administered yesterday. I had dragged myself out of bed at 4:30 this morning to make sure I had plenty of time to get ready. Somehow I figured Coach Marshal would expect me to look my best, even if he was planning to keep me tucked under his desk all day. Aubrey gave me a questioning, bleary-eyed look when I rolled out of bed and stumbled toward the shower, but I told her I was trying to make it to the library. She was already asleep before I finished my fabricated explanation.

The door clicked open, and I knew Coach Marshal had entered. He didn't say a word, but his testosterone washed through the room like a wave. I shivered, and I felt the blood rush to my sore pussy in memory of what he had done to me last night. It throbbed in a pleasurable way. I was horrified to see that my nipples were hardening at the thought of what Coach Marshal might decide to do to me today.

I heard him drop his stuff on the desk, never once glancing under it to see if I was there. Then a piece of paper fluttered to the ground in front of me, and he casually kicked it underneath. It had my name on it. I picked it up wordlessly and read it:


Morning Pussycat.

Just so we're clear, I've got you under this desk to be my sex slave. Whatever I tell you to do, you better do it without arguing and without noise. If you're a good little kitty, I'll reward you. If you're not, you'll be sorry. 

Now when you've read this, take off your bra and panties and slide them under my rolling chair. Leave your shirt on if you want, but it better be unbuttoned. Then get on your hands and knees with that juicy cunt of yours facing my chair. You better be in position by the time I get over there.

I gulped, but I quickly followed the instructions, scrambling to remove my blue silk lingerie and then get in the position he required. Seconds later I heard him sit in his chair. He didn't do anything for a solid minute, but I could feel his eyes crawling all over me. Then I felt the pressure of his hands on my ass. He kneaded the flesh, and I bit my lip to stifle the moan I wanted to make. I stared fixedly at the wood grain in front of me, and I knew that to anyone who walked by, it would look like Coach Marshal was sitting at his desk, lost in thought. His hands moved lower, gripping my thighs and pulling. Realizing that he wanted me to spread my legs farther, I complied. My pussy was completely exposed, and I felt another spasm of pleasure and shame ripple through me. He reached his thumbs up and barely stroked my quivering pussy, and I shuddered with sudden desire. I couldn't believe he already had me ready to fuck him again. Thank God he couldn't see my face.

Suddenly he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until he could easily reach my chin. He released my hair and turned my face so he could see it. He looked disgustingly self-satisfied, drunk on his own power. But somehow it made me want him more, even though I simultaneously hated him for doing this to me. At first I thought he just wanted to see the desire in my eyes, but then I realized with a start that he was holding something in his other hand. I closed my eyes in panic, hoping it would disappear. When I opened them again, he was still smirking and still holding the bottle. The bottle of solution Mr. Ash had used on me before Coach Marshal fucked me the first time. Oh God. This was not going to go well at all.

I watched as Coach Marshal deliberately unscrewed the cap and coated his index finger with the solution. Suddenly he pounded the finger into my aching cunt, and I gasped audibly. The walls of my pussy clenched around his finger, trying to keep him there. He twisted his finger back and forth, distributing the aphrodisiac solution deep inside me. Then he withdrew his finger, and I wanted to whimper with need. I heard the swishing sound of him rubbing his hands together and knew this was about to get worse. A pen hit the floor behind me, and I had a feeling this was going to give him the excuse to get down in the floor with me. Then I felt his hands cup my dangling breasts. He squeezed them roughly, then released them and stood up again. My skin was on fire. He had slathered my breasts with the solution. And finally, he wiped the excess solution across my clit. My entire body was a sheet of desire. 

Then I heard his footsteps walking to the door. The door clicked, and Coach Marshal walked out. I gritted my teeth, wanting to howl with sexual need. And there was no way he was going to relieve me. What was he doing??

At 8:00, the bell rang, and Coach Marshal re-entered. He was bantering with his first period Health class. The sleepy voices of my friends and classmates penetrated the wood barrier, and even though it was a thick wood barrier, it didn't feel thick enough. I felt horrifyingly exposed. If any of them happened to walk behind Coach Marshal's desk, they would see me crouching there, exposing my dripping pussy to his lecherous gaze, obviously starving for the rough thrusts that could bring me satisfaction. If Mr. Ash ever found out about this, I was dead.

After about five minutes, Mr. Ash gave the class a reading assignment and went to sit behind his desk. He dropped a piece of paper where I could read it: "Pussycat, you can sit up now. And then you can suck my dick. Or I can show Mr. Ash the video."

It was a sign of my desperation that I felt relief. I wanted to suck Coach Marshal's cock. Desperately.

I silently changed my position so that I was on my knees facing him. As soon as I moved off my hands and knees, he edged his chair closer to the desk so that I could only see him from his hips down. I shivered in anticipation. I was surrounded by his jean-clad legs, and the smell of him was intoxicating. I reached up and silently unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I tugged on the waistband, and he lifted his hips slightly so that I could pull them down. I couldn't get them off over his shoes, so I left them in a pool around his ankles and I crawled underneath them so that I was incredibly close to his half-erect rod. Suddenly it crossed my mind that he must have done this before with other girls or he would be more than half-erect.

I reached up to stroke him through his boxers. His fabric-covered prick felt amazing in my hand, and I stroked it up and down two or three times. Then I let go and brought my face in close. I pulled my lips into two firm lines and used them to nibble gently through the fabric. He shivered. Wanting to taste his skin, I planted a trail of kisses on the soft fabric until I came to the waistband. I flicked my tongue out between the elastic and his hard, toned waist, tasting the salt of his skin. I sucked gently on the tender skin there. I wanted to dip my tongue into his belly button, but I couldn't reach it without hitting my head. Instead I settled for letting my fingers trail up under his shirt and trail over the skin there, drinking it in. He let me explore him for a moment before gripping my hands in his and forcing them down to the waist of his boxers. Without further coercion, I pulled those down to pool with his jeans. 

His delicious cock--now more than half-hard--was standing proudly, tantalizing me. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the head like a pearl. I touched him almost reverently, positioning a thumb on either side of the shaft of his cock and stroking softly. Then I leaned forward slowly and licked the pre-cum off the head of his shaft. I heard him inhale sharply. I wondered if the other girls had aroused him this much. Then I wondered why I cared. I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this.




Sweltings Academy Ch. 06



With a shrug, I quickly darted my head forward to take as much of him as I could into my mouth. Coach Marshal coughed when he slammed into the back of my throat, and I had a feeling he was disguising a grunt. He was as far inside me as I could take him, and I concentrated on breathing through my nose so I wouldn't gag. I swirled my tongue around and around his cock, gently sucking at the same time. I swallowed a couple of times, because I read somewhere that guys like that. Judging by the way he convulsively buried his hands in my hair, holding my head against him, I'd say the magazine was right. I pulled back slowly until he was out of my mouth, and then I quickly took him all in again. I did it again and again. I wanted to do this faster, but I didn't think I could do it without making noise. I traced my thumbs in teasing circles on the exposed flesh of the bottom of his shaft as I pumped him in and out of my mouth. His legs were tensed, and I knew he was fighting the urge to buck his hips and meet my mouth. I could tell he was incredibly close. I stopped the teasing thumb-circles and quickly, gently cupped his balls in my hands. 

Then a spray of cum hit the back of my throat, and I began swallowing furiously. Nothing on earth tastes quite like cum, and even though Coach Marshal's didn't taste like Mr. Ash's, it was still amazing. I gulped and gulped, moving my mouth farther up his shaft as if I could pull more of it out that way. Finally, he stopped cumming, and he patted my head softly to let me know I needed to let him out of my mouth. I reluctantly let him go, feeling wetter than I have ever felt. I began to pull his boxers up, hesitant to cover that amazing piece of meat. I leaned forward and licked the head, and then I let myself take the head back in my mouth one more time. It was a lingering kiss that I only broke when Coach Marshal reached beneath the desk with both hands and pushed my shoulders back. Shit. I was probably in trouble now. I quickly moved back and finished putting his clothes back in place with trembling hands.

Then he slipped me another note. It said, "I have a gym class next period, so you're on your own. Don't move from under this desk. To pass the time, write down how it made you feel to suck my cock while all of your little friends were in the room. It better be good." I gulped. He would expect honesty. This was going to be horrible. I wondered if I would ever stop feeling embarrassed. But I couldn't afford for Mr. Ash to find out about what I did, so I grabbed the pen and paper Coach Marshal passed me and began writing.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 07



Chapter Seven: Mr. Demille, I'm Ready for My Closeup

During my time as coach at Sweltings, I've enjoyed my share of innocent, sexy little vixens, but I've gotta say that none of them pushed my buttons like Harmony Adair. I must be crazy for even messing with her because I know she's William Ash's pet slut. But I can't seem to stop thinking about her, and now while I'm supposed to be teaching gym, all I can think about is the mind-blowing blowjob she just gave me in front of the whole class. She is definitely not the first student I've hidden under my desk for that purpose, but I really wasn't sure I was going to be able to sit there quietly by the time she was through with me. All I can think about now is reading that letter she's writing me. And I'm not through with her yet.

***

After one of the longest hours of gym I've ever coached, I rushed back to my room. Of course, after I opened the door, I walked calmly and purposefully toward the desk. There was no way I would have let Harmony know what kind of power she has over me. I'm the one in control here. I like it that way. And so does she.

I sat down in my chair, and to any surveillance cameras or outside visitors, it would look exactly like I was settling down to grade papers during my free periods. There was only one paper on my mind. I dropped my pen and rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed at my own clumsiness. I ducked down to get it, and was struck by the potent hunger for sex emanating from the quivering girl I had trapped. She wanted me with a passionate intensity. While I was ostensibly groping for my pen, I used my other hand to reach into her shirt and grope one of her tits, twisting her nipple hard. The nipple tightened in my hand, and if I could have gotten away with it, I would have pulled her into my lap where I could spend hours just squeezing those melons. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, stifling a moan. She was in the palm of my hand. By the end of the day, she would do anything I wanted. 

I released her nipple and grabbed the paper she was clenching in her hands instead. She turned her blazing blue eyes on me, and I smirked at her. There was no way that Ash could do this to her. I could make her do things he would never even think of. And because he couldn't put her so completely in his power, he couldn't arouse her like this, and she knew it even if she wouldn't say it. Her eyes were telling me so right now.

I straightened and put my feet up on my desk in my customary pose of relaxation. It was finally time to read the letter. 

"Dear Coach Marshal,

You just went to teach your gym class, and I can hardly breathe because I want you so much. Last period while I was going down on you, I was so scared I was going to start moaning while I slid your cock in and out of my mouth. You are so big and so hard, and you feel so good inside me, no matter if you're fucking my pussy or fucking my mouth. The whole time I was sucking you in and out, I was thinking about how big and strong you are. And then after you came in my mouth and I swallowed all of your cum, I wanted to keep sucking on that cock because I was hoping you would just decide to fuck me right then. I know all of my friends were just sitting on the other side of the desk and they would have known what a naughty girl I was, but I wouldn't have cared at that point. And now I'm just sitting here under this desk, and I'm so wet. I would masturbate if I thought I could be quiet about it. But instead I'm being tortured by a fantasy I've just made up about you. I keep imagining what it would feel like if you snuck into my room one night when Aubrey wasn't there and just fucked me and fucked me until I passed out. You are so big that I wouldn't be able to get away even if I wanted to, and being completely in your power is making me want you so much. 

Sincerely,

Harmony"

I had to hand it to her. Girl definitely has a fantastic imagination. I pictured holding the girl's wrists above her head while she struggled to get away, then ripping her skimpy pajamas down the middle and touching her until she begged me to take her. It has been so long since I took a girl in her bed. It was so crazy it just might work. But not now. Now, there were more pressing matters. 

I pulled my legs back down off the desktop and scribbled a note: "You've been a good little slave so far. I'm about to reward you, whore, but I expect you to perform." I dropped the note under the desk and smiled to myself. She would have no idea what I meant until she saw what I did next. I groped in my desk drawer for what I needed--two things. A video camera and a deluxe dildo--it whirled around, it vibrated, it was soft but firm--all those things women like. 

I handed it to her and started the camera. I couldn't actually bend down to see the show, but I could watch it through the viewfinder.

Harmony looked at the dildo with revulsion and fascination. She wrapped her fingers around it, trying to get used to the idea of ramming it into her pussy. She was going to freeze up. I steadied the camera by clenching it between my legs. Then I reached down, watching my hands in the viewfinder as they reached toward the shaking girl. I grabbed her tits and began massaging them roughly. She threw her head back in ecstasy. I managed to start trailing one hand down her abs, dipping my fingers under her waistband. I tugged. Her legs were spread and I had a perfect view of her dripping pussy, but this would go much better without the clothes. She quickly realized what I was doing and managed to get all of her clothes off. I straightened up and took my hands away from her, but she didn't need them anymore.

She was kneading her own tits, tweaking and squeezing the nipples. Then she managed to squeeze one of her juicy boobs up to her mouth, where she started licking and sucking it. It was incredibly hot. Then she let one hand drift down to her pussy, and she began rubbing her clit, occasionally pushing a finger into her cunt. Her breathing had accelerated, and I knew she was aroused enough to use her prop. I nudged it into her thigh with my foot. With a start, she remembered that it was there. 

She didn't blush. She looked relieved. With fierce savagery, she leaned back against the back of the desk, spread her legs as wide as they would go, and thrust the pink dildo into herself. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She shoved it in and out, raising her hips to meet the thrusts of her hand. Finally, she stiffened and her lips formed an O. She was astonished at the power of her orgasm. This was by far the best video I had, and it wasn't done yet. While she arched upward, clenching the toy in her cunt, I reached down and flipped the switch that turned on its features. It was completely silent, but I could tell by the look on her face that it was working. She bit down hard on her bottom lip until it turned white, and her eyes widened wildly. She bucked her hips violently, and she started to try to remove it, but I reached down to hold it there. Both of her hands wrapped around my forearm, pulling me closer to her. Finally, I had to abandon all pretense and drop to my knees next to her, pushing it in and out of her cunt with one hand and filming her beautiful, uncontrollable orgasm with the other. 

After about five minutes of making her squirm, I finally switched off the dildo, let go of it, and returned to my chair. Probably no one even noticed I was on my knees for that time, but I didn't need to stay down there too long. For that shot, it was worth the risk. Harmony was still lying on the floor with her legs spread, still twitching, and now she was pressing the immobile rubbery cock into her still-quivering pussy. She looked traumatized, but in a very pleasurable way. I zoomed in for one last close-up of her satiated face, and then switched the camera off. Whether or not I had to use this video to blackmail the bitch, I knew I would watch it again and again.

