Welcome to St. Martin's

[cgraven]

"I like the school Sir, I was a little lost at first, and I don't know anyone, but Miss, Miss Kensington has helped me, and shown me some things…………………………."my home is in the countryside, many kilometers from the city, I live with my Mama and Papa and 2 brothers"

I listen intently to Ingrid talk about Her first hours here at St Martian’s There is a sparkle in her bright eyes as she speaks of Amanda and I see that the young girl looks up to the very sexy and wily Amanda Jane.. Young Ingrid is so very shy and self conscious and I see that she is afraid of me. There is a wistful longing in her voice as she speaks of her rural life.

I look around to see if anyone is with in ear shot.

“Ingrid I am going to tell you a secret.”

I look around again and then lean a bit closer as I take the seat next to hers a very conspirel look on my face.

“People are scared of me because I am the Dean, Head Master here at St Martian’s.”

I paused and looked around once more.

“But in reality I am a country boy from ‘The Dells” of Devonshire England. I grew up on a diary farm milking 40 head each morning and evening……………….promise not to tell Ingrid.”

There was a genuine smile on my face as I whispered my secret to the young girl.”

“Are you afraid of me Ingrid?”

It was then that Amanda Jane arrived with Ingrid’s special Milk.

 

[Light Ice]

Frank Abignale

"Fuck tea, and fuck you..." He spoke coyly, his lips drawn into a tight smile. Despite her flicking finger tip, she failed to dislodge the heavy bead of precum gathering at the point of his flesh..it grew even as his arms wrapped around her slender waist, and lifted her against him.

The blouse was open, leaving her body to press to his...bra grazing against his chest, her harms tight around his neck in suprise. That pleated skirt bunched as he spun her, revealing inch after inch of thigh...and then her back was trapped against the matress and his strong body.

She teased him, toyed with him, and it had worked. His cock was now painfully hard, a column between her thighs and pressed into her soft, taught belly.

He had been broken, if you would call it that...his ability to play all but gone. It stung, slightly, that this rich bitch could twist him up so...but he couldn't help it. He was a slave to his desire, and his secret love..

Perhaps it wasn't so secret anymore.

Regardless, he pressed on...his own voice rising in deep, simple tones while his hand plummeted, brushing over her belly and the material of the skirt...his fingers gracing her inner thigh.

"More importantly, stop fucking around...and fuck me." He was grinning above her now, attempting to goad a reaction from her...some sign she was as eager as she was, or at least close...his palm pressed hard into her panty clad sex, the heel of his hand grinding into her clit to accent each word that left his lips.

 

[Moonbright]

Tea

Miss Kensington returned to find Dr Windsor sitting close to Ingrid as if departing a confidence. She noted Jonathan’s deliberate smile and body language, all carefully designed to put the young girl at ease--and it was beginning to work, Ingrid was almost smiling at him from underneath her long lashes.

He truly was a master of his art, and Amanda couldn’t help but admire the man who had taught her so much about the human condition and how to bend reality to one’s will. Jonathan had opened her mind to possibilities previously inconceivable and taught her that morality was indeed the most subjective phenomenon on the planet.

Amanda sat next to Ingrid. To the casual observer this was a touching display--Ingrid’s new Head Master and personal tutor taking the time to ensure the exchange student’s needs were being met.

In reality, Ingrid was all ready falling into the pit. Ensnared by both wolf and lioness the pit was one of warm soft moss and sweet song--attractive to say the least; but how quickly the fall becomes painful. Sharp jutting rocks slicing and bruising, and the cold helpless despair of knowing there was no return.

If one was tuned in a certain way the transition was imperceptible, the rocks became friends: As Prof. Kensington and Dr. Windsor knew all too well.

Ingrid was indeed being finely tuned; and she would play so sweet.

Amanda put her arm around Ingrid, squeezing her shoulders in an affectionate gesture and handed her the potion that would blur the edge between realities.

“Your milk child. Would you like a biscuit?”

“I trust Dr. Windsor has been looking after you Ingrid?”

