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Total Woman Mentors 01

By: bhuff



Evelyn cuddled her nose in Mr. Walden's ear. She gently inscribed circles over the closed zipper of her visiting daddy's tuxedo pants. His bulge underneath was obvious and throbbing. Mr. Walden was not disinterested in his daughter's warm embrace but he was more interested in the forthcoming stage show that was about to begin. 

Total Woman Academy Father Daughter Senior Weekend's first evening was getting underway. The annual event was an exclusive venue. The daughters had acquired a superb education in exchange for the large pledge donations provided by their parents over the past few years.

Earlier, the formally dressed fathers were welcomed by an arrival cocktail party. Their daughters were wearing their most flattering fashions, albeit some rather fetish in nature. Each TWA senior academy student wore a numbered medallion on a satin choker that would become useful during the following phases of the festive weekend. This opening event was an opportunity for the fathers to circulate, fantasize and savor the select bounty of beauty soon to be accessible to them. Evelyn steered her father to clusters of guests and students where they idly chatted with her classmates.

After all the fathers had finally arrived, each was escorted by his daughter into the small theater where number-labeled lounge recliners were arrayed before the stage. Each pair took their assigned seat corresponding to the daughter's choker number. Most of the couples kicked the chairs back and cuddled together as they awaited the show.

"So, Daddy, which of my classmates is your favorite so far?" Evelyn held her motionless finger hard against her father's groin. She felt his cock pulse a heartbeat even through the layers of cloth.

"Well, I haven't picked a favorite. It doesn't matter what I like; the pairings are random."

"But there must be one you like better. How about Maureen, the redhead? You always like redheads. Is she the first one you want?" 

Brandi giggled as she swirled her finger again on Mr. Walden's pants covered erection.

"Maybe I would prefer to do you first, my dear. What do you think of that?"

"Sorry, Daddy, but that's not possible this weekend. What about Karina? Do you like her?"

Mr. Walden remembered being drawn to the sari wrapped Karina and her mesmerizing eyes. Karina was an outstanding specimen of her Hindu heritage. He felt his cock twitch at the off-chance of being paired with her. He spoke softly to his daughter.

"I don't want to risk disappointment by pre-choosing. The raffles will pair up whoever the fates decide should be together. Every one of your classmates is a knockout beauty and I know they are eager to show off their acquired abilities. I've got the whole weekend for comparisons. I'm not going to choose a favorite...yet."

"Okay, daddy, we'll see what destiny has in store for you."

The house lights dimmed and a spot light focused attention on the housemother, Mrs. Smith, as she took the stage.

"Welcome, fathers and daughters to the Total Woman Academy Father Daughter Senior Weekend. This weekend is a Transition Time for your daughters. During the last four years at our elite Academy, they have immersed themselves in our curriculum of intelligence, beauty and poise. They have refined those qualities through vigorous workouts and rigorous evaluation-assessments performed by our roster of expert coach-tutors. 

"But now, just weeks before graduation, the students hope to hone their skills through genuine life encounters replicating the real world. Those encounters are their final steps in the transition from Academy Students to Total Women. The students have been tittering for weeks about this opportunity to prove the value of your support and investment in their future.

"A full demonstration of their skills is best rendered without the inhibitions of assimilated familiarity. As such, we will periodically re-shuffle the father-daughter pairs. The abundant variations will help refresh the fathers' curious nature and maximize the daughters' receipt of frequent manly largesse.

Fathers will never be paired with their own daughter. However, you will soon discover that the Academy Seniors have been comparing notes. Those little complicities will enlightened their efforts to sustain sensual stimulation regardless of the random father-daughter pairings.

"When your number is called, please proceed onstage. From then on, the fathers are encouraged to share their expertise and experience the sensual proclivities instilled in our students. We hope each father departs Sunday night with a suitable appreciation of our students' exceptional charms. We will begin with Daughter No. 3. Please come forward, dear."

A blonde arose from her spot on a nearby recliner. She leaned in and pecked her prone daddy on the cheek and, with a smile and skip, jaunted towards the steps and mounted the stage. She was dressed in a long sleeve beach wrap with a hem well above the knees. Her toned thighs flashed as she pranced onstage in her heels. The light fabric bounced in time with the long wavy blonde hair teasing her butt and her generous breasts rippling under the cover.

Mrs. Smith took the young lady's hands to buzz her with bijou cheek kisses before turning her to face the rapt audience. Mrs. Smith retrieved a large fish bowl containing numbered disks and held it behind the blonde who reached back unseeing and selected one. With a bright smile, she held the disk high for all to see and called out: "No. 1."

Evelyn gasped and cheered. "Oh, Daddy! That's perfect! You get to go first!"

Evelyn gave a final rub to Mr. Walden's crotch and kissed his cheek. She pushed him up and out of the chair. He shuffled between the other recliners as the occupants applauded. Stepping on stage he was quietly greeted by the blonde.

"Hello, sir. My name is Brandi. This must be my lucky day. Evelyn has told me so much about you. I look forward to discovering whether what she told me is true."

Walden gave a small cough. "Well...I'll try not to disappoint. So...what's next?"

"Come sit center stage. We will act out a little skit for the audience before departing to our private 'get-to-know-you-better' time. Just follow my lead."

Brandi guided Mr. Walden to a straight wooden chair facing the audience. After he was seated, she placed the tassel to her beach wrap belt in his grasp. Brandi slowly pulled away and the belt slipped through its loops and fell from the garment. She pirouetted and the wrap flashed open momentarily to peek-a-boo her teal string bikini underneath. Walden heard approving growls from other fathers in the audience. Brandi also caught the sounds and, with a seductive grin in their direction, paused momentarily to pose for affect. Smiling broadly, she turned back and pranced in her heels to her newly selected patron.

Brandi recessed her hands up into the wrap's long sleeves and, turning backward, invited Mr. Walden to grip the cuffs. When she sensed his firm grasp, she slowly walked forward letting the wrap fall off her arms into Mr. Walden's hands. She stood front center stage and let the audience admire her bikini-clad body as she rotated to give a slow 360 view. Her legs were long, firm and tanned. Her abs and ass was toned and tight. Her sequined heels and matching dangling earrings glittered in the spotlight. Her generous breasts bulged beneath the cups of the undersized bikini top.

Mr. Walden liked this enhanced view. He felt a hard twitch in his groin and shuffled his feet trying to get some extra room for his constrained erection. Brandi noted the movement. She orbited the seated Mr. Walden, dragging her palm amorously around his neck and shoulders. Standing behind him, she reached around and undid his bowtie, pulling it out theatrically before unbuttoning his collar. She leaned in, squashing her boobs into the back of his neck and unzipped his crotch. That helped ease the pressure on his cock.

Standing again in front but facing away from the other fathers, she positioned her fine-looking ass astride Mr. Walden's lap and tilted back with her fingers interlocked behind his neck.

Brandi whispered "Undo the ties in the back of my bikini top, then pull it off towards you and toss it away. Make it look risqué, okay?" Mr. Walden dumbly nodded. He reached around and fumbled beneath her tresses for the neck tie. He pulled the knot and the strings parted. The back ties followed. He gripped the center strap between Brandi's tits and drew the fabric over his head, dropping it behind the chair.

Mr. Walden gawked at the magnificent sight! Her teardrop breasts were topped with large, smooth areolae, color contrasted by makeup. Her stage performance had aroused her and her nipples were molded into little erect cylinders. As Mr. Walden stared at the nubs, Brandi turned her head and twisted her torso towards the auditorium viewers. Her right boob rolled aside on her chest and presented a profile view to the audience. Enraptured by its beauty, Mr. Walden's hand rose autonomously and caressed, weighed and bounced her bulbous treasure. He pinched the point. He hefted the mass toward his face and puckered to kiss the attractive disk. Brandi used a gentle hand on his cheek to arrest Mr. Walden's bold move. She grinned at his macho treatment of her breast and addressed the audience with a half-giggle.

"I think it's time we leave and continue our 'get-acquainted' session in private." 

That said, she gave Mr. Walden a quick sugar-lip kiss and rose off his lap. Taking his hands, she helped him stand as she turned stage front. Now the captivated fathers got a gallant view of what had attracted Mr. Walden's tactile attention a moment before. Her boobs faintly jostled on the pivot. Another collective low growl arose from the crowd. Brandi took Mr. Walden's nearest arm in a grand two-armed boob-hug. They departed in step stage left. The pair drew up just out of sight off stage and turned to watch the follow on action.

Evelyn had discretely taken position at the base of the stage steps during her father's just concluded warm-up session. She now mounted the stage. Striding to the fishbowl, she dipped in and quickly retrieved a numbered disk, holding it high overhead for all to see.

"Number 6." she announced with a jolly air.

A cheer came from Lounge No. 6 as the father-daughter couple disentwined and the happy man rose to his feet. He caressed his daughter's cheek and whispered 'see you later, honey'.

Applause accompanied Mr. Rubin as he marched to the steps and mounted the stage. Evelyn met him near stage right and took his hands to draw him close for a hasty whispered one-on-one.

"Hello, sir, pleased to make your acquaintance...and undoubtedly much more soon to come. For now, we must give them a little tease before we depart. Let's keep it simple; just strip me naked piece by piece. Sound okay?"

"Sure thing, little lady!"

Evelyn led Mr. Rubin to center stage and stood in front of him facing the stage front. The auditorium was obscured by the glare of the spotlight. Mr. Rubin stared into the shadowy auditorium over top of Evelyn's dark pinned up coiffure. He was easily a head taller than the curvy female even though her feet were elevated on stiletto heels. Between hairdo and heels, Evelyn wore a navy bare shouldered evening gown with tight abdominal sheaf above which, for now, triangular panels hid the promising mounds on her chest. 

Waggling her hips to call for attention, Evelyn reached behind her neck and fiddled with the neck strap clasp. She feigned difficulty with the catch and looked back timidly at Mr. Rubin. He took over and after a moment held the separated twin tops above her shoulders. Evelyn smiled at the auditorium and shimmied her hidden shoulders and tits as the signal for Mr. Rubin to let go. The panels floated down and revealed Evelyn's bare breasts to the audience. A gasp of admiration filled the stage. Evelyn acknowledged the compliment with another shimmy. She took Mr. Rubin's hands and placed them on her boobs. She showed him how to cup, bounce, squeeze and fondle the fleshy globes in the style she thought the audience would favor. Mr. Rubin willingly obliged her wishes. The audience voiced their appreciation.

From stage left, Mr. Walden watched Mr. Rubin strip and fondle his daughter, Evelyn, onstage for an approving audience. Brandi rubbed his arm to get Mr. Walden's attention. She spoke softly to him as he continued to gawk.

"Don't worry. It looks like Evelyn is in good hands. Let's go out to the pool deck and continue our own rendezvous." She took his hand and pulled him gently towards the backstage exit. They stepped through onto the deserted night-lighted pool deck.

Brandi was already down to topless pool attire but Mr. Walden was still in his tuxedo. She disrobed Mr. Walden in detail. She laid the folded pieces on an umbrella topped table. She stooped to draw down his boxer shorts and was delighted to come face to face with Mr. Walden's large cock. It was exactly as Evelyn had described during the preceding weeks' paternal cross-briefings. 

Mr. Walden was now properly nude. Brandi continued her own preparations. She bent forward stiff kneed and removed her high heels, setting her suspended breasts shaking to Mr. Walden's delight and enjoyment. Standing barefoot, she locked his eyes with hers as she pulled the bottom bikini ties and let the scrap of cloth flop to the deck at her feet. She led him to the Jacuzzi hot-tub.

"Let's pick up where we left off."

Mr. Walden sat on the submerged bench and Brandi resumed her most recent onstage position astride his lap. She circled his neck with her arms as he palmed and kneaded her nipple adorned orbs. They resumed their sugar lip kissing and Mr. Walden stiffening cock tapped up against Brandi's groin in the swashing water. As Walden got harder the tapping evolved into a tenacious press. Brandi nudged her hips to settle the tumescent rod firmly between her lower lips. She wanted to demonstrate her ability to simultaneously engage both sets of her sensuous lips to stimulate her male partner. 

The paramours wriggled about, fondling groins, faces, arms, hands and chests in a cacophony of stimulating caresses. On one particularly erratic motion, Walden's erection slipped free and stood straight up between them. Both partners eagerly accepted the chance to escalate their lovemaking.

Ceasing all other actions, Brandi remained kiss-locked and neck-hugged as her hips rose and found Mr. Walden's tips with her sensitized nether lips. She lined up and pressed down, one smooth drop taking him all in, bumping her cervix and pubic bone at the same time. Their mutual loud moan faded into the each other's captured mouths. They tongue tagged with the sweetness of the moment.

Mr. Walden moved his hands to grip Brandi's ass cheeks and guided the cycles. She in turn aligned her nipples with his and crushed her boobs between them. The up and down rhythms rolled her tits about his chest as his engorged cockhead excited the full length of her tight spongy tube. The deep tingling in their genital nerves felt like a mild electric buzz.

With eyes squeezed tight, they concentrated on the intense tactile sensations. Their repeated moans mingled with the slosh of the warm water. Brandi's impeccable perfume surrounded them with a floral balminess. The world beyond the hot-tub disappeared with their total fixation on this act at this time in this place.

Mr. Walden could feel the blood pulsing in his temple as it rushed downward to his throbbing rigid shaft. Brandi felt a heat prickle dance from her toes, up her body to her head and pass back down to her cunt. Their corporeal tingling ripened even as they strove to prolong the onset of their onrushing orgasms. They alternately exuded louder and louder moans. 

Perceiving the imminent culmination of their labors, the pair amplified their final efforts. They were rewarded with intense orgasms that lit fireworks beneath their eyelids as they howled their satisfaction. Their strokes ceased as body vibrations locked them in a crushing grip of ecstasy and plunged them into twilight dream state. Even then, Brandi felt Mr. Walden's numerous bursts of semen blast the farthest depths of her womb. She exulted in the power to elicit such a forceful spermatic bombardment from her mate.

The foggy mental bliss slowly dissipated; reality relentlessly reentered the drained couple's little world. Mr. Walden stirred but still leaned back against the hottub edge. Brandi had become cognizant sooner. She waited dutifully for Mr. Walden to enjoy the full spell of his genital afterglow. His hands released her ass and moved to her breasts. She pulled back enough for him to thumb and twist her nipples. Despite her recent incredible orgasm, his tit twitching sent pulsations to her still hypersensitive clitoris and she was content to let him play.

As each regained their sense of place and time, they gingerly uncoupled. Mr. Walden was still quite hard. Brandi slowly pulled her warm pussy up his shaft. As the crown passed her nether lips, she hand cradled his shaft. She wanted nothing to cause him displeasure during final withdrawal. She carefully lowered the large organ to rest underwater between his thighs.

