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Winter's Snow

A tale of a randy gentleman with a yen for schoolgirl bottoms written in a strange faux-Victorian-Novel style. (Mffm, lesb, virgin, anal, felch)

He hadn't considered the possibility that Anna might reject him. No one ever had. What was that phrase she so often used to describe his effect upon her, a phrase making him feel he was being trapped? Animal magnetism. She said his made it impossible for her to deny any of his moods. She hadn't. They'd been more than an item in that small country village, a relationship the gossip of townsfolk. Everyone assumed they'd marry. The only question was, when? Petulant and self-possessed, he'd turned to others when her too attentive interest in his every thought made him fantasize about fresh conquests, made him deaf to constant transparent feminine chatter. It was the lack of challenge. She'd become too easy. It wasn't any other aspect of her that sent part of his mind wandering in search of certain diversions. Her figure, enticing appearance, every physical aspect of her seemed made to enjoy. And he did, indulging every libertine pleasure, yet found himself in dangerous and sometimes deliciously exciting situations sponsored by her other weaknesses. Her need for constant attention and affirmation provided the lubricant for his moral slipping and sliding.

Once, he'd pursued an older woman, one who'd showed little interest until he'd hinted she might find some of his talents stimulating. She'd abused him, yet he'd found her dominating personality a physical and emotional challenge, engaging in acts he might have found repulsive only a few years earlier. He'd serviced the woman and her young female companion in the most depraved fashion for the better part of a week. Then, whipped and left locked naked in a room for two days without food or drink, he'd managed to escape, avoiding her thereafter like some disease. He hadn't been able to sit comfortably for well past a week. Imagine his fright when finding himself face to face with her at a socialite's party a few weeks later. Well dressed and arm and arm with her much younger thrall, she had completely ignored his obvious discomfort. Unable to forget what he and she'd done to that young girl, and what both had done to him, he knew he'd never get the obdurate dominatrix out of his mind, something he would never admit.

A few years earlier while attending Cambridge an unbridled imagination blossomed and he'd become obsessed with the idea he should become a writer. His father, a well-to-do London businessman, had unsuccessfully attempted to steer his career toward industry and commerce, but his son had made up his mind. After reading John Cleland's, Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, and Guy de Maupassant's, Madame Tellier's Brothel, to name but a few, he imagined himself destined to create the finest erotic literature in the English language. Aware that syphilis had been the cause of Maupassant's death, he, fearing the dreaded disease, had avoided the company of worldly women and prostitutes. Instead, he dallied with much younger well-bread femmes, believing them unexposed and therefore free of such horrid plagues. Rightly or wrongly, he also believed he might avoid contagion through other less chancy forms of social intercourse, and proceeded to entice tender young darlings into performing those acts from which he'd begun to derive so much pleasure. There was the added excitement of playing these games, but he fancied himself at least as desirable and cunning as the infamous Casanova. A well disposed and set up young man, he had little trouble courting the opposite sex, and indeed at times had fought to escape being entrapped by some calculating female into that euphemistic state universally known as ‘matrimonial bliss.’

Now, anxious to get more popular books in print, he'd moved back to London to write another gentleman's novel, spicy stories men read in private. Anna had begged him not to leave, flustered and at wit's end, tear-filled soulful brown eyes like a wounded doe following his every step. That desperate neediness sent him running.

Only two days after arriving, a school girl openly flirted with him in a London park, a lithe little tart with an insatiable curiosity and the adventurous soul of a Gypsy. Blossoming breasts and sultry exotic looks made already heated blood boil as he imagined her doing deliciously naughty things that made him shudder lustfully. When she boldly asked how he earned a living, he told her he was a writer. Imagining him famous, the saucy little flirt seemed thrilled past enchantment.

On bold impulse, he offered to let the young thing read his most erotic chapter to date, hoping licentious passages would set her emotions aflame. The darling flaxen-haired nymph with large wide-set light-blue eyes was more than intrigued with his close to obsessive interest in certain pleasures, especially when reading his description of a tender young lady's orgasmic transport while performing that act for which most men would gladly die. Carefully chosen words explicitly conveyed every visual and tactile detail, no description or nuance overlooked though he knew some readers might find such brazenly sexual images far too shocking.

Not one to have intimate relations in the dark, he prided himself in detailed attention to all things visual, the sense of sight inextricably linked to eroticism. Certainly, it was that which caught his eye that made him so susceptible to enchanting charms and supple young curves.

While she read he watched sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks, imagining what changes might be taking place between those nether-lips he so desperately desired to explore with lips and tongue. She reread steamy passages over and over, delicate fingertip pausing on the page as though caressing certain words, pupils dilated with interest, budding firm breasts rising and falling within a loosely laced bodice, every body signal betraying unguarded heart-pounding excitement. Those clues held his attention. The delicious glimpse of youthful cleavage exposing pale flesh nearly to lovely rosy conical tips made him moisten dry lips and wonder at parents who'd let such a tempting morsel out of their sight.

Yes, he'd carefully played the game as well as she, eager to use the succulent-lipped flirt, even offering her money to perform spine-tingling acts Anna had mastered to please his more puissant urges.

What was that you said? You want to know more? You want all the intimate details no matter how lascivious? Very well, dear reader. As you wish. You do have a wicked curiosity! Well, back to the tale where you can draw your own conclusion regarding its moral.

His offer made her glance up from the open manuscript, blushing but clearly aroused.

"Forgive me good sir, I don't mean to be rude. I found that explicitly described act most enticing, and though the offer is . . . well, tempting, I must refuse to accept your money."

Fearing he'd acted too-much in haste, offending the tender blossom, he instantly became chagrined and apologetic.

"Dear girl! I didn't mean to offend you. Please accept my deepest apologies. I fear I was being much too forward exposing a girl of such a tender young age to such salacious temptations."

His chagrin changed to stun when she blushed and touched his hand, large blue eyes focused just below his waist.

"Oh, no! It is I who should apologize. I in no way meant to offend you. Your story has left me agitated past good judgment! I'm still trembling from images your words stirred in my bosom, as well as other parts of my body I'm afraid to mention. As to your invitation for me to explore the pleasures your lovely lady enjoyed, I simply meant to convey the fact that I can't accept money. However, you've made me so mad with desire to experience those same succulent delights I must confess I'm beside myself and nearly unable to wait another moment!"

He nearly reached orgasm upon hearing her confession. Immediately, he invited her to his flat, rigid with need to find unlicensed satisfaction.

"Sweet girl, I promise you will be able to leave before your family misses you. You are here of your free will. You can enjoy yourself and yet be home in no time at all."

Clearly a novice in a man's room, she moved from desk to window, unable to stand still in one place, so obviously aroused by what she was about, she was actually quivering. Again, he questioned her decision to play intimate games.

"Do not worry, esteemed author," she insisted, flawless cheeks pink, newly awakened desire fostering agitation, "I'll not change my mind, for you see I recently saw my parents engaged in that arousing act you so clearly and temptingly described, and wondered what pleasure my mother might receive when on her knees between my father's thighs. I confess I had no doubt about my father's pleasure by the manner in which he praised my dear mother's talented lips. What I viewed thrilled me so, I hurried back to my room and stimulated myself to newly awakened delights nearly the entire night while picturing what I had just seen! After reading your description of what the lady did to herself while performing that act you call fellatio, I must shamefully confess I have already discovered those same delights!"

That mental image made him so rigid he was unable to wait to satisfy the urgent need for release. Momentarily picturing Anna's lovely face, he further loosened the front of the small girl's bodice to expose upturned conical pink-nippled breasts, swollen rosy areolas engorged from sexual excitement. Taking both morsels between fingertips that had never performed manual work, he tweaked the sweet pair until the darling girl was beside herself with the need to touch herself under her dresses.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" he smiled. "That bodes well for what you are about to experience. Darling girl, kneel here at my feet. Tip your adorable face up, sweetest girl. Open those beautiful generous lips. How lovely! You're sure you want this pleasure? You understand that I'm about to fill that sweet mouth of yours with an immense amount of that male elixir lovers refer to as cum?"