Amanda’s eyes locked with Jonathans as, for a moment, their masks fell away and the wild animals that they were revelled in the thrill of the hunt, the sparks in their eyes dancing together. Then they were gone; replaced by Prof. Amanda Jane Kensington and Dr. Jonathan Windsor with one very sweet, very innocent, young Ingrid.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I feel so lucky to be welcomed to the school like this, as Miss slips her arm around my shoulders and offers me the milk. I find it hard to imagine the Dean in the clothes that Papa wears on the farm, he looks so, so distinguished and proper somehow, not at all like my rough brothers and father.

And his smell as he leans close to me to wisper, is so clean as I smell him I can't help but remember the smell of my brothers as the deliberately 'bump' against me at every chance,

hot smelly bodies, not leaving room in the hall way, having to squeeze between them, pressing against me, waiting by the bathroom, both of them, as i walk to my room in my bathrobe, the dot of light in my bedroom wall, blinking as I prepare for bed

"Yes Sir, I mean no sir, I am not afraid of you, I don't think so, I mean"

"Yes miss, thank you, yes, the Dean was, yes looking after me, thank you miss"

Picking a biscuit from the plate and the cup of milk in the other hand, the cup rattles as my nervous hands shakes, and the biscuit breaks spilling crumbs onto my lap as I take a small bite. I feel so awkward as I bring the cup to my lips and take a drink, the taste and smell reminds me of home, papa brought me milk sometimes,

"Infrid here you are, let me sit by you while you drink your milk", his weight pressing the bed down, me slipping towards him, his hand stroking my hair, my shoulders and down my arm, resting in my lap. His eyes drifting down to my chest, me trying not to breath, not let my bosom swell as he looks at my chest under my cotton nighty, mothers voice calling him back to his room

The biscuit has gone, I must have eaten it, Miss and the dean are looking at each other, not speaking as I finish the milk and look for somewhere to put my cup. The noise seems to have gone as I look around the room, the girls talk seems somehow far away, not banging at my ears like before.

 

[cgraven]

Amanda and I share a look of hunger and desire for the delicate morsel that sits between us her nervous little hands crumbling the biscuit, her cup softly rattling against her saucer as she brings the drink to her full ripe lips.

I can almost see the disbelief in her eyes about my youth in the Dells. I casually lay my hand in her lap palm up, its wait resting on the treasure hidden below her skirt.

“See Ingrid I still carry the scars of the milk pocks from hand milking those 40 head each morning and evening.”

My hands are rough, the skin tough, scared from the labors of my youth on the farm.

“Amanda I was just telling Ingrid about my youth on the farm and she has promised to keep it a secret as you two are the only ones that know of my humble beginnings.”

Our conversation was light, my voice soft subtitle almost hypnotic as Ingrid’s special milk started to take effect. There was a soft pink glow to the young girl's cheeks as her eyes grew wider and the drug strengthens its hold on her. Amanda was an expert just enough to soften the senses, to warp the young innocent Ingrid in a warm cloak of contentment to make her so terribly vulnerable to us.

“Amanda isn’t Ingrid one of the exchange students that is here on a work study scholarship?”

This was the perfect lead to lull the young Ingrid’s suspensions of what was to come next. My eyes met Amanda Jane’s with a conspiratorial glint in them

“If she has not been assigned yet, I think I have a position for her at my residence.”

I turned my attentions back to young innocent Ingrid.

“Ingrid it is a live in position and you would have your own room, would you like to see it. There is also some pocket money as well as the full scholarship.”

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

live in? I do live in, pocket money, scholarship....

"Yes sir, yes" Their voices sound fuzzy, near and yet far away, I feel warm, his hand is heavy in my lap, looks funny, looking up at me like a face.

I feel girly, brothers tickling me, making me giggle, breathless happy, adele hugging me, smiley faces

"Yes Sir," I feel there is something odd here, but can't quite understand what it is, but Miss is here and Sir with his hand looking up at me, so it must be OK.

 

[cgraven]

Ingrid had a little smile play at the corners of her ripe mouth.

"Yes sir, yes"

The girl’s voice was a little bit dreamy as the drug took her into a warm cozy half world between awareness and blissful sleep. A blissful world where her moirés could be easily manipulated, her will bent to ours. I was well acquainted with Amanda Jane’s skill at mixing just the right amount of benzodiazepines to achieve this ideal state that would in the end render young Ingrid a more or less willing victim.

