Summer School

[Vikingboy]

He looked deep into her eyes and saw the doubt there. Arousal and hesitance, desire for adventure and fear of failure. This was undoubtedly the first time she had been questioned i this way. She had always been in control of the boys, calling the shots, who got to touch her, who she'd touch.

This was different and she is beginning to lose her grip, give up her control, flounder in the deep waters of letting go.

He growled, "Let me explain it to you, Cynthia Ann" He made it sound like a kindness, a gentle correction. "I want to know what you need to feel...to feel my touch on your body, my lips, my hands, my teeth, my tongue, helping you to reach the orgasm that is burning in you. you need my voice, my willpower, to take control of you. you need me to tell you what to do, force you to give in, make you cum.

"Don't you?"

He smiled down at her as his hands contnued to press against her, one on her thighs --- so close to her sex ----, the other on her breasts.

"And all you need to do is say, 'Please, Mr. Merullo, take me there,' and it can happen for you.

"All you need to say is, 'I am yours, Sir,' and I will own you for the next weeks. Then I will teach you what you need to know."

 

[EbonyVenus]

Janice pulled in front of her husbands little play pen and smiled, she had gotten off work a little early and wanted to talk to Lennie about some things, but knew how he hated phone to interrupt his ‘ teaching’ so she had decided to stop by and speak with him before going home.

As she open the door she could hear him speaking to someone. She smiled feeling her chocolate nipples respond to the sound of his voice, his voice always had the power to make her body tingle. As she moved though the door she stood silently watching Lennie weave his magic around the poor young girl. This one was more beautiful then the last, with long blonde hair and green eyes and a body that caused men wet dreams. As Janice watched Lennie hands caress the girl her own body responded, she felt that sudden moistness between her chocolate brown thighs, and long to have her husband bury his hard cock into her wetness..

Lennie continued to weave his web, "All you need to say is, 'I am yours, Sir,' and I will own you for the next weeks. Then I will teach you what you need to know."

Janice moaned inwardly, she really had to find her a new play toy at the firm, and soon.
She watched the girl struggle with the inner fire, he was pushing her hard. She was ready to submit, but didn’t know what she was submitting, or how to submit. Janice liked this one she had fire, but was not easily taken. Janice thought she would give the girl a little help, and loudly cleared her throat, gaining their full attention.

 

[Vikingboy]

Lennie Merullo

He heard the soft roll of the tires i the drive and knew it could only be one person: Janice.

As the door slid quietly open, Lennie glanced over his shoulder. His succulent wife, looking as hot and as horny as could be, stood there. She cleared her throat and slipped in.

Lennie silently shook his head. He wanted Cynthia to answer the questions first. Once she did, then Lennie could take his sweet time and Janice, his gorgeous "African Queen", could watch him take his new girl's virginity.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cynthia

The heat of his hand against the burning skin of her upper thigh makes her ache, deep inside. She can feel his pulse in his grip, her own pulse in the swollen, hungry little organ so close to his fingertips.

Her nipples have hardened painfully, his other hand kneading the soft swell of the underside of one breast, forcing its stiff peak relentlessly against the lace of her bra. She bites her lip listening to his words, to the gentle insistent tone of his voice in her ears.

She needed to come. She needed that aching wash of bliss to flood her body, starting deep in her belly and pulsing outward, her pussy tightening, clenching in response and drawing a soft moan from her parted lips. Moving her hips, she tries to thrust against his hand and he evades her with a warning pinch, hard, to that tender breast.

“Mr. Merullo,” her hesitant, shaking voice barely resembled her own. “Please, take me there.”

Even as the words slip through her need swollen lips she’s hears the soft clearing of a throat from the doorway and she stiffens in his arms, turning her head in that direction, wide eyes taking in the beauty of the woman posed in the doorway even as shame, hot and red, suffuses her face. Pulling away, pushing back against him she finds herself trapped between his strong thighs and the desk, her shame hitting a new peak as he holds her there, gentle but firm.

“Finish it, Cynthia Ann,” his voice, firm, decisive yet quiet at her ear as she shakes her head, struggling against him. The grip on her breast becomes cruel, demanding her obedience even as the other slides between her thighs, stroking that greedy, wanton nub between her legs to tumultuous hunger.