The night was young. Brandi exited the hottub and Mr. Walden followed. At the umbrella table, Mr. Walden's folded tuxedo had been replaced with fresh fluffy towels. Neither had noticed any staff wandering about. But then during their time in the hottub, they wouldn't have noticed an elephant wandering about. They dried each other and, slinging the towels over their shoulders, promenaded hand in hand to their guest suite for the rest of the night.

Mr. Walden awoke in the night with Brandi cuddled asleep against his side. His erection had returned. He gently caressed her arm splayed across his chest. She stirred awake and nuzzled her head deeper into his pillowing bicep. He took her hand and laid it on his fully engorged cock. She smiled and thumbed the underside of his crown.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"I want to feel your tits roll under my chest as my cock hammers your pussy. Just lay back and relax as much as you can. I'll ride your saddle and do most of the work on this one. Is that okay?"

"Of course, sir, whatever you desire."

Mr. Walden rolled her on her back and took a knee in each hand. As he rose over her, he lifted and separated her legs.

"Do you want me to help place you for insertion?" she asked.

"Yes, please do the honors."

Mr. Walden shifted his hands beside Brandi's shoulders and braced his upper body as he lowered his groin towards hers. Her delicate hand gave his shaft a slow stroke. She held the corona between thumb and index as she maneuvered his tip to her cunt entrance. Mr. Walden adjusted his body lower and implanted the crown to just inside her wet nether lips. He lowered his upper body until he was resting his full weight on Brandi's soft tit-mounded chest. He pushed his face into the space betwixt her tresses and her ear. Her perfume was still heavenly. His hands descended her body until he was cupping her toned ass cheeks. 

With an intake of breath, Mr. Walden forced his cock inside Brandi's tightness, making consecutive stutter thrusts to stimulate his corona as it journeyed to the bottom of her vagina. Half way, he heard several gasping moans from his mate and noted the position of her G spot. He would return there as often as possible during this session. A gentleman learns to share.

His cock tip bumped her cervix and his pubic bone banged against its counterpart. Mr. Walden returned his arms to beside Brandi's upper body and braced his elbows to carry his upper body weight. His hands were entombed beneath her back so he hugged her boobs tight into his chest. Preliminaries completed, he got down to business.


Total Woman Mentors 01



Mr. Walden started with long slow strokes of his cock along Brandi's warm juicy flesh tunnel. He felt every millisecond of the caresses to his sensitized cock nerves. At mid-depth he cycled his corona across her G spot. Brandi moaned affectionately and pecked an encouraging kisses on his earlobe. 

Mr. Walden increased the speed and shortened the length, always going deep but withdrawing at least enough to hit her G spot before reversing inward again. The sensations on his cock were delightful and Brandi's sensual moans and whispers were alluring and ego boosting. 

Mr. Walden was coming into his rise and his strokes got quicker and shorter. His breathing gusted. He felt the familiar tingling and went 'all-in' as he crossed the threshold. Mr. Walden arched his back and momentarily lost muscle control. He shuddered noisily and flooded her interior with cum. Brandi encircled her man in embracing arms and thighs as he collapsed his full weight on her body. 

Mr. Walden rested in Brandi's pelvic saddle; he let the post-orgasmic glow percolate through his veins and leisurely dwindle away. Brandi rubbed his back, shoulders and arms. She gleamed with satisfaction. Again she had confirmed her talent for driving her man through a real power-gasm.

Mr. Walden rolled over on his back beside her and fell into a fatigued sleep. Brandi watched his face to be sure he was resting peaceably. Then she let her own weariness drift her into slumber-land.

Light filled the room when Brandi awoke. Mr. Walden was mumbling in his sleep and his rapid eyelid flutters revealed he was dreaming. It must be a good dream because his lips were smirking and, on a glance, she saw his erection was back to full strength again. Her implicit reaction was to help his dream along. She quietly shifted her position to kneel between his spread legs.

Brandi leaned in and kissed the firm V beneath the cock crown. Mr. Walden mumbled in his dream state. She licked the upper half underside and lingered to flutter the cap slit with her tongue tip. Emboldened, she kissed the upper cap and slurped the knob past her lips before letting the newly moistened skin out again. She tentatively lapped the sides of the shaft. She continued to sweep her flat tongue from root to tip. Capturing the knob inside her lips again, she gently levered it up until it was standing tall. 

Brandi realized that Mr. Walden hadn't emitted a mumble for a while. She looked up. Mr. Walden's eyes were open and he was intently watching her service his cock. They locked eyes with his knob comfortably encased in her mouth. Neither one blinked or moved. Brandi finally broke gaze, adjusted her angle and pushed down. Mr. Walden's sizable erection packed her whole mouth but was still not yet entirely seated inside her warm cavity. 

Brandi swallowed once and pressed on, popping his large knob past her tonsils and into her throat. As her lips encircled the root of his cock, she swallowed again, rippling her gullet along his corona. That got a moan out of Mr. Walden. Brandi backed off to catch her breath. Bolstered with oxygen, she set a pace of strokes that brushed her tongue along his shaft, placed suction on the crown and darted his knob in and out of her throat. Occasionally she would peek at Mr. Walden's face, seeking his approval of her methods. Mr. Walden was grinning each time which she took as encouragement to continue.

By now, Mr. Walden's head was laid back with eyes closed and he was moaning every time his knob entered her throat. His breathing shortened to gusts and his moans got louder. Brandi took a deep breath and pushed him into her throat. She swallowed repeatedly and heard Mr. Walden cry out. She backed off as his spunk erupted in her mouth. The first two bursts filled her mouth cavity and she quickly swallowed between breaths before three more squirts poured forth to refill the evacuated space. She was preparing to swallow this second serving when a small final glob burped out his tip. She waited but no more came. Assuming that final sprit was the last of it, Brandi slid the goo down her throat. She carefully removed Mr. Walden's cock from her mouth and laid it gently on his groin. She licked her lips and smiled.

Mr. Walden smiled back. "Hope you're still hungry. I know I am. Let's go get a real breakfast." 

They donned light gym shorts and tee-shirts. Mr. Walden wore sandals; Brandi slipped into high heels. The pair strolled to the main dining room. Brandi's unfettered tits jiggled beneath the strained thin cotton as she strutted on her clacking heels. Mr. Walden copped a feel when they paused to open the dining room door. Upon entering, Mr. Walden saw that a few of the other father-daughter couples had arrived before them. All of the other female students were topless.

"It appears you are over-dressed, my dear."

Brandi quickly rectified her fashion faux-pas by gripping the hem of her tee-shirt and whipping it over her head. Her hair re-settled into a mussed up cascade of curls. Mr. Walden sighed as he watched her impromptu show. Brandi really was a splendid piece of feminine physique. But now he must relinquish her to the mid-morning raffle that reshuffled the partners.

Mr. Walden and Brandi moved toward a friendly cluster where a topless brunette and redhead held two gentlemen in cheery conversation. Their breasts jostled when they giggled. Mr. Walden started day-dreaming about which one might be his next pair-mate. He prayed that she would be enthusiastic and talented like Brandi. His cock twitched with impatient anticipation.



Total Woman Mentors 02



Evelyn had discretely taken position at the base of the stage steps during her father's just concluded warm-up session. She now mounted the stage. Striding to the fishbowl, she dipped in and quickly retrieved a numbered disk, holding it high overhead for all to see.

"Number 6." she announced with a jolly air.

A cheer came from Lounge No. 6 as the father-daughter couple disentwined and the happy man rose to his feet. He caressed his daughter's cheek and whispered 'see you later, honey'.

Applause accompanied Mr. Rubin as he marched to the steps and mounted the stage. Evelyn met him near stage right and took his hands to draw him close for a hasty whispered one-on-one.

"Hello, sir, pleased to make your acquaintance...and undoubtedly much more soon to come. For now, we must give them a little tease before we depart. Let's keep it simple; just strip me naked piece by piece. Sound okay?"

"Sure thing, little lady!"

Evelyn led Mr. Rubin to center stage and stood in front of him facing the stage front. The auditorium was obscured by the glare of the spotlight. Mr. Rubin stared into the shadowy auditorium over top of Evelyn's dark pinned up coiffure.  He was easily a head taller than the curvy female even though her feet were elevated on stiletto heels. Between hairdo and heels, Evelyn wore a navy bare shouldered evening gown with tight abdominal sheaf above which, for now, triangular panels hid the promising mounds on her chest. 

Waggling her hips to call for attention, Evelyn reached behind her neck and fiddled with the neck strap clasp. She feigned difficulty with the catch and looked back timidly at Mr. Rubin. He took over and after a moment held the separated twin tops above her shoulders. Evelyn smiled at the auditorium and shimmied her hidden shoulders and tits as the signal for Mr. Rubin to let go. The panels floated down and revealed Evelyn's bare breasts to the audience. A gasp of admiration filled the stage. Evelyn acknowledged the compliment with another shimmy. She took Mr. Rubin's hands and placed them on her boobs. She showed him how to cup, bounce, squeeze and fondle the fleshy globes in the style she thought the audience would favor. Mr. Rubin willingly obliged her wishes. The audience voiced their appreciation.

Encouraged, Evelyn let Mr. Rubin keep working as she reached behind her back and unclasped the gown's waist band catches. The puckered abdominal sheathe opened outward and Evelyn folded the fabric down over her hips. She pushed down and the dress fell to the floor. She stood topless in thong panties, thigh banding stay up hose and her heels. Mr. Rubin never missed a beat in his fondling of Evelyn's breasts.

Taking his hands in hers, Evelyn turned Mr. Rubin sideways to the audience and whispered for him to squat down. Evelyn stood hand on hips, her boobs mounted high and forward on her chest in profile to the audience.  Mr. Rubin looked up as she rested her heel on his horizontal thigh.  Mr. Rubin worked the buckles and straps and removed her fashionable footwear, setting it aside. He returned to graze his hands lovingly over her nylon clad toes and ankles. Evelyn switched feet and Mr. Rubin repeated the procedure with equal care. When finished, Evelyn winked and whispered 'the hose'.

Mr. Rubin smoothed his hands over Evelyn's shins and calves. He brushed his palms past her knees and finger walked to the top band of the nylon stockings. He admired the cameltoe displayed in the tight thong and looked forward to exploring there later in private. His fingers poked between the stocking band and the creamy warmth of her inner thighs. He imagined that soft flesh clamping his outer thighs. Before that fantasy could be realized, he must complete his duties here on stage and retire to a private setting. 

Mr. Rubin rolled the stocking band over and his palms turned it down Evelyn's thigh. The nylon moved willingly as his hands smoothed it towards her foot. He pulled the last of it off her toes. Evelyn switched feet.

Mr. Rubin caressed this leg in turn and he was bolder with the finger walking above her knee. His digits pressed on the panty covered cameltoe. It was soft and warm. Evelyn let the fondle pass without complaint. The second stocking rolled down and joined its twin in the pile of clothes. 

Evelyn in bare feet offered her hands to help Mr. Rubin to his feet. She loosed her hair pins and the dark tresses fell over her shoulders front and back, partially concealing her tits. She strode stage left, waving a cupped hand 'goodbye' to the audience as she led Mr. Rubin offstage. Pausing out of sight, they watched Mr. Rubin's daughter, Suzy, climb the short stage steps and pick a disk from the fishbowl.

Suzy waved the medallion over her head as she called out "No. 5!"

The cheer from Recliner 5 was followed by a tuxedoed gentleman bounding to the steps. At the top, Suzy met him for a quick coordination conference and then she led him to center stage.

Evelyn gently pulled Mr. Rubin away further back stage and led him out into the corridor.

"Suzy will be fine, Mr. Rubin. She and the rest of us are very capable of taking care of ourselves...and others. Let's go to your guest suite and I'll demonstrate how capable I am of taking care of you."

The naked but for thong panties student led the way to Mr. Rubin's guest suite. He watched her ass cheeks move adorably on her sashaying hips. She paused at his door as he swiped his keycard. He bade her enter and followed. Checking that the door was securely locked, he turned. Evelyn was standing full on with her hands on hips, watching attentively for his opening wishes for her.

"Well...I guess first thing I should do is get undressed. Can you help me with that?"

"Of course, sir."

Evelyn approached Mr. Rubin and waited as he removed his tuxedo jacket. She hung it on a clothes stand and returned.

"You are very tall, Mr. Rubin. Maybe you should sit so I can reach you better."

Rubin sat on a cushioned Ottoman. Evelyn undid his bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt. She stooped and leaned in to attend to his left shoe and sock. Her breasts dangled forward on her chest and Rubin's hand cupped one. He bounced it a bit, hefting the weigh, admiring its fluid resiliency. He rolled the nipple as she attended his other shoe and sock. He released it as she kneeled up and pulled his shirt tail out of his pants. She worked the cufflinks. 

Standing up, she walked behind Mr. Rubin and skimmed his shirt off. She arranged all of the newly removed garments neatly on the clothes stand.

Evelyn knelt again before Mr. Rubin, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He helped her by lifting his butt when she pulled his pants and briefs over his hips and down his legs. He sat on the Ottoman naked as Evelyn attended his wardrobe. She took off her numbered choker and set it safely aside. There was no need for it now. She would put it back on tomorrow before the next partner re-shuffle. Evelyn returned and kneeled between his spread knees, resting her butt on her heels.

"Mr. Rubin, let's share some thoughts about your likes and dislikes. You didn't hesitate to manhandle my tits and you were very good at it, too. Right now, I'm in the perfect position for a seated blowjob. Or we can have penetration sex in any number of coitus positions. We have all night so you will have plenty of time to instruct me in different ways. Got any favorites you want to start with?"

"Well, Evelyn...you've got marvelous big fun-bags and I haven't had a good tit-fuck in a while. I want to ride you missionary style and feel your soft warm thighs clamping and caressing my legs. I want to pump wads of spunk deep in your cunt. But you're right. You are in a perfect position to give me a seated blowjob. So let's start with that and move along from there."

Evelyn smiled up at a Mr. Rubin who had certainly found his groove. She kneeled upright and shuffled forward, rubbing her soft hands inside his hairy thighs. She caressed higher until one palm cradled his balls while the other wrapped his semi-stiff shaft. She stroked it.

Evelyn licked her lips with anticipation as she examined Mr. Rubin's cock. It was stiff and long enough to fill her hand. Evelyn slid a finger pad along the main vein and lightly stimulated the lesser veins elsewhere on the shaft. She leaned in and kissed the tip with her wetted lips. She caressed the crown with her flat tongue and slurped his knob past her cherry colored lips. Her head swiveled to maneuver her tongue all around the circumference. 

