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[cgraven]

My little beauty is terrified as the last vestige of her innocents is about to be taken from her. let deep with in her I know she longs for the forbidden the taboo. Her firm ass is crimson with my hand print the tip of my prick deep with in Ingrid’s virgin ass.

I am still deep with in the my golden haired beauty my hands firmly holding her to me I bend to kiss the divot at the base of her spine I bathe her smooth flawless back with light teasing kisses, My body arched over her petite form, my breath hot moist on her neck, a little kiss gentle tonguing to the nape of Ingrid’s neck, my tongue flicks her earlobe, my hands cup her full breast rolling her raspberry nipples between my fingers gently tugging them.

“Ummm My sweet little Tart you are so very tight, so very pleasing to Sir. So very beautiful.”

My lips suck in her little ear lobe as one hand slips to her naked cunt to massage her torrid feverous clit. Ingrid sweet nectar is freely flowing when my finger slips within her , and goes to that little rough patch in her moist silken cunt. Another finger glides in to join the first. And flutters tantalizingly her sweet spot.

“Tart fuck me with your ass my proud little beauty fuck me like Miss fucked me be my little whore Ingrid……. Sir wants you to be his whore,”

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I can hardly move as I feel my body supported by my the 'thing' buried in my bottom. I feel stretched and filled by him as he holds still, it is alive and pulsing inside me.

I feel his hands and mouth as he strokes and fondles, his fingers playing with my cunny as he throbes steadily in my bottom, each touch of my clitoris makes my cunny squeeze and a sharp stab up pain goes in my bottom.

in my mind I see myself over the wooden bar, hands tied, breasts hanging as I am being groped by my brothers, their cocks taking turns in my mouth,

Papa holds my head up for them by my hair. His own massive cock is buried in my bottom, fucking in and out.

Mama 's hands are between my legs, milking his balls and fingering my cunny

"Oh sir, its is so big and Ingrid is so small, so tight"

 

[cgraven]

"Oh sir, its is so big and Ingrid is so small, so tight"

Her sweet little voice thrills me as she pleads so, yet I know that she hungers for the forbidden, hungers to me a woman like Miss is. My lips brush her ear, bathe her neck in hot moist temptation as I whisper to her.

“Relax my sweet Tart, feel the hot liquid fire in your breasts, in your cunt, embrace the fire of pleasure my fingers bring you.”

My teeth nip Ingrid’s ear lob, my tongue circles her shell like ear, fingers pinch and roll her nipples into diamond hard buds, while I massage her sweet spot till the teen beauty whimpers in ecstasy. My fingers wet with her aureole now moisten her parched lips, forbidden wine to cool and moisten them, then my fingers again sink into Ingrid's tight little cunt the palm of my hand pressed to her naked puss, the heel grinding her clit, massaging, teasing, exciting it, in torturous delight. As the tidal wave of her orgasm builds.

“Fuck Sir with your sweet virgin ass Tart now!”

My hand leaves her breast at my command, entangle in her silken hair as I bend her head back to claim the little teen’s sweet mouth and ravish it in sensual demand.

 

[spiritual_love]

Claudia's tongue pulled at his, sucking deeply at his mouth, ravaging the soft, wet flash as she devored him within the kiss. She writhed against him as her orgasm seared through her body. Her hands reached out for him in order to steady herself.

God...I'm falling...

Crazy thoughts flooded her mind as she felt dizzied from the quick satisfaction. Fuck, how did this happen. I didn't....Hell...

Dark, lust laced orbs opened to stare upon Frank as she drew her mouth from his. Slender fingers, graced with several sparkling rings, shimmered in the light, just as the trickles of sweat glittered upon him. She traced circular patterns with the glossy points of her fingernails, sharply pinching one nipple. Her wickedly, mischevious smile blossomed upon her luscious lips.

"Now what, Frank?" The manicured curve of a dark eyebrow lifted into the air as she inquired. Her hands already resnapping her bra, and reaching for the lapels of her shirt. Besides....they were done...weren't they?

 

[Paendragon]

Marcus Dean

He made his way back to his office, his mind still on the interlude with young Monique Chambers.

An interesting young woman. One with fire. It would be fun to play with her throughout the year...

And she could be controlled, because she always believed she was in control. That would change though... and soon. She just didn't know it yet.

He chuckled to himself as he closed the door to his office behind him, and made his way to his private bathroom. Once there, he pulled a washcloth from the rack near the sick, wet it, and unbuttoned his pants.

Usually he paid no mind to the spent leaving from his sexual conquests... but with the way today was going, things could get sticky, in more ways than one.