I checked my watch. It was 12:00, time for Swelting to shut down for the weekend. I stretched, gathered up my papers, and then promptly dropped them. I actually cursed for the benefit of the camera so it would all seem authentic. I bent to pick them up, and while I was down there, I seized Harmony's wrists. Pulling my handcuffs off the handle of my desk drawer, I secured her to my desk. I still had plans for this little nymphomaniac and I didn't want her wandering off. I growled softly in her ear, "Don't you dare try to go anywhere, slut." She shivered, but the heat in her eyes told me it wasn't just about fear. I gathered my papers and walked leisurely to the door. I shut off the lights and opened the door, pretending to leave for the benefit of the security camera. It would shut off in the next few minutes since it was a weekend. I locked the door behind me so no one could get in or out. I had a few errands to attend to before I finished my business with Harmony.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Powerless

I can't believe I just masturbated for Coach Marshal's video camera. Oh my God. Have I lost my mind?? Maybe I could have talked myself out of getting in trouble for some of the other stuff, but this is serious. And now I'm handcuffed to his desk for... how long? I don't know. And yet, even though I know the solution he slathered on me this morning has long since evaporated, I am still so aroused. I have an amazing dildo buried in my cunt, but I can't turn it on. This is like torture. 

And what just happened is making it worse. The door clicked open. My heart was beating rapidly, and I couldn't even lie to myself that I was afraid. I just wanted it to be Coach Marshal, for him to fuck me.

But it was not Coach Marshal. It was Stan, the janitor, and the first thing I saw was his leer. He must have known I would be here. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes from his face as he slid his eyes over my exposed breasts, my shaved pussy, and the dildo that is lodged there. He stared at the dildo for a little longer than anything else. Then he laughed, and it was a high, nerdy sort of laugh. 

He stopped and licked his thin lips. "Well, young lady, it looks like you've gotten yourself into some trouble. You know, girls aren't supposed to masturbate. It's against the rules." He was staring between my legs, his brown eyes riveted to the rubbery toy I can't remove.

I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. "Stan, it's kind of a long story," I explained lamely.

He didn't even look at my face. "Yeah, sure, princess. Look, Coach Marshal asked me to do him a favor, and I'm gonna do it. You aren't the first girl I've found like this in his room, but you've definitely got the best tits." He lunged forward and massaged them inexpertly, but my pussy clenched in response anyway. I had just resigned myself to being groped when he suddenly stopped and pulled my left nipple taut. I gasped in surprise, and he laughed his nerdy laugh again.

"You like it rough, huh? Well, you'll really like this." From nowhere, he produced a small clamp which he pinched around my nipple. I squeaked in surprise, and he laughed again, a laugh that told me he was enjoying the control he had. Then he did the other nipple. I was so shocked that I didn't even fight against him when Stan removed the handcuffs and dragged me to the table next to the door of Coach Marshal's room. Before I regained my senses, Stan cuffed my arms and legs to the table legs with four sets of handcuffs, wrapping the chains around the table legs until the chains were tight enough that I couldn't move my arms or legs, which were both spread wide. 

I felt completely exposed and completely helpless. Anyone who walked in would immediately see my crotch. I squirmed in the chains, trying to get free. Stan laughed at me and reached between my legs to activate the dildo. Surprised by the sudden sensation, I screamed short and sharp. Stan slapped his hand over my mouth, muffling the screams I was continuing to make. The dildo felt amazing. Except it was sliding out. Until Stan grabbed it and pounded it in and out of me, although he didn't do it as hard as Coach Marshal would have. To my embarrassment, Stan brought me to orgasm. This nerdy little guy would never be able to forget that he had made me a captive to pleasure under his ministrations, and his smile told me so.

But it wasn't over yet. He whipped out his cock and with two or three strokes of his hand, he spurted his cum all over my body. I think he was aiming for my tits, but some of it landed on my face and some of it landed on my stomach. He laughed while it flew all over me. And to make it worse, I moaned. The sensation of the hot fluid on my skin was amazing.

Then he left, forgetting to lock the door behind him.

***

I laid on the table for thirty minutes before the door opened again, and to my relief, it was Coach Marshal. But my relief ended when I realized he had his camera with him. He panned across my used, spread-eagled body. 

He said, "Why don't you tell me and my camera what happened to you just now."

I knew what he wanted. I swallowed. "Well, sir, Stan found me in your room with the dildo... he tied me up and fucked me with the dildo until I came. Then he jerked off and came all over me." Oh God. It was turning me on to say this in front of the camera. I hope it didn't show.

"And did you like it, Harmony?" he asked maliciously.

I heard myself say, "Yes, sir." YES SIR??? WAS I INSANE???

"And what about those nipple clamps? What do you think of those?" he asked, using his free hand to flick my right nipple. I had a feeling he was zooming in on my tortured breasts.

"They feel good," I moaned, suddenly acutely aware of the pressure there. "I like it rough, and it feels like someone is biting them."

He moved closer and squeezed one breast. I inhaled sharply and squirmed. The pressure was almost too much. Suddenly, he released me. Then he jerked the dildo from between my legs. "You won't be needing this anymore," he commented, tossing it aside. "I'm about to give you the real thing. Do you want me to give you the real thing?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "Just please, fuck me. I want you so much!" I clenched my body in anticipation. 

He put the camera on his desk, and I heard his clothes hit the floor. He climbed on the table on top of me, and the warmth and aggression of him poured into me like an aphrodisiac. I moaned in frustration, unable to touch him because of the handcuffs. He dipped his hips low enough to graze my clit with his stiff rod, but it was more teasing than anything. 

Then he reached down and captured both of my tits in his massive hands. With the nipple clamps, this actually hurt a lot. But I didn't care. I wanted him to touch me, and I tried to push myself against him. He chuckled softly and released me. Then he unclamped my nipples. I felt the blood rush back, and when he closed his mouth over my right breast, the soft, warm pressure of his lips brought me to orgasm immediately. He knew, because I felt him laughing against me. 

And then, in a smooth, fluid motion, he pressed his cock into my aching, clenching pussy. I screamed his name over and over as he pounded into me, struggling to get free of my chains so I could hold him closer. I was begging him not to stop, and he didn't. Not until I came underneath him five times, and he finally jerked one more time before shooting his load into me with a grunt. 

Still inside me, he finally breathed, "Harmony, you have been one fucking amazing sex slave. I think I'm going to keep you. Even after I'm finished with you tonight."

I gulped. "You mean, there's more tonight?"

He laughed. "Yeah, there's a lot more tonight. I'll be completely recovered in a half hour or less, so I've got lots of plans for that gorgeous, responsive body of yours."

I felt blind panic. What else was he going to do??

And the panic didn't go away when there was a knock at the door. The next thing I knew, Mr. Jacobs was looming over me, his eyes hungrily devouring my naked, exposed body. And what scared me the most was that some part of me was looking forward to whatever happened next.

I stared at Mr. Jacobs, surprised that his lecherous gaze could raise such a response in me. Okay, he wasn't repulsive, but he was definitely at least 40. He was balding a little, and he wore glasses... not the sexy ones that Mr. Ash wore, but wire-rimmed spectacles. But something about the way he was staring at me made me shiver. He noticed. I could tell by the look of power that crept into his face.

Then he undid his tie. It was a wide and silky-looking. I soon discovered that it felt silky as well when he wrapped it around my eyes, blindfolding me. I was lost in the dark, completely unable to anticipate what would happen next. I let out a squeak of fright and anticipation, and both men laughed. I felt hands on either side of my waist, hands that weren't big enough to be Coach Marshal's. The thumbs were tracing feather-light circles across my abdomen, and it was excruciating. The tickling sensation made me squirm, and the goosebumps it raised on my skin began to transform into a deeper need. I moaned.

Suddenly I caught a whiff of cologne--not cheap cologne--and felt a warm presence near my neck. A tongue flicked across the tender skin there, and I fought to free my hands, wanting to clutch Mr. Jacobs close to me. His hands began to slide upward, and I wriggled under their teasing ministrations. He captured my earlobe in his mouth and began to suck gently, then with more force. I felt his thumbs grazing the base of my breasts, and my breath caught in my throat. Then he moved his mouth back to the hollow of my throat, kissing me deeply, while his hands closed over my aching breasts. I wanted to scream, but I was completely breathless. What came out was a cross between a cough and a wheeze. Mr. Jacobs released me, and I felt his breath in my ear.

"Young lady, can you explain why you are gasping like a fish out of water?" His voice was like sandpaper inside me, and I shivered. He wasn't velvet like Mr. Ash or whiplike like Coach Marshal, but I think I enjoyed his abrasive voice nearly as much as theirs. 

"Sir, it's just that you are teasing me and it's making everything you do feel so amazing. And I want to touch you, but I can't. And I can't see what you're doing. It's driving me crazy." The frustration was evident in my voice, and not being able to see his reaction was just cruel.

He didn't speak. Without any warning, he thrust his cock into my pussy. I screamed in surprise and pleasure. I was still soaking wet from everything Coach Marshal had done to me today, but even if I hadn't been, Mr. Jacobs's little teasing routine would have had me ready for him. He grunted when he was all the way inside me. He stayed buried in me like that for a moment, and he growled, "Fuck, I knew you would be underneath me like this one day."

Without thinking, completely out of control, I moaned, "Yes, sir, you feel so good, I've always wanted you to do this to me." Oh God. Was that true? I tried to think about it, to rationalize whether I was just telling him what he wanted to hear or whether the sexual torture I'd endured today had made me aware of things I never knew I felt. But all thought was ended when he pulled back and began pumping in and out like a piston. I tightened around him, wanting to pull him deeper inside me, but completely unable to move. He talked more than any man who had fucked me, and it was turning me on intensely.

"Yeah, baby, you feel amazing," he grunted. "I know you want me to let you go, but I'm not going to. You look amazing while you're so helpless. I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until I feel like stopping. I almost did it last week in class when you ran away from me. I almost did it right there in front of the whole class. God, your pussy is so fucking amazing."

Then I lost track of what he was saying because I was cumming again, harder than I had all day. Just thinking of him taking me in front of the entire class was sending me over the edge. I clenched myself around him over and over again, groaning with the force of my orgasm. Somehow my arms and legs were freed, because eventually I was wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside me. He wasn't fucking me hard, but his teasing gentle firmness was bringing me over the edge again and again. I finally ended up riding him, pushing him flat on his back and pounding myself up and down on his cock. He was talking, encouraging me, but I have no idea what he was saying. It was only after Mr. Jacobs tensed and released his cum into me that I realized that Coach Marshal was standing behind me, holding my upper body, ruthlessly crushing my tits in his palms. I felt another wave of ecstasy crash through me, and I reached my arms over my head to wrap around Coach Marshal's neck. He pushed himself against me, and I realized he was hard again. Mr. Jacobs was spent, for now. But Coach Marshal wasn't finished with me.

Mr. Jacobs pulled out of me and wriggled back, leaving me in Coach Marshal's embrace. Coach Marshal released my right breast, dropping his hand to push me hard against him. His cock was pulsing against my ass, and the pressure was intense enough that I writhed against him. He chuckled and abruptly released me. I fell forward onto my hands and knees, my face inches from Mr. Jacobs' cock. I was breathing heavily. Coach Marshal squeezed my ass, massaging the flesh the same way he massaged my tits. I pressed back into his hands, moaning. Then he raised his hand and spanked me, something which was incredibly stimulating every time he did it. The slap of his skin against mine tore through the room ten times, and I was bucking against him, trying to position my pussy over his cock, wanting him to take me from behind.

After he brought his left hand down on my tingling flesh again, I suddenly felt something pressing against my asshole. I gasped in surprise, and it took me a moment to realize that it was his finger and he wanted to put it inside me. 

"Oh God, please don't do that, Coach Marshal," I whimpered, feeling sudden terror. He wriggled his finger in response, and I felt my muscles contract around him instinctively. 

"Why not?" he asked. "You're going to like it." The tip of his finger was inside me, and it felt so weird. He must have used some kind of lubrication because it felt damp. But it tickled, and I knew nothing belonged there.

"No, I won't," I said, fighting panic as he pressed his finger further inside. Actually, this wasn't as scary as I had always thought it would have been. But I wasn't supposed to let anyone touch me this way. Somehow I knew it.

"Yes, you will." He pulled his finger back slightly, relieving some pressure, and when he pressed it back in again, I gasped in surprised pleasure. "See?" he asked triumphantly. "Now just imagine what it's going to feel like when I've got my cock up that ass of yours."

"No..." I whispered in horror as he continued to work his finger farther inside me. I wasn't sure if I was more horrified at Coach Marshal's intentions or at my own reaction. I looked desperately at Mr. Jacobs, hoping he would rescue me, but one glance at his half-erect cock and wild eyes told me that he wanted this to happen as much as Coach Marshal did. 

Mr. Jacobs noticed me looking at him, and he smiled maliciously at me. "Come on Harmony," he rolled his eyes. "We all know what kind of girl you really are. Girls like you love it up the ass. Just let yourself enjoy it." I felt a surge of wetness between my legs at his words, but I would have never let him know.

Coach Marshal abruptly pulled out his finger, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I shouldn't have. The next thing I felt was his cock pressing into my ass. He was grunting as he worked to push his huge rod into my virgin asshole, and the pressure was so intense that it actually felt good. I screamed in surprised pleasure, and he knew I wanted him there because what I yelled was, "YES!" He laughed as he violated me, grunting laughs that raised chillbumps all over my skin. Finally he was completely inside me, and he began a series of small thrusts that brought my breath in squeaking gasps. 

Mr. Jacobs knelt in front of me. He grabbed my face and pushed his hardening cock against my lips. Without conscious thought, I took him into my mouth and began sucking hard, licking and exploring every inch of him. Unlike the other men I had known, he completely fit into my mouth, and my nose was pressed against his body as I explored him. His hands were buried in my hair, and the combination of his cock in my mouth and Coach Marshal's in my ass was driving me insane. Suddenly, Mr. Jacobs grabbed my head and held it still. He started forcefully thrusting his rod into my mouth, harder than he had fucked my pussy earlier. It felt amazing, and I would have been begging him not to stop except he was muffling me with his thrusting prick. Coach Marshal reached underneath me to rub my clit as he continued his gentle, tiny thrusts into my ass, and I lost control again, drenching his hand with the wetness of another intense orgasm.

"I think she's ready," Coach Marshal commented. Mr. Jacobs looked eagerly at Coach Marshal and pulled out of my mouth. Then Mr. Jacobs stretched out on the table, positioning himself so that he was partially underneath me. I looked down and saw his pole standing proudly just beneath my belly button. Then Coach Marshal gave a firm thrust into my ass that actually scooted me forward a few inches. Mr. Jacobs' cock was straining just underneath my pussy. Without stopping to think, I lowered myself onto him as best I could. He groaned with the pressure and so did I. Having two cocks so close together in my body was amazing and terrifying.