Her little smile broadened as she embraced her own private thoughts and a little giggle slipped out. A shy blush.

"Yes Sir,"

The last of the students and teachers had drifted away from the obligatory tea as we helped Ingrid to her feet, the girl was a little unsteady at, first and Amanda and I exchanged the look of the hunting beasts when they had the sent of there quarry. We guided our little innocent victim to the seclude gothic residence far removed from the rest of the campus of St. Martian’s We led the willing little virgin up the pushily carpeted stairs to the back of the second floor to the little two room suite that a joined my own chambers by a secret passage from my dressing room.

Her bed chamber was dominated by two features, a large four poster bed of sturdy construction yet posed of graceful lines, and a mirror that dominate the entire room. The furnishings spoke of a decadent luxury of by gone days. Built in bookcases, a Queen Ann desk with a state of the art computer. Then a private bath done in the height of “Edwardian fashion and mirrored from floor to ceiling.

“These will be your rooms Ingrid.”

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

“These will be your rooms Ingrid.”

I can feel my mouth opening and closing, but at first no words come out, I can remember being in the large room with all the other people and Sir and Miss helping me to my feet, I can still feel their hands on my elbows but then nothing and I am in a room that looks like the inside of the fairy castles that were in my story books at home.

The bed is so large, bigger than my room at home, with posts at each corner. A desk with computer and through a door I can see what must be a bathroom, a room that looks full of mirrors and filled with the brightest light spilling through the door into the bedroom we are in.

"Sir, my rooms? I, yes sir, Miss?"

This feels so strange, I feel something is wrong, his tone of voice reminds me..

"thats it Ingrid dear, its alright to let me see, just let me open your buttons, thats it my girl, I will just slip my hand inside your...Oh Ingrid, so big, so big, oh so big, is papa's hand cool, you can unbutton me to if you want, let me guide you..."

Then Mama's voice, angry calling out and he slips away, closing the door silently, his breathing fast

"Miss it seems too much, is it alright Miss"

I feel warm all over, I know I trust Miss, but can't remember why.

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda

I smile at Ingrid as Jonathan speaks.

“Amanda I was just telling Ingrid about my youth on the farm and she has promised to keep it a secret as you two are the only ones that know of my humble beginnings.”

“See Ingrid, I told you Sir was nice. Don’t be afraid of his grandeur dear, he knows why you miss your home, he knows what it is like.” I observe Ingrid as I smile at her, yes, she is starting to glow. Excellent.

“Amanda isn’t Ingrid one of the exchange students that is here on a work study scholarship?”

A slow smile spreads across my face as I begin to realise what Jonathan had in mind. Oh he is wickedly delicious. I catch his twinkle and my eyes crease up wickedly.

“That is correct Sir. I’ve been meaning to ask you exactly what duties Ingrid has been assigned.”

“If she has not been assigned yet, I think I have a position for her at my residence.”

Ahhhh… he’s really going in for the kill on this one. My nipples grow hard under my shirt as I consider the possibilities.

Ingrid is looking a bit woozy so I help her to stand and link arms with her as we walk to Jonathans’ residence.

We enter her bedroom and she stands, mouth agape, really not sure what is going on.

"Sir, my rooms? I, yes sir, Miss?"

“That’s right Ingrid” and I look excited for her. “Isn’t it lovely! Much nicer than that miserable dorm isn‘t it.” I wink at Ingrid and hug her.

"Miss it seems too much, is it alright Miss"

“Ingrid, I told you we would take special care of you didn’t I sweetie? I always tell the truth sweet child.” I smile at her sweetly then turn to Jonathan, “Isn’t that right Sir?”

My smile quickly drops as I see that The Dean is begin to fade away; the wolf was baying at the door. My heart leaps to my throat at the glimpse of him.

I lead Ingrid by the arm to a plush leather chair.

“Sit down dear. You look tired.”

Perching on the arm of the chair I untie her hair and run my fingers through it, caressing her tresses, stroking her head, all the while purring into her ear.

“It’s understandable sweetie, it’s okay. "

“You’ve had a very difficult day."

“But you’ve done so well."