Evelyn's hair hung forward and partially obscured Rubin's view. He flipped the offending strands behind her back. Evelyn kept going without hesitation. From past experience, she was aware of and prepared to handle the upcoming sequence of events. As she worked her oral labors, the hair falls fell forward again. This time Mr. Rubin gathered them in his fist and clenched them in a tight bun behind her scalp. Evelyn began taking deeper breaths in preparation for Mr. Rubin's inevitable next moves.

Mr. Rubin suddenly realized that the hand holding her hair was, in fact, holding the handle of Evelyn's head. His zeal overtook him. He jammed Evelyn's head down and forced more of his cock into her mouth. Evelyn breathed deep and held it. Mr. Rubin pressed down further and pushed his knob past her tonsils and into her throat. He held her there momentarily and pulled her up again.

Mr. Rubin watched as Evelyn took a deep breath. Awareness set in. Of course, she had respiratory limits; but what were they? He pressed her down again until his cock slid into her throat. He held her there for a five count and pulled her up. That seemed okay. After she caught a few deep breaths, he pushed her all the way down again and held for a count of eight before pulling up. Again, that seemed workable. Down again and a ten count. He felt some resistance before he reached a full ten. They must be nearing her limit. He waited for her to catch a few full breaths then proceeded.

He pushed down smoothly and counted. At ten, there was a shudder. At twelve there was a definite rebuff. He released her hair and she pulled back halfway for air, and then lapped up and off his erection. She looked serenely in his face as she breathed deeply. 

Evelyn was not dismayed. Her TWA coach-tutors had been generous with their energies, demonstrating that the aroused male was naturally macho and inquisitive. Harsh behavior was customary when the male explored his boundaries in a sexual relationship. She habitually got forceful treatment from a virile male. That was expected and she had been taught to receive and manage it. 

"That was really good, Evelyn. Can you do that without me forcing you?"

Evelyn giggled. "Of course I can. Lay back and relax while I show you that and more."

"No, let's save that for later. My balls feel really full and I'm primed for a monster cum-shoot. I want to watch it explode all over your face. Let's move on to the tit-fuck. Lay back and relax while I use you that way."

Evelyn laid back. Mr. Rubin climbed off the Ottoman and crept up her torso. He rested his hairy ass cheeks on her toned belly as he twitched her nipples. Evelyn's breasts reposed on her chest in torus-shaped ovals. Mr. Rubin patted the outer budges setting liquid ripples oscillating through the masses. Evelyn wretched her head up to watch his exploration of her tits' resiliency. She looked uncomfortable.

Mr. Rubin grabbed a throw-pillow from the nearby bed. Taking the familiar hair handle hold, he jerked Evelyn's head up and jammed the cushion underneath. Her bolstered head was now situated to watch the action and provide open access to her succulent lips.

Mr. Rubin's erection stood tall. He played lovingly with Evelyn's fun-bags that would momentarily engulf his rigid rod. Evelyn waited patiently as he fondled her masses to the warmth that would add coziness to their impending pleasure. Their shared glazed expressions told of their readiness to go on.

"Sir, may I lend a helping hand to get things moving?"

"Yes, I'd like that.

Mr. Rubin placed Evelyn's hands on her tit sides and pushed his cock down into her spongy vale. She compressed them to completely enclose his manhood. He felt the warmth created by his previous kneading of her boobs. He gripped her nipple nubs and shook them, feeling the tremors massage his stretched cock skin. The sensations were heavenly. Evelyn's spittle still coated his rod and provided the lubrication. They began.

With every stroke, Mr. Rubin's solid cock rubbed the entire length of Evelyn's boob tunnel. When his engorged knob was presented at the top, she kissed and licked the slit; prompting little nerve flickers down the shaft to his balls. She stretched her neck to suckle his knob each time he chose to linger topside.

Evelyn gave her full devotion to amplifying Mr. Rubin's pleasure. His repeated moans and groans filled the room. Their varied intensity and dwell time expressed his satisfaction with her stimulation efforts. Evelyn sensed Mr. Rubin's mounting passion was reaching a peak. She got ready for her cum shower.

Mr. Rubin finally cried out and held himself steady high on her chest. The first massive shot hit her lips and splattered up her nostrils. Evelyn pushed her head back as far as the cushion would allow. The second shot spewed across her cheeks and forehead, spilling onto her splayed hair. The third one splattered the opposite cheek and spilled into her ear. The fourth rope only made it to her chin and dribbled into the hollow of her throat.  Mr. Rubin pulled back and deposited his remaining load in the confines between Evelyn's tits. As he held his rod there, he again vibrated her boobs by the nipples and reveled in the resulting trickle of tremors.

Mr. Rubin's balls had delivered their built-up cum load that now coated Evelyn's upper body. The milky puddles were slithering down the gentle slopes of Evelyn's sperm speckled face. Mr. Rubin used his fingers to catch the sticky flows and deposit them on Evelyn's cum-stung lips. She lapped up each serving as he took care to find all the wayward strands for her consumption.

They rested in-place as Mr. Rubin lost his erection. Evelyn waggled her tits between her palms before paroling Mr. Rubin's dick from its enchanting prison.

Mr. Rubin crawled and stumbled to the bed and lay back content but fatigued. He lazed in a twilight afterglow of pleasure. Evelyn used the in-suite bath to wash the sticky residue from her hair and renew her cum tarnished face and nipple makeup. Refreshed, she joined Mr. Rubin in the bed and they dozed.

Mr. Rubin awoke and quietly surveyed the slumbering creature in his bed. Evelyn was truly a delight to behold. He saw that she retained her panties. He remembered admiring the smoothness of her soft inner thighs during the stage show and his stated desire to feel them caress his own outer thighs. The time had come to partake of Evelyn's nether regions now that he had heartily reveled in her upper facilities.

Mr. Rubin gently brushed his finger over the prominent cameltoe hidden under the silky thong. It was soft and yielding. He knew it would make an impeccable shroud for his embedded cock. Evelyn stirred at his touch and looked into his eyes. He held her sleepy gaze as he plucked at the ties of her thong. She lifted her butt as he gracefully slip the fabric off her ass and tossed it away.

Mr. Rubin pushed her knees wider and kissed the smoothness of Evelyn's upper inner thighs. He smelled the faint musk emerging from her juicy vulva. His oral caresses climbed higher. Evelyn lifted and spread her knees further facilitating Mr. Rubin's quest. He nuzzled her protective skin folds aside, burrowing in to lap the sheltered pink flesh. He smelled her musk and tasted its salty oils.

Evelyn's hands caressed the back of Mr. Rubin's head. He heard her moans. She was rendering up volumes of fragrant emollient. His chin, lips and cheeks were slippery with her genital dew. Mr. Rubin backed out and kneeled up between Evelyn's spread thighs. During his face time in her grotto, Mr. Rubin's erection had returned. Evelyn smiled as she regarded the sturdy rod with its super-sized knob that had recently packed her throat. She knew it would be a tight fit in her cunt even after it got past her entrance. She was thankful for the added lubrication that Mr. Rubin had caused.

Mr. Rubin leaned in and planted his arms on the mattress, framing Evelyn's luscious form beneath him. He ducked down and kissed her open mouth, smearing her essence about her face, sharing with her the smell and taste of his new favorite flavor. 

Raising and locking her in his gaze, Mr. Rubin slowly lowered his hips. Evelyn levered his shaft with thumb and finger and aligned his cock to a proper angle. The knob touched her engorged lower lips and pressed for entrance. When half the knob was enclosed by her pink lips, Mr. Rubin was confronted with Evelyn's unintentional resistance. Her tight vaginal ring needed time and effort to stretch open before absorbing the insistent swollen crown. Mr. Rubin was willing to provide the effort but unwilling to permit the time. He pressed firmly and his cock nudged a fraction of an inch deeper. He pressed harder still and got all but the rim of the corona inside.

Mr. Rubin held Evelyn's gaze as he took a deep breath and lurched his hips down. That worked as his top two-inches popped into the warm tunnel. He paused. Evelyn merely rolled her hips higher acceding to the assault on her cunt. She was trying to streamline the orifice widening to come. Mr. Rubin punched his stout erection all the way down Evelyn's slippery vagina, feeling every fleshy fold scrape his knob. His tip found her cervix just before he was fully seated and compressed it to make more room for full burial. Mr. Rubin jogged little strokes to test his freedom of movement within Evelyn's close-fitting body. 

Evelyn clamped her soft smooth thighs over Mr. Rubin's hairy legs and crossed her feet behind his back. He enjoyed the fine caresses of her clamping thighs. He pumped his cock in gradually longer strokes. The cycling jostled her breasts in the familiar ripples and he grinned at the motion. Evelyn noted his interest and waggled her shoulders for a better boob swaying show. Mr. Rubin stole intermittent nips and pecks on her grinning lips and then her oscillating nipples as he enjoyed the sensual presentation. 

Mr. Rubin and Evelyn both felt the tremors when his cock knob pounded hard on her cervix. He wanted more of that feeling. He ran his biceps beneath her knees and folded her legs higher for deeper penetration. Braced in a pushup-plank position, he hinged his hips in a cacophony of thrusts, hammering her cervix even harder. The resulting sensations were intense and thrilling. Evelyn's cunt was well-stretched by the oversized intruder; she loved it. 

Evelyn felt blessed that luck had paired her with Mr. Rubin. She knew she would reminisce with fondness about their time together. It was already a highlight of her numerous TWA memories and this congenial liaison was scheduled to continue throughout the night. By dawn, she hoped to be sexually drained and passionately fulfilled.

Evelyn's musings were interrupted by emergent sounds filling the room. She heard Mr. Rubin making moans, groans and grunts interlaced with deep and shallow breaths. Evelyn realized her own unwitting vocalizations were rivaling his for consideration. She was ready for a satiating conclusion to this activity.

The orgasmic sparks usually started in his toes but this time Mr. Rubin felt them skittle first across his cock head. He thrilled as they streamed outward to his extremities and flowed back more intensely. As the electric waves coalesced again in his groin, his back snapped into a reverse arch.  He slammed his cock deep inside Evelyn and froze, roaring his triumph of erotic conquest. Torrents of his cum flooded her womb. The ejaculatory pulses set off Evelyn and she also wailed in ecstasy. He felt her spasms undulate along his shaft and that kept him perched on his sensory high so much longer. When her vibrations ceased and his body muscles finally surrendered their tension, he collapsed on her welcoming body and recovered with deep cleansing breaths.




Total Woman Mentors 02



As his mind cleared, Mr. Rubin released Evelyn's legs. She assumed the classic missionary pose and let him relax in her saddle as she diddled his neck hairs. He hugged her body. His chest was cushioned on her compressed boobs and his nose brushed her ear. His erection slowly dissipated until it no longer stretched her interior. He held her to him as he rolled sideways. The fatigued lovers slept with their limbs still intertwined.

Dawn spilled its sunlight through the sheer curtains as the naked duo awakened. A morning shower refreshed their bodies. Evelyn preened her hair and makeup. Mr. Rubin found their morning attire stacked conveniently on a credenza. They donned the clothes: sandals, gym-shorts and teeshirt for Mr. Rubin, thong bikini bottoms only and stiletto strap heels for Evelyn. She put on her numbered choker before they left for the dining room. Breakfast and the mid-morning raffle which re-shuffled the partner assignments awaited them. 

They found other couples already at the dining hall. All the gentlemen wore the same casual sportswear. All the female students were decked out in their makeup, jewelry, high heels and bikini bottoms. There was a light buzz of giggles and conversation. The fathers checked on their daughters and found them all in good spirits despite their strenuous endeavors. 

When everyone was assembled, the existing pairs gathered in tables of four as the breakfast fare was served by TWA Junior level students, also heeled and topless. The air was bright and jovial.  The gentlemen furtively scanned the other tables pondering who their next randomly assigned transition student might be.

When the plates had been cleared away and the last cups of coffee refilled, Evelyn rested a hand on Mr. Rubin's groin. She leaned in to talk privately.

"Mr. Rubin, I'm sorry we didn't have time for my deep oral demonstration. I know you really wanted to cum down my throat before we parted."

"No, that's okay, dear. We can't have everything we want every time we want it. Life sets limits. That's what makes hope spring eternal and good things worth waiting for. Let's just give our next mates the benefit of our patience."

"Thank you, sir, for being so understanding."

"Not at all..."

Mrs. Smith, the TWA Father-Daughter Weekend housemother, rang her glass to get the dining room's attention. The waitresses stood in a line near the kitchen door.

"Fathers and Daughters; I hope you enjoyed breakfast. Let's hear a round of applause for our Junior student waitresses. They're getting a little preview of Father Daughter Weekend and the process of transitioning from Senior Students into Total Women."

There was brief applause for the cute curtsies from the line of nubile waitresses. Mrs. Smith continued.

"Senior Students, you have a few minutes to get redressed in your theme costumes. Meanwhile, gentlemen, be patient. As soon as they return, we can move to the next phase of the weekend, our first re-shuffling of assignments."

The topless Senior Students departed to change and the men drank coffee and bantered about weather, sports, nothing really. Their thoughts were speculations and fantasies about who they would be paired with next. Shortly the Senior Students returned.

"Last night, Karina was the last Student to get her assignment, so this morning she will go first in our raffle. Please come forward, dear."

Karina was layered in translucent pastel saris and veils, reflecting her Hindi culture and teasing the assembly with a curvaceous body underneath the fluttering fabrics. She floated to the front of the room on unseen feet. Her thick black hair peeped beneath a sheer head scarf and her coal black eyes were heavily made up. Every cock in the room swelled with hope and fervently yearned for a winning number.

Karina gracefully drew out and held up Medallion Number 7. A cheer rose from one of the tables as the young lady wearing the Number 7 choker toasted her retiring partner with a sociable kiss on the cheek.

"Congratulations, Mr. Moore. Wow, you wore me out last night. Karina may be just what you need to unwind and rest up. But thank you so much for helping with my Transition. I hope you offer to nurture the rest of your coupling-mates as well as you did me. Have a great weekend. Chou!" 

She blew Mr. Moore a kiss as he went forward to collect his next assignee. Mr. Moore would spend the rest of the day helping this young lady transition from Senior Student to Total Woman.



Total Woman Mentors 03



Mrs. Smith began the next rearrangement raffle. 

"Last night, Karina was the last Student to get her assignment, so this morning she will go first in our rearrangement raffle. Please come forward, dear."

Karina was layered in translucent pastel saris and veils, reflecting her Hindi culture and teasing the assembly with hints of a curvaceous body underneath the flirty fabrics. She floated to the front of the room on unseen feet. Her thick black hair peeped beneath a sheer head scarf and her coal black eyes with heavily made up. Every cock in the room swelled with hope and fervently yearned for a winning number. 

Karina gracefully drew out and held up Medallion Number 7. A cheer rose from one of the tables as the young lady wearing the Number 2 choker toasted her retiring partner with a sociable kiss on the cheek.

