Private Tuition (13 page)

Paula planted light kisses on the insides of Louise's open thighs; touching the soft tender flesh with teasingly light kisses and licks with the tip of her tongue alternately.

Louise cried out constantly, thrashing her arms and urging her friend to get to her centre of pleasure.

Closer Paula licked, touching the sweet smelling labia, the lips swollen and expectant. Long light strokes of her tongue covered the shape of Louise's outer lips, teasing and tantalising, the tip of the tongue tracing up the between them.

"Oh God please!” Louise breathed, panting heavily and rolling her head from side to side.

The soft probing tongue parted the tender lips and entered the warm wet cavern beyond.

Paula was delighted at the wonderful sweet taste of her friend's juices that ran freely into her open and welcoming mouth. Searching and curling Paula's tongue delved deeper. Louise's thighs parted wider to allow extra access as she panted heavily in her bliss. Slowly and tantalisingly Paula worked to please her friend, drinking in the heady, musky juices of the sweet, perfect pussy.

Paula moved up to brush her lips over the hood of Louise's clitoris and began a side-to-side motion across it, lubricated with her own saliva. Louise wailed loudly as Paula's teeth gripped the hardened bud, her hips bucking violently making it difficult for Paula to maintain contact.

With long cat-like licks of her coarse tongue Paula scraped across the tip of Louise's clitoris. Louise screamed aloud and came, forcing her hips violently upwards and banging hard into Paula's face. Her slim body, supported on her feet and shoulders only, continued to be racked by involuntary shudders long afterwards.

Paula came instantly, her juices flowing down her thighs and onto the quilt as she knelt watching her friend's pleasure.

Listening outside the door in the hallway, the professor pressed his rigid cock through his trousers. He smiled broadly and walked back to his study.

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Louise stood in her bedroom. A mixture of nervousness and excited anticipation filled her. She again checked her appearance in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. When the doorbell had rung, some of the confident air that she had built for herself had escaped her and the nervousness had begun to creep in.

The professor had been good, complimenting her and helping to put her at ease whilst they awaited the arrival of his guest. Paula being out for the night as he had arranged helped also, her friend being present would have made her even more nervous and uncertain than she was now.

For ten minutes he had been talking in the lounge, business first, the professor had said—he would call her when they were ready. She had uncorked the wine to let it breathe, the glasses were on the tray, and there was nothing else she could do except wait.

She smoothed the short pleated skirt with her hands. It was dark blue so as to stand out in contrast against her white blouse, a contrast also against her sheer black hold-up stockings that she wore. With her black high-heeled shoes that emphasised her long legs and helped shape her calves, she seemed even taller than normal. The professor had insisted that she should wear her black leather collar, and it gave her a tamed look.

She brushed her long blonde hair once again, as she had done many times in the last ten minutes. It looked perfect, but she still wasn't entirely happy with it. Her confidence began to grow again though as she admired herself in the mirror, slim and elegant, good looking and so very sexy, she liked what she saw very much. Better, she thought, than she had ever looked, radiant and so very beautiful. She felt sure that the mystery guest would like her also.

Louise touched in once more the crimson lipstick that emphasised her full lips, making them the focal point of her face. Her long eyelashes added to her sexiness, her blue eyes seemed to sparkle like the dangling crystal earrings that hung down from her ear lobes.

The knock on her door startled her, breaking her thoughts and bringing momentary feelings of hesitancy back to her.

"Ready Louise.” It was the professor's velvety voice summoning her through the closed door.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. He was waiting in the hallway for her. Not smiling but not frowning, he seemed ill at ease.

"You look perfect,” he said kindly and meaningfully. “Come now."

He walked into the lounge ahead of her, and as Louise entered she was surprised to see not one but two guests, sitting waiting.

Both the men were in their early fifties, well dressed and presented, immaculately in fact, dressed in dinner jackets complete with bow ties. They had that air about them, an air that simply oozed money and position, a commanding and all-powerful look about them.

