3 comments/ 24230 views/ 44 favorites The Aphrodite Wendslydale School for Girls Ch. 01 By: Olddirtyman Chapter 1: Invitation Alan Sloan had a number of questions about the new job he had been offered, not the least of which being how his prospective employers had known about him in the first place. One Saturday afternoon he received a letter offering him a teaching position at what the letter claimed was a very exclusive private girl's school in central Wisconsin, the Aphrodite Wendsleydale School for Girls. The letter had promised a salary well beyond anything he could ever have imagined and a benefit package that would have made any official at the Teacher's Union cross-eyed with joy. They offered health insurance, housing, a profit sharing plan, a very sound seeming pension plan, and a dozen other things. That particular paragraph in the letter had ended with the cryptic phrase, "plus other perks and benefits". At first he thought that it might be some sort of scam. But, the more he read the more he liked it. It was certainly an improvement over the job he had had for the past three years. He had been hired by an education company near Milwaukee which, he later found out, had been hurriedly slap-dashed together exclusively for the purpose of taking advantage of Wisconsin's charter school program. He spent most of his time preparing his students to take standardized tests. He found it frustrating because it seemed to him that all they were likely to learn was how to take the tests. Further, how well or poorly they did would reflect on his ability to stay employed. The company evaluated his ability as a teacher entirely based on the test results. The hours were long, the workload was mountainous, and the pay was wretched. He had stayed at the job simply because it was a marginal improvement over being out of work altogether. He had only taken it in the first place because his unemployment benefits were about to run out and the rent had been due. He had taught for several years before that at the local highschool. There had been massive budget cuts in the school district. He had been laid off with no realistic possibility of being rehired. His current job only had two benefits. One was a nearly useless health insurance policy for which he had to pay the lion's share of the premium. The other was a co-worker, Katy Zinful. Katy had blonde hair, a trim body, big tits, a nearly inexhaustible libido, and a seemingly limitless sexual imagination. They had become "friends with benefits" largely as a matter of mutual stress relief. The only thing that bothered him a little about the letter offering a better job was that it demanded that he not mention the offer to anyone. It said, "If it is found that you have mentioned the Aphrodite Wendsleydale School for Girls to anyone not representing the school in any manner at any time for any reason the offer will be immediately withdrawn." That bothered him, but not so much that he didn't want to find out more. There was a phone number and an e-mail address on the letter head. He figured that he had nothing to lose, so he sent them an e-mail. Within an hour of having sent the message Alan got a phone call from the school. "May I speak with Mr. Alan Sloan, please?" said a deep somewhat gravelly voice on the phone before Alan even got a chance to say, "Hello." "Speaking," said Alan. "My name," said the voice, "is Wilton Hargrane. I'm the Dean of Students at the Aphrodite Wendsleydale School for Girls. I take it that you received our letter." "Just this afternoon," said Alan, "Yes." "Excellent! Excellent!" said Mr. Hargrane, "Such a prompt response speaks well of you. It confirms that we've made the right choice." "Speaking of which, sir," said Alan, "I'm a bit curious about how you came to choose me in the first place." "That's rather a long explanation. But, first I'd like to ask to stop addressing me as 'sir'. While we insist on strict formality between students and teachers, we've found that the faculty and staff have to work sufficiently closely together that the formalities are more of a burden than an aid. So, please, call me Wilton." "Can do," said Alan, "Friends and co-workers tend to call me Al or Alan, depending on how well they know me. So, take your pick." "For the moment," said Wilton, "Alan will do quite nicely, if you don't mind." "That's cool," said Alan offhandedly. "As to your question, we do a good deal of research when recruiting for faculty. We do so slowly and painstakingly. We can take our time with it due to the fact that we almost never have a vacancy in the staff. When people come to work with us they tend to stay here for the balance of their careers," Wilton explained proudly. "So, you're recruiting me because someone is retiring?" Alan asked. "Precisely," said Wilton, "Very perceptive. I'm certain that it's part of what makes you such a good teacher." "I do the best I can," said Alan. "You sell yourself short," said Wilton, "If I'm not mistaken you taught for several years