"Tell me first, dear sir . . . what is it really like? Your heroine seemed unable to get enough to gratify her thirst for that substance you call cum. Is it truly such a tasty treat? She consumed what she described as three magnificent servings of male seed, yet begged her lover for more."

"Girls tell me the taste of cum and the act of fellating a man sends them into such states of erotic ecstasy they experience orgasmic pleasures unknown to virgins, and most certainly, old maids. Once experienced, young girls beg for the chance to repeat the performance. It’s my belief that there is some direct erotic connection between the scent and taste that makes some girls reach orgasm simultaneously. They seem to quickly acquire a taste for the act and actually need to swallow inordinate amounts of warm cum."

"Then indulge me, dear sir! Even the word sounds delicious!" she blushed, glowing, parted rosy lips trembling, trembling tongue moving between them to keep them moist as he teased her swollen pink nipples. "Let me pretend I'm your young lady in the story. Use my undeserving lips; make me submit to your will; satisfy your lust. Are you now as hard as her young lover? If so, make me suck your cock to orgasm, dear sir. Promise me that when I feel you spilling your cum in my mouth I will experience the same ecstasy she experienced. Please us both by allowing me to perform fellatio!"

"Then extend your tongue, you dear sweet girl! What an enchantingly beautiful mouth. Extend your tongue further, girl. Cup it like a serving spoon and I'll provide all you desire, for you've aroused me to the point that I most certainly will discharge a most enormous effusion!"

Hands shaking, he opened the front of his pants and took his engorged organ in hand. As soon as she saw what was about to become the object of her oral obsession, the darling girl's enthusiastic expression set him ablaze.

"Oh, save me, dear God!" she cried. "I can't contain my desire! Am I, like your heroine, being too naughty, dearest teacher? Will I forever be cursed for engaging in such deliciously wicked adventures? Shall I, like her, fall victim and find myself addicted to the sweet warm broth served up from men's spasming loins? Tell me . . . what is this poor girl to do? Use me well! Dear me, I'm so anxious to please you!"

"You'll not be damned, sweetest girl. You'll soon experience heaven's pleasures! Trust me for I know where from I speak. Learn to please and, you'll experience even greater pleasures than do those foolish unwilling women who only submit to partner's raptures instead of relishing what wiser females have learned to enjoy. Learn to perform fellatio well for your pleasure as much as mine. The greater your need for the viscous rewards, the greater your orgasmic enjoyment! Remember, you must always use words that most heighten the experience, words meant to arouse the most heated response! Use those words I used in my book, those words banded as too-naughty and salacious for every-day conversation, but not for aroused lovers of lust!"

"Dearest teacher, please do not make me wait! I will do my very best! I want so to learn how to perform fellatio, to coax that warm treasure from your cock gentlemen call cum! This girl is nearly faint with eagerness to please! I beg you! Instruct me in how to suck your cock to orgasm! Cock! Suck! Cum! Dear God! Even the words make me weak with salacious desire!"

"Dear girl! You will learn to adore saying and thinking those words! You will soon experience raptures just taking my cock in your sweet mouth and swallowing my spurting cum! Only now, continue to hold your mouth open wide, my darling young pet! Curiosity and appetite will soon be satisfied when I spend my cum over your waiting tongue!"

Never in his life had he seen such desire as he masturbated directly onto her wide pink tongue, white milky swags of ejaculate surging into the darling young beauty's trembling open-lipped mouth. The sight was so deliciously wicked he nearly lost his grip on his rigid cock. Blue eyes aglow, cheeks pink with excitement she'd captured the entire spurting effusion, mouth wide open and overflowing with cloudy ejaculate. Shuddering in rapture the tiny girl caught the last pearl on the tip of her tongue, a shimmering pearl filling her mouth dangerously close to overflowing.

"Now, dear girl, close those lovely lips and swallow what I've sent gushing into your pretty mouth! Spit nothing! You must learn to always swallow! History has taught us that girls known for stunning beauty and youth attribute their loveliness to swallowing enormous amounts of cum!"

Just like Anna, she did, swallowing repeatedly to get tenacious ejaculate down. Licking full, glossed lips, she shuddered uncontrollably and smiled.

"Dearest teacher! How delicious! How fortunate I am! It was just as you described in your book! Did I please you, dear sir? Tell this poor girl she deserves such pleasure! I'll kneel here forever if you give this undeserving girl more cum, dearest teacher! Feed me your delicious cum! No wonder girls award it such high praise! Never have I experienced such delights! Just as you promised, I reached orgasm while swallowing your cum! The scent and taste caused me such pleasures! What has come over me? What has caused me to experience such transports of pleasure? My secret parts actually gushed when I heard you telling me to swallow your delicious cum! That word makes me quiver! Good sir, do all men produce such abundance? You delicious treat completely overfilled my mouth!" Quickly, she got one hand busy under full skirts. "This is what I did all night after seeing my dear mother fellating my father! I became so faint with excitement I feared I was about to take my last mortal breath on earth as I masturbated to numerous orgasms!"

Knowing what the darling girl was about, he took the lesson a step further.

"Then suck on your fingers, sweet girl. Taste the heat of your tender cunt. Let me smell your fingers, girl. Make them wet with your youthful excitement."

Fingering herself madly, she stopped to suck all of her fingers, then repeated the act for over a minute, shuddering as she brought herself to orgasm. Large pupils dilated, small hand extended, she let him inhale the consequences of her excitement.

"Do you like it?" she blushed as he sucked her fingers clean, his cock still swollen and throbbing.

"I do, sweet girl," he smiled. "You must exhibit your charms while performing self stimulation. Pull up you skirts so I may see your lovely secrets. Don't deny me such pleasure; and remember, you darling young girl, I insist you always show me your pretty pink tongue after fellating me to prove you've consumed all my cum!"

She stuck it out and wagged it under his lavender crest.

"Cum! What a lovely word! It makes me wet inner thighs just hearing you speak the word! Give me more cum, dear teacher! See? I've made myself wet just saying that word! I beseech you to use my undeserving mouth! I'll swallow all the cum you can give me! Finally I understand my mother's thirst, her whispered requests for more pleasing rewards! Though it makes me blush, I was a very naughty girl when pressing my ear to my parent's doors to overhear mother's impassioned cries. But now the cause of those transports become clear! I want to become the princess of all sexual pleasures . . . a slave of passion, an open receptacle for your delicious cum!"

"Then suck me to ejaculation, you darling little tramp! I'll cum again in no time at all!" he said, thankful for the stamina of youth.

With a hunger for masculine desserts exceeding that which most girls confess for sugared sweets, her insatiable appetite for semen convinced him young girls were the perfect playmates. Somehow, using a younger girl added excitement to acts that had become routine with Anna, though she was only a few years the girl's elder. After all, didn't most men have a penchant for pliable tarts? Still, he would have been ashamed had anyone discovered him indulging, what did Anna call them? Delicious perversions. He most definitely and totally indulged them.

The adorable hardly more than pubescent tart became an enthusiastic receptacle for the rewards of her talents, eagerly dropping to her knees at his feet and fellating him at least three times on each occasion they met, usually in front of a large looking glass in his flat. She had absolutely no shame! Masturbating theatrically, little fingers-frigging her tiny twat, she watched as his torrential pleasures surged into her waiting mouth.

"How delicious, this male treasure . . . this fluid men refer to as cum! Oh, dearest teacher! I've wet myself again! Do all girls gush so when excited? I imagine myself performing for others to enjoy! I picture a room teeming with girls just like me, each of us enjoying the heated pleasures of unabashed eroticism; the same as the mention I found in an ancient Latin studies text of the Roman orgies of old. Think what an audience might do if this were performed on a stage! How I adore watching myself perform this oral act! Do you think I might become an actress? Did you see how you filled my mouth? See my tongue? I've swallowed every sweet drop of delicious semen! Will you soon fill my little cunt with your cock? Will you fill me repeatedly with warm cum so I can use it to increase my pleasures while sucking and masturbating?"

"Not your tiny cunt, darling girl. There is a great danger of leaving you pregnant. There are other enticing pleasures for you to enjoy."