The look of surprised appreciation that appeared on their faces told Louise that any fears she made have had were unfounded. Her confidence grew.

Their eyes followed her as she moved into the centre of the room, covering her from head to foot, inspecting and taking in every last detail of the attractive girl that now stood before them. Silently they surveyed her, and Louise felt a terrific charge pulse through her at the effect she had on them. She stood proudly, happy to be the subject of their interest, happy to drink in the sexuality that charged the atmosphere of the room.

"You have excelled this time professor,” the taller of the two men enthused from his seat on the large settee, still not quite able to believe the beauty of the girl that stood before him.

"Thank you principal,” the professor accepted gratefully. His position of status was less than this man, which was obvious from the tone of his voice and the hint of nervousness that he also obviously felt.

"Is she trained?” the principal asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately, Principal, I have had her for only a short time—but she is beginning to respond well."

"Walk and turn for me girl.” The principal waved his hand casually, as though it were some kind of explicit instruction.

Louise began to walk around the room, rolling her hips, her back straight and shoulders back, thrusting her breasts hard against the thin material of her blouse. She simply throbbed with pleasure as she walked for them. Like a cat-walk model, she turned, paused and posed. revelling in the attention and the opportunity to display herself for men's hungry eyes.

She was wet, very wet indeed. The charge she felt caused her vulva to throb and her clitoris to harden so that she could feel it rubbing against the tight material of her panties. She bathed in the attention that she so loved and welcomed, men, older men, wanting her, needing her. The things they wanted to do to her body excited her so very much. She smiled and continued to walk around before their hungry eyes.

The two guests were now sitting forward on the edge of the settee. Gone was the sat-back relaxed look of when she had entered the room. Their faces were alive with excited interest, their looks at her hungry and lusting.

"Show us, professor,” the principal said absently, his eyes never leaving the lovely Louise.

The professor pointed to a spot on the floor in the centre of the room and Louise obediently walked to stand where indicated. Gripping her skirt, the professor lifted the hem above her waist to reveal her thighs and hips. The tight white panties had moulded themselves to her shape, following every contour and hiding little.

"Oh my word!” the principal gasped in awe. His friend didn't speak; his expression said all that needed to be said for him.

Louise felt a powerful surge force through her slim body, ending in her now aching vulva, her nipples tingled with electric sensation. This was what she loved.

The professor dropped the skirt and guided her by the shoulders to turn so that her back faced them. He then repeated the action of lifting her skirt and for some while the two men were treated to her firm, neat backside being displayed for them, the curve of her buttocks, covered by the light material, so appealing and desirable. The taught muscles of her long legs and thighs looked so very wonderful as they reached the swell of her buttocks at the top.

"Bend and touch the floor,” the professor said hoarsely, the pleasure and pride at his discovery of the lovely girl all too obvious. His voice faltered a little further, portraying his excitement.

Louise placed the palms of her hands flat on the floor and spread her legs wide apart as she bent, fully aware that their eyes would be fixed on her swollen labia as they pressed tightly against her panties. The shape of her would be clearly visible to all and that excited her even more.

Through her legs she could see the principal wave his hand at the professor.

"Stand up,” the professor said simply, his tone firmer and more commanding now.

"Take off the skirt,” the principal commanded as she turned to face them again.

"Experience professor?” the principal asked as she undid the skirt and let it drop to the floor. “How much experience?"

"Very little, almost untouched.” The professor cast a glance at Louise, hoping that she wouldn't contradict him. She looked straight ahead of her at the two men and didn't respond to his remark, continuing to accept the hungry, lustful looks that were being directed at her.

"Excellent, excellent!” the principal breathed and looked at Louise's long elegant legs in detail. “The blouse, girl, the blouse."