“This must all be quite overwhelming for you"

“You’re such a good girl Ingrid"

“I’m very proud of you"

“There, that’s right sweetie, just relax"

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I am so happy to have Miss to guide me as she sits me in the big leather chair, her hands feel so nice in my hair.

Mama, "its alright ingrid, just let me fix your hair, papa did not want to scare you, just relax, just us now"

The leather feels cool to my touch as I let myself relax, I can feel Miss close by but cannot focus on where I am, it feels safe, but where am I? I am trying hard to remember.

Miss's voice is so warm and reassuring though.

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda

Ingrid has become visibly relaxed. I stroke her hair, gently close her eyes for her and lay her head back gently against the chair.

Unknown to the girl I rise, walk slowly over to Jonathan, my eyes downcast, stopping a breath away from him.

I raise my eyes to meet his and brush my hand across his throat and around to the back of his head.

Fisting his hair I pull his hungry mouth down to meet mine in a savage kiss.

 

[spiritual_love]

"Fuck tea, and fuck you..."

Claudia's lips smoothed into a wonderous smile at his words. Her face bore no surprise or shock, nor any gesture that she had exepcted such a reaction from him. Her hand lifted upwards in a single graceful motion letting the pointed crimson tip of her fingernail to etch along his tight lipped smile.

"No, Frank...that's what you want to do to me, isn't it? Fuck me?"

Yet she did openly express her surprise with a quiet gasp as he pulled her body into his. The coil of his muscled arms crushed her into the taut masculine body. She took extreme pleasure in the forceful motion, yet she longed to be in control. Her mind leapt into action, attempting to formulate a way to regain the reins.

The curve of her arms wrapped around his neck holding to him tightly. Just as she thought perhaps he would release her, she felt the mattress at her back and his body pinning her from above. Claudia's breathing was strained as she sought to calm herself. He was expertly sending her headlong into a crazed lust.

Yes, she had teased, had played him, and now...now he had yanked her from the dominant position, which she was beginning to despise.

The short pleated skirt was bunched around her hips, revealing the tiny panties matching the beige lace of her bra perfectly. There was no denying her body's arousal. The crotch of the lace was drenched with her juices. Hell, she could smell herself.

"More importantly, stop fucking around...and fuck me."

Frank stared down at her as that saucy, arrogant mouth curved into a grin. Claudia's body shuddered openly. Just as she was beginning to speak, to reply to his words, his palm crushed into the covered slit of her sex. She blinked furiously trying to keep her hips from lifting, but her body betrayed her. Feet planting into the bed, pushing upwards against the grinding force of his palm.

Claudia growled as she spoke, "I don't have to do a damn thing. You have the chance you've been dying for." Her head lifted, mouth positioned near the shell of his ear, "Now...pull my panties aside and show me if you can use your dick properly. If so, perhaps we can book an encore performance."

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I feel so warm and relaxed on the chair as Miss unties my hair and run her fingers though it, her soft cool hand brushes my face and I can't stop myself drifting away, I do not feel asleep or awake, just in a new and different floaty place...

movement, soft voices, sunshine flickering through a break in the curtains

I can see Miss and the Dean through half open eyes, as if in a dream close together, holding each other, looking back at me from the end of a long passage

I can smell something new, yes it is Miss, her perfume, close to me, her hands on my body, opening, hot, panting, lips on mine

I can feel my hands moving fingers trying to grip something, moving on my thighs as I try to remember, try to focus on Miss and what it is she was doing, drifting

home now, long ago, waking early and going in my nighty to mama's room, strange noises, the sunshine through the window falling on papa laying there, mama is bending over holding his thing, kissing it seeing me, pressing his thing down to hide it, "go back to bed Ingrid"

 

[cgraven]

Amanda Jane comes to me with graceful feline moment there is a hunger in her eyes, and I know her cranial lust is building, Her kiss savage, her hand demanding locked in my sparse hair she draws me to her in savage need My own need is no less than hers And I rape her mouth with my tongue. The primeval bliss of that kiss, no pretence of modern morality, of chivalrous love, no just animalistic need a need that must be sated.

My hands take hers and with one of my own I capture them behind Amanda’s back the other ripe her blouse open, rend the skirt from her gorgeous body and I feast on her breasts suckling tonguing and biting her nipples. We break our kiss and our lustful gaze comes to rest on the innocent coed. She will be our feast for this night and many a night to come her innocents has but moments to live.