They might have been sisters, their parents, lust, for Anna also loved to perform in front of a mirror so she could watch herself consuming what she described giggling as "copious pearlescent spurting profusions!" Willing to please, he allowed the charming girl to repeat her performances, the half-nude nymph almost gagging while attempting to fellate his manhood to his groin, making him cum-off so hard and so deep in her throat, rivers of cum ran from her pretty little nose.

The sweet young thing begged for direction, so he taught her the fine arts of pleasing herself, insisting she spread her legs wide and expose all feminine secrets so he might better see that small lovely cleft of Venus. Nearly naked and draped over his bed, legs spread like a discarded doll, she allowed him to explore the juicy curly blonde nest while spreading small plump lips with her dainty fingertips. To better enjoy those tender delights, he shaved away every curl between the darling girl's lovely thighs, leaving her virgin crotch as smooth as fine porcelain but warmer than freshly baked bread. When she parted those small now hairless lips, a pink nub at its apex stood like a tiny erection. Tongue wagging as though she wished she could lick it, she frigged herself to quivering fluid-spraying orgasm. Fingers sliding over the pink swollen gland after exploring her juicy sheath, she sighed and sucked slippery wet fingers.

"What pleasure! It's so slippery it's a shame you can't fill my little cunt with warm cum! I know I'm only a novice. Please . . . teach me how I might better delight you! Show me what other women do that you prefer. What do they do to please you?"

"They sometimes stroke me off with their hands, like this," he said, masturbating so she could learn what pleased him. "No matter how they get it, all women want to drink warm semen. Use my wine glass, darling girl. Catch my pearls in the crystal when I ejaculate. I'll repeat the act a number of times to give you a substantial treat . . . then let me watch while you drink my still-warm spunk!"

He'd always dreamed he might find an enthusiastic student such as she, a girl who begged for the opportunity to make semen burst from the tip of his rigid sex, a young girl who truly loved to consume that slightly salty seed. His transports were undeniably prodigal, and like Anna, simply viewing the erupting spectacle excited the darling young beauty to earth moving orgasms. Large blue eyes fixed on the surging shimmering excess, she always caught it in her mouth or in a wide-mouth wine crystal. Ultimately, kneeling at his feet, she smiled submissively up into his eyes.

"Now I understand why women want to drink these precious male fluids, dear teacher! Please allow me the pleasure of swallowing your warm cum! I beg your permission to swallow it all while you watch me! Every sweet pearlescent drop! I dream of nothing else at night as I masturbate in my bed! Am I to be punished for wanting to swallow so much cum? Am I a wicked girl for considering it a most salubrious treat?"

"Not at all, darling girl! You are a treasure! Let me demonstrate another delight for your pleasure. Spread your lovely legs wide and drink all of it while I lavish kisses on your deliciously sweet pink cleft of Venus, that lovely wet cunt!"

And while the darling girl consumed the entire glass-full of warm cum, supping on its contents with unashamed ribald delight, he lavished kiss after kiss on her smooth parted cunt, spreading and probing juicy pink inner-lips with his flashing tongue. The girl's orgasms were as voluminous as his and he drank long from the small dainty sheath, often with a middle finger screwed deep up her hot little arse, an act that made her wiggle like a serpent. The aroused scent of her bum drove him mad to replace finger with tongue. So doing, he repeatedly wormed it deep up her smoothly shaved pucker, a heavenly slick pink-lined anus.

"Dear teacher!" she moaned, crying out enraptured, rolling onto her tummy and lifting narrow hips so he could invade her even deeper. "Dearest God, how you make me wiggle and gush! Your tongue is even more maddening than your finger! Analingus! I read about it in your book. What an erotic act! See! The sensation of your tongue in my bum makes me gush! Dearest teacher! You swallow my juice like I swallow your cum!"

"Masturbate for me girl. Frig yourself. Make yourself spray into my mouth . . . watch me drink your feminine discharges!"

While he lay with his face between warm feminine thighs, she masturbated to multiple orgasms, drenching him with such volume of vaginal gush he thought perhaps she must have pissed!

Quick to learn, she delighted herself daily, finger-frigging herself half-naked while stroking him to spine-tingling heights, sometimes directly into her waiting mouth or into the always handy large wine crystal. Adding to the licentious act, she often masturbated herself into the same goblet, vaginal gush almost filling the vessel.

"See!" she beamed, raising the crystal to examine the mixed juices of cum and cunt. "What a lovely cocktail!"

As always, she made a wickedly obscene production of feasting on the consequences of her awakened cravings, taking prodigal mouthfuls of ejaculate, then spilling them back in the crystal so she could truly appreciate just how large his orgasms had been! Like Anna, the girl was completely insatiable, fastidiously milking cum out of his spending organ, then greedily swallowing every sticky drop.

One afternoon after discovering a lurid description of anal sex in one of his manuscripts, she became mad with desire to be taken like that, bending over his bed and presenting a most delectably firm virgin bum. "If not in my cunt, then I must experience that thrill! When you did that to me with your tongue I nearly died! See! I'm spreading these cheeks so you might drive that long rigid organ of pleasure up my hot little arse! Fuck me up my arse! Bugger me, sir, or I 'll not fellate you again!"

Which of course she did as soon as he withdrew from the semen-slippery grip of her no longer virgin spasming bum, sucking every bit of sticky cum and sauce from the still rigid throbbing shaft, making the act appear more obscene!

"Dearest teacher, I've become so depraved! What's to become of me? You've made me mad with desire to suck you to orgasm after being buggered like that. I'm driven to maddening raptures! Should I be punished for surrendering to such outrageous desires? Is all lost in my abandoned chastity? What man would have me once discovering what I've done, to what fiery depths my spirit and girlish cunt has been plumbed?"

"Many would enshrine you in their beds!" he laughed, recovered from the steamy pleasure. "But because you've been so delightfully naughty, I'll spank your firm little arse while you suck me to heaven's gates!"

"Oh, dearest teacher! Spank me and make me suck you for hours without rest! Make me suck every sweet drop of cum from your proud stiff cock! Cum! Cum! Nothing makes my little cunt so hot and gush so much as the taste of delicious cum while I'm fingering my just fucked arse!"

He did, turning her arse-cheeks bright-red as she fellated him, even tying her wrists to ankles and buggering her while delivering tear-producing spankings across the cheeks of her proud little arse. Not only did she suck better, she insisted on fellating him after he had furiously buggered her, the entire time begging for more cum and heated spankings! The results were astounding! She only became more depraved, pleading with him to bugger her daily and allow her the delight of sucking his cock as soon as he withdrew from her tight little cum-loaded anus.

"Dear sir . . . please take me again . . . bugger me until I cry! I so need your long cock deep up my bum! Did you know I can feel it when you send your cum surging inside me? The sensation drives me to such unexplored heights it makes me mad to swallow it more than ever!"

"Cum, sweet girl. When you use those words, it makes sex even lustier! When you speak with me, and if I'm not fucking it, I want to see you finger yourself up your arse and play with your little pink cunt! Be libidinous, girl! Always perform licentiously for our pleasures. That's why men adore girls of your age. What pleasure, cuming in an innocent young girl's mouth . . . watching them swallow our cum!"

"Thank you, dear sir! I do need to suck! I'm my mother's daughter. I saw her fellate my father again. I peeked when they were lost in the raptures of fellatio . . . while she swallowed my father's cum! I could hear her swallowing while he pleaded for her to do it. I masturbated to maddening pleasures, using my fingers up my arse and cunt! I had to clean my mess up from the floor! I made such randy noises I nearly betrayed myself out of desire to see my father bugger her. No sooner had the thought raced through my sex-maddened mind, he made her grasp her ankles and buggered her for nearly an hour, just as you bugger me! I nearly died with pleasure as he came-off again and again. During one of his orgasms she made him withdraw, and turning, took the surging ejaculate in her mouth and sucked him to orgasm before letting him retire! Lucky mother! My father has a very proud cock, a shaft nearly as long as yours and capped with a very large crest! I know I'm a horrid daughter for even thinking such things, but I confess I'd bend over for him if he insisted! Imagine the sight of a father buggering his only daughter! If my mother wanted to watch, I'd do it! See what you've made me? Oh, well. They are an amorous pair and pursue pleasures like us, whenever they find the opportunity! She truly knows how to please him as well as herself. Their play made me so hot I nearly died! I played with myself so long my hot little cunt and arse were actually sore!"