at a public highschool. Is that correct?" "Yes," said Alan. Alan heard a sound like someone shuffling papers after which Wilton said, "Ah, yes. Here it is. You taught history and were quite successful at it. Most of your students went on to some sort of higher education. Most of those are holding skilled, productive, well-paying jobs. Some took to the subject matter so well that five of your former students are working to maintain and codify one archive or another at the Library of Congress. One, and I confess to being absolutely flabbergasted by this, is now the youngest Adjunct Professor of History in the university system in the State of Kansas." "Carly Starker," said Alan happily, "I'm very proud of her." "And well you should be," said Wilton, "not to say of yourself as well. There were other criteria, but I'm not at liberty to discuss those over the phone. That's largely for the same reasons that we insist that you keep our offer strictly confidential." "I was kind of wondering about that," said Alan. "Well," said Wilton, "I can't explain most of it over the phone, but if you accept our offer you will understand almost immediately. I can, however, give you a rough idea of what we're about. Are you familiar with the mass media term 'The One Percent'?" "Yes," Alan answered, "That refers to those in the highest income brackets, the wealthy elite, those at the top of the economic food chain." "Well said," Wilton responded, "I particularly like the 'food chain' metaphor. I shall have to remember that one. Anyway," he continued, "we are an extremely exclusive institution of learning. It can reasonably be said that we cater to one percent of the One Percent." "So, I guess the secrecy is to keep out the riff-raff?" Alan asked. "Well, in part certainly," the exclusive school's Dean of Students responded guardedly, "As I said, you will understand completely if you decide to accept our offer. Now that I'm thinking about it this needs to be said out loud just once. If, at any time, we find that you have mentioned this to anyone for any reason the offer will be immediately withdrawn. Do you understand?" "Completely," Alan said, "Yes." "Good," said the Dean enthusiastically, "Good. Now that we have that out of the way, why don't we try approaching this differently. Could you possibly come up to visit the school sometime in the next week?" "The only days I would have would be tomorrow or next Saturday," Alan responded. "Couldn't you come up at some point during the week? It would be much easier to give you an overview of what we do if you can sit in on a few of our classes. Could you possibly take a personal day and come up?" Wilton inquired. "They don't give us any personal days," Alan said flatly. Wilton shouted incredulously, "None? That is absolutely wrong in every important manner. It is a horrid way to treat employees." "I agree," said Alan, "But, there's nothing I can do about it." "Could you possibly call in sick to come up?" the school official asked. "I'd rather not," said Alan. "Might one ask why?" Wilton said. "There are two reasons," the struggling teacher answered, "The first is that I only get three sick days in any given school year, so I kind of need to save them." "Oh, that's just unconscionable!" Wilton roared, "The more I hear about these people the less I like them, and I wasn't exactly mad about them at the start." "You and me both," said Alan, smiling ruefully. "You said that there were two reasons," Wilton said, "What was the other one?" "That one is more important and goes a lot deeper," Alan responded, "I realize that I'm basically spinning my wheels here. The only thing that I seem to be allowed to teach these kids is how to take tests. If I can, at least, manage to teach them to take the tests honestly then maybe the whole thing won't wind up having been a complete waste of my time and theirs. To do that, I have to set an example. Calling in sick when I'm not doesn't exactly fit into that lesson plan." "Well, it's unlikely that they would ever know that you weren't sick," said Wilton. "True," said Alan, "But, I would. I can't demand honesty from them if I'm not being honest myself. There are people who can do that, but I'm not one of them. If that screws up the deal so be it. I have a larger responsibility to those kids." There was a long silence at the end of which the dean said, "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that." "Really?" Alan asked. "Yes," said Wilton with hearty enthusiasm, "That's precisely the sort of caring integrity that we want here at the Aphrodite School!" He drew a deep breath and continued, "I'm afraid that tomorrow won't work, though. We have a number of activities already planned for the young ladies which will keep the faculty and a good many other staff member so busy that we wouldn't be able to give you a fair shake. So, let us target Saturday, shall we?" "I'll be there," said Alan with relief. "One o'clock?" "One o'clock is fine." "Good! On Friday I shall e-mail you a map