“Amanda Jane I do believe we are being rude look poor Ingrid is all alone and her clothing is soiled with biscuit crumbs.”

An wickedly evil smile creases my face.

“What ever shall we do about it my dear?”

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda

Jonathan returned my kiss with ferocity. My mouth opened to his tongue with a primal desire that had my legs shaking, heart pounding and breath short.

My arms were captured behind my back before Jonathan expertly and swiftly ripped my shirt open and stripped my skirt. My aching breasts thrust forward to be ravaged by his mouth as he sucked and bit all sense from me. All sense.

Our kiss ended, our eyes glazed together in lust, we remembered our little girl.

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“Amanda Jane I do believe we are being rude look poor Ingrid is all alone and her clothing is soiled with biscuit crumbs.”

I inspect Ingrid. Her eyes are half open and her skirt is above her knees which have fallen apart. I remember the soft feel of her vulva, the tight hole that would barely yield. Her soft ample breasts and...

“What ever shall we do about it my dear?”

I look back to Jonathan and a slow smile spreads across my face, my eyes still burning.

"Come."

I take his hand and lead him over to Ingrid. Kneeling down in front of the girl I speak to her.

"Ingrid, you're sleepy, we're going to get you into bed child. Sir will carry you... you remember how Miss hurt her ankle don't you."

She has noticed I am wearing only a bustier, torn halfway down.

"Miss is changing dear."

I nod at Jonathan who takes the girl up in his arms and carries her to the bed and lays her down.

"I'm going to take your clothes off now sweetie." I speak softly in her ear. An affirmitive sound escapes her lips which I can't help but brush with mine to take in her sweet scent.

I undo her buttons from the bottom up and slide it over her shoulders, lifting her neck and removing it and gently laying her head down on the pillow. I pass the shirt to Jonathan.

Her pretty soft breasts pucker slightly as I brush my hands over her nipples down to her skirt which is easy to remove, her panties joining it which I also pass to my cohort.

I untie her shoes, slip them off and place them on the floor.

Sitting back for a moment I admire her form--snow white skin---golden hair spread about the pillow. Plush red lips--Soft round breasts that know nothing of gravity--rose red puckered areola and nipples--flat tight stomach--furry dark blonde mound--that would have to go.

I smile and begin to run my hand over her body; soft feather touches to her cheeks--across her upper chest--down her side and over her stomach and back again, deliberately leaving her breasts and mound. My fingers caressing her stomach for the second time causes her pelvis to learch involuntarily at my touch.

I whisper to her.

"Mmmm... I'm so glad we have this time to spend together again sweetie... you feel so nice."

I smile at Jonathan. I am pleased. Moving to sit at her feet, kneeling down, I part her legs and caress her toes, the soles of her feet, ankles and legs.

Her whole body is twitching now, her nipples hard and erect, and her breathing has deepened.

I sit back and admire.

 

[cgraven]

Our eyes meet and they are the eyes of the hunter, I return Amanda’s ravenous gaze, a slow smile spreads across her face, her eyes eye’s burning, hunger for the pry as are my own..

"Come."

Her voice a sultry invitation to share the feast of Ingrid’s innocents. She take my hand and leads me over to the sacrifice she has delivered to me, Ingrid. Kneeling down in front of the girl Amanda soft sensual voice reaches out to her

"Ingrid, you're sleepy; we're going to get you into bed child. Sir will carry you... you remember how Miss hurt her ankle don't you."

At Amanda’s nod I slip the drug girl into my arms clutching her to me reveling in the feel of her firm young body the heady fragrance of her fresh unspoiled skin, and my mouth waters in anticipation of my first taste of this blond beauty.


I inhale the fresh womanly sent of Ingrid as Amanda passes me her shirt. I watch as this sensual woman prepares the virgin sacrifice laying her out on the bed. Her golden tresses arranged like a halo around Ingrid’s innocent face.

I marvel at the perfection of the young girls body my hands join Amanda’s caressing The soft pale ivory skin of the young girl, my touch is as light and seductive as Amanda Jane’s thought my texture of my hands are rougher. I can only wonder at the sensual contrast in young Ingrid’s mine.