The entertainment she provided delighted him immensely, a tender appearing innocent who enjoyed exposing herself solely for his gratification, begging for acts most females viewed as perverted and behaving like a libidinous whore. Actually, he feared that was what most girls would become if they didn't soon marry after discovering the delicious pleasures of libertine sex.

After two months of indulging such lustful pleasures, his roving eye began following other young curves. He decided to take advantage of his newest conquest one day when she came to his flat after school.

"Sweet girl, the time has arrived in your education for new challenges and libertine lessons. I insist you introduce me to other attractive young tarts. We shall have new games to play."

Initially, his usually submissive playmate resisted.

"Must I, dearest teacher? Do I not please you enough? Must I now share you with other girls?"

"You were the one who mentioned roomfuls of girls, but have it your way, my sweet girl. I felt it was time for you to expand your limited pleasures, time to discover new lascivious delights. Perhaps it is time for me to find someone new who will do my bidding and not question my more experienced knowledge."

"But I do, dear teacher! I do everything you ask of me. Why must you punish me this way? You've made me a tramp! I'm your slut, your personal whore!"

"If it's punishment you desire, I assume denying you the pleasures you've come to enjoy will be punishment enough. So be it. I have other pleasurable things to accomplish."

"Do not send me away," she sighed, large tears welling up in blue eyes. "I'll acquiesce, dearest teacher! Perhaps I should have been spanked even harder. I am a slut for cum! Yes, I'll do it! Lovely girls! I'll bring you the prettiest girl I know!"

A day later she brought him an exotic dark-haired classmate her age, a girl who’s mixed parentage a fashioned a mouth-watering work of art. Cad that he was, he had new perversions to exercise.

"Dear girl, show this raven-haired beauty what you've learned in my private school."

The now submissive tart did as asked, quickly kneeling and opening his pants, taking cock in both hands and stroking him to engorged erection while her wide-eyed dark-skinned girlfriend watched open mouthed. The sight of two young girls before him aroused him to new heights of lust and sweat was running down his collar.

"Stroke me off, darling girl . . . stroke me to orgasm while I use this raven-haired nymph for my pleasure!"

Hand between the lovely Mulatto's thighs, he toyed with a very aroused mount of Venus. Thrilling him to knee-shaking weakness, the exotic girl's small cleft was juicy as over-ripe fruit, her clitoris as long as his little fingertip! When he had her excited to orgasm, large dark eyes announcing a state of swoon, he eased the dark-skinned beauty to the floor next to his young sex slave who was stroking him close to climax with both hands.

"Ah, you sweet young things . . . make me cum-off in your beautiful friend's epicurean mouth! Stroke me, dear girl! Make me spurt like Champagne! I want you to watch as she swallows my surging desserts!"

Perspiration on upper lip, the darling young girl did as requested, coaxing her sweet friend closer with lusty words.

"Open your mouth like I did, dear friend. I'm about to make him give up his delicious treasures! You are about to suck this handsome cock . . . and swallow quite a generous amount of warm cum!"

Artfully stroking his tumescent uncircumcised cock with skill, crest pressed against the extended tongue, she milked powerful surges of thick warm semen into her young friend's waiting mouth.

"Swallow his sweet cum, then show us your tongue!" she beamed, looking to her teacher for his approval.

The Mulatto sucked the creamy crest until he sent another surge of cum in her mouth, the girl’s large dark eyes betraying her pleasure as she slurped down the thick sticky ejaculate.

Over a period of two months, his thrall introduced him to three other beauties her age. Easily excitable and thrilled to learn, the darling girls were putty in experienced hands. He was rigid in their inexperienced mouths, but their naiveté quickly turned to expertise! Was it peer competition? Each girl tried to outdo the other. Still, he made the girl watch her classmates fellate him, then buggered all three while she masturbated for their voyeuristic pleasures. Imagine his joy having three young girls to use, three young tarts all mad to be arse-fucked, all mad to consume an excess of warm semen! There were days when he wasn’t sure if he could cum again, and he struggled to pace himself.

"Expose yourself, girl! Show us your cunt! Masturbate openly while they take my cum in their mouths! Watch these young lovelies swallow my sweet creamy excess! Don't you enjoy seeing me bugger their arses? Finger yours, girl! Imagine my cock stroking your tight little arsehole!"

For those two months he denied the flaxen-haired girl oral gratification in hopes she'd perform another sexual act he wanted to see, his position leaving the dear girl in tears.

"Dearest teacher! I beg you! Use my mouth again like you first did! Let me be the one to swallow your sweet cum!"

"Not until you dine on your young girlfriend's sweet cunts . . . particularly your Mulatto friend. I want to watch you lick her sweet lips of Venus and slide that magic tongue of yours up her tight little arse, to bring her to sweet orgasm just as I did!"

She only sighed and looked away. So instead, he made her masturbate him into their mouths and watch as they drank the ejaculate. Using every persuasion, he performed cunnilingus, lavishing ardent kisses across swollen clefts, licking and sucking until the darling girls were spraying like sparkling wine. No matter the number of kisses he lavished on her Mulatto girlfriend's tasty treasures made the girl willing to engage in Sapphic sex with the dark exotic femme, an act he'd read about and so longed to watch girls perform. How he wished he'd lived during the Greek period when the temple of Lesbos flourished.

Imagine then his pleasure one rainy afternoon in his flat, when two of the little blonde’s girlfriends were recovering from one of his intense tongue-lashing sessions, the Mulatto beauty, having regained her senses, drew her blonde classmate down upon the soft cushions and performed cunnilingus and analingus on the darling girl's wide-open smoothly shaved crotch. Until that moment, the girls had been enjoying an afternoon of ribald pleasures, playfully perfecting the art of fellatio and surrendering to his tongue between warm young thighs. Wide eyed and eager to watch, they attended their Mulatto friend’s journey into the sweet realm of Lesbos! Two let their dark-skinned classmate perform the spine-tingling oral act, including the little blonde. Those acts so aroused the author, he took advantage of one of the young girls and reached orgasm twice in her adorable mouth as he watched the Nubian perform both lesbian oral sex acts for the rest of the afternoon.

Still, the blonde girl refused to reciprocate, though willingly spreading pretty legs for the Mulatto's eager lips and sending floods of cunt-gush spraying into the girl's mouth. In hopes of changing her mind, he always made her watch as his tongue brought supple girlfriends to limb-quivering climaxes after buggering them, experiences the darling young things begged to enjoy. Then he allowed them to swallow what she so desperately craved, cuming-off in eager open mouths. Pouting, and madly jealous of classmates, the young beauty still refused to perform cunnilingus.

Disappointed, he began to loose interest and thought a change of scene might prove advantageous. There were few things on his mind beside sex, most centered there, including his desire to become famous as a writer of that special genre. Following a sudden whim, and in hopes of teaching her a lesson, he departed London without letting his young playmate fellate him to climax, insisting she watch her Mulatto classmate swallow that last load just before he boarded the steamer.

As winter darkened London skies and heavy snows left the city all but silent, he journeyed south and spent the next year living in the warmth of an ancient city named Tarfaya on the coast of Morocco. Though he couldn't speak the language, there were many natives who spoke English adequately and he prepared to thoroughly enjoy the challenge of finishing his half-completed story and finding more hungry-for-pleasure young girls.

Abhorring domestic chores, and once again randy, he quickly hired a middle-age housekeeper after discovering she had young attractive twin daughters. In more ways than one, both reminded him of the school girls in London. The mother knew what he did with her exotic daughters, yet said nothing because he paid her well by the standards of what she might earn had she worked for someone else.

He was surprised to find such young girls so proficient at fellatio, both acknowledging they'd been servicing older men since childhood, something many men of their country expected of unmarried girls when wanting to relieve insistent sexual urges. The twins came to his room the first night half naked, tussled with and aroused him to tumescence, mutually fellating him twice before letting him sleep. Obviously not naïve about men’s orgasms, both seemed enjoy swallowing his cum. Then, before arising the next morning, each playful sprite fellated him twice again.