Then they began to pulse in and out of me, struggling to find a rhythm. First Mr. Jacobs would tear into my tender cunt, then Coach Marshal would ream my ass. I would have fallen off the table with the pleasure of it if Coach Marshal had not been standing behind me, holding me. I was flailing wildly as they penetrated me, not sure who to press against. Then they synchronized their fucking, thrusting in and out at the exact same time. The friction was so intense that tears of pleasure began streaming down my cheeks as I begged them to do it harder.

"Do what harder?" Coach Marshal asked, as his balls slapped against my ass.

"Fuck me up the ass, do it hard," I grunted. "You were right, this is amazing!"

Coach Marshal leaned my upper body slightly forward so he could get a better angle and started pounding me as hard as he usually pounds my pussy. Mr. Jacobs started thrusting as hard as Coach Marshal, and after five of these intense thrusts, we all came at exactly the same time in a mass of screaming, entangled bodies.

Our pulses gradually slowed. Coach Marshal was the first to break the silence. "Holy shit," he cursed softly. "I have never enjoyed fucking a whore up the ass like that." He gently pulled out and pulled me off Mr. Jacobs' softening cock. Coach Marshal's eyes were glinting as he regarded me. "I have plans for you, little girl. Plans that begin tomorrow morning at 9:00."

I looked in horror at my two teachers, feeling disgusted at myself for allowing them to use me this way. What was Coach Marshal going to do to me tomorrow? Maybe I didn't want to know. I dropped my eyes to the floor, trying to hide my fear, and mumbled, "Yes sir. May I go now?"

His laugh was chilling, as if he knew that I feared him and didn't care. Because he also knew that I wanted him more than I feared him, or at least as much. "Yes, Harmony, you can go. After you thank Mr. Jacobs for pleasuring you."

I blushed bright red, turning to the extremely self-satisfied math teacher. "Mr. Jacobs, thank you for making me cum over and over again. You are an awesome lover."

He smirked and replied, "You are an amazing little whore. Let me know when you want me to do it again."

Coach Marshal laughed and nodded at me. "You've been a very good little slut today. See that you do the same tomorrow."

I hurriedly pulled on my clothes and raced from the room, hoping I would wake tomorrow to find it had all been a horrible dream.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Suspicion

Twenty minutes had ticked away while I sat and hoped that Harmony would enter her room. I'm not sure what brought me here, because I make it a practice not to enter their rooms, but I felt like seeing her. The week that had passed since our last session seemed like an eternity. Of course, I had to make up a pretense of some kind, so I chose her falling grades. 

My eyes drifted for at least the twentieth time to a stuffed polar bear on her bed. It was fluffy and cute, and the thought of her cuddling with it at night made me feel inexplicably jealous. I swallowed as I suddenly remembered how she looked in her pajamas. The picture in my mind of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her camisole made my hands curl convulsively around the sandalwood-scented candle I was clutching. It smelled familiar, somehow intimate. 

The door crashed open, and Harmony dashed inside, slamming it behind her. I dropped the candle in surprise, but quickly managed to replace it on her nightstand before she noticed me. She leaned against the door, breathing heavily and closing her eyes. I cleared my throat and she jumped, crossing her arms protectively across her body.

"Mr. Ash! Oh God, I'm sorry, I... did I do something?" She looked terrified. I unfolded myself from her brown beanbag chair and looked at her curiously. 

I raised an eyebrow as I stepped closer to her. "Not that I'm aware of," I remarked. I could smell her delicate cinnamon-scented shampoo from where I was standing and had to fight an impulse to bury my face in the spun gold of her hair. Some of the panic drained from her face, and I found myself swimming in her eyes. This was no good. I blinked and cleared my throat. I remembered that she actually had "done something" or I would have no reason to be here. "That is," I continued in my best attempt at a level tone, "I am a little concerned about your grades."

There was no mistaking it. She breathed a sigh of relief and actually smiled. Then she rushed over to one of her drawers, grabbed a towel, and began gathering shower supplies, babbling furiously. "Oh, yes, I know they're not very good! Well, you see, sir, I'm just adapting to life here, and everyone's so nice and I just keep having all these things to do and I keep forgetting to do stuff. I'm going to do better, I promise." Her smile was full of cheer and sunshine, but something seemed horribly artificial about it. "I just got finished jogging, actually, sir, and I was going to take a shower. Is that okay?"

Now there was a hint of desperation, but I pretended not to notice. "Yes, Miss Adair," I replied. "I will be waiting here to continue this discussion when you return." Her smile faltered, but she dashed out the door before I could call her on it. 

It was another twenty minutes before Harmony came back from the shower, her skin pink and her hair even longer wet than dry. She was absorbed in rubbing her hair with a towel and gave a surprised squeak when she noticed me still in her room. 

I put on my best stern face. "Miss Adair, you certainly took your time in the shower. You weren't avoiding me, were you?"

"No sir," she squeaked again. She took a breath when I didn't say anything, and explained, "It takes me a long time to wash my hair. It's long."

I found my hand reaching toward her, lifting a few dripping strands of it toward me before I realized what I was doing. I coughed and released her hair. "Yes, I see, Miss Adair. Very well. Now can you explain to me exactly why your grades have begun slipping?"

She sank onto her bed and resumed her efforts to towel-dry her hair, avoiding my eyes. "Sir, I've never been away from home before. I keep having these commitments come up. I'm not used to having to organize my time. I promise I'll do better."

I came to stand in front of her and gently grasped her wrists to stop her from tousling her nearly-dry hair with the towel. She looked up at me for an instant, and then dropped her eyes. Her face flushed red, and I realized with a start that my cock was at eye-level for her. It amazed me that she responded so intensely to me. She abruptly got to her feet, freeing her arms from my half-hearted grasp, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She buried her face in my chest, and my throat thickened at the sensation of her nearness. I rested my hands on the small of her back. She raised her head, and I felt the softness of her breath on my earlobe as she asked me to hold her. I pressed her against me and felt her breathing quicken against my neck. I looked down sharply to discover that she had tears coursing down her cheeks, and I felt a moment of blind panic. Then she buried her face in my chest again, and I could think. 

Maybe thinking wasn't exactly what I did, though. I kissed the top of her head, and suddenly I felt compelled to envelop myself in her freshly shampooed hair. Before I could stop myself, I released her lower back and sank my fingers into the cool, wet ocean of blondeness. I brought my lips down against her head again, and this time I didn't move my face away afterwards. I hadn't realized before just how appealing the scent of her hair was.

Her fingertips brushed my cheeks, and I brought my head up. She stared into my eyes for a moment, and I felt sure she was going to kiss me. My sanity crashed back into me. I could not kiss a student. So I leaned down and kissed her forehead, and then her eyelids. She sighed and smiled, and then she settled for pressing her lips against my neck. My pulse quickened, and she began to flick her tongue against my jugular. She dragged her lips downward and closer to my chest, moving her hands to try to unbutton my shirt. I disentangled my hands from her hair and grasped her wrists, halting her hands but not her mouth. She nibbled and sucked and licked, trying to tease me into releasing her, but by some miracle, I managed to hold on. I was pretty sure I couldn't just take her in her bedroom, either, whether I was principal or not.

Finally she looked up, frustration evident on her face. "Mr. Ash, why won't you let me undress you? I want more of you. Isn't that why you came here tonight? My grades aren't really that bad, are they?"

She had scored a point, and my sudden stillness enabled her to free her hands from my grasp. She pressed herself close to me again, sliding her arms up my back. Her breasts were pressing warm and firm against my ribcage, and my stiffening rod was sinking into the soft flesh of her lower stomach. She untucked my shirt deftly. Her fingertips raking against the skin of my back left trails of fire. I looked down at her face and saw her overwhelming desire. "Please, sir," she murmured. "I never stop wanting you." Then her lips were against my neck again, and she slid her hands from my back to my stomach. She brought them to rest over my chest, a place she had never spent much time exploring before. The white fabric of my shirt moved in strange patterns with her hands underneath it, and the sensation of her shower-warm hands against my body drove any rational thought from my head. Her mouth moved to the last inch of flesh above my shirt, and she dipped her tongue teasingly beneath it. I gasped with the pleasure, and she giggled into my skin. 

She stopped caressing my chest for a moment, turned her palms so that the backs of her hands were against my skin. She used her knuckles to tease me for a moment, and then she grasped my shirt and ripped. A small growl escaped her, as she tore the fabric away and brought her lips against my newly exposed flesh. 

Before she could twine her arms around me again, I slipped one arm behind her shoulders and one behind her knees. I lifted her into my arms and carried her the three steps to her bed. She smiled radiantly and wrapped her arms around my neck, triumphant. I sank down onto the bed with her still cradled in my arms, sideways across my lap. My back was pressed against the wall. Harmony's face was pressed against the left side of my neck, her tongue tracing circles that increased in intensity when my right arm trailed down to brush a long line down her side. I meant to briefly touch her, but couldn't seem to stop myself from moving my hand back up to squeeze her breast. She moaned, and the sound was muffled by my skin. I chuckled, and then I dipped my thumb under the fabric of her navy cami to graze her taut nipple. Her tightening flesh under my thumb was one miracle I never seemed to tire of experiencing.

She pulled away from my neck and looked at me with an unidentifiable expression. Her eyes were swimming with something, and her lips were flushed and parted. I glanced down the line of her body and saw the ragged edges of my shirt framing her lush curves, curves that were still obvious through her pajamas. I swallowed hard and brought my eyes back to her face, finally unable to tear my eyes from her lips. I licked my own lips and felt myself drawn magnetically down to hers. I released her breast and brought my hand up to cup her cheek as I lowered my head. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and I hovered above her lips for just a moment. The heat of her mouth was inches away.

My voice came out in a ragged attempt at evenness. "Yes, Miss Adair, your grades really are that bad." 

I pulled away. My lips were tingling and my breathing uneven. She opened her eyes, and the expression in them made me wish she hadn't. She looked wounded at first, then mad enough to spit nails. Her fists clenched, and I think she would have actually hit me if I hadn't stopped her. I reached for my mask of amusement at the same time that I reached for her wrists. 

"Miss Adair, maybe you aren't as perceptive as our fine academy originally supposed." Her glare became even more pronounced, but I risked her fists of fury to trace the line of her cheekbone with my thumb as I added, "Otherwise you would have undoubtedly deducted that the erection pressing into your side is irrefutable evidence that your hypothesis is correct. My coming here tonight has nothing to do with your grades."

She went very still and looked at me with that odd expression again. She asked, "What did you come here for?" 

I disentangled myself from her and stood beside her bed. She was still stretched across it, looking at me. I sighed and answered, "Because I missed you, Miss Adair. But I'm afraid that when we are not in the parameters of our scheduled meetings, I am not supposed to touch you."

She smirked. "But you did touch me."

"I apologize." Then I knelt beside her bed, looking up into her face. "Miss Adair, I think it may be a good idea if you visit me in my office tomorrow so that we can find a solution to this grade problem of yours." 

Her face clouded over. "Sir, I wish I could, but I have a prior commitment."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? What is it?"

"It is a field trip with Coach Marshal." She was avoiding my eyes.

I looked at her sharply. Then I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. "I see. Well that should be most educational. I will need to see you on Sunday, then, Miss Adair. You may tell Coach Marshal so if he intends to schedule any further 'field trips.' " 

"Yes, sir," she responded. 

"Good night, Miss Adair," I finished, and left the room. 

A field trip with Coach Marshal? On a Saturday? It seemed unlikely. I had heard rumors that Coach Marshal seduced students without official permission, but I confessed to myself that I thought Harmony was immune to his brand of seduction. What did she want with him? 

I prepared to push the thought from my head, but it was replaced by an even more disturbing one. Harmony said she had been jogging. If so, why had she been wearing her school uniform? I felt storm clouds forming in my head as I made my way back to the office, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Fire and Ice

I was a wreck by 9:00 the next morning when I met Coach Marshal at his office. After Mr. Ash's unexpected visit on the heels of the terrifying and exhilarating day I had spent with Coach Marshal, I had needed Aubrey desperately. She had never come in. My best guess is that she went out for the weekend. Goody.

With plodding steps, I approached the gray metal door to Coach Marshal's office. I resented coming here. I resented having to look at the bastard who was blackmailing me. I made up my mind. I wasn't going to take it.

He opened the door and gave me a smug head-to-toe once-over. He looked confident of his power over me, and even though I was disgusted with him, my body responded. Stupid hormones. 

"I'm not going," I said.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his office, shutting the door behind us. He did not release my arm, and he bent me forward over his desk to spank me. His left hand bit into my arm as his right hand slapped against my ass, sending a resounding smack through the room ten times. Heat began to gather deep inside me, but my stomach clenched with nausea at the thought of everything Coach Marshal had forced me to do yesterday.

He bent over me, pressing my stinging ass against his hardening prick. Then he spoke. "Damn it, whore, you will call me sir." 

"Fine, sir." Fury writhed inside me. He released me, and I turned to glare at him. "I apologize for my lack of respect, sir. Allow me to rephrase what I said earlier, sir. I am not going. SIR."

I'm not sure anyone has ever flatly refused to do what he said before. His face turned red and a vein began to pulse in his forehead. I swallowed. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to piss him off. The anger pulsing inside my own body refused to be ignored, though, and I stood my ground.

"Listen, you little bitch. You will do what I tell you to do. If I tell you to get down on your knees right now and suck my cock, you better damn well do it. If I tell you to walk down the hall naked, you better damn well do it. If I tell you to fuck the first guy you see walking down the street, you better damn well do it. And if I tell you that you are going with me today, you are going to fucking go with me."

"Or else what?" 

"You know what," he spat. "I'll show your beloved Mr. Ash what a disgusting little whore you are."

"Big fucking deal," I shouted. "Do you really think for one fucking second that he's going to care? You know that you are going to be in so much more trouble than I would be. You think Mr. Ash would just let it go that you tied me to a table, or hid me under your desk and made me suck your dick during class? Or that you fucked me up the ass? Let's not forget that. You know Mr. Ash has a thing about taking a girl's virginity in every way."

Coach Marshal turned pale, but when he finally spoke, his voice was even. "Maybe Mr. Ash would fire me. But he wouldn't stop me from sending these videos to your parents."

It was my turn to go pale. "I hate you," I finally replied. 

He closed the distance between us and thrust his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties. "No you don't," he said. "You just can't stand that you want to fuck me." 

The wetness of my panties seemed to support his assumption, but it was wrong. Maybe I wanted to fuck him. But I hated him, too. My body was tense, but it wasn't with need, it was with rage. It didn't matter, though. I was going to have to go with him today, and I needed to relieve the tension curled inside me. I couldn't deny that Coach Marshal could fuck it out of me.