and detailed directions so that you can find us." "Thank you," said Alan. "One more thing," said Wilton, "If, by chance you find yourself at liberty during the week, please, don't hesitate to call us. We'll get you up here straight away. Fair enough?" "Fair enough," said Alan, "I doubt anything like that will happen, though." "One never knows," said the private school official cryptically, "The future is, after all, one of life's more delightful mysteries." Alan had no idea how to respond to that, so he didn't. "Well then" Wilton concluded, "I'll look forward to meeting you face to face on Saturday. Goodbye." "Goodbye," Alan said. He hung up feeling like he had just been part of the strangest phone call anyone could possibly have imagined. Even if he decided not to take the job he knew that he had to visit the school. His curiosity had kicked into overdrive. He had to find out what was going on and what the school was all about. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Alan glanced at his watch. "Crap!" he thought, "I lost track of the time. That's Katy!" His stacked colleague came over at about this time every Saturday afternoon. Although they would plan elaborate outings to museums, parks, or just try for a quiet meal out somewhere, what they usually wound up doing is spending Saturday afternoon and most of the night in Alan's bed. He was about to go answer the door when he thought better of it. He reached for the letter from the Aphrodite School and shoved it into a desk drawer. Then he turned to his computer, signed out of his e-mail box, and closed the web browser. It wouldn't be good for Katy to accidentally find out about the job offer and maybe screw up the whole deal before he even got a chance to go up there to get some serious questions answered. As he hid the evidence of his good fortune, Katy's knocking became more insistent and she started calling out his name. "I'm coming!" he called back. When he opened the door her realized that Katy had no intention of going anywhere that day. She was wearing sandals, yoga pants that showed off her sexy hips, thick thighs and round ass, and a halter top that was one, if not two, sizes too small to contain or restrain her massive, jiggling tit flesh. Katy was always doing surprising things when it came to sex. She had a gift for finding sexual positions that had probably never been imagined even in the Kama Sutra. She was also given to role playing games. She might show up on his doorstep dressed as a schoolgirl, a sexy parody of an office secretary, or even a nun. Alan always knew that some sort of game was up if she arrived wearing anything besides a baggy sweatshirt and jeans. "What took you so long?" she pouted. "I had to finish up a couple of things," Alan said. "Well, finish this," she said as she threw herself at him and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Alan was about to ask why she was so eager but she cut him off before he could speak. "Don't say anything," she said urgently, "Don't do anything except fuck me! I want you to fuck me until I'm bowlegged, blind, and brainless! I want you to fuck my mouth, my tits, and my ass! I want you to fill my pussy so full of cum that I'll walk out of here looking bloated." "Bad week?" Alan asked with a grin. "Don't ask! Just fuck!" she shouted. With that she kicked the door closed and frantically began to shed her clothing. She nearly jumped out of her sandals then turned her back to Alan as she shimmied out of her yoga pants. She hadn't bothered to put on panties, so Alan was immediately treated to the sight of her naked butt. He watched with hypnotic fascination as the fleshy cheeks of her ass jiggled and bounced with her motions. When she got the pants all the way down to her ankles she turned her head to Alan and asked, "See anything you like?" "I see everything I like," Alan said with a horny leer. "Everything?" she said coyly as she stepped out of the pants. She stood up, turned around to face him, and said, "What about," she yanked her halter top off, "these?" Her huge tits rippled, quivered, and bobbed with the sudden motion. "Especially those," he growled as he grasped a massive boob in each hand. He squeezed her tits together until the nipples were touching each other then began chewing and sucking them. Katy squeaked as a small orgasm hit her. She had never cum just from breast stimulation before. On the other hand, she had never been this damned horny before. Alan wasn't sure exactly what this game was, but he liked it. Katy was rarely this forward, and had never used words like "tits", "pussy", or "fuck". He decided to screw trying to figure out the game and just screw Katy instead. He let himself get lost in her tit flesh. As he mauled and sucked her mountainous breasts his cock had become a steel bar in his pants. He was so hard that it almost hurt. He didn't know why his curvy colleague was so desperate for a dicking and he didn't much care. He was going to fuck her five ways from Sunday. If she wanted him in every hole she was going to get him. "That's so good," she moaned, "But, I need your cock. Please, give me your cock!" Alan let go of her boobs and asked in an almost sinister tone, "You want my cock?" "Yes," she whimpered. "Are you sure?" he teased. "More sure than I've ever been of anything," she answered through ragged breathing. Alan started to unfasten his belt. "No!" she screamed, "Let me!" She dropped to her knees to frantically get her man out of his trousers. She was so crazy with need that she was having trouble making her finger work. She whimpered with frustration. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. One of the reasons she always looked forward to her Saturday afternoons with Alan was that he was such a tender and considerate lover. They would talk for a while, kiss for a while, and then ease into the sex act. They would perform oral sex with each other until they were certain that she was ready for vaginal penetration. Finally, Alan would move his penis in and out of her until she achieved orgasm. He would then ejaculate inside her. Then they would rest for bit before beginning again. Even when they were engaged in one of her imaginative dress-up games, sex with Alan was always a civilized act. But, this time she didn't want to have sex. She didn't want to make love. She wanted to be fucked! Wait! No! That wasn't exactly it either. She wanted to be fucked Alan's way, in whatever way he demanded. She wanted him to order her to her knees, on her back, or into whatever position he wanted. She wanted to be completely compliant and obedient to his every sexual whim. The right words finally hit her. She wanted to be his sex slave, his big boobed fuck toy. The thought scared the hell out of her and made her empty cunt even more desperately needy at the same time. She had no idea how she could tell him. Her only hope was the uncanny ability he seemed to have for figuring it out on his own. Whenever they played one of her games he somehow instinctively knew what role he was supposed to play. He always knew precisely the right words to say in the context to get the maximum erotic response from her. It wasn't like he was reading her mind. It more like he could intuit her deepest desires, sometimes things that she didn't want to admit to herself, and bring them to orgasmic fruition. When she finally got his trousers to his knees she plunged her mouth down his cock until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She had never gotten all twelve inches of his cock into her mouth before. She had another small orgasm as it filled her throat. Alan didn't know what had come over his buxom friend and he no longer cared. She was devouring his pole like it was her last meal. Her tongue darted and weaved around his hard pussy-prod as she sucked him. This was more than just a blowjob. It felt like she was trying to suck his balls out through the head of his cock. He wasn't going to argue. If she wanted to be a shameless cock-hound he was going to give her all the cock she could handle and then some. A thought occurred to him that had never been there before. This was the way things should be. Katy was in her proper place, on her knees worshiping stiff meat. Somehow he knew that she had come to the same conclusion. He grabbed the back of her head and began brutally fucking her face. Katy had a short climax with each thrust as she tightly clutched one of her tits while fingering her pussy. "Suck my cock, you big-titted cunt!" he shouted as he rammed her throat, "Swallow my meat, then swallow my jizz!" She moaned around his prong as he said it. "This is what you're for!" he bellowed, "This is why you exist! Worship my dick!" The more savage and abusive Alan became the more Katy loved it. She knew he was right. She was made for this. She had one job and she was doing it. She was Alan's cumbucket. The very thought sent her into a euphoria she had never experienced. She couldn't wait to find out how else this god-like brute would use her. "I'm cumming!" he yelled, "Swallow every fucking drop, slut!" He shot huge volleys of his ball juice directly into her throat as she struggled to swallow it all. Alan's ball juice hosing directly into her throat triggered the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. She shuddered, trembled, gasped, and moaned is it washed over her. The climax so shook and rattled he body that she lost her sense of balance and fell flat on her back. When her mouth slid off of his dick, Alan just moved forward little to continue shooting his ball batter all over her face and tits. When he had finally emptied his nuts he stepped back and bellowed, "Look at the mess you've made! Clean it up and then get your skanky ass into my bed where you belong, slut!" The Aphrodite Wendslydale School for Girls Ch. 01 "Yes, sir," Katy murmured dreamily. The Aphrodite Wendslydale School for Girls Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Meanwhile, Back At the School... As Wilton