Before long, when he wasn't writing, he was indulging appetites his mother would have found disgusting. Concerned about putting young girls in the family way, he soon had them requesting that sex act books refer to as Greek, the act the tiny London school girl had begged for daily on hands and knees. He'd derived an inordinate thrill doing what he'd done to her, driven by tightening depravity, using his tongue in young beauties bums after giving them randy buggerings.

He'd first experienced that act when the dominatrix made her young thrall spread his buns while she ravaged his rear with a large rubber wand. The almost painful act became more randy when the woman made the girl use her tongue in his violated hole after withdrawing the long rubber wand. After he'd serviced the older woman's lust with his tongue, she'd whipped his buns and made him bugger her young submissive numerous times. Lashing his behind with a thick black leather strap, her greatest pleasure seemed achieved when she made him kneel behind her thrall after an hour of buggering the sweet young thing's extremely tight anus, spread the girl's pretty cheeks and suck out his still warm seed.

On three occasions he'd been forced to perform the act, one that made him spend almost violently into a clear glass device the dominatrix insisted he wear so she could see the moment of his enormous ejaculations. After multiple orgasmic spasms subsided, she made him remove the now full bottle-like receptacle. While her submissive licked his arse and masturbated him to another orgasm, the woman made him drink the warm cloudy contents from the vase as the girl swallowed what she was milking from his tumescent surging cock. The act of being made to swallow his cum made him cum-off even harder, blinding climaxes made even more intense by fiery swats across his buns and the darling young girl's talented mouth and tongue working to drain his virile balls.

Left with a disturbing urge to taste every girl after buggering them, he'd insisted young beauties sit on his tongue after he’d filled their bums with multiple orgasms. Most had, fellating him to orgasm while he attempted to exhaust them further. Performing analingus, he'd driven each girl mad with the randy pleasure of his tongue working in and out of their just-fucked arses.

He'd been raised by a Victorian mother who hated everything about sex. Not one moulded by religion, he'd ignored all of the baseless rumours concerning self-abuse, masturbating frequently while reading racy novels behind locked doors. For him , sexual pleasure topped the list.

An avowed agnostic, he found little to apologize for, believing he was doing little to hurt such pliant libidinous girls who were providing salubrious grist for new books. What bothered him most was something he couldn't explain. He was missing Anna almost desperately, and did everything he could to try to keep thoughts of her out of his mind, especially while being entertained by such a delectable pair of young dark-eyed nymphs.

His room had the amenities of a Roman estate with a private bath and deep soaking-tub carved from white marble. There was warm water galore from a natural spring and he insisted they all bathe day and night to keep fresh and clean. The girls soon begged for enemas, masturbating wildly as the warm waters cleansed slippery colons. Using his razor, he taught the twins how to shave, insisting they keep his face and their olive-skinned crotches as smooth as baby bottoms.

He'd gone overboard to enhance the illusion of living in a seraglio, draping walls with exotic fabrics and colorful pillows from Turkey and dressing the twins in scanty silk lingerie ordered from Paris. He taught them to read and write a bit of English and read portions of his work to the enthralled pair, explicitly sexual and erotic passages many self-righteous would have labelled gratuitous.

Training them well, he finally succeeding in seducing the tractable pair into performing that act he so longed to observe, ejaculating just from the sight when the sisters worked eager tongues into open pink cunts. Both were quick to become enthusiastic and consummate cunnilinguses, willing to perform any libidinous act, begging him to masturbate over the sister's plump little pussy-lips they were licking to orgasm. Their hunger for cunt and arse brought to mind the Mulatto, and he wished he had her there in his chambers to join in the ribald fun. Those performances delighted and aroused him to new heights of impassioned desire. Never venturing outside of their walls, the twins cavorted half-nude throughout his rooms playing every lesbian game when he was otherwise occupied.

Unable to ignore debased craving, he'd succeeded in getting the pair to perform analingus after spending himself to delirium in those tightest of sheaths. At first they'd hesitated, but acquiesced after he'd done it to them many times, spreading firm smooth cheeks with both hands so he could get at those slippery still open tubes with mouth and tongue. Enthralled by the climax-producing stimulation, they were soon eagerly taking turns lying bum-up on firm tummies, holding golden cheeks spread wide so their twin might better get at the cum-slippery treat. After nearly filling the tightest bodily openings young girls possess, firm little golden-bronze cheeks spread to accept the anal invasion, he withdrew the still stiff erection so a twin might suck it clean of the sticky white froth, then dine on her sister's nubile flesh and his thick load of copious oozing ejaculate.

"Spread her cheeks, wide," he'd smile, cock still hard enough to fuck the slippery tube again. "See how her sweet little arse puckers and winks? Girl! Bear down and squeeze my cum from your arse so your sister can lick it up!"

The twin would flex internal muscles, making huge wads of pearlescent cum surge from the semen-filled sheath, great shimmering pearls of glistening jism running down over the open lips of her getting-licked cunt.

"Now suck it up!" he insisted. "Suck my cum right out of her arse!"

Mouth over the juiciest of crotches, the sister sucked and swallowed as her twin orgasmed without stop. The twins became giddy with pleasure seeing pink nether-tubes flowing pearlescent rivers of cum.

"Can you see, master?" each asked, holding cheeks spread wide, fingers stretching open the just-buggered anal sheath. "There is so much cum! Look how your cum fills her tube! Watch me, master! Is mine as pretty? Watch me suck your cum from her arse!"

Both made sure he could see as they licked and sucked up the warm milky floods. That sight bore a less settling memory of what he'd done to that older woman after her man-servant had thoroughly serviced her rear, but he usually put those thoughts out of his mind.

The duet were a divine diversion, each mad to perform analingus after he'd emptied himself in fist-tight sheaths. Oh, how he loved to watch them perform that act. There was something wildly erotic about watching a bronze-skinned girl on her knees spreading her twin sister's cheeks so he might drive his rigid manhood into that tight warm tunnel of forbidden flesh. Smiling salaciously, each girl took turns watching a surrendering sphincter suck the long stiff penetrator like a calf sucks a mother's teat, tight little anuses extracting multiple surges of the tenacious gelatinous jism each sister longed so to swallow. And each girl did, as soon as he withdrew from those stretched open pink tubes, ejaculate flowing like unstrung pearls in saliva between the perfect curves of beautiful, firm youthful cheeks.

On days when his libido ran amuck and he could maintain an erection for hours, he let each twin take turns riding the long rigid shaft as he lay on his back on the bed. Both exotic almond-eyed girls begged him to fuck plump little cunts, but following strict orders, took orgasms in their mouths or deep up fist-tight bums. Then, squatting over a mirror-image radiant face, each forced just deposited thick ejaculate into a waiting sister's pink tongue-out open mouth.

"See her eat it, master! See her swallowing your seed! My turn next, master . . . fill her arse with warm cum!"

Such acts drove him to near sexual madness, and on occasion he surrendered to their wishes, doing to them what the dominatrix had him do to her thrall. Buggering each beauty two or three times, he trembled on the edge of another orgasm as either straddled his face. Perfect little arse-holes drove him mad with desire as he spread their firm bums with his hands and examined the just fucked rosy puckers. Cunt lips parted, pink and glossed with excitement, they settled on his open lips, anal tubes now loaded with semen speared by his piston thrusting tongue.

"Allah save me!" they cried as he sucked juicy crotches. "Make us surrender to your every desire! Oh, master! Your tongue is truly divine! You make us wet your face!"

He sucked his ejaculate from pulsing arses as the other twin stroked his still firm erection, lashing him with a leather belt to such levels of arousal he'd ejaculate like a wild bull onto a black onyx dish.

"Show us how you eat it!" they'd cry, spanking his bare arse. "Lick up all of your sweet cum!"

The twins smiled at each other and lashed his arse a bright red while he licked up the sticky mess, a large thick pearlescent pool in a polished jet-black stone saucer.