He cleaned himself up nicely, and chuckled at the reaction his cock had to being handled. The fucker had started to grow again, despite being drained twice... and so recently, too.

Blessing, or curse, to have such an insatiable organ?

He supposed it would depend on the perspective. At times, it had been both to him.

He through the cloth in the hamper nearby, and buttoned up his pants again, looking himself in the mirror as he did. No visible marks from his latest interlude, or from Amanda earlier.

Good. Wouldn't do to be so obvious.

He left the bathroom and looked up at the clock. he was already horribly late for tea, but didn't really care. He was given pretty much free reign here, lately, due to his name. he brought a certain amount of prestige to the school, academically. besides, everyone knew he was a bit absentminded. Sometimes it helped to play that up a bit. That way, a certain about of flakiness was expected.

He checked his calendar to see if he had any appointments this afternoon. Hopefully, he had one with one of his 'regular' girls. He could use a nice, warm, mouth...

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

*Having wandered around growing used to this yet another school and finding her way to tea she smiled the Dark rich tan to her skin devious shimmering eyes perfectly contrasted to the soft proper attire for such an event hair done up her eyes taking in all around her and this little excuse of a "who is everyone and who can we asks parents for money from" gathering truely would be a bore but mother taught her well to plaster on a "Genuine" smile and let them think this was the highlight of her day. Flawless preformance as usual as she mingled*

 

[cgraven]

I took my Little tart as she moaned bucked and cried for Miss. When at last I came deep in that virgin ass I turned to Miss.

Amanda Jane she is in need of training.

Slowly I with draw from the girl and look down at her.

“You my dear I fear have no love for Sir. It is Miss that you want you must make up your mind. I shall not tolerate a protégé who does not give tem selves full to me.”

My eyes turn on Amanda Jane

“You where to prepare her not place her in servitude to you.”

I dress turn on my heel and leave the two women there to ponder there fates.

********************************

As I strolled from my residence under the pale moonlight I walked down by the lake I felt very old at that moment and very tired. A weariness hung over me as I walked out on to the dock. The hollow wooden echo of my shoes my only companion.

How long I stared at the moons reflection in those dark waters I do not know Slowly I straitened and walked to the old boat house, my private retreat whose sanctuary none would dare disturb. I sat scribbling out in longhand my retirement as Head master of St Martian’s naming Amanda Jane as my successor.

When a noise caught my attention.

“Who’s there.”

I saw a form shift in the shadows and I caught a slender arm in a vice like grip.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

My eyes fill with tears of upset and pain as I look towards miss, my bottom feels streched and sore from the rough penetration of the Deans huge shaft, I can feel his seed oozing from me as I tentatively squeeze my buttocks, trying to find if any lasting damage has been done.

I am on the floor face down, my bottom still in the air where he left me as he pulled himself free with a wet sucking sound, his mouth had been rough on mine and now his voice is stern.

As I turn gently onto my side my knees pulled up to my breasts, my tears flow and I sob uncontrollably.

"Sorry sir, it hurt so much sir, don't be angry with me, sorry Miss"

I feel so naked and alone as he leaves the room, his shaft hanging soft but still shiny with my juice.

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

*The Water...calming... relaxing. She found herself wandering along the waters edge and the docks... born to the Islands adn shores of the Mediterain she was happiest and most alive when she could hear the waves. Not that there were many waves in this place but it would have to do. Walking along she seemed to seek out a place to get away from all of them and other days to travel to for silent studies and who knows what else.*


*Dark eyes glanced around as she walked till she felt someone grab her arm. Jerking away Defiantly she hissed* Let GO

*Feet already in the stance she had been taught for self Defense. She was no shrinking violet nor like any cowering of a woman the states would have created around this time. Eyes narrowed as she looked to see who had a hold of her arm. Defiance burned in her eyes and air about her. Limber toned seeming year round "tanned" form stood ready as she waited for her arm to be released. Recognizing him from teh information her mother showed her of this place*

I gather I startled you Mr Windsor. Sorry. Now Let Go.


*She would back down to no male and those few here would learn that in time. She knew the game she had to play to not get treated like the women of this country allowed themselves to be and she knew the attitude she had to have to win... and thats jut what she planned to do*

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda Jane woke from her slumber to harsh words from Jonathan and Ingrid's tears.

She watched in confusion as he turned on his heel and left.

Sighing, she picked Ingrid up from the floor and placed her into bed stroking her hair and speaking soothing words until she had calmed and was close to sleep.

Standing at the window for a moment she star gazed contemplating all that had happened.

She dressed and locked the razor away. Placing Ingrid's clothes on the bed for her she whispered to the slumbering girl.