Hargrane, the Dean of Students at the Aphrodite Wendslydale School for Girls, pressed the button to terminate his phone call to Alan Sloan he returned his attention to the meeting with the school's Chief Conditioning Consultant, Dr. Amos Memser and the school's Headmistress, Olivia DeMonde. He had placed the entire conversation on speaker so that the other two could hear it. "I think that went well," Wilton said smugly. He looked down over his rotund belly to the petite brunette head bobbing up and down in his lap. "Helena," he said, "that will be all for now. We can finish this later. You should return to your work." "Yes, sir," Helena said obediently. She lovingly place her employer's dick back into his shorts and trousers, zipped him, placed a large, sloppy kiss on the still stiff bulge, stood, straightened her blouse back over her massive bazooms, and left. "It's deucedly unfair of you to be getting serviced while we're sitting here without, old boy," said the gaunt faced, middle-aged physician. "Yes," said Olivia, "You're the only man I've ever met who needs to be fellated to make phone call." "It helps me to focus on the task at hand," the dean said defensively. "Speaking of which," he continued, changing the subject, "I believe that we have everything in place to welcome Alan Sloan into our little circle." "Do you think it wise," the doctor asked, "to wait until Saturday for him to come up here? A lot can happen in a week." "I have no intention of waiting until Saturday, Amos," Wilton answered. Amos looked at him quizzically. Wilton turned to Olivia and asked, "Have the wheels been set in motion to get our new instructor up here by Monday afternoon?" "Yes," said Olivia, her full, inviting lips curled into an almost sinister smile, "and it was a good deal easier than our team thought it would be." "How so?" Wilton asked. "It turns out that the principal of the school which employs Sloan, a fellow named" Olivia paused, "Damn! What is his name?" She opened the black, leather folder she was holding and thumbed through the papers in it for a moment or two. Pulling a sheet triumphantly from the folder she said, "Here it is!" Reading from the paper she continued, "His name is Arnold Nittling. This time around we didn't need to plant or fabricate anything. It turns out that Mr. Nittling was actually embezzling from the company," Olivia said as she carefully returned the paper to its proper place in the folder. The dean and the doctor laughed heartily at the news. "I love those rare moments when a plan executes itself," said Wilton. "Skimming off the top, was he?" said Amos. "I don't think that I would use the word 'skimming' in this case," Olivia opined. "Oh?" Wilton asked. "No," said Olivia, "He had his hand in the till up to his shoulder. All we had to do was gather the evidence. We gave it, first, to the authorities. Then we leaked key bits of it to the media. The following day we gave a small portion of it to some of the upper executives in the education company that owns the school." "It sounds like you went a little overboard with this one," said Amos. "Not at all," Olivia retorted, "We gave the evidence to the authorities, of course, to spark an investigation. We leaked it to the media to prevent any investigator who might have been too chummy with the company from covering the whole thing up. That also removed the cover up option from the company itself. We leaked information to the company largely as a matter of embarrassing them and keeping them off balance." "I stand corrected," said Amos respectfully. "Spoken like a gentleman, Amos," said Olivia. "If I may steer us back away from our digression," said Wilton, "Is everything in place to properly receive Sloan on Monday." "There's only one more thing, Wilton," Olivia said, "Did you want one of our girls to demonstrate our unique curriculum to Sloan, or were you going to let Helena have a go at him?" "No," said Wilton, "No. I definitely want him to experience one of our girls straight away. I'll leave that to your discretion. I'm certain that you will choose wisely and well." "Thank you, Wilton," said Olivia. She glanced at her watch and added "Gentlemen, if there's nothing else I have a class to teach in ten minutes and just enough time to get there." "Go," said Wilton, "The students, after all, must come first." Olivia stood up from her chair to leave. Olivia DeMonde was a strikingly beautiful and imposing woman. She stood six feet tall. When she wore he customary four inch heels she towered over most people. This was particularly helpful to her ability to maintain control, especially in situations with men. The soft, almost porcelain skin of her face featured high cheek bones, full, sensuous lips, a slightly patrician nose, a long graceful neck, and almond-shaped, hazel eyes. Her raven black hair tumbled down over strong, broad shoulders. Inside he severe business suit her massive breasts jiggled and bounced with her every movement as though they we struggling to break free of