"You bastard," I growled, and then I pressed myself against him, frantically trying to peel his clothes off as I kissed and licked every inch of skin I could see. The hand between my legs was still between us, and he began pressing his fingers harder against my cunt. I moaned, dizzy with my body's response, but finally managed to get his shirt and mine off. He leaned down and used his teeth to drag my right bra strap down my arm. Then he captured my tit in his mouth, pressing me against him with his free hand. My left tit was pressed between us, the nipple hardening against his bare skin. While he worked my breasts, he pressed his panty-covered finger inside my cunt. The sensation was enough to buckle my knees, so he pushed me against the desk and continued finger-fucking me while he buried his face in my tits. 

I ran my hands over his broad back as he made me quiver with desire, the tension in my body nearly ready to break. I wanted to grab his cock and stroke it, but his hand between my legs kept me from doing it. I finally settled for dipping my hands into the back of his jeans and kneading the flesh of his ass. He growled into my breasts, and I screamed as he managed to ram two of his fingers all the way into my cunt. 

He raised his head and ripped into me with his eyes. "Try to tell me you don't want me to fuck you, whore. Just fucking TRY. You want me so bad you can taste it."

"I want you to fuck me, sir," I said. "But I still hate you."

"Fine," he snapped.

Then he pulled his fingers out of me, spun me around, and grabbed my wrists, pulling me to stand with my back against him. He pushed me toward the window. The window in Coach Marshal's office had both a huge windowsill and a view of the practice field that Sweltings Academy shared with the football team of the local high school. The field was vacant, but I could tell the windowsill was about to be occupied.

Coach Marshal tore my panties off, remarking, "I'm going to have a huge collection of your wet panties before I'm done with you, slut." I was only wearing my skirt, and he left it that way. Then he pushed me toward the windowsill, and barked, "Okay slut, I'm going to fuck you where your precious Mr. Ash can see, if he happens to walk by. Then we'll see who he gets more pissed at. Now bend over the windowsill."

Shit. I think the worst part about all of this was that the idea of someone walking by and watching Coach Marshal plowing into me actually made me wetter.

I bent over at about a 140 degree angle, but Coach Marshal pressed me down into a 90 degree angle so that my breasts were pressed firmly against the cold stone of the windowsill, my nipples jutting against the frigid glass of the window. My forehead was also against the window. The only thing I could find to do with my hands was grab the edge of the windowsill. It was cold, and I shivered.

Then I heard Coach Marshal's voice, and the heat of anger returned. "Harmony, you look like a fucking porn star." The swish of his zipper grated across my nerves. "You look like you can't wait for me to plow into that cunt. You like it when I make you feel like a whore. You can pretend you hate me, but if you wanted to get rid of me, you would have ratted me out last night. You want me more than you hate me."

"No," I gasped as I felt him stand behind me. He pressed his cock against my slick opening and I shuddered. My voice came out in a whisper. "No, I hate you more than I want you."

He slammed into me, and I screamed, "Fuck, that's good!"

He laughed as he pulled back and pounded in again. He drove me harder against the window, and anyone walking by would have seen my tits pressed against the glass and my face contorted in ecstasy. 

"Your little protests are sexy as hell, bitch, but you love what I'm doing to you," he said. He left his cock where it was and reached in front of me to stroke my clit as he continued. "It's nearly 9:30, and if we don't finish soon, the football boys are going to show up to see what I'm doing to you." 

"No," I gasped. His hand on me shot fire through my body, and I moaned.

"Yes," he said. He pulled back and rammed into me again, bringing another scream from my mouth. "Yeah, those guys would love to see a whore like you in action." 

I came in a screaming orgasm, but he wasn't done with me yet. His smug laughter whipped through my body. He never stopped his slow, hard thrusts as I pulsed around him. When I stopped screaming, he laughed, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like it if the whole fucking football team came in here and watched me fuck you." I whimpered, tried to say no, but couldn't. Probably because he wasn't wrong. At least, not in theory.

I realized with horror that the theory was about to become reality. A truck pulled up at the football field. Then a second and a third. Within minutes, thirty guys plus five coaches had arrived and were getting ready to practice. 

Coach Marshal laughed as he thrust into me. "Well, Harmony, how does this make you feel?"

"Oh fuck," I said. There was an edge of frenzy in my voice. "Sir, you feel so amazing. I fucking hate how you do this to me."

"I know. What else?"

"I want you to do it faster, harder. I want them to see you fucking me."

"I know." Smug asshole. "And they will." Shit.

He finally abandoned his restraint and pounded me hard and fast. I couldn't control my screams of pleasure as he rammed into my pussy. My eyes were squeezed shut at the pressure of my building orgasm. Coach Marshal grunted, "Open your eyes, slut. They're watching you."

They were. The field was easily 200 yards away, but I could feel the eyes of the entire team raking across my flattened tits, my wild face. They were taking in the way I was being pounded against the glass. I looked straight into the face of one of them, a solid-looking guy who seemed built for the uniform he wore. Heat tore through me that was completely unrelated to Coach Marshal's thrusting force. I knew that this guy I had never met wanted to be the one behind me, plowing into me. 

I came again, abruptly and intensely. Behind me, Coach Marshal tensed and poured his cum into me, grunting about what a dirty slut I was. He moved his hips against me two or three more times, and the sensation was amazing. Then he pulled out and pulled me to a standing position so that my back was against him again. He cupped my tits in his hands, massaging them gently to warm them. 

I sighed. The tension was gone. A coal of hatred still burned in my belly, but I was too satiated to want to bodyslam him anymore. I was ready to do what he asked of me.

He leaned forward and opened the window. The team was applauding. A few of them whistled and asked for my number. I blushed and tried to get away.

"Whoa, now, Harmony," Coach Marshal said. "You have a fan club. I think you need to meet them."

Ah. There was that hatred I knew and loved so well.

***

Ten minutes later, I was out on the field in my school uniform. Without the panties, which were ripped beyond repair. Coach Marshal went over to talk to the coaches, and I stood in the middle of a huddle of guys.

A tall, clean-cut blonde guy whose gorgeousness was like a sledgehammer turned his five-hundred watt smile on me. "Hey, beautiful, I bet I could show you a good time. Why don't you come over to my place?"

I returned his smile, privately thinking that if he was anything like the other arrogant five-hundred watt smile guys I'd known, he probably had a tiny dick. "We're not allowed to leave campus," I answered, lowering my eyelids demurely.

"Oh, right, but you're allowed to fuck some guy where thirty other guys can watch," joked a short, stocky player with short, stocky hair. His tone was playful, and so were his eyes.

"Well, not strictly speaking," I said. 

Smiley Small-Dick (as I had come to think of the gorgeous blonde guy) said, "See? I bet I could make you scream like that other guy."

"Actually, he didn't scream that much," I said.

Someone behind me laughed, a clean, rich sound. It's been a while since someone laughed at my jokes instead of my response to their sexual advances. I turned to see who it was, and found myself staring into the light brown eyes of the perfect football player I had been staring at while I came. The amused, impressed expression on his face was a hurricane that tore through me and stole my breath. 

Short-and-Stocky said, "Yeah, Kyle, she's got you on that one."

I tore my eyes away from the mystery guy and smirked at Kyle (I still wanted to call him Smiley Small-Dick, but I tried to restrain myself). He looked like he didn't understand what I had said. I clarified, "See, you said you could make me scream like that other guy, but that other guy didn't scream."

His eyebrows contracted. "Yeah, but you did."

Another five-hundred-watt smile guy with black hair smacked Kyle in the back of the head. "Dumbass, she's saying that what you said didn't make any sense. Geez, no wonder you're like our fourth string quarterback. God help us if you ever end up starting." He ran a hand through his own perfectly styled spiky hair. With all of the product he had used, if I fell at the wrong angle, I could have put my eye out on his stiff hair.

"Shut up, Justin," Kyle said. Great comeback.

"Hey, have you ever given head?" a scrawny player with longish red hair asked.

I blushed. "Yes." 

The player beamed. "That's awesome." He and several others were looking at me like I was a goddess.

"Did you swallow?" I wasn't sure who asked the question, and maybe that was best.

"Sometimes."

"You mean you've done it more than once??" This question came from Red-Hair.

"Yeah." 

"Can I touch your tits?"

"No."

"Damn."

Coach Marshal pushed into the crowd of testosterone-driven guys and broke up the crowd. "I've got to take Miss Adair back to the school," he explained. "And also, you guys have to practice."

They groaned, but they hustled to get into position when their coach blew the whistle. Coach Marshal murmured to me, "Every one of those guys is going to whack off thinking about you tonight. They'll probably do it lots of times. Tell me you don't enjoy that."

I didn't answer.

***

The silken darkness of the blindfold sharpened my senses, and in the room Coach Marshal had guided me to, every noise danced across my skin like wind. The sharp smell of ointment was pungent. Turns out that by "back to the school," Coach Marshal meant "back to THEIR school." He took me to their locker room, blindfolded me, and told me that I would have company in a couple of hours. Whoever the coaches decided deserved a reward. With the luck I'd been having lately, my money was on Smiley Small-Dick.  

With a sharp click, the door opened, and even if I hadn't heard the footsteps, I would have known someone was coming toward me because I felt a wave of warm, glowing heat crash into my body. I had been slightly chilly until the unknown person had entered the room, but suddenly I felt warm and comfortable. 

Whoever it was circled to stand behind me. I could feel energy steadily, gently flowing from him to me. His warm breath brushed my neck, and any tension, fear, and disgust I had been holding onto melted away. Two thumbs slipped underneath my blindfold, and then it was gone. A soft light filtered through the window, and even though it was just an empty locker room, it felt like a foreign world. Definitely not my world, the world in which anyone and everyone could use me however they wanted to. 

I turned my head to try to catch a glimpse of my newest master, and what I found behind me were two light brown eyes sparking with a soft vigor that took my breath. They belonged to a guy who was smiling playfully, completely at ease. A guy with long, shaggy, brown hair the color of his eyes. A guy with richly tanned skin that smelled like summer. He couldn't have been much older than I am, but he seemed so sure of himself. He was the guy who laughed at my joke earlier.

With a start, I realized that I had actually turned around and was staring at him with my mouth slightly open. I closed it abruptly, hoping he hadn't noticed. But apparently he had--his grin became more lopsided, and he might even have been blushing. Then he shrugged and simply said, "Hey."

My breath came back in a rush. "Hey," I stammered. Oh God. This guy had just watched me fuck Coach Marshal. He totally knew what a slut I was. There was no way he would ever see me as anything else. Why on earth was he being so... normal?

"Umm... I guess I won the next four hours of your company," he said.

"Oh... right," I replied. I looked down, trying to hide my disappointment. For a second it had seemed like he wasn't after sex. "Well, what do you want me to do?" 

He cleared his throat, maybe nervously, but I didn't dare look up at him. Maybe he just swallowed a bug or something. His voice came out sounding too casual. "I kind of thought it would be cool to go back to my place and just hang out. If that's okay with you." I looked up sharply. He was fidgeting, looking intensely uncomfortable.

I couldn't help smiling at his boyishness. Having been around so many men lately, I had no idea that guys my age could be so adorably vulnerable but equally sexy. "Yeah, that sounds great!" I reassured him. His face broke into a grin, and he reached for my hand. When his hand closed over mind, a shiver went through my body. It wasn't because I thought he was going to press me against the wall and take me. It was because I responded to him. I realized suddenly that I was grinning like an idiot as we walked toward the door of the locker room. 

I came to an abrupt halt and looked at him curiously. "Hey... you saw what just happened, right? You know what I am?"

He raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Umm, a girl?" I glared at him playfully, and he rolled his eyes. Then he added, "Yeah, I know what they expect you to be. But you're not that girl. And I want to get to know the girl you actually are. Or, I guess if you actually are just that girl, I could fuck you now and get it over with." 

I stuck my tongue out at him and punched him in the arm. He laughed and put his right arm around my shoulders, giving me a quick hug. I put my left arm around his waist and remarked, "You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl." Then we walked out of the locker room.

***

Three and a half hours later, he had kept to his word. We had settled down to watch the crap that came on MTV until we were nearly comatose. It was a marathon of __Parental Control__, and we took turns commenting on how stupid the various girls and guys were for staying with or leaving their boyfriends or girlfriends. Finally, after the seventh episode, Ty flipped off the TV and looked at me. 

Shit, I thought. I knew it was too good to be true.

"Harmony... I want to tell you something."

I studied his face. He wasn't looking at me. "Yes?"

"I hate playing football." He was squeezing the remote control so hard that his knuckles were white.

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because I've always done it. I pretend to suck so that I won't have to play, but I'm good at it--the best in fact. That's how I got this time with you today." He turned to look at me, and his eyes looked like melting chocolate.

"Just because you're good at something doesn't mean you have to do it," I murmured. He dropped his eyes and sighed. "Hey, what do you love to do, Ty?"

He smiled, and even while he was staring fixedly at the ground, I saw his eyes lighten. "Play the guitar. There's nothing in the world I love more." He was caressing the remote control now. I swallowed.

"Well, you could always break your ankle," I suggested. "Or maybe if you cuss out your coach he would kick you off the team." He laughed sharply and looked at me again. 

"I'm really glad you came over," he said. His eyes sparked suddenly, and I felt mine widen at the expression I thought I saw there. He began to reach his hand toward my face, but dropped it before he got close. "Hey, Harmony?" 

"Yeah?" I licked my lips, feeling the tension between us pulse over me like a heartbeat.

He licked his own lips and looked away from me, fixing his eyes on his shoes. "Can I kiss you?"

I smiled and rested my left hand on his cheek. His silky hair fell over my fingers. He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Yes," I replied.




Sweltings Academy Ch. 10



His smile was radiant as he turned toward me. The blood rushed to the surface of my lips. Sad but true--I had never been kissed before, not on the lips. Now I was inches from my first kiss. I was acutely aware of the smooth leather arm of the couch against my back and the sharp, musky smell of his cologne. My hand was still against his face, and I stroked his cheek with my thumb. He smiled softly and reached his hand to my right cheek, mirroring my action. His hand smelled like soap, and I inhaled deeply. 

Then I let my eyelids drift nearly closed, watching through my eyelashes as his glittering eyes drew closer. He brushed my lips with his, a sweeping left-to-right motion, and I gasped. My eyes opened enough to see him smile, and then he pressed his lips more fully against mine. It was a soft kiss, chaste and gentle. I rested my right hand against the softness of his brushed leather jacket, wanting to wrap him around me.

We broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes, our faces inches apart. "Wow," he breathed. 

Then I buried my hands in his hair, pulling his head back down to me. This time we kissed with more heat. I turned, stretching my legs across his lap. His arms went around me, clutching my body close to his. His tongue darted across my lips, and I parted them in surprise. I felt him smile as he teasingly pressed his tongue into my mouth, flicked my tongue playfully, and withdrew. He raised his hand to my cheek again, barely touching me. Then he moved his lips against mine firmly once more before releasing my mouth.