Amanda High Priestess of seduction runs her hand over Ingrid’s body; soft feather touches to her cheeks--across her upper chest--down her side and over her stomach and back again, deliberately leaving her breasts and mound. My fingers caressing her stomach for the second time causes her pelvis to learch involuntarily at Amanda’s touch.

My lips brush the Ingrid’s a kiss so soft and tender. My lips float light butterfly kisses along her jaw line, down the slender column of the girl’s neck to teasingly tongue the hollow of her neck where her life force pulses just below the surface.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

"Sir I!" no words come out! in my mind I am speaking but my lips do not move as I try to protest as the Dean's lips brush softly against mine.

I try hard to remember where I am, I was dreaming

"Stop it Adele, no you can't" Adele is trying to pull my nighty off, she wants to see my breasts and my 'bushy thing' she is jealous of my body and wants to see it naked but I am shy, she opened my buttons as I slept and I caught her looking at me whilst I slept, "no stop it"

I am naked and can feel hands on me, I remember being carried, strong arms, now kisses and hands stroking me, soft voices, I can feel but cannot speak.

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda

As Jonathan continues to kiss and caress the girl I climb from the bed and kneel on the floor by her head, whispering in her ear.

“Miss is here Ingrid.

“You’re a very lucky girl, Sir likes you very much.

“Remember how nice it was when Miss touched you there? It is even nicer when a man does it, Sir does it to Miss and Miss likes it very much.

“You’re a woman now Ingrid, I told you I’d help you didn’t I.

“Such a good girl… hmmm that feels nice doesn’t it.

“Sir is very clever, he can make you feel very lovely… Trust me.

As Ingrid continues to drift I quietly and softly pad to the bathroom. Locating the hidden key to the cabinet I unlock it and take what I need.

I return to the bedroom with hot water, soap and a Wayne Cutlery flowered ribbon design handled straight razor.

The Razor

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

“Miss is here Ingrid."

Miss's voice is so soft as I feel his kisses, I can feel that I am naked, bare, that my legs are open and that I am exposed to the Deans gaze, but I cannot close them, they feel heavy, a warm happy feeling is spreading over me. I know I should close them but somehow tell myself not to worry.

“You’re a very lucky girl, Sir likes you very much. "

"Thank you Miss" I try to say,

“Remember how nice it was when Miss touched you there? It is even nicer when a man does it, Sir does it to Miss and Miss likes it very much. "

Oh no, he musn't, Papa must not, or brothers, Mama said not to let them see me but I am helpless as I feel my body sink into the soft covers, my legs spread, my arms somewhere by my side, or are the over my head? somehow I cannot tell.

“You’re a woman now Ingrid, I told you I’d help you didn’t I? Such a good girl… hmmm that feels nice doesn’t it. Sir is very clever, he can make you feel very lovely… Trust me."

Her voice trails away as I am left with his carresses and kisses, and the memory of Miss makes my tummy tighten, and my nipples tingle, they seem to want his touch but it does not come.

leave Ingrid, leave, I hear Mama's voice "I cannot mama, miss wants me to stay"

And I feel his mouth and toungue on my neck and my whole body seems to want to arch with the feeling. I feel helpless and scared yet at the same time wanting more.

 

[cgraven]

Amanda’s voice softly coos encouragement to Ingrid, Amanda’s warm moist breathe bathes the young girls neck as I teasingly kiss and tongue the hallow of her neck. There is questioning, fear, in young Ingrid’s eyes as she struggles with some inner demons.

Oh no…………he mustn’t…………………. Papa………….. must not, or brothers…………….., Mama said……………………………. not to let them see me

Ingrid voices her struggle in a soft sensual whisper even as her body arches to my kiss. The young girl’s inner struggle may say no but her vibrant youthful body yes Yes……………..OH YES

Puckered nipples, puffy areolas, arching back and my lips move lower. Butterfly kisses trace the contours of Ingrid’s breasts, as Amanda slips away. Teasing, pleasing, stimulating tonguing as the very tip of my tongue barely touches and circles the girl’s areolas first one , then the other , and my tongue flutters across the tip of her nipple, a sharp intake of breathe draws cool air across Ingrid’s taunt, feverous bud.