"Congratulations, Mr. Moore. Thank you so much for helping with my Transition. Wow, you wore me out last night. I hope you still have enough energy to nurture the rest of your coupling-mates as well as you did me. Karina may be just what you need to unwind and revive. Have a great weekend. Chou!" 

She blew Mr. Moore a kiss as he went forward to collect his next assignee. Mr. Moore would spend the rest of the day helping this young lady transition from Senior Student to Total Woman.

Mr. Moore approached Karina and Mrs. Smith. A smiling Mrs. Smith shook his hand. A demur Karina held his hands for a dual bijou cheek buzz. Mr. Moore was not much taller than Karina propped on her sari-concealed high heels. Now closer, Mr. Moore could perceive much more of Karina's physique under the translucent fluttering veils. He liked what he saw and could tell that Karina had eschewed undergarments. Her dark pointy nipples were unmistakable and her rounded hips unmarred by pantie-lines.

Mrs. Smith saw no point in dragging things out. No further interchange with the rest of the assembly was necessary and she pointed the newest matched mates towards the dining room exit. Mr. Moore put a circling arm around Karina's waist, feeling her soft warmth through the thin silky fabrics. She glided at his side as they promenaded from the room. At the exit, they stopped momentarily to watch Mrs. Smith call the now man-less Senior Student No 2 to the front of the room. No. 2 bounced forward, eager to let fate choose her next mate from among the remaining virile males. 

Karina and Mr. Moore left the dining room and its pair rearrangements behind. They ambled silently through the corridors to the residential wing. Neither had anything casual to say and both wanted the uninterrupted privacy of his guest suite for the ensuing serious conversation. At his door, Mr. Moore key-carded the lock and invited Karina to enter. He relocked the door.

Karina stood facing him with arms hanging limp at her side. Mr. Moore lifted Karina's head scarf and dropped it behind her. He grasped her biceps and leaned in for a mouthwatering kiss. Karina's maroon lip gloss enhanced their appearance of fullness. The kiss lingered as Mr. Moore gently explored her mouth with his tongue. Karina responded in kind. 

Eventually they tapered off but stayed close at face. Mr. Moore stared into the black pools of Karina's eyes. He gently reached for the fabrics covering Karina's body. Sensing his rampant ardor growing, Karina slowed his plans with gentle hands and gentle words.

"Mr. Moore, I offer you anything in my power to give today. But with your permission, please let me show you some foreplay techniques that will build up your desire for me."

Mr. Moore rubbed her palm over his crotch and the robust bulge inside.

"As you can see, Karina, my desire for you is pretty high already. Why wait?"

"That is often what men think before they experience my ways. I think you will find the time well spent and very memorable. May I show you...please?"

Mr. Moore was intrigued. He could tell that Karina was very confident about reinforcing his carnal hunger for her. He lowered his arms and stood before her.

"Okay, young lady, I'm curious to see what you can do. I place myself in your hands. Show me how I could possibly want you more."

Karina telephoned the front desk and softly asked that her sensual nurturing kit be sent over. Minutes later a messenger delivered a covered wicker basket of mysterious personal care items. Karina laid out fluffy bath towels in a large open floor area to simulate a cushioned floor mat. She placed the mysterious selection of potency supplies near at hand. 

Mr. Moore was fascinated with the preparations. He generally dove into his fuck sessions without much foreplay. Instead, this exotic female was concocting a different scenario and he was interested to see where it was going.

Karina stood at the open space and beckoned Mr. Moore to come hither. Her colorful sheer veils, her beauty, her calmness and confidence had him complying without question. She halted him with gentle palms on to his chest and began his next preparations. Karina removed Mr. Moore's tee-shirt, shorts and sandals. She guided him onto the towels and laid him on his back. She adjusted his body so that his heels were touching and his arms tucked close to his sides, palms up and open.

Karina retrieved a scented cloth that she laid folded over his eyes. She sat on her heels beyond Mr. Moore's head and traced her fingers over his ears, face and shoulders as she whispered instructions to him over the low tantric music floating about the room. 

"lie still...try wiggling each toe from left to right...now relax the whole foot...let them hang apart...relax your calf muscles...imagine they are loose and melting off your bones...tense and relax your top thighs...very good..."

Between whispers, Karina hummed along with the light flute and string melodies. Mr. Moore heard her words and followed the guidance. The cloth was warm and soft on his eyes, the scents hinted citrus and floras. Her hands brushed Mr. Moore's chin and neck. Karina watched his erection. It had started strong but was getting even larger and more rigid. 

"roll each finger...now roll each one out...let them remain open...let your arms and shoulders rest free...imagine they could sink through the floor... "

Karina traced slow circles with her finger pads around Mr. Moore's nipples, spiraling inward as she teased the sensitive nerve clusters gathered there. Mr. Moore's knob bobbed as his cock tightened further.

"flex your abdomen...relax...flex again...relax...now let loosen the tightness in your hips...let them lay flat on the floor..."

Karina knew that Mr. Moore's mind had released the tension from his extended limbs and torso. It was re-focusing that freed energy at his sexual organ. 

Karina silently repositioned beside Mr. Moore. She tucked one palm beneath his engorged rigid penis and cradled the weightiness. Her other hand removed her shoulder veil, brushing the silky fabric across his groin and abdomen, stirring it across his hyper-sensitized penis. She selected an oil vial from her basket and poured some of the emollient in her hand. She smoothed it on Mr. Moore's cock. The desensitizer soothed the static jolts threatening to end this first encounter too soon. 

Mr. Moore was in a semi-alpha dream state as he felt fabulous sensations linger at his groin. His mind was hazy with the delusion that he could feel the blood rushing through his head. In fact, he was feeling the blood rushing through every vein in his penis. It throbbed with unnatural energy.

Karina smoothed her hand along Mr. Moore's length. She felt an inner ripple under her touch and halted. Mr. Moore had just experienced a mini-gasm. No semen was expelled. The muscles around the prostate had clenched but not enough to impel ejaculation. Karina waited until Mr. Moore's penis visibly relaxed. She started the motion again and before long another ripple occurred, stronger but still not strong enough to eject his essence. She continued this sequence through further cycles. Each mini-gasm became stronger. 

Mr. Moore was moaning and grunting louder at each spasm. Karina wanted to manipulate Mr. Moore for as long as his stamina would allow. She knew his final climax would erupt with a vengeance that would shower his brain with endorphins.

Mr. Moore finally reached his limit and his roar of ecstasy accompanied a surge of sperm arcing onto his chest and belly. His body bowed upward, raising feet and head in a mighty abdominal crunch. He held there rigid but shuddering as each rope emerged. Karina maintained a steady stroke throughout, aptly squeezing at decisive moments to intensification the ejaculatory contractions. The spasms were powerful and jolting.

Mr. Moore finally collapsed prone again. Karina gently removed the eye cloth. Mr. Moore was met by the sight of Karina's bare breasts as she leaned in to check on his re-consciousness.

"Sir, have you returned to me, here and now? Have you found your way back?"

"Yes...I think so. Wow! Now, THAT was a CUM. How did you make me do that?"

"Sir, you have always had the capacity but never took the time to let your lust build as it should. This time, you climbed your summit slowly, retracting a bit after each level. Your body simply knew the best moment to work its ultimate magic."

Mr. Moore lifted his head and suckled Karina's exposed nipple hanging near his face. She let him play awhile but she needed him to cleanup. Mr. Moore grudgingly yielded to her idea. Admittedly, she was better informed than he about the male physiology. Removing her remaining attire, a naked Karina joined him in the shower. She lathered away his final reluctance. He would let her mold him into a better man.

Mr. Moore had undergone what should have been an energy draining ordeal but he felt amazingly full of vigor. Karina knew his rejuvenation was a result of his focus of mind and relaxation of body during the session. She knew he still had abundant sexual vitality left. She would activate that profound reserve. She wanted Mr. Moore to become all the man he could be, more than the macho hasty stud that had entered the room with her.

Bending, Karina lowered a built-in hinged seat and guided Mr. Moore to sit inside the tub. He clasped the chrome tub hand-holds. She knelt before him. Her hand cradled Mr. Moore's balls as she lowered her face to his groin. Her tongue grazed the underside of his flaccid erection. Mr. Moore sucked in a quick breath at the touch. She opened wide and drew his knob inside her lips. She suckled him. Mr. Moore let out the held breath slowly as her warm mouth cuddled his now re-growing erection. 

Encouraged by the sounds, Karina lovingly caressed his prick with her tongue and inner cheeks. Mr. Moore was growing rapidly now and filling her mouth with his girth and length. He watched Karina work him and trembled when her touches hit an especially sensitive area of his engorged cock. Karina would pause to let him relax, prolonging the foreplay, letting his ardor percolate.

After one such pause, Karina pushed down, letting Mr. Moore's knob graze her tonsils. She backed off, took a deep breath and pressed again, letting the knob push into her throat. That was not enough and she pushed harder until her lips contacted pubic bone and scrotum. Mr. Moore was 'all-in'. She swallowed, rippling her gullet on the corona.

Mr. Moore jumped and wheezed with the intensity of the sensation. Karina held him inside through his pre-ejaculation juddering. Mr. Moore was close to cumming but Karina had one more trick. She rotated her head as she swallowed again and rubbed the corona longitudinally and axially. That did it. Mr. Moore clutched the tub handles for dear life, closed his eyes and bellowed. His first sperm pulse shot straight to Karina's stomach. Finally at the limit of her breath, Karina had to back off and took the remaining shots in her mouth, still wagging her tongue around the shaft as much as possible.

Mr. Moore's voice calmed and his face dropped forward. His glazed eyes opened. Mr. Moore's ecstasy advanced down the usual blissful path. Karina watched the progression, her mouth filled with cock and cum. When his eyes cleared and his face unclenched, she raised an eyebrow to query his readiness. He nodded and she swallowed. 

Karina backed off, maroon colored lips milking him as she maintained a strong suction, pulling the last latent cum out of his penile tube. Mr. Moore's semi-erection exited with an auditable 'pop' and bobbed horizontal, not yet completely deflated. She sponge-bathed Mr. Moore as he sat recovering.

Karina helped Mr. Moore back to the stacked towel mat in the main room. She positioned him in his earlier 'rest' pose, face up, limbs close to body and loose. She rubbed his temples as she cooed her successive instructions to help him again detente from toes to head. His eventual deep slow breaths confirmed her success in the routine. She joined his repose, prone on top of him, naked, resting her cheek on his chest, joining him in a revitalizing hiatus.

Karina awoke from the doze. Mr. Moore was lying still, breathing softly, eyes closed. The afternoon was waning and they would be expected at dinner soon. Karina wanted to enjoy at least one real coupling with Mr. Moore, one that would satiate her simmering lust as well.

Karina rose and sat gently on Mr. Moore's thighs. His cock was flaccid but puffy. His tranquil state had allowed rejuvenating blood flow to maintain readiness in his formidable organ. Karina ran a finger along its length; it trembled showing a willingness to rise again to the occasion. That was always a good sign but especially now.

Karina gently played. Mr. Moore was changing breath cycles indicating his growing mindfulness of his growing manhood. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Karina sitting topless and upright beyond his waist. He started to speak but Karina smiled and leaned forward to place a shushing finger at his lips.

"Please, sir, be still. I want to give you another soaring orgasm. Let me float us through another mind cleansing daydream."

Mr. Moore nodded his surrender to Karina's care. Karina captured Mr. Moore's expressionless gaze with her mesmerizing eyes. Maintaining eye contact, she gracefully lifted her butt over his tip. Mr. Moore remained silent and compliant.

Karina aligned their genitals as necessary, gently maneuvering for proper insertion. On contact, she paused and then pressed ahead. Her face expressed pleasure as her cunt lips slid over and down Mr. Moore's substantial manhood. She felt each millimeter as it travelled her tight cunt tube. She relished the expansion of her core as his prick lodged deep in her vagina.

Mr. Moore loved the feeling of Karina's juicy warmth encasing his rod. Her internal tautness, naturally well lubricated, gave Mr. Moore and Karina a bountiful exchange of stimulation. Karina set an ambling pace. The slippery friction heated their mutual lust. 

Mr. Moore had entered the room assuming his desire for Karina had been very high. But the pinnacle of passion he was now scaling was truly higher than any he had ascended before, or even thought that he could. His whole body throbbed with the increased blood-flow, particularly his grand erection. His brain's pleasure centers were inundated with hormones.

Karina drove herself down and held still with Mr. Moore's stiff cock buried deep. She clamped her vaginal muscles and rippled contractions along its length. Mr. Moore loved the rippling compressions. Karina's muscle contractions reflected to her clitoris. She caught the muted sense of her first mini-gasm. 

Karina varied the rhythm and power, generating concerted pulses along Mr. Moore's encased manhood. Sporadic mini-gasms crackled in her core. She interspersed her systematic performance with occasional long strokes to keep Mr. Moore attentive to this time and place. But Mr. Moore's mental awareness was tumbling away into his deepening sensual trance. 

Mr. Moore's eyes glazed as his breath labored to keep pace with his oxygen demand. His body was prudently marshaling stored energy for the grand finale. The ready reserves would compensate for suspended lung and brain function during ecstasy.

Mr. Moore suddenly arched his back and his whole body tensed. Karina drove down and clamped hard. She rubbed her clitoris against his pubic bone as Mr. Moore trembled. His cries shook the air and his back rebounded with each ejaculatory pulse. Karina leapt off her own sexual cliff and her mind dropped in freefall. She cried out, again and again, as she rejoiced in each of his cum-shots splashing her cervix. The jogs and bellows let go slowly as the joined bodies rode out the ebbing waves of lust and delight. When Mr. Moore's back finally rested again on the towel pads, Karina folded forward and settled her damp breasts again Mr. Moore's chest. She held her face directly above his until he finally noticed her presence. They puckered their lips for a celebratory kiss.

After playful lip and tongue caresses, Karina lay still on Mr. Moore as they dozed off. Time passed. The late afternoon sunlight dimmed to its dusky glow. Their time together was coming to an end. Karina showered Mr. Moore and then helped him dress before attending to her face and body makeup. She donned her translucent saris, draping the top loosely. Karina's breasts jostled beneath the fluttering thin fabric as they walked to dinner.

In the Total Woman Academy dining room, Mr. Moore and Karina mingled with the other couples. The young ladies snickered and gossiped about challenges met and overcome. They shared advice about the penchants of the other gentlemen who might come their way soon. The gentlemen smirked and fantasized about their past and future conquests. Everyone was excited to continue the weekend and eager to get the next raffle underway.

After a splendid dinner, again served by topless junior classmates, Mrs. Smith began the reshuffling ceremony. She announced that the senior students would depart to assemble and arrange their evening costumes. Meanwhile, the gentlemen were invited to relax with coffee and brandy. Each gentleman would find a number beneath his placemat. 