Supported by huge pillows, red wine in hand, he watched the twins engage in the bawdiest of acts. Lubricated and glowing with virgin olive oil, writhing in the heated excitement of lesbian debauchery, drink they did, giggling, spanking each other and playing like wild kittens. Flushed faces pressed between a moaning twin-sister's ass-cheeks. Mouths, glossed with jism he'd only moments earlier deposited in smooth bottomless tubes, sucked out and devoured cum like warm caviar. The two were becoming absolutely delicious young sluts. Discovering the twins peeking through shutters at his fourteen year old house boy, he brought the youth into the suite.

"I grant you the pleasure of using the lad. Act out any desires! I especially want to watch you eating his cum!"

"Dear master!" they cried. "We'll have a cum-feast!"

They nearly fell upon and used the boy for almost two days without rest, taking turns fellating him while the other performed analingus, either on her sister or the boy. The lad was wildly energetic, able to orgasm almost without rest, and must have given them some twenty or more amazing orgasms both days, a boy who could send a tea-cup of ejaculate spraying from groin to his chin! The adolescents frolicked like kittens and performed every libidinous act they desired, even insisting the boy fellate their master while they played with each other and watched.

Indulging their wishes and somewhat curious, he stood and allowed the lad to fellate him while a twin worked her tongue up his arse. The boy sucked almost as well as his raven-haired playmates and eagerly swallowed cum as the twins performed analingus on both males. Now at a fever pitch, the girls pressed for more.

"Have him bugger one of us while he's sucking you off! We'll lick his arse at the same time!"

Straddling a twin backward, he let the boy suck him again. The act must have excited the lad to new heights of arousal. Sucking and swallowing as jism filled his mouth, the lad gulped down two loads of semen, so aroused he sent three of his own up the girl's tight little anus. To heighten the boy's act, the other sister licked the boy's ass as he came. Those performances made the twins clap their hands!

"Indulge us further, master! Let us see you take his seed from her arse with your tongue!"

Trembling with lust, he surrendered to the darling girl's wishes (as well as his own dark desires) and performed analingus on the just buggered twin while the boy gave up two more orgasms in her sister's tight anal sheath. The girls where delighted when he performed analingus on the second twin, sucking and swallowing until there was little or no more semen to be sucked from the pulsing spasming tube.

After the non-stop orgy, he dismissed the boy, giving him strict orders never to repeat a word about what he'd experienced, forbidding him on fear of dismissal to speak to or have sex with the hot-blooded twins again.

Robust from a steady diet of semen and rich meals, rosy cheeked from daily glasses of French wine, the twins loved to frolic and allowed every lascivious pleasure his devious mind had ever imagined. He imagined libraries! They grew plumpish . He grew thinner.

It was spring when he packed again and booked a ship's passage back to London. The twins cried rain-storms when they learned he was leaving, nearly killing him with sexual favours, teasing six magnificent orgasms from him in a single day, feasting on the warm salty spunk as it surged from his cock or was sucked from a sister's cute little arse. Though the girls were satiated with that bounty of cum, he left the succulent pair pouting, but hinted he might return the next year. Little did he know what lay in store.

Gray rain seemed endless and kept him inside his flat but gave him more time to edit what he'd written in Morocco. He wrote for hours on end, and had it not been for the landlady he might have forgotten to eat. Bowls of steaming soup and large bread-rolls were left outside his door. He heard retreating steps after her gentle taps to get his attention on the hallway wall.

By August he'd finished two novels, and took them to his agent after receiving a reply acknowledging a time to meet. His agent, a sometimes critical but gentle man, was pleased by the new works. Smiling grandly, the man presented him with a bank statement showing the spoils from his novel written the year before. The sum was enormous by any stretch of mind, and he'd struggled to maintain some degree of equanimity. He wrote out a generous draft for his agent's efforts, a figure far greater than the man had expected and he had to assure the fellow that the check had been more than well-earned.

He went to his post-box and found a small stack of mail, seven perfectly scribed letters from Anna and two amusing hand-scrawled messages from the twins in Tarfaya, all nine filled with confessions and steamy offers not suitable for public print. He smiled and reread each, sultry voices in his mind stirring urges ignored for the last few months, suddenly so stiff he feared someone would notice.

Taking a cab to the district where he'd first met the young school girl, he sat on a bench and waited for the classes to end. He saw her appear in the company of another girl, a chunky little thing with curly red hair. When the lovely creature saw him, she left her red-headed companion and rushed to his side, full of urgent questions and girlish chatter. They exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before he pressed a scrap of paper with his address thereon into the palm of her small warm hand. She read the note, blushed as red as her friend's hair, full lower lip between perfect white teeth.

"Pay me a visit, darling girl. My balls are full of cum. I'll let you suck me to orgasm again."

"Dear teacher! My cunt is so wet it feels as though I just pee'd! The thought of swallowing warm cum may make me nearly fall faint on the spot! I'll do anything you ask!"

"Then bring your Mulatto friend with you," he whispered.

Though she didn't say so in words, enthusiastic blue eyes answered his last whispered request. He knew the eager-to-play tart would be at his door well before nightfall.

It was late in the afternoon when he heard the knock and opened the door. There stood the two girls. He didn't speak, nor did they, but all were quick to engage in other much more intimate and pleasurable intercourse.

"I've thought of nothing else!" whispered the tiny blonde, emotions out of control, kneeling before him, small fingers struggling to open the front of his pants to get at his cock. "Dearest teacher! Do not deny me! Let me suck you to orgasm! You have no idea what you've made of me, to what depths my soul has sunk! For nearly a year I've thought of nothing else but fellatio and being buggered by you! You can't know how desperately this poor girl needs to swallow warm cum!"

It was the first time he'd cum-off in her mouth since denying her the pleasure. She swallowed the torrent with near reverence as her smiling, masturbating Nubian friend watched.

"Am I to understand that you haven't indulged your addiction in my absence? You have been sucking-off other gentlemen?"

"I confess I consider it daily," she whispered, cheek red, voice raspy with the thick patina of semen coating her throat, "but I've not yielded to those urges though sorely tempted, and if you hadn't returned I most surely would have succumbed!"

"What an apropos word," he smiled, cock twitching with energy. "Succumb." Does it not sound very much like you are saying, suck-cum?"

She giggled madly and nodded pretty head.

"So it does, dearest teacher, and surely I would have! Not a day has passed without me fancying myself at some man's feet, a stiff cock stroking my happy mouth, balls raining warm storms of cum down my throat! I've been so close to surrendering all pretence of propriety and begging some gentleman to use my mouth for his pleasure, which surely would have pleased me! What will you now, dearest teacher? You are as stiff as you were when I began sucking you off!"

"Undress your friend and perform cunnilingus together. I want to see the two of you head to toe!"

Raising dresses and loosening petticoats and silken undergarments, the girls undressed quickly, and head to toe, began licking sweet little cunts simultaneously, the Mulatto on top, the blonde on her back. Cunts covered with saliva, the girls where trembling with passion as he knelt between the Mulatto's wide spread legs.

"Continue licking her cunt," he whispered, pressing the swollen helmet-head of his cock against chocolate flesh, the shaft spearing the Mulatto's arse as though is was greased.

"Oh!" squealed the girl, cumming in the blonde's mouth.

The orgasm was so intense he almost passed out. Withdrawing from the Mulatto's spasming tube, cock dripping cum, he watched ejaculate run like a pearlescent river from the closing arse-tube into the tiny blonde's sucking mouth. Sitting up, the Mulatto planted her crotch directly on the young girl's mouth, smiling deliciously as the blonde performed analingus on the just fucked hole.

Taking the desperate girl by tangled locks, he made her kneel over the side of his bed. Driven by lusts first aroused by the dominatrix's young slave and perfected in his Tarfaya bed, he parted her perfect pale cheeks with both hands and examined the tiny anal pucker.

"Remember what I did to your lovely young friends? What I did to your sweet little arse? You should have sooner done what your Mulatto friend did to you, what you just did to her, what I'm about to do to this tight little hole."