their confinement. Beneath those she had a narrow waist, and hips just wide enough to carry the promise of erotic delights beyond the imaginations of most men and many women. As she strode across Wilton's office to the door neither Wilton nor Amos could take their eyes off her. As she reached for the doorknob Wilton said, "One more thing, Olivia. Was your bonus delivered properly?" Olivia smiled and answered, "He was and he's perfect. Thank you, Wilton. That was very thoughtful." "If you find anything amiss let me know," said Wilton, "We can always make adjustments. We want you to be happy with him." "Thank you, Wilton, but he's exactly what I wanted," Olivia said. Then she left. "I take that you replaced her paramour?" said Amos with a wry smile. "Well, she rather wore out the last one, didn't she?" Wilton responded. "She seems to do that about every two years or so," said Amos. "They don't last long with that woman," said Wilton. Amos started to rise from his chair saying, "If there's nothing else, Wilton, there are other things that I need to get done." "Don't go anywhere just yet, Amos," Wilton said, "I haven't forgotten you. I have what I think is a very special treat for your bonus." "Really?" the doctor asked as he sat back down, now clearly intrigued. "Yes," said Wilton, "I do have one question first, though. Have you taken care of enhancing Sloan's regular Saturday afternoon activity?" "Yes," Amos answered, "But, I say that provisionally because we've never used the sonic mesmerical device through the phone lines in quite this manner before. We've only ever used it for intelligence gathering. This is the first time that we have tried to issue an actual post-hypnotic suggestion with it." "Fair enough," said Wilton, "We're breaking new ground here. But, as I understand it the margin for error is negligible." "Quite right," Amos responded, "There is virtually no reason that it shouldn't work swimmingly. I was merely pointing out that we won't know for an absolute certainty until Sloan gets here and we've had a chance to talk to him about it. By now, however, Miss Zinful should have arrived at Sloan's apartment insanely randy and totally submissive. Not to put too fine a point on it, Sloan should be fucking her slutty, little brains out as we speak." "Excellent! Excellent!" the Dean of Students exclaimed. "I was looking over our data on his sexual history and realized that he has never once been in a situation in which the woman was absolutely obedient. He needs to experience that sense of power at least once if he is to fully understand what we do here." "That makes perfect sense," Amos agreed. "Now," said Wilton with a big grin, "to your bonus." He pressed a button on his desk phone and said, "Helena, you may bring in Reiko now." Amos sat bolt upright in his chair and said enthusiastically, "Reiko?" "Yes, Reiko," said Wilton, "It's time for her quarterly evaluation anyway. So, I thought that you might like to do the honors." "Thank you, Wilton," said Amos, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart!" "In this case, Amos," Wilton said with a smirk, "I suspect that it's more likely from the bottom of your balls. But, you're welcome." Amos had had his eye on the tiny Japanese girl since she had fist come to the school. He knew that she was twenty-three years old, however, if one was to judge exclusively by her round, cherubic face one might mistakenly think that she was under aged. Her amazingly buxom body would then give lie to that, though. Her four foot seven inch frame supported wide, sensuous hips, a thin waist, and breasts that would have seemed excessively large even on a woman of Olivia's height. On Rieko they looked positively cartoonish, just the way Amos liked them. When Helena led the tiny girl into the office Amos was struck dumb by her beauty. His eyes were glued to the way her copious breast flesh freakishly stretched the top of her little sailor suit. She stepped forward and bowed low at the waist in front of the doctor. It caused her pendulous tits to sway hypnotically. When she again stood erect she kept her eyes lowered as she said softly, "May I serve you?" Amos nodded. The petite flower knelt before him worshipfully. She parted his thighs and began lightly caressing them from his knees to his crotch and back again. "I hope you do not mind my saying so, but, I know that you watch me," she said. Her voice was childlike and seemingly innocent, almost angelic. "You look at me when you think I am not looking," Reiko continued, "You cannot seem to take your eyes off the way my big breasts jiggle when I walk through the halls." She folded her hands in her lap as she rested her head on the doctor's thigh just below his rock hard bulge. "Sometimes," she continued, "when I know that you paying full attention to my body, I look to see what kind effect I am having." She turned her head so that she was staring directly at his cloth covered erection. "I see the long, hard impression it makes in your trousers." Amos