After a splendid dinner, again served by topless junior classmates, Mrs. Smith began the reshuffling ceremony. She announced that the senior students would depart to assemble and arrange their evening costumes. Meanwhile, the gentlemen were invited to relax with coffee and brandy while awaiting their imminent return. Each gentleman would find a number beneath his placemat. Rather than a raffle, Mrs. Smith had slyly fashioned distinct pairings for this final evening of Father-Daughter Weekend. The assignments were based upon fetish feedback forms submitted by the fathers. Mrs. Smith had scripted scenarios with appropriate costumes and characteristics in response to the fetish feedback forms. Each senior student was briefed on the particular roles and duties necessary to fulfill her assigned male's 'dream-cum-true'.

As he downed the last swig of brandy, Mr. Clark found Number 4 written in bright red lipstick on the bottom of his placemat. Straightaway, the doors opened and the senor students paraded into the room. Each senior student wore a distinctive outfit. There was a white panty-hosed, uniformed nurse, a plaid-skirted schoolgirl, a coiffured blonde wearing a silky bare-back rack-mounting formal gown and a pirate wench in high leather boots and bandanna. Each costumed senior wore her satin choker with ID number. The gentlemen perused the diverse array of costumed women, seeking their numbered match and praying they had filled out their forms correctly. 

Suzy radiated merriment as Mr. Clark spied her number. His jaw dropped open. Suzy was the spitting image of Mr. Clark's new office assistant. These past few months, the assistant had befuddled his concentration as he daydreamed of fucking her over his desk. This was his opportunity to act out his carnal urges without the bothersome workplace harassment nonsense. He made a bee-line across the room towards her.




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Suzy extended her hand for a customary business handshake. Mr. Clark grabbed her extended hand as he swept past her and kept travelling toward the door. Suzy quick stepped behind him, her stride constrained by her thigh hugging pencil skirt. When Mr. Clark paused to open the door, Suzy looked back and waved 'good-bye' to her classmates who were gathering up their own newly assigned male companions. Mr. Clark yanked Suzy through the portal and hustled her on to her coming up 'night-job'.



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Mrs. Smith welcomed Maureen forward with bijou kisses. Maureen's hand dipped into the fishbowl and held up her chosen medallion: No 1. A cheer arose from a table and Mr. Ingram strode forward to claim his raffle prize: Maureen for the rest of the day.

Maureen stood tall as Mr. Ingram come forward. She smiled brightly and made long leggy strides to greet him. She wore black stiletto heels and dark stockings. Her breasts were encased in a sequined gown with numerous slits and slots that exposed her legs, arms and midsection. Her face makeup was bright and alluring. Maureen's red hair was pinned in a loose bun behind her head.

"Maureen will show you to our dance and music studio. Please return at dinner for our next raffle and rearrangement of couples."

Mr. Ingram wavered but Maureen stepped in front of him and walked towards the door, gently leading him by the hand. They paused to watch Suzy, No. 1, Mr. Ingram's preceding companion, toddle forward in her chic wool secretary suit to select from the remaining medallions. Suzy was next in line to be paired with a random manly mate for the rest of the day. 

Mr. Ingram recovered his wits as they headed to the door and opened it for Maureen. He took the lead down the corridor as Maureen piloted him towards their private room for the day.

Mr. Ingram swiped his room keycard and found the studio available as promised. Inside, the floors were polished wood, the walls bright and mirrored. The ceiling was high and airy. 

Maureen and Mr. Ingram took it all in. She leaned close to him. She was nearly his height in her heels.

"Mr. Ingram, do you like to dance?"

"Well...yes, but I'm a bit rusty."

"That's alright, sir. I enjoy teaching gentlemen the right moves to use with a lady. I find dance so sensual, a very sophisticated form of foreplay. May I show you?"

"That would be lovely, my dear."

Maureen found leather soled dancing shoes for Mr. Ingram. She helped him change into shorts and a tank top. Maureen stayed dressed in her bare-shouldered floor length dance costume. Her legs peeked out of long slits in the skirt when she moved and the sequins sparkled in the bright lights. Her red hair, bare shoulders and sea-foam green costume gave her the little-mermaid look.

"Mr. Ingram, let's start with something simple: the Rumba."

Maureen walked Mr. Ingram through the four point steps holding him in the basic frame pose. Mr. Ingram finally stopped watching his feet as he became more interested in watching Maureen's breasts that were gently bobbing on her chest as she pranced.

Next they tried the waltz. Eventually, his attention shifted again from his feet to Maureen's chest. 

"Mr. Ingram, you seem to be getting the hang of this. I like that. You're an apt pupil. But too much too soon will overload your ability to absorb the moves. Let's change things up."

Maureen found a wooden stool and placed it in the middle of the studio floor. Mr. Ingram took a seat. Maureen set the player with some exotic flute tunes. As the music developed, she swayed her hips with eyes closed, gently stepping time as she revolved and rotated about the seated Mr. Ingram. 

As she moved, her legs flashed from the gown's long side slits. Her bare shoulders and arms slithered and fluttered about her body in sensuous movements. When she danced in close, she brushed her hands furtively across Mr. Ingram's shoulders, neck and face. Her caresses sent electric sparks to his fingers, toes and groin.

The mirrored walls displayed a dozen reflections of the dancing Maureen: front, back, profile. Mr. Ingram fancied that he was surrounded by a harem of dancing girls. 

Maureen paused with her back to Mr. Ingram and glanced at him over her shoulder. As she sashayed her hips, her arms reached back and lowered the gown's zipper. The panels folded open as the zipper opened to below her waist. She unclipped the shoulder straps and those hung loose with the panels.

In the reflections, Mr. Ingram could see Maureen holding the bodice of the gown to her breasts. She made eye contact in the mirror and slowly let the bodice fall away. The top half of the dress hung inverted from her waist. 

Maureen turned. Topless, she stood before Mr. Ingram. She reached inside the front slit of the skirt and fumbled with her panties. With a smile, she drew them out and tossed the wadded silk into Mr. Ingram's lap. He was an apt pupil. He sensed where this dance was going and whisked his shorts off.

Stepping forward, she straddled his thighs, holding the skirt panels aside. Her hands found his erection and stroked it in time with the slow music beat. Mr. Ingram buried his face in Maureen's cleavage. He encouraged her cock manipulations, albeit the words were muffled into Maureen's creamy mounds of flesh. The music ended and in the silence, the paramours drew back to exchange a kiss.

"May I?" asked Mr. Ingram.

Without waiting for a response, Mr. Ingram released the pins that held Maureen's bright auburn tresses in its stylish coiffure. The strands descended past her bare shoulders, laying on her back and teasing the round tops of her boobs. His fingers combed the locks. Her silvery ear dangles twinkled through the furrows. Her green eyes and cherry lips complemented the effect. Mr. Ingram was mesmerized.

"I like this dance, Maureen. Are there more steps? I want very much to learn this one."

"It is my pleasure to show you, sir. Pay close attention while I demonstrate the starting moves."

Maureen tilted Mr. Ingram's erection up and mounted him with a dancer's grace and style. Mr. Ingram resumed his favorite face-in-boobs deportment, loosely hugging Maureen's torso to maintain the connection. Mr. Ingram jogged his hips as best he could and Maureen followed his lead with harmonized motions. Dance classes had tightened and toned Maureen's core muscles. She could and did continue unabated whenever Mr. Ingram paused for a breather. Her continued stimulations through his pauses soon had him wanting more and he would recommence his hip pops.

The caresses between cock and cunt delighted the seated lovers. They were swimming in the same fantasy ocean, harmoniously singing the same tune. The lyrics were mostly moans and sighs but it was music to their ears nonetheless. Inevitably, the song reached its crescendo. The singing grew louder and the dancing more spirited.

Mr. Ingram felt the tingling rise in his groin and clutched more tightly to Maureen. She felt his amplified hold and primed herself for the finale. Mr. Ingram's cock pulsed in her core and his spunk splattered Maureen's womb. They rollicked and groaned as his ardor slowly passed and dissipated.

Maureen rubbed Mr. Ingram's shoulders as she cooed accolades into his ear. She reveled in the warmth of his skin under her hands and still in her cunt. Maureen was not needy or greedy concerning her sexual pleasures. She was content that Mr. Ingram had gone through a good orgasm. She intended him to have more with her. 

Mr. Ingram deflated and fell out. Maureen dismounted and helped the weary Mr. Ingram to a comfortable recliner chair near the mirrored wall. She doused the lights and left to preen her costume and makeup as he closed his eyes and rested.

Mr. Ingram awoke from a twilight sleep to the heavy beat of jungle music. He pulled his recliner up. The room was still darkened, lit only by a central mirrored ball revolving in changing color lights. Dots of color boogied everywhere. 

From a far corner, Maureen crawled cat-like across the polished wood floor towards Mr. Ingram. Her ass oscillated behind her as she stalked her 'prey' from across the room. Her loose fiery hair was held back from her face by a cat-ear headband. She wore makeup of painted cat whiskers and darkened eye-sockets. Her glossy red lips and pearly white sneer were a striking contrast of color.

Nearing her prey reposed in his chair, Maureen shifted to an upright squat. The leopard print transparent body suit did little to hide her large excited areolae or the prominence of her cunt lips. She licked her cherry red lips with a long slow swipe as she stared down her quarry. Mr. Ingram sat rigid, staring back as if caught in her headlights.

Maureen tilted her head and sniffed the air. She looked left, then right and finally front. She lifted an eyebrow in recognition of a familiar scent. She leaned forward and resumed her crawl into the space between Mr. Ingram's legs. She sniffed his calves and inner thighs as she proceeded higher. She purred when she nuzzled Mr. Ingram's flaccid penis.

Maureen tentatively poked her tongue out and tipped the crown. It bobbed. She watched the meat organ take on life and move as it enlarged. She paused to look up at Mr. Ingram. He had a deer-in-headlights look with eyes wide open and a death-grip on the cushioned chair arms.

Maureen broke character and chuckled.

"Come on, now, I may end up licking you to death but I promise not to bite."

Mr. Ingram visibly relaxed as he let out his breath. He smiled back. "Okay..."

Maureen turned her attention back to her 'prey'. Another tongue lap below the crown caused Mr. Ingram to moan as his erection got stronger. Additional laps over, under and around the knob got jerky reactions to her playful tongue sweeps. 

When Maureen saw that Mr. Ingram's rod was stiff enough to stay elevated by itself, she opened her mouth and drew the knob past her lips. She sucked strongly on the knob but did not draw in much length. She tongue-wrestled the crown, sometimes sinking her tip into the end slit. Each time, Mr. Ingram's hips jumped. Maureen discovered he was very sensitive there.

Maureen opened wider and carefully pushed down, taking the knob to her throat. Her lips were almost bottomed out at his scrotum. Mr. Ingram was shorter than most of the coach trainers who had urged her through the oral practice drills at TWA. She liked the feel of heavy meat lodged in her throat. She had excelled at the breath and saliva control that would protract the male's pleasure. 

Swallowing contractions were best for longer cocks when the man was deepest. Mr. Ingram would get Maureen's cat purr vibrations applied to his penile nerves.

Maureen held the knob deep in her mouth and loosed a low rumble in her throat. She felt it bump the roof of her mouth. She loosed a shorter rumble and sucked hard. Mr. Ingram moaned. That was encouraging to her plan. Apparently he liked the vibrations. 

Maureen tried low notes, high notes, short notes and long notes. She tried various combinations and found Mr. Ingram's greatest response on the low long throat rumbles. During this oral opus, she added strong sucks and mouth strokes.

Mr. Ingram watched the show. Maureen's cat-suited body was speckled by the colored strobe beams reflected off the mirrored ball. Maureen's red hair bobbed in time with the drumbeat of the music. Her hands were everywhere, caressing his thighs, abs and pubic areas. He was getting her full attention and it was working him towards his orgasm.

Mr. Ingram felt the tingle rise from his toes to his legs and then his lungs. Maureen sensed his muscles tense. He would deliver his load to her mouth soon. Maureen placed a digit on Mr. Ingram's perineum and felt his ejaculate pulse up into the base of his cock. She used her best rumbles and laps as the fluid popped out the tip and flooded her oral cavity. 

Maureen took Mr. Ingram all in so that the knob tip could feel the contractions as she swallowed his secretions. His corona was not wedged deep enough to catch the act; it would just have to be content with Maureen's moans of delight.

Other than the tense-up at ejaculation, Mr. Ingram's physical response had been restrained. He felt an all-body electric buzz that was very pleasant in lieu of a rip-roaring cum fest. Mr. Ingram had ejaculated and Maureen had drunk his offering. 

Maureen never moved from her spot as she remotely shutdown the lights and music. The oral-to-groin conjoined mates swooned in the afterglow. Maureen kept a gentle suckle on Mr. Ingram as he shrank. She released her 'prey' after a final purr and retraced her tracks across the dance floor. Her undulating ass disappeared into the far room darkness as the house lights faded to black. Mr. Ingram lounged back and closed his eyes.

Mr. Ingram awoke to chirpy concertina music straight out of a Parisian street setting. A narrow shaft of light in the center of the room broadened to become a vertical spotlight shining down on a sidewalk café table. Maureen sat in one iron chair and motioned Mr. Ingram over to take the other. When he was close, she rose and extended her hand.

"Are you Mr. Ingram, the talent scout? I'm Maureen. My agent said I should meet you to request a screen test. He gave me your card."

Maureen handed Mr. Ingram a plain white business card. It said:

MR. INGRAM HOLLYWOOD MOVIE PRODUCER & TALENT SCOUT

Maureen kept her voice strong but the pleading was evident. "Can you get me a screen test? Please...I've been searching everywhere to get an acting job. I want to be a movie star."

Mr. Ingram got the gist of this improvised play. "Movie star, huh? Well, Maureen, there are many kinds of movies and many kinds of stars. Do you have any special talents or experiences?"

Maureen brightened and exploded with pent-up enthusiasm as she finally found an opportunity to describe herself.

"Oh, yes. My talents are highly regarded. I can dance very well and I've taught private lessons. I've taught men how to take real pleasure from moves with a talented and willing dance partner. 

"My singing abilities have produced gushing appreciation. I've practiced under some very strict coach-trainers. They showed me how to sing, yodel and hum with the best.

"I have performing experience. I design my own costumes for fantasy roles like cats and mermaids. I enthusiastically adopt the charisma of predator or prey. But I'm keen to take anything if the studio execs want to give me a shot."

Maureen paused to let that sink in. Mr. Ingram thought a moment. As if on cue, a glow in the darkened room's corner emerged. It softly lit a large round waterbed with black satin sheets. Another light glowed in Mr. Ingram's brain and he got a brilliant idea. He stood beside Maureen's chair and gazed down on her exquisiteness.