His heart almost stopped as he pressed his face into her warmth and feasted on tender succulent flesh, a crotch she'd kept immaculately shaven clean. Scent and taste of aroused feminine ecstasy covered his tongue and filled his senses, an act he'd perfected since the first time he'd done it to the dominatrix's submissive barely adolescent thrall.

"Oh, dear God!" she cried out. "Lick me that way and don't stop! What delight! What ecstasy! Use your sweet tongue up my bum!" Transported to heaven, the girl nearly fainted with pleasure. "Do not stop, sweetest sir! I'm begging you! I know how I disappointed you. I'm sorry I didn't do this to my friends sooner! This slut has missed you so terribly and the orgasmic pleasure of you filling my mouth with your cock and deliciously warm cum! Oh, that I might fellate you while you use your tongue like that!"

When she buried her face in down covers to stifle cries of enjoyment, he made her gasp and nearly faint as he indulged their lust for Greek sex. Fingers dancing between parted thighs, she masturbated throughout the entire act.

"Oh, please! Do that again dearest teacher! Please do it again! You're making me mad with such pleasure! Fuck me deep up my little arse while I finger-fuck my wet cunt!"

Holding him inside, she wouldn't let him withdraw. He used her from behind for almost the hour, diving into the released pool of pearls, twice adding more to the bubbling anal lake as the Mulatto played with his balls and licked his sensitive arse.

"Now; let us play your game! Let us fulfill your wish! Sit on my tongue, you randy little whore! Suck me to paradise and I'll do the same to you!"

The young thing was so ardently enthusiastic, she climbed on top of him head to toe to fellate him the moment he withdrew from that slick tight nether-heaven. Sitting on his mouth and draining him of vital male fluids, she wiggled wildly as he sucked his musky loads from the slippery opening he'd just fucked and over-filled.

"Call me a whore if you wish, dear teacher, but I still won't take a cent for these pleasures! Forgive me for not performing oral sex with those girls when you asked. I know I should be punished severely for missing such pleasure! I never knew what delights I'd experience from taking it up my arse; what additional thrills lay in wait when lovers send tongues up that just fucked hole! I nearly die from pleasure! You want them as badly as I! Perhaps it is I who should be paying you!"

She sat on his face for what must have been an hour, orgasms like rain-squalls while he devoured her tender young cum-oozing crotch. Her Mulatto friend masturbated throughout the entire orgy while sucking her young friend’s pink nipples until the areolas were swollen conical peaks.

"No more! I can't bear it another moment!" cried the girl. "You've made me give up every drop! Ah, you've captured it all, you naughty man! Tell me, who is the student and who is the teacher?"

Rearranging garments and glowing contentedly, the school girls left him at his door without a word. Finger to still trembling semen glazed lips, smiling like she'd just dined with the queen, the girl turned and kissed her girlfriend so passionately, he knew they'd been enjoying pleasures only girls could experience. After they left, and washing with warm water provided by a thoughtful landlady, he slept better than he had for months.

He awoke with Anna's image lingering, visage interwoven in humid elusive dreams, aroused more than usual though accustomed to that rigid morning condition. After attending to toiletries, he dressed and went out to find something to eat. Sweet pudding and tea was somewhat a habit. Driven by those delicious perversions, he took a long walk that ended across the street from the school. It was nearly noon and students were about, voices and topics familiar to anyone who had ever attended secondary school. A mild rain had begun, and he stepped into a locked doorway to watch passing students hurrying off to mid-day meals.

This time she was walking alone. He stepped out so she could see where he'd been standing. Joining him in shadows, she immediately became dangerously flirtatious, daringly touching him in the most familiar fashion. Morning dreams quickly surfaced, the physical response predictable, but what surprised him was the libidinous offer whispered in his ear.

"You want more, and so do I! Give it to me here in the shadows, sweet teacher! I care not if the world can see! Cum in my mouth! I'm so ashamed! I'm a desperate slut, but you've made me what I've become! I can't live without it, now! I' ll simply die if I can't swallow warm cum!"

"Sweet girl, you've become so daring! Have you truly missed me while I was away? Have you sought out other men in my absence? I know you've finally experimented with girls."

The flaxen-haired beauty lowered teasing eyelids and coyly smiled.

"I shan't tell, now, should I, dear teacher? That wouldn't be very lady-like, however; I do confess I have surrendered to those pleasures found between feminine thighs. My girlfriends and I drive each other mad with tongues and lips. We devour sweet flesh and feminine excess in the secret of our after-school rooms. You saw how my friend and I lick each other to fainting! However now, since she can not provide it, let me feast on your warm cum!"

No one saw, or if they did he didn't notice as she knelt at his feet and opened the front of his pants, doing the one thing that satisfied his most salacious fantasy, not once, but twice without stopping. Then standing and smiling like the cat who had just eaten the canary, hardly a drop of jism on full girlish lips, she swallowed the colossal mouthful of cum.

"See!" she glowed, opening her mouth wide. "See my pink tongue? I always swallow every drop of delectable ejaculate!"

So saying, she licked those made-for-sucking plump pink lips. The little darling had not only done it in public, she'd acknowledged wanting to! And so, all aglow and off to join students on their way back to classes, she was gone before he could find his voice.

Something in her voice left him feeling perplexed, but pleased again, warm as toast from an oven, he took a cab back to his flat. Suspecting some might accuse him of wild exaggeration, he nevertheless was sure many would pay just to read about what they could only secretly hope to enjoy. Images and chapter inspired by the precocious girl's splendid afternoon oral performances, he wrote late into the darkness of a quiet rainy night.

The plan came to him in a dream and he fashioned it for weeks before deciding to put it into action. Full of himself, and after draining his lust in her talented mouth, he dismissed the girl with a wave of his hand, leaving her with large tears streaming from blue eyes.

Taking the morning train to Leeds, he rented a room where he'd lived for roughly a year in an old inn a few kilometres from Anna's home. He hadn't been so sure of himself for months. Flushed with anticipation and without invitation, he decided to call directly on Anna at home.

The place was old and had been in her family for seven generations or more, an estate with orchards, stables and summer fields of grain. Very-well-off was how townsfolk referred to Anna's family, a fact that had often left him feeling out of his waters. Escorted into the book-filled sitting room by their ageing servant, he waited for what seemed hours for Anna's appearance. She'd always been one to spend a great deal of time on those things women do to make them more attractive, a trait that at first had somewhat irritated him, like her over-attention to each of his thoughts. Now, however, he was desperate to see her.

After an excruciating passage of time, the door opened and Anna's mother and father entered the huge room. At first he was somewhat put-off, but conversation was polite, though somewhat formal, filled with questions regarding his trip to Africa. He answered as best he could, but unable to wait another moment, he stood, hat in hand, and announced his intentions, requesting the honour of making their lovely daughter his wife. As modest as possible, but wanting to assure them of his very able status, he went on to explain his newly acquired wealth and position in the literary world. With nothing else to add, he waited, hat still in hand, hoping Anna was about to join them.

The following silence was deafening. There were sounds he couldn't remember having heard in that room though he'd been there numerous times; horses in the stables, scullery noises from a distant kitchen, the tick-tock of the enormous clock in the main hallway. Unable to bear it, he started to speak, but Anna's father held up his hand. The unimaginable news left him stunned.

Anna had met a gentleman from America, a man of some means and social position in New York. He'd proposed at once and had courted her with a deluge of gifts, and though he was described by Anna's father as "a bit balding and some twenty years her senior," she'd finally accepted, confiding in both parents it was because she hadn't heard a word from her former suitor for so many months. It had been a splendid affair . . . she'd married in late July.

Hands at his side, he looked at the parquet floor, at the Persian carpets where supple Anna had secretly knelt whenever opportunity permitted, and just as eagerly as the London school girl, pleased both of their pyretic needs. Thoughts scattered like crows from a corn-field; her rejecting him for an older man; picturing her doing things with him that only they had done; thoughts making heated blood rise in his cheeks. The room was quiet as Egyptian dust. Clearing his throat, he bowed with a deep sweep of an arm and excused himself, a smiling face in the London Wax Museum. The awkward parting was an agonizing experience for everyone in the room. Without words, the old man-servant let him out, the large door closing like a vault behind him. He didn't notice the threatening rain.