“No!” she cries, arching her back, waves of delight flooding her belly, making a mockery of the word.

“Never…never…ever…” each word is followed by a hard, long stroke against her clit, “say no to me, Cynthia Anne. Now... finish it.”

She feels her knees wobble, the warm aching flood of arousal stealing her breath away even as it leaves it’s unquestionable path in a rush of wetness that covers her thighs. Heat pulses rhythmically within, demanding release and she groans, a soft pleading moan.

“I’m yours, Sir,” so quiet, the soft whisper of her capitulation, so loud the language of her need.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Janice

Janice watched as her husband gently pressed the young girl. His persistence was one of the reasons she had married him. When Lennie wanted something there was nothing or no one that could stop him. And now he wanted Cynthia Ann. The girl was like putty in his strong hands, waiting for him to mold her.

Janice eyes darkness with a need of her own as she watched her husband hand, knowing how they could bring you bliss as well as painful pleasure. That special warmth started between her chocolate brown thighs. When she looked into Cynthia eyes and saw the moment she realized that she was his, she smiled, remembering how she how many men she had done this exact same thing to. Yes she would talk to Lennie and then…. She smiled who knows

 

[Vikingboy]

as He rubbed the little teaser's clit, He whispered, "Since you are Mine, Cynthia Ann, you must give yourself tortally to Me, doing whatever I say while you are here. It will hurt and t will take you places you have never dreamed of. your tears and your surrender will bring you pleasures you cannot imagine."

He turned her around in His arms and looked deep in her eyes. His hands never left her body, stroking, teasing, dipping under her skirt to stroke her soaked panties and then up to pinch her erect nipples. He brought His mouth to her ear and said, "Do you see Her. She will not touch you unless I say she can. But you will serve her when I tell you too. She will see this today and will know everything. you will address her as "Miss" just as you will address Me as "Sir." Now, Cynthia Ann, it is time for your first test. Strip naked and show Me your body, every inch of it."

He stepped back and watched. The girl's eyes only widened slightly. They were sharp, filled with lust. And her hands moved to her blouse to serve her Teacher's every wish.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyn

Cyn was beyond caring, beyond shame, beyond all coherent thought, her young body aching with tension and a wanton hunger that was indescribable. Her eyes wandered to the beautiful ebony woman in the doorway, marking the erotic passion shining in the depths of her chocolate eyes and felt acceptance flood her soul.

“Strip naked and show me your body. Every inch of it,” his tone, the cadence of his words blew through her with tidal force, her fingers jumping to the buttons of her blouse, all but ripping them of in her need to obey.

One by one, she unfastened the buttons feeling the sheer, warm silk brush across her skin like butterfly wings to pool at her feet, the thrust of her breasts beneath the silk and lace of her bra proud, aching and trembling with each soft breath. The heated slither of her skirt over her taut, lithe thighs joins the silken pool at her feet and she stands before him, trembling, her eyes downcast, her body throbbing with arousal, before him.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Janice

Janice watched the girl slowly reveal herself. It was like watching a butterfly immerge from a cocoon, and what a beautiful cocoon it was. Her young full breast begged to be touched and tasted. Lennie was right she would never touch one of his young pupils without permission just as he would never touch any of her interns. Janice couldn’t help but smile. The girl was now proud to show the body that minutes ago she was ashamed of. There was something about the power of pleasure that made innocent shy young girls turn into sluts.

Janice casually leaned against the door jam, watching her husband’s facial reactions. Yeah Lennie was really enjoying Cynthia Ann strip tease; he couldn’t wait to get his hand on the young girl. Perhaps she would stop by her old interns place on the way home to ease some own sexual aches.

 

[Vikingboy]

Lennie stood back and admired His new girl. Cynthia was as advertised...pert fuill breasts, hard nipples, a flat belly and just the sparest covering on her sex. She stood, embarrassed, legs slightly pressed togerher, her hands alternately covering her breasts or at her side, finger tips mocing nervously. She gazed at the floor.