"We don't usually waste money on screen tests for untried hopefuls. First, we conduct a round of interviews to consider the potential candidates' qualifications. I am very busy but I can make some time. Perhaps you could rearrange your schedule to squeeze me in right now."

Without waiting for a response, Mr. Ingram took Maureen's hand and led her to the circular bed.

Maureen was dressed in a sassy sleeveless summer dress. The shoulder straps were more decoration than function. The dress sported a broad-band puckered bodice above the short flirty A-line skirt. Her graceful dance-toned legs were propped on matching white dancer heels. Maureen's jewelry and makeup were sparkly, colorful and glossy in all the right places.

"What role do you want me to play?" she asked. Mr. Ingram smirked.

"I'll be a Hollywood movie producer and you will be an aspiring starlet. You will let me take advantage of your innocence in hopes of a movie career. I will simply satiate my lust in your compliant body on the ruse of a non-existent screen test. Sound familiar? Good. I'll start the scene."

Mr. Ingram took Maureen shoulder straps and pushed them over her arms. He reached behind and found her dress zipper. It glided down her lissome backbone. He smoothed the loosened bodice off her breasts. The dress dropped from her waist. Maureen wore no underwear. Her entire body was fully accessible to Mr. Ingram's advances.

Mr. Ingram drew Maureen in for a kiss, rubbing her nipples against his hairy chest. Their lips were firmly locked. Wetted lips rocked as they raised their sexual thermostats.

Mr. Ingram palmed Maureen's ass, drawing her against him. Her groin contacted his and he realized that he still wore his shorts. He stopped to fumble them off and cast them aside. During the pause, Maureen stooped to remove her high heels but Mr. Ingram stopped and pulled her up. With her in heels and his feet bare, they were elevated equally, nearly face-to-face.

"Leave them on. You might need to anchor your feet to counter my thrusts. Or they might help clamp your ankles behind me. Even if I can't see or feel them, just the thought of drilling a woman whose wearing strapped-on heels really gets my motor running."

They resumed their standing foreplay. Mr. Ingram pushed Maureen's shoulders down onto the middle of the bed. The water swashed undulating waves beneath the black satin sheets. She butt-walked to the middle and presented him with a classic missionary position. Her knees were elevated and spread, offering a wide play-space for Mr. Ingram to occupy between her legs. She smiled as her arms reached for him, inviting him to climb aboard. Mr. Ingram ushered himself into his allocated berth.

Mr. Ingram was ready to go. His cock was hard. He finger-tested Maureen's vaginal lips and found them warm and moist. He leaned up over her body and she lightly circled his with her arms. His cock knob bounced against her cunt and she rotated her hips up to improve the alignment. Mr. Ingram pressed and his rigidity entered her slickness. 

Maureen interlaced her ankles behind Mr. Ingram and pulled him all the way in with one smooth motion. He felt the coolness of the little metal shoe buckles against his butt. His mind's eye saw Maureen's white dancer stilettos pressed hard against his hairy ass cheeks. His cock gave a single throb of elation inside its juicy tomb. Maureen felt it and sighed.

Mr. Ingram pulled and pushed mid-length strokes. The underlying surf washed its ebb and flo across the bed's expanse. Their position gave each partner a firm clutch on the other. They maneuvered their conjoined parts in exciting moves. They worked together, timing their strokes to the rhythm of the waves. Mr. Ingram and Maureen were slowly but surely getting their sought-after rise in heat. The satin sheets were slick on the water mattress. The black luster hid any shadows of wrinkles. Combined with the gentle sways, it gave the illusion of fucking in mid-air.

Mr. Ingram was nearing the satiation of his lust that he had inferred to Maureen in their setup to the scene. His breath was gusting and he heard her encouragements.

"Yes, sir...that's it...keep going...drill me deep...are you ready...cum in me...give me all of it...Yes...I want it...I Want It...I WANT IT...YEEES!"

Maureen felt the sperm pulses on her cervix and heard Mr. Ingram cry out. She squeezed everything everywhere. Her cunt contractions milked his cock. Her heels dug into his butt. Her thighs clamped his legs in a depth grip. She hugged him as hard as her arms were able. She sucked hard on his neck. Nice, she thought, in addition to cat and mermaid roles, I can claim 'boa-constrictor' as well. The pair-mates rested until Maureen broached the subject.

"So, do I get a screen test?"

Mr. Ingram elevated his head and shoulders on propped arms so he could speak seriously face-to-face.

"Well, I will recommend it. But there are many kinds of movies and many kinds of stars. And I said 'a round of interviews'. This was only one. Screen tests are not cheap and the studios are cautious about spending their money. They need a group consensus of the relevant players. 

"Let me help you out. I will try to get you interviews with the director, the script writers, the stage manager and his props crew, the camera crew, the sound crew, the lighting crew and, possibly, the caterers. If we're lucky, you can probably complete the round of interviews in a month or two. Then, the studio bosses will deliberate and decide. That's the way things work around here. I'm surprised your agent didn't tell you that."




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Maureen looked puzzled. Then her face brightened as she optimistically said "Okay, if you say so. I'll leave you my number so that the others can call me. Please make sure they say that you told them to call. I don't want to be fooled by jokers just wanting to screw me."

"I'll be sure they mention my name. That way you will know they're my colleagues."

Maureen nodded agreement and pulled Mr. Ingram's face back against her neck and ear. She cooed thanks as she rubbed his shoulders. She missed Mr. Ingram's broad grin of bewilderment. But Maureen did catch Mr. Ingram's broad sense of inventiveness during their improvised scene. Very impressive!

The background music continued until the intercom interrupted to announce dinner in thirty minutes. Impeded by satin sheets, water motion and slippery skin, Mr. Ingram and Maureen struggled to uncouple. Maureen discovered the wisdom of wearing heels in bed. She used them to brace herself upwards as Mr. Ingram drew himself down and out. A white trickle stained the blackness of the satin beneath her pussy.

Mr. Ingram found a tuxedo suit waiting for him in the attached dressing room. Maureen preened and re-dressed in her little mermaid sea green ballroom gown. With a final inspection and a celebratory kiss, they strolled from the studio to the dining room for the next raffle and reshuffle of pair-mates.



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After a splendid dinner, again served by topless junior classmates, Mrs. Smith began the reshuffling ceremony. She announced that the senior students would depart to assemble and arrange their evening costumes. Meanwhile, the gentlemen were invited to relax with coffee and brandy while awaiting their imminent return. Each gentleman would find a number beneath his placemat. 

Rather than a raffle, Mrs. Smith had slyly fashioned distinct pairings for this final evening of Father-Daughter Weekend. The assignments were based upon fetish feedback forms submitted by the fathers. Mrs. Smith had scripted scenarios with appropriate costumes and characteristics in response to the forms. Each senior student was briefed on the particular roles and duties necessary to fulfill her assigned male's 'dream-cum-true'.

As he downed the last swig of brandy, Mr. Clark found Number 4 written in bright red lipstick on the bottom of his placemat. Straightaway, the doors opened and the senor students paraded into the room. Each senior student wore a distinctive outfit. There was a white panty-hosed, uniformed nurse, a plaid-skirted schoolgirl, a coiffured blonde wearing a silky bare-back rack-mounting formal gown and a pirate wench in high leather boots and bandanna. Each costumed senior wore her satin choker with ID number. The gentlemen perused the diverse array of costumed women, seeking their numbered match and praying they had filled out their forms correctly. 

Suzy looked like she had just arrived from her day-time office job. She sported a chic short skirted wool business suit. A clinched waist and straining lapels hinted at her voluptuous figure beneath. The rest of her attire involved high heels, dark hose and brunette wavy hair pinned into a bun with a wooden pencil. Her satin choker read No 4. 

Suzy radiated merriment as Mr. Clark spied her number. His jaw dropped open. Suzy was the spitting image of Mr. Clark's new office assistant. These past few months, his assistant had unknowingly befuddled his concentration as he daydreamed of fucking her over his desk. This was his opportunity to act out his carnal urges without the bothersome workplace harassment nonsense. He made a bee-line across the room towards her.

Suzy extended her hand for a customary business handshake. Mr. Clark grabbed her extended hand as he swept past her and kept travelling toward the door. Suzy quick stepped behind him, her stride constrained by her thigh hugging pencil skirt. When Mr. Clark paused to open the door, Suzy looked back and palmed 'good-bye' to her classmates who were beguiling their own obsession-crazed males. Mr. Clark yanked Suzy through the portal and hustled her on to her upcoming 'night-job'.

Mr. Clark found Room No. 4. It had been furnished and arranged in an office setting. Mr. Clark towed Suzy inside. The door shut. Mr. Clark opened his fly and extracted his bursting erection. He lifted Suzy's skirt above her ass and hoisted her in his arms. He held her up against the back of the door. His tip found her slot and he pressed in. He was primed and raring to go.

Mr. Clark shoved his cock into Suzy as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He rammed her cunt repeatedly, battering the door with her ass. Suzy was making 'ugh' sounds with each hit. 

Suzy had been briefed about her potential mate's fetish fantasy but not his identity. She knew that her assignee for this fantasy session coveted his sexy new secretary. The journey down the corridor had been the inescapable culmination of Mr. Clark's months-long mental foreplay. She had learned to deal with quickies but this was very quick indeed.

Suzy played her role well. She hugged Mr. Clark's neck to support her weight and synchronized her hip rolls. She whispered in his ear in time with his thrusts.

"Oh... Mr. Clark... why did you... wait so long... I've wanted you... in me... ohh... that feels so... good... harder... please... harder... yes...so deep..."

Suzy was feeling her own heat rise. How long had Mr. Clark been bounced her against this door? Even though it was a surprise start, Suzy had caught up. Mr. Clark was getting her hot. Her pussy tingled and her ass throbbed from the reciprocating impacts of cock and door. 

Mr. Clark hugged Suzy tightly, crushing her generous chest-meat between them. His breath was gusting; his balls were ready to give their first flood of the evening to his 'secretary'. Mr. Clark closed his eyes as he felt semen pump from his prostrate and charge forth from his cock. The cum-ropes were potent. 

Suzy gasped aloud at the constricting hug then clenched her teeth as she felt Mr. Clark's semen splash in her womb. Her body shuddered but she suppressed any overt sound. She been briefed about his fantasy but until she heard from Mr. Clark directly about expectations for her behavior, she would contain her expressiveness. 

Mr. Clark rested his head on Suzy's shoulder as he held her against the door. His deflated prick slid from her wet tube. Mr. Clark lowered Suzy and she moved her legs from his waist to the floor. He stood back, tucked away his cock and zipped up. He moved to his desk. Mr. Clark sat in the high backed leather swivel chair behind the large oak desk. Suzy stood in front. His demeanor took on a professional air.

"Well, Suzy, that was a great way to start the night-shift. What's on the rest of our 'to-do' list? Let me see if you are complying with the mandatory company dress code."

Mr. Clark motioned Suzy to stand at his side. He swiveled towards her and unbuttoned her suit jacket. He flipped the panels open and slid his hands inside. After the exertions of their standing fuck, her full breasts were extra warm under the sheer blouse and bra. He palmed their heft and resiliency. Suzy remained expressionless and stoic during the caress. Mr. Clark pushed her lapels over her shoulders and off her arms. He unbuttoned her blouse, picking at each button. She helped him pull the tails out of the waistband. The blouse joined the jacket on the floor. Suzy's arms hung at her sides.

Mr. Clark resumed his manipulation of her bra-covered tit-meat. He palmed the masses upward and let them drop. They bounced, jiggled and settled in the elastic cups. He liked the motion and giggled as he played with her 'fun-bags' again and again. Finally bored with the game, he wanted to see the real deal.

Mr. Clark plucked the bra's front closure. The cups separated but still covered the orbs. He slid his thumbs beneath and twitched her hardened nubs. He flicked the lacy cups aside and was delighted to find large, dark areolae surrounding the erect flesh cylinders. His thumbs brushed the border between dark areolae and her creamy toned boob skin. The petite borderline bumps enlarged at his touch. Suzy shuddered under his touch and that set her boobs in jostle. 

Mr. Clark released his hold. He tapped the outsides of Suzy's tits with his fingers. The jelly-like flesh jittered. Mr. Clark leaned back in his chair. He smiled as Suzy shimmied her shoulders, setting up a back and forth flopping of her mammary twins. 

"I think our next 'to do' task is a desktop evaluation of your boob-job skills."

"Not quite yet, sir. You have to view our training video about secretaries and executive perks. The company proscribes extraordinary measures to deal with managers who hoard large staffs. It's my obligation to seek out those large staffs and apply those extraordinary measures."

Suzy opened a laptop on the blotter in front of Mr. Clark. She searched the directory and loaded a file as Mr. Clark didled with her hanging nipples. The file was a pornography video similar to thousands posted on the internet. This one showed a typical office scene with a boss and his secretary. The short skirted secretary leaned over to open a lower file drawer, exposing her shaved pussy between framing ass cheeks. The on-video boss took eager interest. Mr. Clark leaned in with equally eager interest. The boss looked a lot like him and the secretary looked a lot like his new office assistant.

Suzy pushed Mr. Clark's chair back until she could crawl into the leg space. She pulled the chair with the seated Mr. Clark back to the desk. He rested his elbows on the desk top cradling his chin in hands, immersed in the unfolding scene on the video.

Under the desk, Suzy worked Mr. Clark's zipper and extracted his semi-tumescent erection. It still smelled of their earlier coitus. She didn't care. Her tongue lapped the underside of his crown. Mr. Clark gave an approving moan. She kissed his tip and received more audio encouragement. Puckering, she scraped her lips over the crown and down the shaft, stopping when his knob filled the back of her mouth. Suzy tongued and sucked the embedded portion of Mr. Clark's erection. The rest was banging impatiently to get in. 

Onscreen, the video action had quickly evolved from the tit-fondling to the customary blowjob and on to a desktop missionary and then doggy-style fuck. The scenario continued towards the inevitable facial cum-shot. Under his own desk, Mr. Clark was fully erect and Suzy was doing a splendid job of right-sizing his staff.

Suzy could hear the video action progressing through its stages. She heard the onscreen boss grunt as he reamed his face-down secretary on the desktop. The laptop echoed smacks as he spanked her bare ass cheeks. The onscreen secretary was soon kneeling and wanking the boss. She warbled her joy and begged for the boss's cum-shot. 

Suzy timed her breaths and, taking a deep one, slid her lips all the way down Mr. Clark's cock, letting his knob enter her deeper throat cavity. Mr. Clark jumped in his seat but Suzy stayed locked on. Mr. Clark's cock throbbed in Suzy's mouth and he fed her his essence. Suzy backed off enough to slurp and lap, using tongue and suction to massage the shaft. After the ropes ceased spewing out, Suzy used strong suction to pull the residual spunk from Mr. Clark's sperm duct.