Returning to the inn like a man headed for a funeral, he packed once again. Self-confidence shattered, he took the night train back to London.

Winter came early, London even colder, damp air thick with the smell of coal smoke. Wrapped in a long oilskin coat, he sat after brushing wet snow from the same bench at the spot where he could see students leaving school. Rigid with desire , he was mad to use the young girl's so willing mouth, to have her spread her legs and taste her girlish sex-flesh under his lips, to feel his cum flooding her pliable throat, just as he longed to have Anna.

There she was once more, but this time with a handsome youth her own age. The smiling pair were holding hands as they climbed into a covered cab close to the school's entrance. He didn't miss the way she glanced at the well-developed lad. In a darkened doorway, he'd seen that same expression as she'd slipped to her knees at his feet. He waited for what he suspected for perhaps fifteen minutes. Then, quietly, he made his way across the street, and heart beating wildly, afraid of what he would see, peeked through a crack in the cab's loosened shutter. He could see and hear everything too clearly.

The precocious little beauty was kneeling on the floor between the youth’s legs, lace bodice enticingly undone, firm precious young breasts lifted and exposed, rosy conical nipples swollen as though they'd only recently been sucked. Hips thrusting urgently upward, almost gasping for breath, the youth held her wild tangled heather locks in both hands.

He'd heard those sounds before, the mewing throaty moans girls made when eagerly performing fellatio. His erection was so hard it was painful, but unable to tear eyes away, he watched her fellate the lad, milking proverbial floods of pearly tears from youthful glans. At the height of one of the lad's amazing eruption, he accidentally moved the shutter.

Looking up, she'd turned limpid eyes to face that sound, partially open lips drooling the pearlescent evidence of the youth's fruition over the head of a still erupting erection. Shuddering deliciously, quivering orgasmicly, those sweet nipples looked like pink berries. There was no doubt that she'd seen him when looking up from her oral delight, no doubt that she was experiencing an orgasm. Partially open lips shimmering, she wagged that amazingly long pink ejaculate-glossed tongue. Pursing lips seemingly designed solely for performing what had obviously become an addictive delight, she made a theatrical show of swallowing what she held in her mouth. Smiling coquettishly, she was climaxing ecstatically while rhythmically milking even more pearls from the long pale shaft. The excess was so profuse, a veritable eruption of milky semen fountained into the air. Keeping sultry eye contact, she luxuriously sucked up and swallowed the balance of cum, a large shimmering pool she'd captured where fist encircled purplish swollen crest. Mouth open and pink tongue extended, she again exhibited proof she'd become the perfect student, having swallowed every drop of that just earned treasure.

Clutching groin in an attempt to prevent it from happening, the unexpected sight was so overly erotic, he felt an orgasm rushing through his loins, a massive flood of ejaculate messing his pants! He'd reached orgasm just from watching the girl fellate the young lad and swallow that excess of surging cum! Trembling, he watched as she changed places with the boy, raising skirts to expose a completely naked crotch and letting him lick her smooth parted cleft. While he licked and sucked, she teased swollen nipples, legs spread wide so he could tongue-ravish her entire crotch.

"Lick me to heaven!" she whispered loudly. "Lick my juicy wet cunt, you naughty boy! Push your finger up my arse! Dear God! Drink my excitement!"

He was doing that with eager enthusiasm, fingers buried in her juicy cunt. Licking the thick frosting of semen from lovely lips and sticky fingers, she smiled a smile meant just for the voyeur, then made an obscene gesture indicating he might just as well go to perdition for all she cared!

Shocked to the bone, warm cum now running down his leg inside his trousers, he understood the bold message. Frozen, he couldn’t turn away.

Head still captive between warm pale thighs, the youth had missed the entire drama. Hers was tipped back in total ecstasy as the lad 's tongue brought her to cab-quivering orgasms.

Cheeks aflame and feeling faint, he shut his eyes to the erotic sight after the too-lovely tiny whore changed places with the boy once more and began sucking that virile semen-shooting tower as though her very life depended upon it. Hearing the sounds of near gluttony, but unable to watch, he knew exactly what the girl was doing.

"Oh, heavens! Swallow this, dear-heart! Swallow my cum again! You've made me cum-off six times in your throat!" cried her young friend, begging her to take him to the groin!

"Mmmmmmm, I always swallow, naughty boy! That's why you like me! You know I'm a slut for swallowing your cum!"

He listened to her relishing the boy's prodigal ejaculate until the driver suddenly reined the horse away from the curb. The black cab disappeared in the fog. He was unaware of just how long he stood is the chilled street until a passing coachman made an uncouth remark.

At the ship's agency he made travel arrangements, but this time not to Morocco. Unable to face further rejection, he feared he might find the twins in bed with someone else, enjoying those pleasures he'd taught them. Booking done, he arranged a letter of credit with his bank, withdrew some currency, hailed a cab and went back to the flat. In the light of an oil lamp he wrote a short note to his agent, then took it downstairs for the landlady to post. On impulse he gave her a week's rent but told her he'd be leaving the next day. Thankfully she asked no uncomfortable questions.

Standing alone at the railing on the top deck, he watched the familiar grey snow-wrapped skyline of London, the docks, boats and masts until he could no longer see the retreating shore. Chilled through like death, he accepted an offered drink from a Cockney steward and ordered a bottle to be delivered to his cabin.

Enervated, rejection courting jealousy, he couldn't keep images of the daring school-girl's clandestine tryst from surfacing in a distraught mind. Had he unwittingly become a slave to pleasures provided by such a talented mouth to the point he'd been left hopelessly addicted? The image lingered of her watching him as she pleasured herself with the virile youth, long rigid sex pistoning plump rosy encircling lips. She, looking up flirtatiously while savoring her addictive delectation, her predictable exhibition proving she'd swallowed all of the boy's profuse ejaculate.

Yes, he'd taught her everything Anna had done, everything he enjoyed; mutual masturbation, her fascination for making him cum-off by stroking his long lubricous uncircumcised sex, luscious mouth open, broad pink tongue under and waiting for t he anticipated warm flood of salty-sweet pearls. So like Anna, he pictured her down on her knees, lovely mouth open at the high point of his pleasure, the sparkle in large blue eyes as she directed each cloudy gelatinous surge onto her amazing cupped broad pink tongue. She'd been so easily influenced, so willing to please. He knew he'd never forget the sensation of sliding into the heat of that tight little tail, the glory of that ecstatic moment, shaft buried to balls as he sent torrents of seminal fluid deep up her amazingly tight arse. And that unabashed greed to swallow cum when she'd had enough cock up her arse, when she wanted to suck, when she took the semen-covered member that had just buggered her bum and desperately sucked until she made it cum in her mouth, cum she so eagerly swallowed.

But even harder to forget was her obscene gesture indicating she no longer cared a fig about what he wanted. He was sure now that it was she who had used him; a good student who had learned to please her own desires. Had he made the same mistake twice? Had he gone so far astray as to merely create substitutes for Anna's affection?

Fighting off tears, he'd tried desperately not to think about Anna, but did, remembering her exhibitionist's nature, her zeal for performing on knees while watching her stunning reflection in the large looking glass in her parent's library. He could still hear her confessing an insatiable thirst for swallowing his warm seed as she masturbated for their mutual pleasures. Every part of him burning in the knowledge that she'd been totally devoted to him as well as to those same exquisite delights, he tried not to imagine her lovely-lipped mouth around another man's sex, yet imagined it anyway, imagined her doing what the young school girl so clearly adored. He knew Anna's needs. Eyes aglow, she would be indulging herself completely in the act of allowing her mouth to be used as receptacle for cum while kneeling in front of a full-size mirror. Knowing her craving for those pearlescent oysters of love, her thirst for semen seemingly quenchless, the devastating vision of her enjoying those pleasures persisted, leaving him sobbing like an abandoned child.

Completely tormented, unable to force himself to go to the dining salon, thoughts of eating nearly making him nauseous, he sat on his bunk and drank most of the Scotch. It was more than ocean waves and the effects of drink that left him wretched and sick for months.