Louise slowly unbuttoned her blouse, taking her time, the red fingernails of her delicate fingers working on the white material until it was fully opened and she slipped it off her shoulders. Her tight fitting bra fought to restrain the swell of her breasts. She knew they would like them; she couldn't wait to reveal them. The excitement and feelings of being wanted continued to pump through her, heightening the pleasure that she felt.

"The bra,” the professor prompted. Louise had been lost in her own thoughts and snapped back quickly to the present. She unclipped the bra strap and, shrugging her shoulders, let it fall off to display her firm rounded breasts.

"Good god! Those nipples, will you just look at those nipples!” the second man exclaimed as Louise stood proudly smiling at the reaction.

"Come here girl,” the principal said.

Louise walked slowly over to stand between the two men, towering over them, her tightly covered mons at above eye level with them. She loved the expressions of disbelief on their faces, as they looked her over, close now, so very close to them.

The principal's hand came up to stroke her thigh, the flat of his hand moving slowly up and down the soft firm flesh, touching her with a reverence such as only the finer more expensive items in life receive. The other man did likewise on her other leg, running both his hands up from her knee to her upper thigh. Louise gasped aloud at the sensations she felt, her heart was pounding, her arousal at its highest ever.

Fingers stroked lightly over her pussy, whose hands they were she didn't care, she closed her eyes, and savouring the wonderful feelings and the sense of control she had over those hands. They were controlling her and she was more than happy to let them, but she really had the control, it was her body that was the subject of interest. She could call the shots if she wished to.

Warm fingers now on her buttocks, others moving under the elastic of her panties, more, a hand on her breast feeling the long rubbery nipple and sending shards of excited pleasure through her. She was in heaven, the attention was what she needed, what she craved, the sexual attentions of men were her high. Using her body to thrill and excite them and to get their cocks hard and ready, she had found her ultimate goal, the way to unending pleasure and sexual satisfaction.

Her panties were pulled down over her slim hips, she stepped out of them and adopted a wider-legged stance, again closing her eyes and drinking in the feelings as the hands resumed their search of her body.

Louise felt flutters of orgasm beginning to ripple through her. Fingers probed at her pussy, over her buttocks, the crease of her arse and at her tight anus. Faster the ripples washed over her, her head felt light and dreamy. Fingers inside her now, feeling her wet inner pussy, her clitoris being rubbed and her nipple pulled.

She was panting heavily, sighing and moaning as the fingers played on her. Louise cried aloud, tensing her body, gasping in air, her mouth wide in her ecstasy. She came powerfully, her body shaking as the tremors subsided. It had been wonderful, so exquisitely wonderful. Never had an orgasm given her such feelings as this. Better and better they had been, but this really was something else again.

"This one is perfect, absolutely perfect!” the principal gasped, his voice thick with arousal.

"Kneel, bitch,” the professor commanded, and landed a stinging blow to the soft flesh of her buttocks.

Louise got down on all fours. As the two men stood and undressed, she watched as their hard cocks sprang into view. Neither of them was huge, both big and stiff but not exceptional. She looked at the differences between the two rigid members, comparing them and marvelling at how each and every cock that she saw seemed to be different.

The second man moved forwards, guiding his cock towards her soft mouth, and Louise began licking the end of his glans. She tasted a blob of lubrication as her tongue passed over the eyehole of his throbbing cock. He groaned loudly as she worked on him, looking up at him with big saucer-like eyes.

Louise felt the principal's stiff cock press against the crease of her spread buttocks. She gasped at the thought of two cocks inside her at once, two men lusting for her and sating their sexual needs in her together.

The soft lips of her mouth opened and covered his glans, enveloping the cock before her, tasting and drawing in the hard warm flesh.

The cock behind her nudged at the entrance to her pussy, she could sense the excitement as it rubbed and finally parted her expectant pussy lips and entered her slowly, pushing ever up inside to fill and delight her, into her innermost depths, reaching towards her womb. The principal started a rough thrusting inside her, slamming hard into her in his haste, jarring her slim body violently.