Suzy now felt cramped beneath the desk. She pushed Mr. Clark's chair back and crawled out. As she stood she saw that his head was laid back and his eyes closed in a tranquil pose. The onscreen secretary was licking goo off her face that had not dripped away. What a mess and what a waste, thought Suzy. She closed the laptop, putting it away in a drawer. She sat herself sideways on Mr. Clark's lap, rested her head on his shoulder and joined him in a nap.

Suzy stirred from her slumber. Mr. Clark had his eyes open watching her face. One of his hands kneaded her tit and the other her skirt covered ass cheek. She stretched her neck up and they kissed.

"Ready for more?" she asked.

"Always." he said.

"Want the tit-job now?"

"First, let's dispense with these unnecessary clothes. Then we will inventory your boobs before we test the utility of the furniture. After that...well...maybe the tit-job."

Mr. Clark pushed Suzy off his lap. She undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Kneeling, she removed his shoes and sox as he sat up and removed his shirt. He lifted his butt to allow room to slide off his pants. He sat naked. Suzy stood between his knees as he alternately suckled her nipples and buried his face in her magnificent cleavage. He leaned back to unbutton her skirt before sliding it and her panties down. She trotted them off her ankles. 

Mr. Clark resumed his facial inventory. Mr. Clark was quite talented as a boob-counter. He decided Suzy had two fine ones and would record that on the inventory. Suzy reveled in the caresses. His hands cupped and kneaded her ass. She held his head close and fingered the hairs on his neck. She kissed his scalp. Occasionally, he would trap a nub in his teeth and pull, stretching her tit-flesh outward. It was never painful and she let him play contentedly. It was still the middle of the night and they had plenty of time to carry on his fantasy.

Mr. Clark lifted his gaze to her face. They kissed. He leaned back, pulling her hips towards him. Suzy kneed up on the chair and straddled his legs, resting her butt on his thighs. Mr. Clark nipped at her nipples. He moved one hand between her thighs and swiped her cunt. It was moist. He put the finger to her lips and she sucked it clean.

Mr. Clark suddenly got to his feet, callously dumping Suzy off his lap. He turned her around and pushed her head and naked chest down on the desk. Suzy widened her stance when he tapped hard against her stiletto heels. Even in her heels, Suzy's ass was lower than Mr. Clark's bobbing erection. He squatted and fixed his knob against her moist entrance. He drove in hard until his swinging balls hit her clitoris. 

Fully planted, Mr. Clark straightened his legs and lifted Suzy's feet off the floor. She was slung aloft in a secure three point stance: cunt and palms.

Mr. Clark reached under and cupped Suzy's hanging tits. He kneaded and massaged the globes, pinching the nipples hard enough to get a squeak from the vulnerable woman. He rocked his hips but Suzy swung unanchored. He was unable to thrust, his cock locked securely within her vagina. Suzy was unable to assist with any movement; her feet were dangling and she had no way to brace for counter-motion.

Mr. Clark pushed forward until Suzy's thighs rested against the desktop. She gripped the far side of the desk to gain some control of her situation. She pulled her stomach and thighs up on the desk edge. She rested her gripped boobs on the blotter. She had purchase and could hold steady as Mr. Clark revved up the action.

Mr. Clark started long slow strokes, testing the balance of the position, using her trapped tits as handles. Satisfied that Suzy would be able to take his thrusts, Mr. Clark increased the tempo. He jackhammered long solid jolts. Suzy's spongy ass cushioned his groin on each cycle. 

Suzy grunted in time as her clitoris rubbed the polished veneer. She laid her cheek against the cool surface and closed her eyes. 

Mr. Clark kept up the rhythm until Suzy heard his throat rumbling and finally felt him spew his essence inside her. She smiled. Mr. Clark laid his weight on her back. After a short pause, he leaned up and righted her on her feet. Holding a hand which had recently held her tit, she led him to the office sofa. 

Mr. Clark collapsed in the seat and Suzy crawled in his lap. She sat sidesaddle and pecked at his neck as she lay over him. Mr. Clark brushed a nipple with his thumb and nuzzled her head in turn. Dawn was beginning its soft glow through the draped windows.

"It will soon be time for breakfast. We should shower and clean up a bit."

Suzy nuzzled his neck one more time in agreement and reluctantly got off his lap. After a refreshing cleanup and preening, Suzy re-donned her stiletto heels and business suit, omitting panties, bra and blouse. Mr. Clark approved of her choice. However, when she buttoned her jacket, Mr. Clark disapproved of that. He unbuttoned the coat and let the panels hang loose. Suzy's well-rounded cleavage was on display and sometimes her areolae peeked out when she moved.

The pair headed off to the dining room for nourishment and reassignment. Suzy bounced down the corridors in unrestrained freedom and uncontained glee.



Total Woman Mentors 06



The Sunday morning breakfast buffet was spread along one side of the dining room as the Father-Daughter pairs moseyed in for another round of re-pairing. It was the last day of this year's Total Woman Academy Father-Daughter Weekend. The final pairings would be made by father-daughter swapping with mutual consent.

Coffee was the sought after elixir as the disheveled looking couples were showing the wear and tear of non-stop fucking throughout the weekend. Over their mugs of java, Mr. Arnold and Evelyn scanned the room. Mr. Arnold had just spent a rollicking night with Evelyn. He was very impressed with all of the daughters' acquired proficiency in human gratification. Other senior students before Evelyn had given him delicious samples from the TWA Poise buffet. Oh...but Evelyn had been a special delicacy.

They had started with a dramatic strip down. Evelyn had pretended resistance which a bulky Mr. Arnold had easily overcome. He had literally torn her clothes off. The sturdier elastics of Evelyn's bra and panties had succumbed to scissors. The follow-up sex had been earthy and crude. The tenor had intensified through the succeeding sessions, the sex becoming ever more animalistic. Evelyn writhed harder at Mr. Arnold's successive escalations. Their fervors rose with each successful conquest and unconditional surrender. Evelyn had savored it all. Even now, her pussy retained tingles of the ecstasies. Mr. Arnold was in a similar state of latent afterglow.

After the shredding, Evelyn's clothes were unserviceable. For her journey to breakfast, she had found a discarded tuxedo shirt to wear. The buttons were missing but it shrouded her shoulders and tits, leaving her unfettered central cleavage on display. The see-through fabric brushed her nipples, exciting them into alluring dark disks with prominent bumps. Mr. Arnold approved. Her demeanor and presentation gave him negotiating clout in the coming freeform-swaps with the other fathers.

Across the room, Mr. Arnold spotted the pair of Oriental twins dressed in abbreviated schoolgirl costumes. They were coyly giggling with two Fathers as they munched on small servings from the buffet. Mr. Arnold liked the idea of spending his last day with nubile twins. 

Evelyn swayed and sashayed beside Mr. Arnold as they crossed the room. The fathers stopped their chatter and paid attention to the springy Evelyn. They hardly noticed Mr. Arnold. The twins saw his approach and gave him big smiles with their hands coyly crossed in front of their short plaid skirts.

"Good morning, sir" they said in unison.

"Good morning young ladies. May we join you?"

"Oh, yes, sir" said one. "We were just thanking Mr. Walden and Mr. Moore for their help last night with our Transitions. They were very generous with their time and talents."

Mr. Arnold's face brightened. "So you have already been tutored by these gentlemen? Does that mean you two would be amenable to join me for rest of the day?"

The twins looked at each other and gave a united gleeful hop.

"Both of us! Oh, could we? Together? That would be fantastic!"

Mr. Arnold suddenly remembered that Evelyn was standing next to him. He looked searchingly at Mr. Walden and Mr. Moore for help in finding a male-mate for Evelyn. Mr. Walden laughed.

"I think I can be of assistance here. Mr. Moore, let me introduce my daughter, Evelyn."

Evelyn extended her hand to Mr. Moore whose face lit up at the prospect. She held his hand longer than a normal handshake. Mr. Moore responded with a snugger grip, signaling his interest in continuing this chance meeting.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Moore. Your daughter Suzy has told us all about you. Everyone wants a pairing with you."

"I don't know what Suzy told you but I hope that I can live up to the legend."

"Suzy boasted that you are very forceful in the bedroom, harsh in word and deed. She made you sound stern, domineering and manly. Would that be true?"

Mr. Moore stared into Evelyn's eyes. She locked his gaze. Mr. Moore continued to hold Evelyn's hand as his other reached for her lapel. He flicked it aside and uncovered her breast. 

"Well, yes, that's quite true. If you want to experience dominant sexual virility, then I'm your man. I specialize in dark scenarios."

Mr. Moore hefted Evelyn's boob and squeezed firmly. Her eyes squinted and her mouth opened to emit a moan that she quickly repressed. Mr. Moore tightened his squeeze.

"Are dark scenarios appealing to you? Are you ready for that?" 

Evelyn's tongue-tip moistened her lips as she prepared to accept his proposition. Mr. Walden interjected. 

"Of course, my daughter is ready for that. Feel free to stretch her boundaries with your masculine vigor. I certainly didn't hold back yesterday when I filled your daughter Suzy with my expertise. I schooled her to exhaustion as she absorbed my carnal coaching. That's the purpose of this weekend: 'genuine life encounters replicating the real world'."

Evelyn smiled meekly and lowered her eyes. This swap was sure to happen and she thanked her lucky stars for the opportunity to train with Mr. Moore. Her legs and hips swayed hungrily as she dangled impatiently in Mr. Moore's grasp and gaze.

Mr. Moore seemed satisfied with the mutual invitation to offer his expertise. He released Evelyn's tit but maintained a tight grasp on her hand.

"So, Mr. Arnold, do we have a swap-deal here?"

Mr. Arnold addressed Mr. Walden. "If I get the twins, the answer is yes. But what will you do?" 

Mr. Walden shrugged non-committal but agreed to hand over his twin.

Mr. Moore said farewell to the rest of their small group. One Oriental twin gave Mr. Moore dual cheek busses as she thanked him again for his awesome assistance. 

Mr. Walden saw where Evelyn's breast disclosed the pink blotches of Mr. Moore's introductory clutch. He gave his daughter a playful butt smack and snickered.

"Be good, Evelyn, and be courteous to Mr. Moore. Follow his discipline and learn his ways...not that you'll have a choice, I'm sure." 

Mr. Moore piloted the boob-exposed Evelyn across the room and onwards to their forthcoming encounter. Mr. Walden and Mr. Arnold watched Evelyn shuffle away and then turned their attention back to their own affairs. 

It was time for Mr. Walden to say his own farewells. The other twin buzzed Mr. Walden's cheeks as she thanked him for his awesome assistance. He shook Mr. Arnold's hand.

"It was nice to meet you, Mr. Arnold. Thanks for helping my daughter last night. I hope she furnished you a proper illustration of TWA flair. Now I need to work the room and scoop up a loner for my last pair-mate of the weekend. Have a good time with the twins. They're a handful...well, actually two handfuls but you'll soon see that for yourself. Au revoir." 

Finally left alone with his current responsibilities, Mr. Arnold turned his attention to the Oriental twins. They stood patiently attentive before him. He scanned them up and down. Their straight-cut bangs framed almond eyes and their black silky hair hung to mid-back. The white blouses were buttoned but loosely covered the promise of moderate breasts beneath. The shirt tails were tied in front, exposing their navels. The plaid skirts were sassy short and low hip. Their black heels were mid-height and staid enough to pass for school shoes with the attending frilly white sox.

Mr. Arnold stretched his arms high and wide, feeling his muscles' weary tautness from the selfless coaching burdens he had endured all weekend. He reached his arms around the twins' waists and drew them into a one-arm hug on either side. His hands dipped beneath the short skirt hems and palmed firm ass cheeks, only partially covered by silky panties. The twins giggled at his swift familiarity.

"So...what do I call my enchanting pair of playmates?"

"I'm Zuki and this is my twin sister, Zoey. Thank you for agreeing to see us together. The raffles kept matching us with separate partners. We were afraid we would be split up again. But, at last, we can learn together as a duet. Maybe we could go to a classroom and study human anatomy. You could teach us how to behave in class and assign us extra credit homework."

Intrigued, Mr. Arnold gave that suggestion serious thought. But he'd been cooped up inside all weekend. Even with the plentitude of amusing housemates, he still felt a touch of cabin-fever. He wanted fresh air and sunlight.

"No, I think it's time for recess. Let's find the outdoor playground and fitness equipment. You can relieve my stiffness as I study your tightness and flexibility."

The arm-in-arm trio promenaded outdoors to the poolside fitness area. There stood sturdy wood, metal and plastic training stations semi-circling a cushioned ground surface. The adjacent pool deck held chaises, shower and towel cabanas. The girls collected towels and placed a chaise in position for Mr. Arnold to relax and scan the fitness area. After he was comfortably reclined, Zuki and Zoey kicked off their shoes and sox and proceeded to Station One, a row of horizontal bars at descending heights. They did a few rounds of chin-ups while playfully boosting each other's barely covered butts on the last tries. They fell in a laughing heap at the end of each round. 

Next was Station Two, the balance beam. Zuki stepped gingerly along its entire length but Zoey did a handstand midway that flashed her white panties towards Mr. Arnold's admiring gaze. 

Station Three was more play-like with a tall stairs and a long adult slide. The friction-prone surface tugged their panties into 'wedgies' and displayed prominent cameltoes as they dismounted at the bottom. Unperturbed, the twins cycled several rounds before moving on to Station Four, trapeze swings. Most of that time was spent inverted as they swung from hooked knees; their hair brushing the ground. The skirts flopped down and the bunched panties did little to conceal alluring butts and cunts.

Mr. Arnold decided to join them on Station Five, the calisthenics benches. The twins' blouses were tainted with perspiration. Mr. Arnold directed them to remove the damp tops. The twins exceeded his instructions by removing their bras as well. They regarded each other and shrugged. Off came the scrunched up panties as well. At first, Mr. Arnold admired their initiative. Then he admired their physiques.

Truly, Zuki and Zoey were identical twins. Their tits were the same moderate size though pronounced on their lithe frames. Each conical mass represented a respectable 'handful', partially satisfying Mr. Walden's cautionary counsel. Their nipples were rose colored points, with youthful firmness and little cylindrical nubs. Below those, trim bellies and shaved pussies revealed generous cunt lips. Mr. Arnold imagined that those fleshy outer lips concealed juicy inner folds. He expected to prove that theory very soon.

What was good for the geese was good for the gander. Mr. Arnold doffed his own clothes and joined the young ladies in a state of unencumbered freedom. Zuki's eyes went wide and she whispered a quiet 'ugh oh' warning to Zoey. Zoey was nonplused; she had concurrently spied Mr. Arnold's outsized manhood dangling flaccid between his legs. In Eastern philosophy, this was the classic case of a crisis becoming an opportunity. The twins were presented with a challenge but equally a chance for them to exercise teamwork.