"It would appear you are free child."

Tears began to fall numbly over Amanda's cheeks.

Which is more than I can say for me.

"I'm sorry child. Now sleep."

Miss Amanda Jane Kensington left the room for her quarters where she bathed and lay sleepless for the duration of the night.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I my dreams I am chased by my brothers and my Papa, Mama is watching, they are all naked and have strangely large cocks, papa has a long black tail.

The dean and miss are watching as well, Miss is kneeling her back arched, bare bottom upwards, a collar around her neck and there are tears in her eyes.

In my dream I stop and turn towards them all and raise my hand, I am wearing high heels, a bodice thrusts my breasts up and out and my crotch is covered with a black leather peice, though there is a split to allow access to my mound and parts.

My hair is tied up in a high mound, just one braid covering my shoulders. At my sign my family cower and grovel, the boys sniffing at my papa's bottom as they group together wimpering.

Awake now I find myself alone in the Deans bed, my clothes by my feet, my body aches and my loins are sore as I remember the night before.

Warm water covers me as I lay back in the large white bath and ponder what to do next, my hand is stroking my soft smooth cunt lips, as I feel the silkyness of mu juice as it starts to flow again, smiling I lift my hips up and experiment with my fingers on my clitoris as it stiffens. My breasts are swollen full and wanting as I flick a nipple with my toungue. My orgasm comes quickly, but I need more.

I have been awakened, now I need to pursue more, the men hear at school and the girls should provide some more of the sex I now know I need.

Who next I wonder as I slip my body back into my schoolgirls clothes, but no panties. I must find an outfit to wear.

 

[cgraven]

Jerking away Defiantly she ”Let GO”

A soft sultry voice hissed. Their was pride, arrogance, in that voice she was demanding and quite willful. She was poised ready to defend herself. Her long Raven black hair shimmering in the moon light, dark eyes flashing fire, no smile graced full pouty lips. The young beauty’s LONG slender well toned legs ready to strike. Then her eyes grew wide with recognition yet still she stood her ground.

I gather I startled you Mr. Windsor. Sorry. Now Let Go.

My hand remained clamped around her arm.

“It is Dr. Windsor Miss and who are you and what are you doing here at this hour of the night”.

Then slowly I released her arm.

“It is passed curfew and you miss are suppose to be in your Dorm…………………………and your name is?”

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

Dyanna Trentas

*Head held high she watched him arms cross over her chest when he lets go of her arm but still poised to defend herself. Head tilted slightly in such a way to match the attitude and iar about her as well as the near outrage of him grabbing her arm and his tone to her*

As for Cerfew... a regulation of this place that I will grow accustomed to... In time I am sure

*Finally a faint smile gracd her lips Ever so briefly. Turning with that to go. The style of where she had grown up amongst teh Meditrain peoples the way of her walk and near slither of each fluid step intoxication in movement and form and she knew it though was not one to hold interest in "Suits" or people of buisness or power no matter what age they were. Having herself turned down young men her age for the mere stuffed shirt all business attitude they wielded. She was out for fun and life for as long as it suited her and this place would be no difference. Academics were important but fun was just as important*

Farewell then DR. Windsor

*The soft exotic of the Greek and Mediterain Isles always wafted through her voice and the moonlight and night seemed to simply add to that in a strange was as if she had been born to the night*

 

[cgraven]

Dyanna Trentas a name that I knew well, for her father had written me asking that I do something to curb her head strong ways and frivolous ways. She was all too accustom to the privileges of wealth but not the responsibilities that went along with it.

” As for Curfew... a regulation of this place that I will grow accustomed to... In time I am sure”

So much like her mother the same exotic beauty the same willful spirit that could drive a man wild with desire. Oh how well I remembered that proud beauty the slight smile that now played around the corners of her mouth the graceful fluid way in which she moved, even the mandatory school uniform could do little to hide her supple form. She had all the fire of the Mediterranean sun, the lust for life in her every movement.

Farewell then DR. Windsor

She was perhaps only a step away when I took her arm, spun the exotic beauty around to face me, my hands firmly holding both her arms, our bodies just a berth away the heat from them embracing each of us my eyes alive with dark seething passion.

“You are a rare beauty possessed of the grace and beauty of form of a woman………………..but with a rather bourgeois little girl attitude who likes to play games with people like your driver…. To tease ….to control….those that can do nothing for their station in Life….or to flaunt rules set by your betters.”

My voice deep my eyes piercing holding hers in an unblinking gaze.

“At first You reminded me so much of your mother when she was your age. Ah but with none of her true beauty and charm.. Foe she never was the wealthy spoiled brat.>’

I released her .