I let my head fall to his shoulder and he propped his chin on top of my head. He stroked my hair as he held me. The masculine scents of his jacket and cologne filled my head, and I sighed as I hugged him close.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"That this morning, I never thought one of the things I would go through today would be my first kiss."

"You're shitting me," he laughed.

I snuggled closer to his jacket and said, "No."

"Wow," he said again. "Wow." After a pause, he added, "Well, how was it?"

I sat up and looked at him appraisingly. "You know... I'm really not sure." I pursed my lips. "Maybe we should try again?" 

He laughed and kissed me again, and I drank the feeling of him, his lips, his body. When he pulled away this time, I knew my eyes were swimming.

"Well?" he asked, sounding both breathless and amused at the same time.

"That was better than sex," I gasped. 

He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you've been doing it wrong."

I rolled my eyes and got up, smiling. "See if I ever compliment you again." 

He shrugged and got to his feet, too. "Do I take it that you want to see me again so that you can avoid complimenting me? Because it's kind of a stupid threat if you aren't ever going to see me again. Kind of takes the awe out of my impression of your self-restraint."

I giggled. Actually giggled. Then I said, "Damn. I guess I will have to see you again sometime."

"When?"

I frowned. "I don't know," I answered. "I'm not sure if we're allowed to see boys." Then I looked at him. I realized I didn't care. If I was fucking Coach Marshal and getting away with it, I could sure as hell sneak out and see Ty. "Friday night?"

He broke into a relieved smile and said, "Sounds good. I'll be prepared to test your no-compliment policy. But I guess I better get you back to the locker room now."

"Thank you for this afternoon," I said. "It was the best time I've ever had."

"Ditto," he said, and the look in his eyes told me he meant it.

I went to him and stood on tiptoe to give him a gentle kiss. When I stopped kissing him, he let out a sigh that was nearly a moan. He said, "There is just no way that you've never kissed anyone before." Then he kissed my forehead and took my hand as we went out to his car. I was about to return to harsh reality.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 11



Chapter 11: Power Circle

It was nearly five o'clock when Ty brought Harmony back to the locker room. I was beginning to get impatient--he was about half an hour late. One look at Harmony, though, and I knew he must have worked her pretty hard. She was glowing like I'd never seen her, and she was snuggled close to him as they walked in the door. 

"Thanks, Harmony," he said. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then whispered something in his ear that made him blush. Offering her as a prize to the best player of the day had been a stroke of brilliance on my part.

He left, and she stared after him with a dazed expression on her face. I said, "Looks like you two had a good time."

She glared back at me and said, "Yes, sir."

I couldn't understand the anger she felt toward me, but it thrummed between us. Within seconds I could turn it to lust. This was fortunate because there was a second part to our little outing. "Good," I said. "He didn't wear you out, did he?"

"No, sir."

I had stepped closer to her without realizing it, and my body was inches from hers as I said, "Tell me how he fucked you."

The heat in her eyes made my blood boil. "Fuck you," she spat.

I put my left hand on her shoulder, pushing her to her knees. With my other hand, I unbuckled my belt. "You are going to learn some fucking respect," I growled. The blood was rushing to my cock at the sight of her wild face. I finished with my belt and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I grabbed her head between my hands and pulled her lips to my hardening cock. "Now apologize," I said.

Like warm velvet, her mouth covered six inches of my prick. Her tongue swirling around my shaft brought a groan from my throat. I looked down at my cock disappearing into her mouth, and I realized how lucky I had been that I couldn't see her face while she was sucking me under my desk yesterday. I don't know what I would have done. She plainly enjoyed my hardness filling her mouth, pressing into the back of her throat. There was something else in her face, though, besides the lust and besides the hatred. It looked oddly like sadness. But then she pressed me farther into her mouth, swallowing me into her throat, and I forgot to care about her emotions.

"Shit," I said. "That feels so fucking amazing. You must have been wanting to do this for days." She moaned, maybe growled, but my cock muffled the noise and hummed with the vibrations. I pulled my cock out and then pounded it back into her mouth, watching her eyes glaze over. She reached up and caressed my balls, squeezing and teasing them gently as I started rhythmically pulsing in and out of her mouth. Whichever hole I had my cock in, she loved being fucked hard and fast. I finally worked my cock far enough in that my balls slapped against her chin. Every time they did, she gave a muffled scream. She wound her arms around my thighs, digging her nails into my ass. "Good girl," I grunted as I continued to violate her mouth. 

Finally, I pulled out of her mouth, feeling close to shooting my cum down her throat. I wasn't ready for that yet. I studied the gasping girl for a moment before I said, "What do you want me to do to you?"

Her face was a mask of agony. After a moment of internal struggle, she gasped, "Fuck me."

"Where?" 

"Anywhere...everywhere... I don't care."

I smiled maliciously. Then I stretched myself on the floor and said, "Then climb on, bitch." She crawled to me, straddled my waist, and covered my cock with her already pulsing cunt. She moved her hips in teasing circles, and I reached forward to tear her shirt down the middle so I could play with her tits. She leaned forward and dangled them close to me, and I laughed softly. Then she squeezed my cock with her pussy--it was intentional, I could tell by the look of concentration on her face. 

"That's real good, baby," I crooned. "Do it again." She did. And then she started pressing herself up and down on my shaft. I raised my hips to meet her thrusts, and the slap of our skin against each other filled the room. Her body tightened suddenly and then released with a scream. The look on her face and the spasms of her cunt almost brought me with her, but I managed to hold myself back. 

Then I told her to get on her hands and knees. I started pounding her cunt from behind, slow and hard. She whimpered, wanting me to go faster, but I had something else in mind. I said, "I knew you'd be begging me for this like a little whore. You love it when I make you scream like this. Fucking tell me so."

"Yes, sir," she whimpered as I pounded in unusually hard. She threw her head back and moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Good girl. Now I've got a treat for my little slut. Open your eyes."

She did. Coming towards her, wearing jeans but no shirt, was a scrawny red-haired kid from the football team. Well, in fairness, he was a senior, but he was scrawny. I couldn't help thinking of him as a kid. Harmony looked at me with wide eyes. I could tell by the look in Harmony's eyes that she didn't think he was a kid. I said, "Frank has never had a blowjob. You're going to give him one. A good one."

She whimpered, and Frank looked both aroused and hesitant. I nodded at him encouragingly. "Go on, kid, tell her what you want."

He steeled himself and said, "I want you to suck my cock."

Harmony hesitated just a moment, so I bucked my hips against her. She moaned, and then she reached up to unbutton Frank's pants. He reached his hands down to twine in her hair, and I laughed gently. When she finally released his cock from his clothes, there was already precum glistening on the tip. "Do you want her to swallow?" I asked.

He looked at the girl who was undoubtedly eyeing his rod hungrily. "Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, swallow my cum, slut."

She lunged forward and sucked him into her mouth. His eyes went wide, and he was like a kid in a candy shop. I pulled out of her pussy, afraid I would cum now and ruin the entire plan. She whimpered, bucking her hips in frustration. I plowed a finger into her cunt, and she moaned. Frank said, "Fuck, that's awesome," and I swallowed. I could only imagine what she was doing to him. I started to pull my finger out of her, but then I pressed the index finger of my other hand into her. She moaned again. I increased the speed, thrusting first one finger and then the other into her. If her voice hadn't been muffled by Frank's cock, she would have been screaming. Suddenly, her cunt tightened on my fingers with nearly excruciating pressure, and she stopped making noise. I realized by the look on Frank's face that he was pouring his cum down her throat. His ejaculation and my fingers brought her, too. 

Frank was speechless for a moment. Then he said, "That was the most awesome thing I have ever done." Harmony blushed. I laughed. Frank collapsed on one of the benches, staring in wonder at the panting girl who had just brought paradise to him.

She wasn't spent even though I had already made her cum twice. I said, "What do you want now, whore?"

Harmony said, "More." I knew I could count on her.

The look on her face when Justin and Kyle came out from behind the lockers was classic. I thought she was going to vomit for a second, but then her eyes drifted to the bulging erections packed inside their jeans. Her body quivered with desire, and she would take whoever came to her.

Kyle got his jeans off and made it to her first, and she easily took him in her mouth. He was small enough that she could actually wrap her mouth around his balls at the same time, and for once, I was jealous of a guy who had a small dick. Justin stared hungrily at her dangling tits, and finally he reached out to squeeze one of them. Her body was incredibly responsive by this time, and the scream she made was barely muffled by Kyle at all. Kyle finally pulled out, his hard prick stretching to reach four inches. He looked at Justin and said, "You have got to let this bitch suck you. She's a fucking genius."

I said, "You want to fuck that pussy while she blows Justin?"

Kyle looked hesitantly at Harmony. Harmony looked back at him and said, "Fuck me, Kyle. I want you inside me. Two cocks in my body... you're going to make me cum so hard."

Kyle got behind her and buried his rod in her warm, wet flesh. She said, "YES, God, Kyle, that feels so amazing." And then Justin had his cock in front of her face, and she stopped talking. Justin's cock was bigger than Kyle's, and I knew she was enjoying it more. She writhed between their bodies, and the sight of their rods pulsing in and out of her wetness was making it hard for me to control myself. 

Justin started muttering about what a bad girl she was, and she responded by taking him even deeper into her mouth. Kyle laughed and said, "Yeah, I think she needs a spanking." He brought his hand down on her ass, staring as the flesh jiggled pleasurably. 

Finally, I said, "You could probably fuck that ass, if you want to, Kyle." 

He looked awed. "Really?? She likes it up the ass??" 

"If Justin will take his dick out of her mouth for a second, she can tell you."

Justin did. She was quiet for a moment, panting softly. I came over and gently inserted a lubricated finger into her ass, feeling her stiffen.

When she could breathe again, she said, "Yes, fuck my ass, Kyle."

Justin pushed his cock toward her mouth again, and she licked a line down the length of it, then bent to take his balls in her mouth. His eyes fluttered closed, and he emitted a steady stream of cursing. Then she released him, looked him full in the face, and said, "Justin, I want you fucking my cunt while Kyle does my ass."

Justin looked at me. He said, "How do you keep this slut from fucking every guy she sees?"

I laughed. "Sometimes it's difficult." Harmony had the grace to blush, but she didn't protest when Justin and Kyle both plunged into her pussy and ass at the same time. She screamed, "Oh GOD, that's so good! Yeah, do it hard, HARDER!" 

I stepped forward and plugged her mouth with my cock. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me deep into her throat, rolling her eyes back into her head whenever I was all the way in her mouth. It was the second time in two days she had been taken by three guys at once, and I couldn't believe how much she seemed to love it.

I said, "Okay, gentlemen, it's showtime." Twenty-five of the thirty football players came out from behind the row of lockers, forming a circle around us. Frank was already out here, and Ty was God knows where, but I didn't worry about it because I figured he'd had a four-hour show of his own. I looked down into Harmony's wide eyes and said, "I thought you'd like an audience, slut. Does it turn you on?" She moaned deep in her throat, probably because Kyle and Justin took that moment to slam into her. "Show me," I said.

She did. I thought she had been fucking amazing the last few times she blew me, but this time I wasn't sure I was going to be able to stand up much longer. She frantically sucked and licked my cock, sometimes gently grazing it with her teeth. I felt her teeth scrape the ridge behind the head of my dick, and I actually screamed with the pleasure. She laughed and followed it with a teasing lick. She brought her lips around the head of my cock and sucked hard, then used her tongue to draw circles around and around the head. She sucked hard again, and it felt like she was trying to pull my cum out of my body and into hers. I looked down expecting to see her tits bouncing around, but saw instead that Kyle was crushing them in his palms. 

The guys in the circle weren't quiet. They shouted things like, "Yeah, baby, take it all!" and "Spank that ass, Kyle!" Someone said, "That bitch has great tits." Nearly every guy was moving his hand furiously up and down his own cock as Harmony thrashed around at the mercy of our pumping bodies. It wasn't long before one guy stepped forward and sprayed her back with his cum. Harmony screamed and bucked her hips back, and everyone could tell by her face that she was cumming. The other guys in the circle laughed and doubled their efforts, obviously ready to follow suit. 

Kyle stiffened and came in her ass, and not long after I finally blew my own load down her throat. She swallowed greedily, and was rewarded for her efforts when another guy managed to squirt his cum all over her face and hair. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and it wasn't in humiliation. 

Justin had her all to himself. He said, "Get on your back, whore, and put your legs over my shoulders." He started fucking her hard and deep, and she kept lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. Guy after guy squirted cum on her tits, and she would scream, "Fuck, yeah, that's awesome," or something like that every time they did it. 

At last, Justin tensed inside her, and she screamed, "Yes, GOD, pour your spunk in my pussy, I want it all! Fuck, you feel so good!" Her back arched so far off the floor that only her shoulders were touching it. The last three guys on the team simultaneously spattered her with their cum, and she screamed the loudest I had ever heard her. 

A few heartbeats later she relaxed. Then she looked around her as if she were just waking up. She looked faintly nauseous. Finally, her eyes locked on Justin's. He was staring at her as if she were a miracle of some kind. Her eyes filled with anguish. She kissed him on his forehead, and then she sobbed convulsively. She gasped, "Please don't tell Ty."

Then she staggered to the bathroom and we all heard her throw up.

Most of the team made hasty exits then, but Justin and Kyle exchanged a look. They followed her into the bathroom, and I heard them asking her gently if she was okay. I went to start the shower so that it could warm up. In fact, she didn't seem to be okay. By the time I got back to her, she had finished throwing up, but she was crying into Justin's chest. Kyle was standing awkwardly to one side, reaching out now and then to pat her back.

I said, "Thank you, gentlemen. I think I should probably get her in the shower now."

They nodded, and Kyle got her to look at him. "Hey, sweetie, don't worry. I'm the quarterback. If I say no one tells Ty about tonight, no one tells Ty. We didn't know about you two. I'm sorry."

What the hell?

She mumbled something about "fourth string," making Kyle and Justin laugh. 

Justin tilted her chin up and kissed her forehead. "No, hon, he's not fourth string. He's first string. I just have to take his ego down a notch now and then."

The tension went out of her and she giggled. She was acting like a teenager. I had never seen her do that before.

Kyle looked at me. "I'm not entirely sure she can walk," he said.

"That's okay," I replied. I scooped her up in my arms. 

Justin adopted a playful demeanor. "Hey, if you ever get an extreme craving for a threesome again, just let me know."

Harmony giggled again and rolled her eyes. Then I carried her to the shower.

She was able to brace herself against the wall as the hot water poured over her. I wanted to be mesmerized by the water dripping in rivulets over her body, but all I could think of was the Ty comment Kyle had made. 

Finally, I said, "What's this stuff about Ty?"

She looked at me, and a chill went through my body. "That's my business," she said.

"The hell it is. You're here because I brought you, and you owe me an explanation."