Amanda returns with the straight Razor

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I can feel his breath and lips on my breasts, round and round, my nipples stiffening, wanting to be kissed, see his hair, smell his hair.

holding papa away, gripping his head as he tries to kiss my breasts, "no Papa, no"

The tingle through my nipple into my tummy as at least his lips brush against the swollen pinkness, a lick, then another on my other breast as he leans over me.



Miss, miss where are you

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda

Amanda returned from the bathroom to the delightful sight of the naked girl spread-eagled on the bed, her delicate body responding to Jonathan as he teased her breasts.

The professor’s face lit up as she saw that Jonathan was very pleased with his offering. Her sex began to pulse at the thought of Jonathan taking his pleasure from the girl, feasting on the virginal sacrifice she had delivered to him. She did like to please him.

She hoped he would be equally pleased with what she was about to create for him; Ingrid’s furry dark thatch was about to be liberated from her sweet virgin petals, making her cunny more responsive to him and giving him full access to every fold of skin. The fact that it would give Amanda a more pleasing view was an added bonus.

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“Miss is here Ingrid, just relax.” I breath before licking the edge of her ear and nibbling the top. “I’m going to cut your cunny hair short Ingrid… just like Miss’. My voice is soft but commanding, it was not a request but an statement. Little did she know that it was to be shorter than mine… much shorter. I smile wickedly to myself and feel my nipples harden as I catch Jonathans eyes as he feasts.

Taking a towel from the dresser I lift Ingrid’s hips and place the fluffy white material underneath her backside. The water and shaving cream I had placed on the stand at the end of the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed I bend over Ingrid and pull her by the legs so that her cunny is on the edge of the bed. Lifting her feet I place them either side of her hips and push her knees to the sides as far as they would go.

I inspect her furry mound for the last time, considering, and go to work.

Taking the flannel from the hot water I lay it on Ingrid’s pubic bone and press… leaving it there for a few moments. Warming the flannel again in water I then fold it and placed it over her cunny lips, pressing and holding it there. Placing the flannel on the bed next to Ingrid’s hip I take a handful of cream and lather her thatch, massaging her pubis and lips then take the blade in my hand.

“I’m going to cut now Ingrid, just relax. It won‘t hurt but it may feel a little strange.” I catch Jonathans eye again lustfully as the blade glints in the moonlight which is now streaming into the gothic room.

Beginning near her tummy I gently begin to shave downwards in the direction of growth, skimming the thick of her bush so that it becomes no more than a prickle. Then, adding more cream I shave upwards, against the growth from the top of her clitoral hood up to her belly. The only sound I can hear is the scrape scrape scrape of the blade slicing the hair ever shorter as it twinkles and glistens.

The scraping sound dissipates signalling that the top of Ingrid’s mound was now bare.

Pushing Ingrid’s knees up to her chest and out to the sides I signal to Jonathan to hold them there and I see that Ingrid’s bud is erect and her folds are glistening with moisture. Good. I take the thick of the hair from her labia as I shave downwards, first the left, then the right then begin to scrape scrape scrape upwards, pulling her lips taut with my other hand until every inch of skin is clean.

Placing the blade on the stand I take the flannel once more and softly clean her. The now, cooler water soothes the hot flesh. I bring my mouth down and blow cool air all over her cunny, drying it, before applying a layer of moisturising cream and massaging it in.

I sit back and admire; a very pleasing sight.

“Good girl Ingrid, you’re a very good girl…” I speak softly as I creep around to stand behind Jonathan, my breath hot on his neck as I whisper into his ear.

“Votre proie Monsieur…

prendre plaisir à.”

 

[Frambois]

“Miss is here Ingrid, just relax, I’m going to cut your cunny hair short Ingrid… just like Miss’ small dark curls, her opening bare and revealed

"No! you must not look at me, Mama said you are not to peep in my room, shut that door, go away!"

My cheeks burn with embarrasment, as they had my brothers crept in and saw me naked, I am helpless as Miss pushes my legs apart, my hips raised on the towel as I feel her between my legs.

Then the heat of the towel pressed to me, then the wet feeling as she brushes soap into my curly bush, I can feel the wetness trickle between my lips and down between my cheeks as she soaps me.