couldn't believe what he was hearing. This sweet looking, cherub faced girl was talking about staring at his cock. "Sometimes," she purred, "I wonder what it would be like to hold it in my hands," she paused to take a deep breath, "or put it in my mouth." Amos was beside himself with lust. This was working out better than he could ever have possibly imagined. "May I touch it?" she asked. Amos nodded vigorously. She reached out with one delicate finger to lightly touch the head of the hard, hidden pole. She traced tiny circles around it for several minute before slowly, teasingly running her finger from the tip to the base and back again. On each down stroke she would add a finger until at long last her entire, petite hand gripped the doctor's pulsing rod. Amos was half out of his mind with the sensations her skilled hand was creating. It was at once excruciating and exquisite. He had never felt anything like it. This young lady had elevated the simple hand job to an art form. "It is very hard," Reiko said, "and very hot" She rested her hand in the middle of his hardon and gently squeezed it. "I can feel the heat through your trousers. It also feels very strong." Suddenly she withdrew her hand, sat bolt upright, looked him straight in the eye and said, "Please forgive me. I can no longer control myself. I must do this." She grasped the sides of the doctor's head and pulled him in for a deep, wet kiss. Her full lips were soft and pliant. Their tongues danced and weaved. Amos tried to imaging what her talented mouth would feel like on his cock. Amos threw his arms around her to hug her closer. Her huge breasts mashed against his stomach and his legs. The bulge of his erection was buried beneath her right tit. That pressure alone was making him hotter than he could ever remember being. He began to lightly hump the underside of the huge orb. The tiny Japanese darling pulled back from the kiss and said, "Now I do not feel so bad about having been so bold. You are as eager as I am. I am grateful." She placed her hand gently on his bulge and resumed stroking it. "May I see it?" she asked, "May I see you hard, strong cock?" Hearing the word "cock" come out of that sweet, little mouth almost made him cum in his pants right then and there. Amos nodded spiritedly. Meanwhile, Wilton and Helena were getting hotter by the second watching Amos getting so meticulously teased. "She's playing him like a violin," thought Wilton as he stroked his erection through his pants, "on that alone she should get a passing grade." He looked away from the Reiko's sexy seduction to watch his secretary standing by the door. She was glassy eyed, licking her lips and fondling one of her big jugs. When she glanced at Wilton he beckoned and pointed to his crotch. Helena crossed the room, swinging her hips invitingly as she went. He stood up as she dropped to her knees. Hurriedly Helena unfastened her boss's belt and pants and yanked them down. She plunged the hot, ten inch flesh pole down her throat and began furiously bobbing her head on it. They were both, by that time, desperate to finish what they had started earlier. While they were doing that Reiko had unfastened the doctor's pants and had pulled them down to his ankles. As she removed his shoes and socks so that she could take his pants off all the way, her eyes never left his throbbing hardness. She held his meaty pole gently in her hand and said, "It is more beautiful than I had imagined, and harder," as she began rubbing all over her face she added, "and hotter." Inside his head Amos was desperately chanting, "Please, don't let me cum yet. Please, don't let me cum yet." Reiko lovingly stroked him as she nuzzled his balls. "Even your scent is that of a powerful man," she murmured, "I am becoming intoxicated by it." Amos squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to think of something else, baseball stats, horror movies, cartoon characters, road accidents, anything to maintain control of himself. He opened his eyes, but all he saw was Wilton clutching Helena's huge tits as he manically fucked her mouth. That didn't help. Reiko continued stroking him as she lifted her nose from his nuts. Gazing intently into the doctor's eyes she said, "I can take no more. I must do something that may seem drastic, but I have no choice." She took a deep breath as though to gather her strength and asked plaintively, "May I suck it? May I suck your cock," she leaned forward to give him a soft peck on the lips, "please?" Hearing that kind of language coming out of that mouth was almost more than Amos could take. He desperately wanted to feel her soft lips on his skin covered bar of steel. But, still unable to find his voice, all he could do was nod so vigorously that he looked like one of those bobble-head dolls that people sell at sporting events and roadside tourist traps. "Thank you," Reiko squealed with glee. Reiko leaned down to place a wet, sloppy kiss on the head of his cock. Amos moaned and shuddered. Slowly, carefully