"I don't owe you anything," she spat. "I don't even owe you my body, even though you insist on taking it. I'm definitely not going to give you a piece of my soul."

Damn. This couldn't be a good sign if she thought it involved her soul. I glowered at her a moment, but decided not to press the point. I would find out sooner or later.  Apparently she'd been through plenty for one night. 



Sweltings Academy Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Comfort

I finally returned to my room at about 8:00 after changing into my pajamas at the locker room. I had been planning to sink into bed and pull the covers over my head, losing myself in a cloud of croony music or random television. What I found when I got back was even better--Aubrey. During the months we'd been roommates, I'd grown to view her as my best friend. I couldn't tell her everything, but I knew that she would understand about Ty.

She took one look at my face and pulled me down beside her on her bed. She asked, "What's wrong?"

I didn't answer for a moment as I pulled my thoughts together. "Aubrey... do you believe in love at first sight?"

She squealed. "Who is he?? Are you in love with Mr. Ash??"

I rolled my eyes. "No." I paused. "I don't think so."

"Then who??"

"Well, it's this guy I met today. He plays football for Hermitage High. He has nice eyes."

"I'm sure that's what you were looking at, sweetie," she said. She punched my arm playfully, and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Well, here's the thing... how can I be with Ty if I'm supposed to be monogamous with Mr. Ash?" Or umm, if Coach Marshal is blackmailing me and would probably be distinctly unhappy to find out that I was actually in love with someone.

"Haven't I taught you anything?" Aubrey rolled her eyes skyward in a self-sacrificing expression, and then continued. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"But how do I keep him from knowing? And don't you think Ty would kind of have a problem with me fucking another guy twice a month?"

Aubrey stared at me as if I were being incredibly stupid.

"Well, Aubrey, it's not like I can keep Ty from finding that out."

"How's he going to know?" she asked sweetly. 

"What if one of his teammates finds out?" I asked, circling closer to the issue. "What if Mr. Ash decides he wants me to fuck one of his teammates or something?"

"Do you really think he'd do that?" Aubrey looked a little concerned.

"I don't know." 

"Eww. Well, maybe you should just explain the situation to Mr. Ash, ask for permission? He probably wouldn't care, it's not like Mr. Ash is going to marry you one day. He probably wants you to find someone your own age eventually, and as long as you aren't having sex with Ty right now, I don't see why Mr. Ash would mind if you dated him."

Hmm. That actually made sense. Except it didn't solve the problem with Coach Marshal. I smiled at Aubrey, anyway. "Thanks... that actually helps."

"Don't look so surprised." 

I stretched out on her bed, and she pulled me to snuggle against her like a spoon. She rested her head in the hollow of my neck and planted a quick kiss there. Her arm was draped across my waist, and her nearness made me sigh with contentment.

Suddenly, she stiffened. "Who gave you that?" she asked.

Shit. I followed her gaze to my nearly exposed breasts, and there was a bruise in the distinct shape of a bite. It was obviously too big to be Mr. Ash's bite.

"Mr. Ash?" I said.

"Do you think I'm that stupid?" she asked. "Who did it?"

I sighed. "I'm not supposed to tell."

Aubrey removed her arm from me and sat up. She looked really angry. "It's Coach Marshal," she said.

I was dumbfounded.

"Well, what's he got on you?" she asked.

"He seduced me and got it on tape, and then he told me Mr. Ash would be furious. He's got a lot more stuff now, and he's threatening to send it to my parents."

"That bastard. He tried to pull that shit on me," she said. "I told him where he could stick his videotapes. Do you really think he would send those to your parents? They would sue his ass off, and so would Sweltings. Harmony, you have to tell him to go to hell. That's what you're really worried about, isn't it? Oh my God, Coach Marshal made you fuck the football team, didn't he?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

She sighed, and it sounded like an angry sigh, but then she calmed herself and murmured, "Don't worry. It will be okay. Just talk to Mr. Ash about Ty. Then tell Coach Marshal to go fuck himself. He won't hurt you. And if he tries, Ty could probably kick his ass."

I giggled. Mainly because I was thinking of Ty. And also Mr. Ash. I had a bad feeling things were about to get complicated.

"Just curious," Aubrey said thoughtfully. "Did Coach Marshal make you do.. umm.. anything that made you uncomfortable?"

"You mean besides fucking like four guys I would normally find repulsive in every way?"

Aubrey giggled nervously. "Well... yeah."

I sighed. She meant anal sex, and neither one of us wanted to say the words. "Umm.. yes."

She brought her hand up to stroke my hair. Her sympathy brought tears to my eyes. She hugged me close, trying to comfort me as if someone I loved had just died. This was where communication with Aubrey and me broke down. Yeah, I am repulsed that Coach Marshal forced me to do it. I hate him. He disgusts me. But I can't lie to myself. If it had been Mr. Ash, I doubt I would have minded. Maybe not even if it were Ty. I really hadn't progressed that far in my thoughts of Ty, and I blushed even redder.

"What are you thinking?" asked Aubrey.

"Ty thoughts," I said. "I don't want to think about Coach Marshal. And Ty is a really good kisser." I giggled.

"Better than me?" Aubrey's voice was innocent.

I glared at her teasingly. "Way better than you."

She laughed and pushed me out of her bed. I grabbed my pillow and smacked her across the back with it, and she halfheartedly fought back with her own pillow. We had had numerous pillow fights since we became roommates, but tonight was not the night for a serious one. When we wound down, I knelt beside her bed. 

"Aubrey... thank you. What you said means a lot to me." Then I leaned forward and gently kissed my roommate. Her lips were soft as always beneath mine, and she tasted faintly of her lemonade-flavored lip balm. The rich scent of her hair washed over me, and I broke the kiss with a sigh of contentment. Both of us were too tired to do any more tonight, but I crawled back into her bed and let her hold me as we both fell into a gentle slumber. Tonight, I could find comfort in Aubrey's arms. Tomorrow I would have Mr. Ash's again.

***

The next morning, I arrived outside the door of Mr. Ash's office with a sense of relief. I used to feel giddy when I was waiting outside, excited to see him and nervous about what he would have in store. The past few days had been so exhausting and Coach Marshal had taken me way past anything Mr. Ash would ever do. Even if my body had responded to Coach Marshal's scenarios, the rest of me hadn't. I felt my skin crawl just thinking about it. If anyone could truly soothe me, I knew it would be Mr. Ash.

He opened the door and stood there while my breath caught in my throat. I had kind of gotten used to the power of my attraction to him, but when he just showed up like that, I still wasn't immune. He smiled at the expression on my face and ushered me into his office.

I was expecting the comfort of our typical strict headmaster and repentant student banter. Instead, after we had settled in our respective chairs, I found myself drowning in his eyes as he stared across the desk at me. There was some heat in his eyes, but the dominant emotions were concern and curiosity. I swallowed, feeling an insane urge to cry.

"Miss Adair, I should tell you that my intentions in bringing you to my office today were not entirely dishonorable."

I giggled weakly and attempted to adopt my student role. "Of course, not, sir. I've been a naughty girl, I'm sure." My stomach clenched and I felt oddly revolted at my own obvious pass. For the first time, I actually felt like a slut, and it wasn't erotic at all.

Mr. Ash's expression didn't change, and I felt my own flirtatious smile slide from my face. "I don't suppose you are going to tell me what's going on?" he finally asked.

I studied the floor carefully. He sighed. Then he said, "All right, Miss Adair, I assume you brought your homework with you?"

I'm sure my jaw dropped. He was actually going to make me do homework. Did he somehow know what I'd done? Was I repulsive to him now? 

Pulling myself together, I reached for a book. It was my math book, and I dropped it as if it had burned me. Mr. Jacobs. Eww. I really did not need to think about math now. Mr. Ash was still leveling his considering stare at me, and I mumbled something about being a klutz. Then I settled for pulling out my science book and actually studying. Mr. Ash eventually busied himself at his desk, occasionally pausing to glance at me. As I lost myself in the rhythm of my homework, the tension drained away from me.

I honestly was behind in my work, and it was 5:00 before I finished. Everything but math, that is. I was taking deep breaths, preparing myself for the ordeal ahead, when Mr. Ash got up from his desk and sat in the chair beside mine. He picked up the math book and studied it for a moment.

"Miss Adair," he said in the same concerned tone he had been using earlier. "I get the feeling you are not very eager to do your math homework. Is there a reason for this?" 

I had to look away from the piercing eyes he suddenly turned on me. "No, sir." If my tone was convincing, then I'm a basset hound.

"I'll pretend I believe you," he said lightly. "But I don't believe that everything is okay with you. On a day when everything is okay, you glow. And not to insult your delicate sensibilities, but today you look like hell." He reached forward and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

I giggled, and it was a real giggle. Then I raised an eyebrow. "I wish I could say the same for you, sir." His hand close to my face sparked something in me, something that wasn't ashamed to flirt with him. Something that knew that wanting Mr. Ash wasn't like the poisonous pleasure that Coach Marshal forced me to feel.

"There's a shadow of our beloved Miss Adair," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm glad she's still lurking under the surface. But I'm afraid I can't be distracted so easily."

I sighed. "Promise you won't be mad?" 

"I can't promise that, but I will try to understand."

"I... I think I've met someone I want to date." 

His eyebrow arched in surprise. "I see. And who is this someone?"

"His name is Ty. He's a senior at Hermitage. He's... nice." I blushed just thinking about him. 

Mr. Ash smirked when he saw me blushing. "Is this what you thought I'd be furious about? Is this what you've been hiding?"

I didn't answer. He took this as confirmation, thank God. He said, "Harmony, I want you to be happy. I don't expect you to stay with me forever."

I looked up at him, startled. "You said my name." He looked suddenly embarrassed, a completely alien expression on his face. I giggled. "It's okay," I said. "I liked it."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, you caught me. I happen to think of you as more than a student."

I stared into his eyes for a moment. Then I said, "I love you, too, Mr. Ash." I pressed my lips to his cheek, wanting desperately to kiss his lips but knowing he wouldn't let me. He laughed shakily and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you for that charming declaration, Miss Adair," he said jokingly. I stuck my tongue out at him. "You may return to your dorm, young lady, and I expect better study habits from you henceforth."

Henceforth. What a geek. I smiled because he was an adorable geek. "Yes, sir." Then I added with emotion, "Thank you, sir."

He traced my cheekbone with his thumb as he stared into my face for a moment. Then he said, "Any time I can be of assistance, please don't hesitate to ask." He meant it. I was overwhelmed with emotion for a moment, and then he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. Tendrils of sensation blossomed from his lips, singing through my skin, purging the lingering nausea I felt about last night. Somehow, I knew everything would be okay. I smiled, got to my feet, gave an awkward curtsy, and practically skipped out the door. It made Mr. Ash smile a genuine smile, and sometimes I think I would do anything in the world to get that look from him.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 13



**Note to readers--hang in there, a Mr. Ash chapter I think you will like is coming next week!**

Chapter Thirteen

There are girls who spend all week in the fall waiting for Friday night, pulled by the siren's call of the stadium lights. Girls who spend the weekdays planning spirit decorations and figuring out what to wear on the weekly spirit day. Girls who spend the threeish hours of the game gazing raptly at the shining white number emblazoned on the sacred jersey of her chosen warrior's uniform. At my old school, I used to roll my eyes whenever I saw one of those girls. Suddenly, I am one of them.

Five days after Mr. Ash gave me permission to date Ty, it was Friday night, the night I'd promised Ty I would see him. Of course, I'd committed the huge oversight of forgetting that Friday night was game night, so I'd have to actually spend it watching him from the stands if I was going to see him at all. 

It was an away game, which doesn't quite cover the otherness of the field we arrived at. Ty's school, Hermitage, was by no means big, but this school was minuscule. Hermitage's thirty-member band took up the entire visitor's stands. Everyone else hiked over to the hill about ten yards away from the end zone and set up lawn chairs. A fence was behind us, and behind the fence were several contentedly grazing cows. The wind wafted the pungent smell of chicken houses across the field from time to time. Aubrey and I exchanged glances. We nonverbally considering picking up our stuff and just leaving. But then the team ran out and started warming up, and the chicken houses suddenly didn't seem so horrible.

During the game, Ty stepped onto the field exactly twice. He was third, possibly fourth string. I managed to entertain myself by watching the game and by finding him on the sidelines about every 2-3 minutes. 

After the game (which we won, not that I cared much except I figured it would make Ty happy), I went down on the field to see Ty. The coach was giving the postgame talk, and Ty was on one knee with his hair hanging in damp strands around his face. His skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, and the blazing lights illuminated it so that he glowed like an angel. Maybe it was weird to think of a guy as an angel, but that was what he looked like. He caught me looking at him and grinned. 

Kyle was kneeling next to him. My stomach clenched, expecting him to leer at me. Instead, he smiled a friendly smile at me and then elbowed Ty mischievously. Ty rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. The whole thing took about ten seconds, ten seconds in which the coach luckily did not notice their lack of attention to his stirring speech. 

I felt an elbow in my ribs. It was Aubrey. "HEY!" she whispered. "Who on earth is that guy next to Ty??"

Oh for heaven's sake. Well, I guess they would actually fit together pretty well, come to think of it. "It's Kyle," I said. "He's kind of an arrogant ass, but he seems to be camouflaging a decent human heart of some sort."

The team was up now, huddled close together and jumping around in their postgame fervor. Before I realized they had broken apart, Ty was standing next to me. 

"Hey, I hope you noticed, I've been perfecting my ability to stand nonchalantly on the sideline. It's taken years of practice."

I was smiling like a crazy person, but apparently Ty brought that out in me. I attempted to put on a serious face. "Yes, I noticed that you were able to stand better than anyone else on the entire field. Motionlessness suits you."

The team was beginning to trickle off the field. He said, "Yeah, but I guess this isn't the moment to practice it. Can you meet me back at the school? I feel like this was a supreme waste of a Friday night."

"Yeah, sure, although I wouldn't say it was a waste. I'm sure your vigorous standing was instrumental to Hermitage's win." 

He smiled and took off at a jog, following the rest of his team.

About an hour later, he emerged at the school. Everyone else seemed to have already come and gone, and it was just the two of us. He came to stand in front of me, his hands buried in the pocket of his hoodie. We looked at each other for a moment.

He said, "It's really cool that you came to the game tonight. I know you like football about as much as I do."

I smiled. "After tonight, I'm thinking I like it more."

He laughed, and a tension I hadn't known was still inside me went away. Then he took his hands out of his hoodie and pulled me into a bear hug. I was a little surprised and overwhelmed by the warmth of him combined with the richness of his scent. Automatically, my arms went around his neck. I rested my head on his shoulder, the skin of his neck tantalizingly close. 

He ruffled his fingers through my hair and mumbled, "You smell like cinnamon. I've given it some thought, and I think I like it better than the chicken houses we smelled earlier tonight." 