He heard a sigh from behind him and turned to see Janice's hand stealing own to caress her sex while she gazed hungrily at Cynthia. "This could be fun," he mused to himselkf. Seldom did his wanton wife get this aroused. He recalled one other time...a night at a Swing Cub when He took a young redhead in front of the entire party. Janice had watched avidly and later had alternated between fucking him on top and using her strap-on on the redhead. The girl had escaped with a few bruises and as night to remember. He had the feeling that Cynthia just might be in for a similar game down the road.

But for know, He wanted her attention and her obedience. Time to get a bit more serious.

"Very good, Cynthia Ann. Now, I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl to Me." He sat in his desk chair, and slowly opened His jeans, letting his 9" cock out. He looked at Cynthia sharply. "Now, Cynthia Ann, I haven't got all day, nor have you."

He looked at his wife and said "Janice, why don't you come over here, kneel on the floor and watch?"

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cynthia

Her ears burn with the words he speaks, her soul trembling beneath the current of humiliation that burns beneath the arousal that takes precedence. Hesitantly, with a sensuality she is unaware of, she drops to her knees, the floor gritty and cool beneath her bare knees and ankles. Slowly, slowly she reaches out, placing soft palms against the floor, her gaze lifting to his, seeking an approval in the tight set of his features.

Behind her she can hear the movement of Mrs. Merullo, feeling her stare on the round curves of her ass like a physical caress as Cynthia slowly crawls across the floor, approaching the desk, its chair and its occupant, her eyes locked on the hard throb of his erection thrusting boldly from his jeans. Her lips tingle, her nipples again achingly hard as she stops before him, shyly resting her cheek against his knee, the pulsing ache between her thighs cooled by the gentle breeze from an open window. Her lips part in a silent plea…please…

 

[Vikingboy]

He watches her approach, leaning forward to take it all in. Her hair flowing over her face as she lowers her head, her breasts hanging down and swaying, the nipples hard and pointed, her ass moving with the sensuous grace of a cat. His cock throbs and leaks a little clear liquid as she looks up and stares at it. He can smell her scent filling the room. There is no noise at all, save for the heavy breathing of all three people.

He feels her cheek on his thigh and he reads her lips as she pleads with him, but for what? He know...for her release from the bonds of being the good girl who only teases... for permission to enter his service as his plaything, his cumslut, his cockisucking teenage slut...

He strokes her hair and looks back at Janice, who sits in the chair, eyes staring at the two people in tableaux at the desk; who, waiting for the right moment to begin pleasurig herself, has her hands on her breasts and her sex.

He strokes his student's hair and murmurs, "Yes, Cynthia, take Me in your mouth and suck My cock..."

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cynthia

His tone, the cadence to his request…his demand…makes her quiver, her harsh pants of breath stirring the thick hair on his belly. She stares in fascination at the rampant thrust of masculinity in front of her and licks her lips.

One delicate, timid hand brushes forward over his denim clad thigh feeling the muscles respond to her touch. Hesitantly, the tip of her finger touches the hard, throbbing veins along the shaft, pulling backwards with surprise as his cock twitches beneath the caress. Her eyes fly to his, her full bottom lip clutched between her teeth.

“Good girl,” Mr. Merullo’s eyes gleam down at her, his jaw tense as he speaks. Her own response, a crimson blush as she hastily drops her eyes, is the only one he can see, but the warm silky wetness that slicks her sex, overflowing swollen, hungry labia and coats her thighs makes her tremble.

Slowly, her hands wrap themselves around the pulsing shaft in front of her, watching the alluring bead of precum welling at its tip, her fingers dipping down to caress and cup his balls, feeling them quiver in her palms.

She starts low, her mind flickering back to the movies she’s watched, and her tongue licks a path from the underside of the base of his cock, her lips pausing to worry the swollen flesh, his deep husky moan like fire to her senses. Up, up and up its length she trails her tongue and soft kisses, taunting its crown until his hands dig deeply into her hair. She stills, her lips poised above the rigid knob in front of them, her tongue snaking out to lick at the beaded drop at its very tip, her tongue probing for every salty drop.

His fingers tense, as if struggling with control and she purses her lips above his throbbing, engorged knob, pushing them over its tip, wrapping them around ridges, sucking him in just a little bit before pulling upwards and away. With joy, she feels his hands push her down, opening her mouth for him, feeling him invade her warm, wet recesses...her own soft moan mirrored by the woman sitting next to him…