“Go play your little games with the little boys who drool over you and the simpering little girls enamored by your haughty emptiness.”

 

[Light Ice]

Frank

The kiss had taken him entirely off guard, the first she'ld shown of true desire...or appreciation. Yet, she was clearly off guard by her own response, and Frank sought quickly to ease her mind.

"We schedule a second act?", he replied swiftly, allowing her to seek shelter in the game that she had created.

"And," he added swiftly, pulling his own clothes on, pausing now to stroke up her bare thigh. "For both our sakes, we keep this between us."

His eyes spoke volumes more than lips, and the soft blue gaze now rested fully on her. There were feelings in his features which he could not hide, and she would surely see. Yet, there was also an unsettling ambition.

Perhaps, if they grew closer, she would ask him some time. Part of Frank hoped she would.

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

A sfaint hiss at being turned back around but still that same exotic flare to even the simpliest of actions as she smirked to him. The Sething passion in his eyes was well noted as was the distance HE chose for them she smirked her tounge darted briefly faintly tracing teh most likely already edgy nerve endings at teh corner of his lips as she whispered*

I am Much more than my mother ever could be.

*Soft yet slight intentional thickening of the accent unsensed as her voice returned to a slightly more normal tone for a moment though still hushed*

But isn't games what you want here? All these young girls cowering down to you and the power that your job gives you in their eyes. Spoiled... Maybe but only in American eyes by teh freedom of live and the passions and will to indulge whatever I wish... *licking her own lips* Perhaps even you had I thought that you could handle an Equal Dr.

*Once more turning the faintest of Smiles remained on her lips the seething passion his eyes would not hide victory enough for her to begin with. THis school had also been the grounds where her mothers spirit was requested to be contained byt her mother held no Mediterain blood Dyanna would not be broken... but appreciated and respected for the True power women hold... A power of will that will not bend to male whims and serve males but a Power of being and spirit that will make the males serve them*

But as you spoke of...

*Dark eyes still locked on his though betraying nothing to him just as calculated as ever*

I should return to my drom it is after all *Returning to that almost teasing whisper* It is after Cerfew

*Raven hair falling over one eye slightly as she had spoken she reached up to slowly push the hair from her face. Though perfectly "accidental" it would she knew add to whatever the affect had been thus far*

 

[cgraven]

Dyanna’s tongue darted out to tease the corners of my mouth. Her accent sensual as she purred.

I am Much more than my mother ever could be.”

And with those words of pride and distance for her mother my eyes went dead, the passion ebbed from them and pity for the young beauty took its place. As she haughtily continued.

But isn't games what you want here? All these young girls cowering down to you and the power that your job gives you in their eyes. Spoiled... Maybe but only in American eyes by teh freedom of live and the passions and will to indulge whatever I wish. Perhaps even you had I thought that you could handle an Equal Dr.

The dark beauty punctuated her remarks seductively licking her own lips. How little she knew about men, and women and sensuality. My voice took on a sad almost detached tone as I looked into her dark shimmering eyes.

“Miss Trentas how little you really know my dear. You view sex as a matter of domination a war between men and women, and you my dear by your every action show you will not bend to a man. That Miss Trentas will in the end leave you lonely and frustrated old woman”

I paused as I watched the anger flash in her eyes.

“Equals My silly little girl you will never be anyone’s equal as long as you feel you must dominate never truly giving of yourself. You speak of all these young girls cowering down to me, the power that my job gives me in their eyes. “

I grip her arms and lead her to the boat house and show her my letter of resignation.


“ Oh yes I really do crave the power of this position. You know nothing you foolish girl.”

I release Dyanna, and slum to my chair

“Go or stay Miss Trentas, it makes little difference to me as I have no time for your childish games of domination of the spirit.I am no boy for servent or you to toy with.”

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

Well then I will leave you to your pity party Dr Windsor... Perhaps sometime when you are not wallowing in self pity or whatever it is we can talk. Farewell

*Turning to leave it was as suspected by her that it would be here. THey would not know how to deal with her and try to bring her down in some twist of words... Mother had been wrong about this place it seemed and her Aunt Gianna had truely miss informed her of the ways of this place* Pity it would have been fun fromwhat they told her*

Pity this night could not have been more fun for both of us

*Soft spoken words left to float to his ears on the night air as she walked back to her dorm*

 

[cgraven]

Well then I will leave you to your pity party Dr Windsor... Perhaps sometime when you are not wallowing in self pity or whatever it is we can talk. Farewell

Her voice so condescending her airs so superior that something snapped in the dean and his temper flared as s her sarcastic voice taunted

Pity this night could not have been more fun for both of us.