the petite girl slid her lips down the shaft, licking and sucking as she went. Amos placed his hands on the back of her head and caressed her silky, black hair. When the tiny Japanese honey reached the bottom, with her nose buried in his pubic hair, she snaked her tongue out to lick her man's bloated, cum-filled gonads. Then Reiko started the journey back up his pole just as slowly, stroking the newly exposed portions with her dainty fingers. The sensations she was creating were miles beyond any fantasy Amos had ever had. It occurred to him that if he had a heart attack and died right then he wouldn't mind. It would be the way he would want to go. Her lips seemed to massage him as they moved up and down, while her tongue darted and danced over every surface of his prong. He had never felt anything like it. He thought that maybe nobody had felt anything like it. Reiko seemed to have created an entirely new approach to cock sucking. She wasn't just giving pleasure. She was making magic. After several minutes of her torturously languorous fellatio, Reiko suddenly lifted her mouth off of Amos. His dick slid out of her mouth with a loud slurping sound. Amos stared at her with an expression of near panic. He was close to insane with lust. Reiko bowed her head contritely saying, "I hope that you can forgive for stopping. But, I did not want you to finish yet." He tried to pull her head back down to his cock, but she wrestled free of his grasp and stood up. Poor Amos looked like he might cry at the separation. Reiko grabbed the bottom of the one piece sailor suit as she asked, "Do you not want to see the breasts you have been staring at and lusting over for so long?" She whipped the suit up over her head and threw it aside. She had worn nothing underneath. "Do you not want to cum between them?" she said with a smile as she lifted the massive orbs in offering. "Please," Amos whimpered, "Please." Reiko took a step toward him. He immediately reached out to, at long last, fondle Reiko's magnificent tits. They were surprisingly firm given their size. They were every bit as soft and beautiful as he had hoped. Reiko knelt again to give his dick one final, sloppy suck to make sure that it was good and slick. Then she buried his raging hardon in her cavernous cleavage. The world around Amos suddenly ceased to exist. There was nothing but the velvet pressure of Reiko's breasts on his rock hard prick, and the desperate pressure in his balls to empty themselves all over her angelic face and massive tits. Somewhere in the distance, almost as though from another universe, he heard what sounded like a guttural groan as Wilton shot his load into Helena's grasping throat. But, he wasn't sure. He was only sure that his cock was trapped between the most magnificent pair of tits he had ever seen. He held her massive flesh mountains in a vice-like grip as he began humping them as though he was possessed. His hips became a blur with the speed and fury of his motion. "Yes," Reiko murmured, "give me your essence. Cover my face and breasts with your seed. Drench me in your powerful, manly discharge." When his internal dam finally broke he let go with a savage, incoherent roar. He doused the young girl with spurt after spurt of his thick ball butter. It was on her cheeks and in her hair. It was forming a small lake in the deep valley between her giant mams. He felt like he couldn't stop cumming. Reiko leaned forward to sink her soft lips over the head of his cock to swallow the last five or six volleys he shot from his now shrinking nuts. When she was certain that she had sucked him dry she raised her head and started to scoop up dollops of his viscous discharge from her face and tits with her dainty fingers. She sucked each finger until they were wet only with her own saliva. She wanted to make sure that he saw her swallow every drop. As he slowly recovered his presence of mind and control of his body, Amos looked up at Wilton. The Dean of Student was seated in his office chair with Helena bouncing up and down in his lap while he roughly groped her huge funbags. "I take that you enjoyed that, Amos," he said with a smirk. "She's unbelievable," Amos wheezed. He looked back down at Reiko who was still cleaning herself. "You are incredible," he told her. "Now, be careful with her, Amos," Wilton warned, "She could be a very valuable young lady after she graduates. Remember the rules, no vaginal penetration. Her mouth, tits, and ass, however, are yours until noon tomorrow. Have fun." The Aphrodite Wendslydale School for Girls Ch. 02 Amos only half heard what had been said. His attention was riveted to watching Reiko continue to scoop up his cum from her awe-inspiring body. As she licked the last of his juice from her graceful hand she said, "Thank you, Dr. Memser. I am grateful. You even taste like a powerful man." Amos felt his cock twitch in response. At his age it was tantamount to a miracle for him to recover this quickly. This young lady was absolutely amazing!