I looked up sharply to make some sort of comeback, but I was immediately struck dumb by the expression in his eyes. He looked... happy. He looked at me like I was responsible for it. And luckily, I didn't have to make a comeback because he kissed me. I think he meant it to be a soft kiss, and it started out that way. But the gentleness he treated me with awoke something deep inside me, something that wanted to kiss him more. When he lifted his lips from mine, I breathed, "Don't stop kissing me," and he pressed his lips back against mine. He tightened his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I buried my hands in his hair, which was incredibly soft and cool. Then his thumbs dipped beneath my shirt to graze the skin of my lower back. It was the most electric moment I had experienced, and I gasped into his mouth. 

He lifted his head from mine and laughed shakily. I felt his reluctance as he moved his hands away from my skin and smoothed my shirt back in place. Then he took my hand in his. I looked at him curiously. "Come on," he said. "This night isn't over yet."

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but a late-late showing of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes wasn't it. 

"You must be joking," I said as I examined the poster of the murderous fruit. "Are you trying to give me nightmares?"

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "If you're really that easily frightened, some nightmares would probably do you some good."

"Okay, fine, we'll go see this, but when a tomato comes swirling up out of my drain and leaves me in a bloody pulp on my kitchen floor, don't say I didn't warn you."

"You know, not to rain on your adorable pouting parade, but if a tomato does in fact murder you in the kitchen, I really don't think it will matter whether you've seen this movie or not."

I couldn't help it. He called me adorable. Plus he was so gorgeously smug that I had to unsettle him. I pressed myself into his arms and kissed him again, not too intensely, but intensely enough that I could tell he was dazed. I murmured, "Okay, fine, you win." Then I took his hand again, rolled my eyes, and led him to the line at the ticket window.

Five minutes into the movie, he was sound asleep, and I was cuddled against him. After twenty minutes of resting against the delicious warmth of him, a terrifying feeling began to well up inside me. I'd known Ty for barely a week, and the level of comfort I felt with him was positively unnatural. I was staring into his face, and a flush of happiness came over me when the tawny glimmer of his eyes shone through his lowered lashes. He looked down at me and smiled dreamily, then stretched.

"Glad to see we haven't been devoured by tomatoes while I slept," he said. 

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, no thanks to you."

He smiled again, and then looked suddenly thoughtful. "You make it really hard to not kiss you." He traced my lips with his thumb, and I shivered. The look in his eyes was so intense that I had to lower mine.

Someone behind us cleared his throat loudly, and we both jumped a mile. I looked for the source of the voice with growing horror. Coach Marshal's face came into focus. Shit.

"Young lady, you may not be aware of this, but it is currently nearly 1 AM. Perhaps you have forgotten that our weekend curfew at Swelting is midnight?" 

Shit shit shit. I was in so much trouble. "No, sir. I mean, yes, sir, I know when curfew is, but I didn't know it was 1 AM. Sir."

Coach Marshal grabbed my arm and jerked me to my feet. I couldn't help squeaking--it hurt. He said, "I think you need to come with me."

I chanced a glance at Ty, who was fuming. His fists were clenched. Shit shit shit shit shit. The last thing we needed was for Ty to hit Coach Marshal. At least not at the theatre. I said, "Ty, it's okay, Coach Marshal is right. I've had a great time, but I should go." There was so much I wanted to say, but I couldn't say it in front of Coach Marshal. I trailed off and stared into Ty's eyes. He stared back at me.

As the silence lengthened, Coach Marshal turned his piercing gaze on Ty. "Young man, I would like to speak with you tomorrow morning. Alone." Then Coach Marshal pulled me outside and into his car. He drove off so fast that I clenched my fists around the door handle, terrified.

He was silent for a solid ten minutes, and I began to hope he wouldn't speak to me. He turned down a dirt road, and he slackened his speed slightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was heavy with anger. "What in the hell are you doing with that guy?"

I swallowed. "He's my boyfriend. Sir."

He laughed sharply. "Boyfriend. That's ridiculous. You're a whore. You're MY whore. My whore can't have a boyfriend."

"I'm not your whore. Sir. Whatever you've forced me to do before, I'm not going to do what you say any more."

He stopped the car. I had no idea where we were, but it was obviously the middle of nowhere. There wasn't even a road anywhere. Then he looked at me. "So what, that aimless, brainless, piece of shit kid is going to stop me?"

I wanted to slap him, but I knew he would only laugh. Instead, I used words. "No. I am. You can go fuck yourself."

He reached across the car abruptly, and I thought he was going to hit me. Instead, he tore my shirt open and began pulling it from my body. I started to struggle, but he finally got it and my bra off. Then he started working on my jeans. His voice was quiet but shaking with fury. "You are going to do exactly what I tell you, whore, or I am going to leave you here on the side of the road, naked and alone. Maybe someone would give you a ride, but I doubt it would be as nice as the one I'm going to give you."

I gulped. I finally went still as he peeled the fabric from my legs. I brought my hand up to his face and turned him to look into my eyes. "Please don't do this," I said. 

He paused for a moment before thrusting his hand inside my panties and ramming a finger into my cunt. I clenched my legs together and moaned. I hadn't even noticed that I was getting wet, but his finger slid easily inside me. He said, "Slut, you obviously want this or you wouldn't be moaning like that. I could smell your sweet pussy juices the second I ripped your shirt off. Maybe you have a thing for that Ty guy, but you love what I do to you, too. And I'm going to do it whether you think you want it or not."

He moved his finger in a circular motion, and with an effort, I moaned, "Stop, stop, please don't." The words sounded unconvincing even to me, but I meant them.

He pulled his hand out, and without a word, he got out of the car. There was a vacuum in his absence, and I relaxed into the silence, trying to collect myself. Then my door opened, and he jerked me out of my seat. My skin tightened at the coolness of the night air. With a blush, I realized my nipples had already been hard, taut with anticipation. He forced me to bend over the side of the hood of the car. I shrieked when he mashed my breasts against the hard, cooling metal. 

He laughed and said, "Go ahead and scream. There's no one around. They won't hear you, and I will like it more." Then he spread my legs farther apart and slammed his cock into me. I tried to get away, but he had my hands tight behind my back and I was trapped between him and the car. His rapid, deep thrusts didn't hurt, but I didn't want him inside me, and I kept begging him to stop. 

He slowed his thrusts and pulled out. Then he spun me around and said, "Wrap your legs around my waist, whore. You keep telling me to stop, but you don't mean it. I'm going to fuck you so good now. I'm gonna make you cum again and again. You're going to want me to fuck you like this forever."

I whimpered, "No." 

He lifted me up so that my ass was on the hood, and then he said, "Yes."

I did it. I don't know why, but I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him close to me. He laughed and pounded into me again. I stopped pretending like it didn't feel amazing. I clutched him against me as he rammed in and out, and I screamed in ecstasy. 

"Tell me how you like it, whore," he grunted.

"Harder," I moaned, "Fuck me harder!"

It felt like he would split me in two with the power of his thrusts, and I screamed again and again as the pleasure became excruciating. 

He was grunting, "Yeah, you're my whore, my fucking little whore, and I'm gonna fuck you whenever I feel like it, you dirty little bitch."

Revulsion tore through me, hatred so intense it brought goosebumps to my skin. It rippled through me like velvet, and then it rubbed against the sensations he was bringing my body. An orgasm exploded inside me, built from the hatred I felt for the man who was dominating my body and forcing me to feel pleasure I didn't want from him. I screamed, and as my pussy throbbed around his pumping cock, I moaned, "I fucking hate you..." and then I screamed, "Fuck me harder, don't stop! I hate you, but never stop!"

He brought me again and again with an intensity I never expected to feel. As I came down from my fifth orgasm, he stiffened and poured his spunk into my pulsing cunt. A falling leaf brushed my cheek, and it was dry and fragile but smelled sweet and real. Time slowed, and I saw myself, naked and pressed on top of a car in the middle of nowhere beneath a man who disgusts me. I thought of Ty, and how just an hour ago I was cuddled up against Ty, wondering if I was in love with him. How could I be, when less than an hour later I was begging an asshole to pound me on top of his car? But I did love Ty, I knew it for sure as the pain and shame of my body's betrayal tore through me.

"Get the fuck off of me," I said. I'm not sure what my tone was because my entire soul was screaming with rage and disgust and hatred, not just for Coach Marshal but for myself. He didn't move. Instead he brought his hands to my tits, crushing them, stroking them, pinching them. He made my cunt quiver again, the walls of my pussy caressing the meat he still had buried inside me. My body was betraying me. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I hadn't realized I was crying. 

He said, "I've never made a girl orgasm so hard that she cried. God, you're a whore." Then he laughed and finally pulled out. 

It was 3 AM when we got back to Swelting. Coach Marshal left me outside my dorm, and I went in to appease him. I was shivering uncontrollably and crying steadily but silently. I clutched the torn edges of my shirt. I had broken the rules, and I had broken them in a major way. Not the Swelting rules, but my own rules. There was only one solution. I would have to go to Mr. Ash and ask him to punish me. Immediately.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 14



CHAPTER 14

***Mr. Ash***

At first I thought my window was being pelted by hummingbirds. That's the kind of dream I was having, although I don't like to brag about that. Then I opened my eyes to find myself staring groggily into the tear-stained face of Harmony Adair. Evidently, I had walked to the door and opened it in my sleep. If I thought she looked like hell last time she visited me, it was nothing to what she looked like now. Even with her bedraggled appearance, I was happy to see her. Happy, but confused.

"Miss Adair? What are you doing knocking on my bedroom door at... what time is it?" I stifled a yawn in an attempt to appear like a principal.

She grabbed my wrist and studied my watch a moment before answering in a haggard voice. "3:15 AM, sir."

There were just too many questions, so I opted to ignore them all. By some miracle, I was also able to ignore the chills her fingers raised on my arms. "Come in, Miss Adair. I apologize for the unkempt appearance of my humble abode, but you have chosen a rather unusual time for a social visit."

I don't think she heard a word I said. She was focused on the floor, and her words came out with an unnatural evenness. "Sir, I need to be punished."

I swallowed. I can't deny that I've been thinking about maneuvering her into another situation requiring punishment, but she has lately seemed so overwhelmed that it didn't seem right. Was she maneuvering herself here since I didn't do it for her? My eyes were drawn magnetically to her luscious curves, and my heartbeat began to sluggishly quicken. She looked up at me furtively, and the tortured expression on her face convinced me that this was not simply an attempt at seduction. Still, it seemed best to play the disciplinarian. Why else would she come to me?

"I see," I said, attempting to adopt a professional demeanor. It was quite difficult under the circumstances. "What infraction have you committed, Miss Adair?"

She didn't answer for a moment. Then she said, "I would rather not say."

"I'm afraid you must say," I said apologetically. "It must be a terribly severe infraction to prompt you to seek me out in my bedroom at this hour of the night. I must be certain to punish you appropriately."

A deep flush crawled across her downturned face. Then she raised her eyes and defiantly locked them on mine. I had never known the fiery indigo of her eyes to be so frigid. "I had sex with Coach Marshal," she said. "I had sex with Coach Marshal, several times, and I liked it."

I bit back the irrational anger that welled inside me. Harmony Adair was mine, and I wanted to throttle her for telling me so calmly that she was fucking another man. The impulse died immediately when I realized with a start that tears were leaking in silvery streams down her face. 

I managed to reign in my emotions, and I asked sharply, "Why did you do this?"

And she told me in halting, ashamed sentences how Coach Marshal pushed her into this position. She finished with passion, "I am a whore now, and I hate myself for it. I need you to punish me, please Mr. Ash!"

I have never felt less like punishing someone in my entire life. Instead, I found myself pulling her into my arms. Her damp face was pressed against my bare chest, the silky strands of her hair brushing against my skin. I said, "Harmony, you are not a whore. He used you, and even if you liked it, that doesn't make you a whore. You told him you wanted to stop, and he forced your body to respond. It doesn't make you a slut that your body felt pleasure. Maybe not everyone would have, but you have always responded to rough sex. He knows that, and he used it against you. This is his fault, not yours."

"But what about Ty?" she sniffled.

I resisted the impulse to roll my eyes. Ty was one of the last people I wanted to think about right now. "From what you've told me about him just now, I feel quite certain that he understands the nature of your relationship with Coach Marshal. Forgive me for saying so, but I am sure he already suspects what you and Coach Marshal have done tonight."

"I don't deserve forgiveness," she said adamantly. 

"Fine," I said, losing patience. "If you insist on punishment for something so completely ludicrous, I will administer it. Follow me."

I turned and glided into the bathroom and began filling the tub. When I glanced at her, she looked as confused as I'd ever seen her. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the cool surface of the tub and said, "Well? Why aren't you disrobing, Miss Adair?"

"Sir? A nice relaxing bubble bath is hardly what I would consider a punishment."

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you questioning my methods, Miss Adair?" My voice was sharp, full of the authority she was longing for, and she quickly shook her head. "Very good. Now once you have removed your clothing, I expect you to get in and stay there until I return for you. I have a few urgent business matters to attend to."

"Yes, sir," she responded demurely as she let the torn shirt she was wearing slide from her fingertips and to the floor. Truthfully, as it was 3:00 in the morning, the only pressing business matters I had involved sleep. But Harmony needed to relax, and I needed to figure out what the hell to do with her. I made a hasty exit, not quite prepared for the effect that her newly exposed golden skin had on me. 

***Harmony***

Suspicion curled around me like the tendrils of steam rising from the deliciously warm water that was slowly siphoning all of the soreness from my body. The things Mr. Ash had said and done tonight were so completely unexpected. I wasn't sure what I had expected from him when I told him I had been fucking Coach Marshal, but it definitely was not understanding. A bubble bath was just below understanding on the list of things I would never have expected.

My thoughts were interrupted by the breathtaking emergence of Mr. Ash into the bathroom. His hair was tousled from sleep, and his scent of sandalwood was stronger than usual. A wave of guilt poured over me as I thought of Ty again, but my knee-jerk reaction to Mr. Ash was nothing compared to what I had done with Coach Marshal. I resigned myself to being innately whorish.

Mr. Ash knelt beside the tub and studied me for a moment. Maybe it was silly, but I felt acutely aware of my nakedness for the first time around him. Not just aware, but embarrassed. There was a soft heat in his eyes. The heat that told me he was thinking about sex, but the softness told me that he wasn't thinking only about sex. It was a look I didn't deserve.

He said, "Have you given up this ridiculous notion that you should be punished for being victimized by a sadistic bastard?"

I wish it were that simple. "No. I betrayed Ty. I betrayed YOU. Why aren't you furious?" I asked, desperation filling my voice. He should be furious. This didn't make sense.

"Miss Adair, I AM furious. However, I am directing my fury at Coach Marshal, the person who deserves it." I was silent. Some of the softness drained from Mr. Ash's eyes as he said, "Now, if you are certain that you want me to discipline you, stand up." 