I can feel a blade, then the sound and feeling merge into a strange sensation as she cuts through my thick curls, I can feel my toungue pressed to the top of my mouth as the exquisite feeling continues, and I feel my hips trying to lift toards the blade.

"No, no, I silentely plead as my legs are lifted higher anfd the Dean grips me behind my calf's, pulling me open and back, my legs either side of my head as I look up, beseeching him with my eyes, but his are fixed on my sex, my open and exposed parts, nothing can be hidden from their eyes now as I am completely spread.

I can feel Miss's fingers touching me, opening me, feel her fingers slipping in the juice I know I am making, feel shame as my body pulses, opening itself to her eyes as she draws the blade accross my lips, and her fingers touch and pull at me. I am squeezing my cunny and my tummy, desparate for release.

Miss seemas to be holding me open, then squeezing me closed as she works, then the cool water running across my opening and down till it tickles my, my exposed bottom hole, I feel like bursting as she breathes on me there, I can feel my hips twitch and thrust towards her, though my position makes it impossible, I can feel my hips lifting off the towel slightly, desparate for the touch of her toungue, tears are in my eyes as I yearn for release.

 

[cgraven]

My eyes meet Amanda Jane's and the predator gleams through my eyes, the eyes of the wolf with the sent of his pry.

My mouth claims Ingrid’s puckered nipple teasing them pleasing them till she arches to my mouth. I give the young girl no rest from the sensual assault till Amanda Jane presses her legs to Ingrid’s heaving breast. The young girl head lulls from side to side on the black satin pillow. Her inner struggle of mind over body raging and it is clear the needs and desires of her youthful body are winning

Amanda’s voice a soft, seductive, calls encouraging Ingrid to surrender. I rise taking a seat by the young beauty’s head my hand cresses her spun gold tresses, my lips at her ear, my breath hot and moist.

“Child you are such a good girl so beautiful so obedient, Sir like you very much and shall now help you to truly become a woman, Miss will be here to guide you my dear child.”

Slowly I stroke Ingrid’s arm and raise it above her head to bind it there with a soft silken cord.. My eyes meet Amanda Jane’s in a knowing glance and as she binds Ingrid’s other trim wrest to the head of the bed my lips return to the golden beauty’s breasts to savor them once more. I linker there only a moment then light sensual kisses float down across the flat plain of the Swedish beauty’s abdomen. I smile at the naked perfection of her freshly shaved cunny, nothing is left to hide her from my gaze or attentions. I kiss Ingrid’s rose pedal lips, my tongue lightly cleaving them to flick across her blood engorged clitoris. Teasingly my tongue flutters across its feverous surface.

My lips worship the innocent girl’s thighs, her legs as I kiss my way down to her dainty feet. Soon her trim ankle is bound to the bed post I take a moment to reward Amanda Jane with a long sensual Kiss as I admire the virgin sacrifice she has brought me.

A gain she huskily whispers

“Votre proie Monsieur…prendre plaisir à.”

“Merci Chere I do intend to take my pleasure”

Moi proie, my prey bound spread eagled her virginal form ripe for the taking her pale alabaster skin in sharp contrast to the black silken sheets. I place a pillow under the small of Ingrid’s back thrusting her naked cunny up towards my waiting mouth then seductively lash her innocent sex with my tongue, claim her swollen bud with lips and teeth to the young beauty withers in pleasure and anguish.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

feeling is coming back to me as I try to stop him from tieing my wrist, their voices are soft, reassuring murmers, as they move around my body.

I cannot move, she has my legs pinned to mt chest as he ties one wrist and she ties the other, I am helpless to stop him kissing me all over and then tieing my anckle as he kisses my foot, the tickles running up into my tummy.

Foolishly I try to cover my exposed and hairless sex with my free leg whilst Miss and the Dean kiss each other.

I can see them standing, miss's clothes open, at the end of the bed as they kiss, their toungues darting in and out of their open mouths.

I am helpless as he ties my free leg and raises me up on a cushion under my back, naked, exposed and open, my breath short pants as I squirm on the silky sheets.

But there is no escape as the monster bends to me and I feel his hot, hungry mouth on my open, helpless cunny. I gasp out loud as his toungue enters me,

"No Sir, please Yes, NOOo"