She turned to leave his hand shot out grabbed her arm He pulled her to him crushing her supple form to him and his mouth closed over hers in a hard probing kiss.

This unexpected meeting for him was not about power dominance or any of the foolish notions that this dark haired beauty spoke of. No it was about a man a woman and mutual needs. And he poured those unspoken words into that single soul searing kiss.

 

[Paendragon]

Marcus

He sighed contentedly asa the blond head bobbed in his lap. The girl was good enough, but not as good as some.

His hands tangled in her hair, now, and he moved her on him. Her mouth gripped him hard, nursing him...demanding his seed. And he wouldn't disappoint.

His breathing became much more labored, and his ass clenched. A growl escaped his lips... deep from his throat.

"AAAhhhhhhh!"

Jet after jet of cum shot out of his cock into the young girls welcoming mouth. She sucked it down greedily, drawing every drop out of him, until she let him slip from her mouth.

Standing before him, the petite, blue-eyed tart smiled down at him. "Same time tomorrow, Professor, Dean?"

MArcus stuffed his cock back into his pants, and winked at her. "Undoubtedly, Emily. Your skills have improved... but you're still in need of lessons."

The girl giggled, and headed for the door. His eyes wactched her tight little ass sway under the skirt she wore, until the door closed behind her.

He stood, and checked to make sure the bulge in his pants wasn't too noticable, before heading for the door, himself. Sated, for now.

A half hour later found him wandering the halls as he always did, watching over the school, and its students. Usually innocently, other times not.

Tonight... well, the itch had been scratched somewhat. Although, his interest wasn't too hard to capture...

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

*She started to scream into the kiss enraged at his actions but something in the kiss halted that and she seemed to curl into the kiss with more fire than he may have ever suspected of so young a student her touge danced through searching in this kiss her arms slithered around his shoulders eyes closed a near primal purrrr as long slender leg slowly wrapped ever so slightly around his*

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

Dressed again in my school uniform I make my nervous way back to my room, My inability to take the Deans cock in my tiny bottom had displeased him and I know I must leave his house. I have washed and applied cream to my tender openings and feel better now as I move, the cream cool and soothing on my bare parts.

In the corridors now and I am unsure which room I should enter, there is no one to ask and night is closing in.

I can hear the soft steps of someone and I am filled with fear, and I reach for the nearest door and step inside, it is a small room that looks like a gymnasium. There are wall bars and what I think is a vaulting horse, about the size of a large dog but with rather higher legs. It is leather, loose ropes are around its legs and I notice other ropes on the wall bars.

There are gymnasts rings handing in the centre of the room, 4 of them but too close to the floor. Then I notice the rope that is used to lift the rings to the desired height.

Nervously I stand at the door and wait for the footsteps to pass. I had felt so in control as I dreamed about weraing the leather clothes, now I feel helpless again.

 

[cgraven]

Dyanna body stiffened her every fiber tense rebellious at the dean’s audacity. Then suddenly she seemed to curl into the kiss with a passionate. Her tongue danced through searching in this kiss her arms slithered around his shoulders eyes closed a near primal purrrr as long slender leg slowly wrapped ever so slightly around his.

He returned her Kiss with a fire of his own as his hands went to the buttons of her school blouse, then in the heat of that passionate kiss, he ripped open Dyanna’s blouse. The dean’s kisses followed the sensual line of the young dark beauty’s jaw and neck. My lips gently suckled her nipple through her lacy bar.

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

*Head tossed back eyes closed soft exotic whispers in greek as her fingertips swirled through his hair hugging him close to her. Equals... two people doing nothing more that feeding a passion salve to neither but both slave to the heat between them. One hand moved to caress his chest clawing at his shirt. Sculptured nails dig in slightly through the material*

 

[cgraven]

Softly whisper words her fingers entwined in his hair, her long slender fingers now at his chest, a wildcat in her driving lust, a lust equal to the dean’s own. He sweeps the dark haired beauty into his arms caring her into the boat house. The dean lays Dyanna on the day bed their lips still locked in a deep passionate kiss her blouse hangs open as he lays her down his kisses return to trace the contours of the girls heaving breasts. Lower they travel down across her smooth flat abdomen, gentle kisses seductive tonguing. The dean’s tongue dips into Dyanna’s naval, then a playful nip to the soft spot where her hip and thigh meet.

Jonathan’s finger slowly unzips her skirt, his fingers hooked in the waist band of Dyanna’s skirt and panties as he solely works them down over the sensual swell of her young hips, his kisses following the retreating fabric.