The water streamed down my body, caressing my skin as Mr. Ash flicked his eyes over me. I shivered as the tub began to drain.

"You get more beautiful every time I see you," he said. I couldn't meet his eyes. He shook himself and resumed his disciplinary tone. "My apologies. I forgot myself for a moment." I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe in other circumstances, I would have enjoyed his obvious infatuation, but all I felt now was guilty and undeserving. 

"Miss Adair, I believe it is my duty to ensure that you are properly cleansed before I punish you. I believe showers are infinitely more cleansing than baths, so I will have to supervise while you shower."

I was overcome with a sudden rush of heat that I didn't expect to feel. Showering with Mr. Ash was hardly what I would consider a punishment. "Sir, please don't be lenient."

"You are beginning to test my patience, Miss Adair. Now kindly step into the shower and do as I have instructed you."

I took a deep breath and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and letting the pounding jets ease the tension from my back. I chanced a glance at Mr. Ash, who was lounging against the wall and calmly moving his eyes over my skin. As always, his eyes stroked the center of my desire, and I felt it spread through my body. I blushed and looked away, wanting to fix my eyes on anything else in the room.

"No doubt you are wondering where the soap is," he said. With a start, I realized that I hadn't even considered it because I'd been so busy feeling conflicted about everything. I blushed deeper. Then I lied.

"Yes, sir."

"I have it here." I looked at him. He was holding a bottle of body wash and a pink shower poof. In a million years, I would never have expected him to be holding a pink shower poof. I couldn't help it. I giggled.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Is there something comical, Miss Adair?"

"It's the pink shower poof, sir. I didn't think you would own anything pink. I mean, I don't even own anything pink. At least not on purpose."

"Really? I find that pink can be quite a stimulating, refreshing color if applied correctly. I think you will agree with me before we are finished here."

Then he shed his pajama pants and joined me in the shower, pulling the burgundy curtain closed behind him. I flinched at the nearness of him. In the smallness of the shower, his nakedness seemed huge. 

"Don't worry, Miss Adair," he said. "My skin won't touch yours until you want it to. Probably not even then. Now kindly turn around."

I did as he asked, preferring not to look at him. I felt him move closer to me, and then I felt the silky scratch of soap and mesh netting graze my shoulders. I never stopped to consider how soft soap can feel on my skin. My eyes drifted closed as Mr. Ash continued spreading the foamy lather over my back and then covering my arms. He moved in teasing circles along my sides, and then he began brushing my stomach with the suds. He was still behind me, and his warmth surrounded me like a blanket. I sighed with contentment and finally turned my head to look at him. His face was inches from mine, his eyes fixed on his hands. I don't think I have ever fully appreciated the spark in his eyes until that moment. 

He abruptly realized I was staring at him, and he grinned mischievously. "Miss Adair, it appears you are not quite the wanton harlot you believe yourself to be."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, " I breathed. "You don't know what I'm thinking right now."

He drew a line of lather between my breasts, and my eyes fluttered closed. His nearness was maddening. "And what are you thinking, Miss Adair?" His voice was thick even as he attempted to maintain control.

"The thoughts of a wanton harlot," I said. I turned in his arms and let my eyes burn into his. I traced the line of his jaw with the backs of my fingers, shivering at the sensation of his stubble. I felt a sudden impulse to pull his head down and rub my tits against the roughness. 

Before I could act, he smiled and said, "Are they the thoughts of a wanton harlot who admits that pink is stimulating?" 

I was so busy glaring playfully at him that I was completely unprepared for him to swipe the lathery poof over my breasts. I had meant to taunt him some more about his hideous taste in color, but what came out instead was a moan. He rubbed over and over the sensitive skin, raising chillbumps all over my body. 

Finally, he began moving lower in soft, teasing circles. He said, "Your body certainly seems to enjoy pink. I think you should admit you like it." I opened my mouth to respond, but he darted the shower poof between my legs, brushing it against my pussy. What I ended up saying was a soft, "Yes." Damn it. I think I DO like pink now.

He darted the poof back and forth over my swollen labia, and my breath was coming in short pants. He stopped before I climaxed, and I whimpered in frustration. 

"What is it, Miss Adair?" he asked. His own chest was heaving, and his erection was tantalizing. Water ran down his body, tracing the tanned, masculine planes that brought me pleasure over and over again. He wanted me to tell him that I didn't want him to stop, but I couldn't formulate words. I was consumed by an aching need to touch him.

A heartbeat later, I was in his arms. My arms were twined around his neck, and his cock pressed into my stomach. His hands stroked my lower back, inching lower to tease my ass. My aching tits ground into his chest, bringing soft moans from my throat. My head fell back in the pleasure of being near him, and I found myself looking into his eyes again, eyes which told me he had given up control for the moment. 

And then I kissed him. He stiffened for a moment, surprised, as I moved my lips on his. I heard him breathe in sharply, and I could almost hear him struggling with whether or not he had crossed some sort of moral line. And then he kissed me back. He moved his hands up to cup my face, and then he kissed me hard and deep. His tongue darted between my lips, and I moaned, wanting him to penetrate me other places. I caressed his tongue with my own, hardly conscious that my hands were now wrapped around his rod, stroking him. 

Finally, he broke the kiss with a gut-wrenching moan, and he stopped my hands. I stared at him wide-eyed, and then I said, "I really am a whore."

He said, "I don't kiss whores."

I lowered my eyes, feeling humiliated. Then I felt his lips graze mine, and I looked up in surprise. 

He leaned close to my ear, and his breath came in warm gusts. "Let me show you what a goddess you are and what a whore you are not," he whispered. "Trust me."

I stared into his eyes for several heartbeats, terror pounding through my veins. He was going to show me something, something I wasn't sure I was ready to understand. I felt a mad desire to jump out of the shower and run to Coach Marshal, who at least understood that I was repulsive and not a goddess. I buried the fear and the impending revelation, going up on my tiptoes to kiss Mr. Ash softly and gently. It was a kiss that said goodbye, and I didn't want it to end. Tears fell in a silent mist down my cheeks as I pressed myself against his warmth, deathly afraid it would vanish when I let go.

But I let go. Then I said, "I'm not ready for my life to change." I turned off the water, feeling my hope shrink to the same trickle as the spray from the showerhead, and then I stepped out of the shower.



Sweltings Academy Ch. 15



***Harmony***


I stood outside Mr. Ash's door for half a moment. I resisted the impulse to collapse in a pile of misery on the floor in the hall. The only thing that stopped me from doing it was knowing that Coach Marshal could find me there. Unsuccessfully fighting sobs, I staggered blindly down the deserted halls of the school. 

Mr. Ash had failed me. I knew what he was saying, that I wasn't wrong, but everything about me felt wrong. If he really knew what I had done... if Ty really knew what I had done, they would never forgive me. I wasn't sure I could forgive myself.

The night air drew me outside, and its coldness seemed crisp and clean. I took deep breaths, and as the tears on my face began to cool, some of the stress dissipated. I let go of everything and just let the air flow through me.

The air was mingled with a sense of Ty's presence, and gradually I realized that it was because he was standing in the shadows. The expression on his face was impossible to read. It was a waiting expression, like he wasn't sure who I was or what I wanted. I wanted to be near him. I just wanted his arms around me. It was the simplest feeling I could remember having in months. Without thinking, I went to him. His eyes were hesitant, but he drew me into a hug.

The familiar feeling of surrender washed over me, and I relaxed. And the I remembered. I stiffened in his arms. "Oh God, Ty... I don't deserve this. If you knew what I've done..."

He stroked the small of my back, but he didn't release me. I didn't have the strength to pull away. Not yet. Finally, he murmured, "Why don't you leave this place?"

I blinked. "I don't know." 

"Harmony, you shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have to let him touch you. I know you don't want him to."

He tilted my chin up so he could look into my eyes when I didn't answer. Then he said, "Why did you leave with him tonight? There's no curfew, is there?"

The intensity of his eyes made it difficult to think. "I'm not sure if there's a curfew. I was afraid. That's why I left."

"What were you afraid of?"

I thought for a moment. At the time, I had made a split decision to avoid making a scene, but there was something else to it. To buy time, I stroked his cheek with my thumb and watched his eyes flutter closed. Then I realized what it was. "It was because I didn't want him to hurt you."

He laughed, an echo of his warmest laugh, but it was softened by the same emotion that was in his lidded eyes. "You do realize that I work out, right? And, seriously, he doesn't."

"I know. But there are other ways he could hurt you. Things he could tell you. Things I've done that I wish I could take back. Things that I would never do again if I could choose again. Things that would hurt you."

He blinked in surprise. Gently, he put his hand over mine and pressed his lips to my palm. "You care that much about me?"

Panic. Still more panic. Was this where I was supposed to pretend that I was uninterested so that he wouldn't think I was too easily attainable? If he didn't think that already, how unobservant was he? But this was different. This was about emotions, not sex. What if he didn't really care? 

I wished desperately that I could make a quip to dissipate the tension in the air, anything to keep him from knowing how much he really meant to me. But I finally decided on the truth. "Yes."

He kissed me with a soul-deep kiss. I melted into him as he moved his lips on mine. The cold, firm bark of the tree behind me raised goosebumps on my skin. It was a healing kiss, one that brought the happiness and order I had buried to the surface. When he pulled back to look at me, I felt like myself, more myself than I had ever been in my life.

And I knew what I wanted, so I could let go of the past and stop punishing myself.

"Whatever you did," he said, "I can't promise it won't make me mad, but I don't want to lose you." He looked at me through troubled eyes. "Do you want me?" Then he blushed. "I mean, not in a sexual way. Unless you do."

I knew the look on my face must have been one of those cheesy, glowy looks people in love have, and I giggled. "I want you. I want you in every way." Then something occurred to me, and I blurted it out. "I want you more than I want anyone else." Even Mr. Ash. This was a crazy night.

He nodded, the look on his face becoming grim. "Then I am going to end that son of a bitch who treats you like trash. If I ever see him lay a finger on you again, he won't be able to blink without hurting."

Part of me wanted to let him fight my battle for me. It was the same impulse that had driven me to ask Mr. Ash to punish me. But the truth was, this was something I had to do myself. Coach Marshal had nearly destroyed me. I deserved to be the one who brought him down. 

I kissed Ty gently. "You are incredibly sexy when you're protective."

The warmth of his smile lit up the night. "Yeah, I figured I would be. But I'm not bluffing."

"I know. But I've got an idea that might not get you landed in jail for assaulting a teacher."

***Coach Marshal***

There is nothing better than waking up to the warm wetness of a girl's mouth on my dick. At first I thought I was just dreaming about Harmony and the events of last night, but it wasn't long before I realized that I was experiencing the real deal. A warm body was between my legs, and a tongue was teasing my rapidly hardening rod. 

I reached down to pat her head. "That's right," I said. "I knew you'd be back for more." Her sucking intensified, and I grunted. It wasn't just any girl who was this obsessed with cock. It had to be Harmony. 

My alarm went off, and I slapped lazily at it. 5:30 AM. I had just enough time to fuck this girl unconscious before I had to keep Saturday detention. Then I could come back for more. 

"You're not going anywhere today," I crooned as she continued her ministrations. "You're such a good little cocksucker, and when you get done, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk for the rest of the day."

A muffled moan escaped her, and a thrill went through me. I thought for the millionth time how hot it was that she got turned on by being treated like a slut.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that," I said. "Now get your mouth off my dick and spread your legs for me, whore."

Her voice was breathy and it came right next to my ear. "Let me be on top for a while," she said. "You go so deep inside me when I'm on top of you."

In the room's pitch blackness, I couldn't see her at all. I could smell her sweet scent and the feel the impression of her hair. Then she straddled me, her warm wetness tantalizingly close to my straining cock. It was like being seduced by a succubus and nothing but the cloaking blackness could have convinced me to let her take control. I reached up and instinctively found her dangling tits, which caused her to impale herself on my cock. Her tight, wet sheath around me was exquisite, and I found myself bucking against her writhing hips.

She was moaning and gasping, saying things that made me push harder against her. "God," she whimpered, "I don't know how you do this to me. It feels so good to be your slut. I wanted your cock so much that I had to take it right now. I couldn't wait any more."

I gave her tit a particularly hard twist, and she screamed my name as she orgasmed unexpectedly early. "That's right, whore," I growled as I continued to grind into her throbbing pussy. "I knew you couldn't get enough of me. You're cumming like a whore, and I'm going to use you like my slave. Whenever I want you, you're going to give me whatever I want."

"Yes," she gasped. "God, anything you say."

"Good," I grunted with one particularly hard thrust. Then I stopped. "Get the fuck off me," I said as I rolled her beneath me. I was enjoying this immensely and could have gone on for hours letting her degrade herself, but the clock was ticking. 

Call me old-fashioned, but I really enjoy the missionary position. I get to plow in again and again, and every time I get to see the look on her face and the way her whole body shakes from the force of my thrusts. Except of course in this case where I couldn't see. 

"Now, whore, your job is to be completely quiet while I fuck you until I get tired of it, okay? Think of it as training for later when I'm going to do you in more public places."

She whimpered, a whimper that meant she enjoyed it.

"Good girl," I said. "You're such a good little whore."

She thought I was going to fuck her. Instead, I reached between her legs and began massaging her clit with my thumb. A sharp intake of breath and a sudden clenching of her legs told me that she liked it. I buried two fingers in her cunt, and she bucked her hips forward. I could feel the muscles of her pussy tighten around my fingers, greedy for the stimulation I was giving her. I began to work my fingers in and out of her, my heartbeat increasing with the intensity of her thrashing on the bed. I added a third finger and she began panting in a fiercely erotic way. When I finally took my fingers out of her, I had worked up to a speed and roughness I rarely reach. Then I put her legs over my shoulders and started ramming into her as hard as I could. 

She started whimpering and moaning softly, and I found myself grunting in time with my thrusts, "Bad girl. You can't be quiet. You like it too much. I'll just have to fuck you harder." The slap of my skin against hers was louder than her voice, but I knew calling her out on her disobedience was necessary, and her body tightened in response.

Then I pushed a pillow under her ass, and the new angle had her deliriously and constantly gasping, "Fuck yes" over and over again.

Then her whole body tightened, and moments later, she relaxed. I thrust into her spent body twice more before blowing my load into her slippery cunt. 

She was breathing in soft, even breaths, and I murmured in her ear, "You were such a good little slut that I'm going to excuse you from class today. Just stay here for when I get back. I have more plans for you."

"Yes, sir," she said. "I'll be right here thinking about what you're going to do to me."

In twenty minutes, I walked into detention. My heart stopped beating and my mouth went dry. There, in her usual seat, was Harmony Adair, staring hollowly at me. With a gulp, I realized who was missing from detention because she was in my bed--Aubrey Fenton.