Mr. Arnold leaned into Zuki's face and laid a suave kiss on her lips. She responded with a tongue tease and maintained contact. Mr. Arnold steadied Zuki by holding her shoulders and they deepened the interchange. Zuki's hands caressed his cheeks. He closed his eyes. Unseen, Zoey cradled Mr. Arnold's shaft in her palm. Semi-flaccid, the knob still rested on her wrist, even with her fingers extended out flat. She smoothed her other hand along the top of the stiffening shaft. It bobbled gently between her caressing digits.

Zuki pulled back and Mr. Arnold turned his attention to Zoey. He held her shoulders and bestowed the same style of kiss he had imparted on her sister. Zoey held Mr. Arnold's face in her soft hands as Zuki took over the foreplay duty on Mr. Arnold cock. The elegantly executed "handoff" between Zoey and Zuki would have made a track coach proud. Their pace never faltered.

Mr. Arnold was getting larger and his cock projected horizontal on its own strength. Zuki knelt for a closer look and a bashful taste. Her tongue scraped the underside of the formidable crown. The rod bopped up at her lingual touch and she lost oral contact. Seeking a securer mount, she took the knob and some of the shaft inside her mouth. She 'painted' Mr. Arnold's under-crown and this time the roof of her mouth held the jittering shaft in contact. Zuki stroked her tongue tip repeatedly. She felt the shaft increase its diameter, more fully filling her oral cavity with solid cock. She used both hands to surround the exposed portion of the shaft and re-instigated the axial caress.

Mr. Arnold and Zoey had ceased their face-sucking activities and watched from above as Zuki attuned her techniques to the super-engorged Mr. Arnold. Despite the pleasure Mr. Arnold was receiving, he wanted to escalate the action. He grasped Zuki's hair, drew her off his rod and hauled her up to standing.

"Let's try something different. Get some towels to cushion the exercise bench. One of you can mount me while I lie on my back."

When Mr. Arnold was lying in position on the towel draped bench, the twins stood by awaiting his selection. Mr. Andrew let a moment pass then raised an eyebrow in their direction. The girls understood that he would not choose one or the other. That was their decision.

The twins retreated a distance and exchanged heated whispers. Each pointed at the other and shook their heads, daring the other to go first. It was an impasse but divine guidance intervened. The god of rock-paper-scissors decreed that Zoey would go first. The chosen one accepted the verdict and stoically walked to Mr. Arnold's reclining bulk. A relieved Zuki followed behind ready to assist.

Mr. Arnold reached between Zoey's thighs and fingered her inner cunt lips. He found some moisture but worked to draw out more. Zoey's body responded cooperatively. She was silently grateful for his initiative. The fluid flow would help ease the struggle to impale her pussy on Mr. Arnold's erection.

Her team-mate Zuki lent a hand as the freshly lubed Zoey swung her leg across Mr. Arnold and rested her petite ass on his brawny upper thighs. His erection lay heavily on his stomach. Zoey scrunched forward and lifted her cunt high above the base of Mr. Arnold's cock. Zuki used both hands to tilt his erection skyward and it still barely fit beneath Zoey as she stood on her tiptoes to maximize her elevation. His tip slit contacted her cunt slit. Zuki wiggled them together, trying to facilitate cross-lubrication and properly align the parts.

Zoey held her breath and bore down. The crest of the crown pushed in. She waggled her hips to adjust the alignment and encourage her vaginal elasticity to acclimate. Zuki held Zoey's arm and shoulder, balancing Zoey in her shaky position. Zoey took another breath and pushed down some more. Mr. Arnold's corona moved wholly inside her oily pink entrance. Another breath and another heave drew in more length. Her vagina was spreading in good order. It was a very tight fit but the mission seemed feasible. 

Mr. Arnold watched the proceedings unfold. Zoey was so fucking tight! He would have preferred a quicker start but he saw that the team was making steady progress. He resisted the urge to jog his hips and speed things up. The twins were trying their best and he was content with their efforts. 

More than half his length was in when he felt a barrier tap his tip. Zoey paused. Mr. Arnold had bottomed out against her cervix. She was now low enough to slant her body and brace her hands on Mr. Arnold's abs. The support gave her enough of a stance to oscillate her hips, brushing her cervix around the knob's crown buried deep in her core. Mr. Arnold moaned. Zoey knew how to give good vibrations and they made his cock twitch. His hands rested on Zoey's thighs and he nodded his approval through closed eyes. 

Zoey continued the moves, testing different styles of pressure and rhythm. Mr. Arnold gave her spontaneous feedback through the volume and span of his groans and moans. She noted the sharper louder ones and returned to those preferred patterns after experimental forays elsewhere.

Mr. Arnold was climbing his sensual mountain and the peak was rapidly approaching. He wanted his cock completely in when he crested the summit. As the time approached, he prepared. Just at the final moment, he gripped Zoey's thighs, jogged his hips aggressively and punched his knob through her inner constriction. He felt her cervical orifice slide past his corona as he buried his cock completely inside. Mr. Arnold bellowed and ejaculated in her inner womb. The sperm ropes spewed out accompanied by his violent hip pops that shook them both. 

Zoey cried out with surprise but not pain at the final thrust. Further wailing cries followed immediately as her orgasm burst forth, triggered by the last lunge and the molten flood of sperm. Zoey's ecstatic cunt contractions kneaded the length of Mr. Arnold's rod inside her. The fuck-mates were oblivious to all but the sensations in their groins.

Eventually, their breathing calmed and centered as they returned to the here and now. Mr. Arnold felt drips of perspiration on his chest where they fell from the tip of Zoey's nose. Her eyes opened. He smiled and relaxed. His hands cupped, bounced and kneaded her slippery boobs. Zoey let him play. Her whole body was drenched from her pleasurable labors. They waited through Mr. Arnold's post-coitus deflation. Finally they uncoupled and the reduced diameter shaft slid easily from her slick tube. It lay peacefully limp over Mr. Arnold's abs.

Zuki covered Mr. Arnold with clean towels to hold off any uncomfortable chill. Zoey rinsed off under the outdoor pool shower. The twins kneeled next to the tranquil Mr. Arnold, gently touching and stroking exposed legs and arms as they cleverly extended his post-orgasmic glow. Mr. Arnold experienced twilight dreams as his testosterone induced high leisurely dissipated. Finally calmed, he opened his eyes and blinked into wakefulness.

"Mr. Arnold, how do you feel?"

"Wonderful...exhilarated...refreshed."

"That's good. We still have half a day left. Can you sit up?"

Mr. Arnold swung his legs astraddle the bench and pulled his torso upright. The twins helped him stand. They led him around the gym equipment to the parallel bars at Station One. They walked him along the row, gauging his height against the height of the stepped bars. Zuki decided on a particular spot.

"I think this is about right. Mr. Arnold, would you please stand here while I check?"

Zuki sat on the bar facing away and then hooked her feet and knees as she let her body swing down. She was inverted facing Mr. Arnold. Zoey moved him forward until his cock bumped Zuki's breast bone. Zoey shook her head.

"Sorry, sister, wrong one. He's taller than we thought."

Zuki pivoted up and dismounted. She moved to the next higher bar and repeated her mount and swing back. Zoey moved Mr. Arnold into position and the twins were satisfied that Zuki's mouth was level with the base of Mr. Arnold prick. Mr. Arnold took hold of the bar and waited. His nose was assaulted by her vaginal aroma. Zuki wrapped her arms behind his butt and slurped his manhood into her mouth.

At this starting point, Mr. Arnold was not as long and round as he had been during her previous trial tasting. But that was changing quickly. She employed head strokes along his semi-tumescent meat as her lingual stimulations garnered results. Zuki used her grip on Mr. Arnold's butt cheeks to lever her head in longer strokes. His warm fleshy rod was now long enough to bump her throat. Zuki knew there was more to come. She understood her assignment. Apparently, Mr. Arnold was also perceptive to the prospects. He leaned his chest on the bar between Zuki's knees to free his hands.




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Mr. Arnold took hold of Zuki's head and helped her lengthen and deepen her strokes. Her body swayed in a regular beat under the suspension bar. On one occasion, Mr. Arnold pulled her face completely to his groin and held her there. Zuki swallowed and pulsed around the knob that had entered her throat. After a few moments, Zoey stepped in and gently signaled Mr. Arnold to let up. Zuki pulled back but retained the knob in her mouth as she breathed gusts of air through her nose. Re-oxygenated, she commenced the next session by twirling her tongue around the crown. Short, then longer head-bobs ensued as the pair returned to their established pace. When Mr. Arnold felt the tingling return, he pulled Zuki in again and held her still as she massaged his knob with her throat. The moment that Zoey judged her sister needed air, she signaled another pause. Mr. Arnold let up and Zuki repeated her routine. 

Five more times the conjoined lovers moved through the repetitions. Finally, Mr. Arnold tensed and growled, shooting off after a pull back and filling Zuki's mouth with milky sperm. Unable to swallow up against gravity, she let the fluid spill from the corners of her mouth, dripping off her cheeks, filling the air with its musty odor as it dripped in her hair and onto the ground.

Mr. Arnold released Zuki's head and gripped the bar for support. He planted an 'atta-girl' kiss on Zuki's musky cunt lips. Zuki executed a neat dismount. Now upright, she used fingers to wipe the latent cum from her face and swallowed the goo.

Mr. Arnold had less of an afterglow this time and simply rested on the end of the adult slide. Zuki and Zoey wiggled themselves onto a brawny spread thigh and leaned their heads on his shoulders. Despite the workouts, wear and tear, they still exuded a floral scent of nubile innocence. Mr. Arnold put his arms around their shoulders as they cuddled. The girls rested their hands on his limp dick and twittered it.

Zuki snuggled her face against Mr. Arnold's cheek. He turned towards her and they kissed. Zoey murmured a jealous protest. Mr. Arnold turned and assuaged her envy. Zuki snuggled harder, wanting more. Despite the newly active hands on his genitals, he was nt fully responding, fatigued by the long weekend of sex play. Mr. Arnold wasn't sure how much more he could give. 

Zuki sat higher as she talked strategy with Zoey. Her nipple came within range and Mr. Arnold impulsively suckled the pert cone. He nipped the nub with his teeth, held on and pulled back. The tit mass lifted and elongated. He let it loose and the globe dropped and settled to its normal broad cone shape. Mr. Arnold stretched his neck to capture her other aureole for fair and balanced treatment. Back and forth he cycled. Sometimes he lapped the areolae with his rough textured tongue. That usually received a whimper of approval.

Zoey murmured another jealous protest and Mr. Arnold granted her petition. He nipped and nibbled, lapped and suckled, achieving moaning responses from Zoey, too. Then back to Zuki for second helpings of her boob banquet. The twins were not idle partakers of the caresses. They shared time stroking Mr. Arnold's cock as it returned to life and rose in their hands. 

Mr. Arnold was fully engaged in oral stimulation, moving from tit to tit and mouth to mouth as he enjoyed slavering kisses on the twins in all the right places. The girls were stroking him briskly and he noted a tingling in his balls. Without warning, he jetted his spunk into the void between their torsos, splattering everyone's stomach with his creamy essence. The accompanying orgasm swashed between his loins and his head. The twins continued to stroke until Mr. Arnold signaled for them to still their hands. 

Zuki and Zoey continued to show devotion to his rapidly deflating manhood. They eased it down gently until it rested flaccid again over his scrotum. Mr. Arnold took in a cleansing breath and exhaled slowly. He grabbed hard on each twins available ass cheek.

"Well, young ladies, that's it for me. I have finally reached my limit. But Mr. Walden was right. You two are a handful." 

He squeezed hard again. 

"No, make that...two handfuls."

He smacked the spot of the grip and pushed them to stand. At that moment, the intercom announced that all Father-Daughters should assemble in the dining room in thirty minutes for closing ceremonies. The trio took the remaining time to shower off at the pool before redressing for the closing ceremonies. 

Mr. Arnold led his playmates back inside where the fathers and daughters were straggling in. 

Mr. Moore entered soon after, trailed by a disheveled Evelyn. Apparently, the encounter had been a success. A silver leash chain swung between Mr. Moore's hand and Evelyn's leather collared neck. Her wrists and ankles still wore the leather restraint cuffs. Evelyn's exposed breasts revealed an all-over rosy flush. Her hair and makeup were a mess. Her expression was stoic and subdued. 

Evelyn's father, Mr. Walden, looked pleased that his daughter was getting the full scope of the TWA curriculum. The tuition fees were money well spent.

Mrs. Smith held a clipboard and checked off the attendees as they entered. When everyone was assembled, she started the closing ceremonies.

"Welcome to our final get-together. This weekend represents the transition of your daughters from graduating Senior Students into Total Women. On behalf of the faculty, staff and students of Total Woman Academy; we thank all the fathers for their participation and assistance. As a final activity, please say farewell to your several partners. We hope to see you back for Graduation Festivities in a few months. I will be available now for questions and feedback or you can contact me later if you prefer. Goodbye and safe journeys back to your hearths, homes and families."

The crowd began milling around, mingling with their weekend mates. Final hugs, handholds and cheek buzzes animated the small groups. The murmur of laughter, farewells and thanks filled the room. Evelyn sought out Mr. Rubin. She still wore her cuffs, collar, leash and rosy topless glow. 

"Mr. Rubin, I'm still so sorry we didn't have time for my deep oral demonstration. I know you really wanted to cum down my throat before we parted. Let's talk to Mrs. Smith and see if I can take care of that before you leave."

Mr. Smith listened to Evelyn's earnest request and checked her watch.

"Oh, dear me, Evelyn. There simply won't be enough time today. However, we have an upcoming Freewill Weekend later this month. Perhaps I can arrange for Mr. Rubin to be invited for the Guest Coach roster. He will be required to rotate among the attending students per his schedule. But I'm sure I can arrange a time slot on his schedule for your deep oral demonstration."

Evelyn thanked Mrs. Smith for the consideration. 

Mrs. Smith turned to Mr. Rubin. "I hope that's satisfactory; it's the best I can do for now."

Mr. Rubin smiled broadly and voiced his agreement. Evelyn courteously escorted Mr. Rubin towards the exit. 

"Mr. Rubin, am I really going to see you back here in a few weeks?

"Absolutely."

"Promise? Please don't let me down.""

"It's a promise. I'll be here."

At the front portico, Evelyn gave Mr. Rubin a last peck on the lips. 

Mr. Rubin joined the string of melancholy fathers. Everyone sauntered unaccompanied to their waiting limousines. They were returning to their gloomy work-a-day lives. 

Mr. Rubin was not as sad as the others. His cock twitched and pulsed as he daydreamed of his impending return for Freewill Weekend at the Total Woman Academy. And Evelyn...