Kelly Exposed

by Viktor Redreich

  Blanche and Priscilla attached themselves to my nipples. Blanche looked up at me daring, challenging me to protest. Her soft hair cascaded all over my body, trailing over my skin.

  I had no protests, just an overwhelming need to cum. I didn’t know how or when my roommates had gotten rid of my top. I didn’t care. I only cared that the strong pulls of their mouths sent shards of bliss shooting straight to my core. I gave myself completely over to their control, falling back onto the floor and letting my legs spread wide.

  Caroline used her tongue in earnest, using tricks that were far too advanced for my beginner class. Her tongue curled and twirled inside me, hitting against pleasureful places that were probably outlined on the wall posters in Masturbation 101 somewhere. She added one finger into my pussy, performing counter motions to her tongue. I gritted my teeth against the scream that threatened to escape.

  Caroline crooked her finger inside me, pressing at the front of my pussy. I squealed, my head tossing. Then another finger pressed inside me, stretching me, filling me. I would have been embarrassed over how little I could take if it had been possible for me to think. How dare I imagine being able to take any of Zion?

  Blanche’s and Priscilla’s mouths slid over my body, wandering from my breasts down to my stomach and inner thighs. They twined atop me, trailing heat wherever their lips touched. They knew exactly what they were doing. I was safe with them, in capable hands, in capable mouths.

  Completely surrounded, pleasure hit me from all directions. The sensations rose inside me rapidly, in fits and bursts. My pussy was so wet I could feel my hot juices on my inner thighs. With each pull of Caroline’s mouth, she drank me in like I was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Maybe I was, after having been forbidden fruit for so long. The anticipation had to have been killing my roommates.

  Caroline looked up at me from under her fiery bangs. The obvious enjoyment and delight on her face, the sheer pleasure she was getting, was the final push that sent me over the edge. The sensations came crashing upon me in tempestuous waves, pleasure foaming and swirling through my veins. My hips lifted, my back arched. I grabbed Caroline’s hair and bucked against her mouth. My new lover kept sucking me and using her tongue, pulling on my lips and flicking spots inside me that kept the storm of ecstasy coming long after it should have stopped. My vision blurred. My mind went gray, detached. Just when I thought I would pass out, the storm came to an end. The tension in my body ran out and I dropped into a heap on the floor.

  Caroline sat up, licking her smiling lips. I smiled back, feeling dreamy from the relief I had been given. Other thoughts prodded, attempted to intrude. I ignored them. They were important, but I could ignore them for now and so I would. Nothing was going to ruin this absolute high.

  Blanche cleared her throat. I tilted my head to look at her. Her lips were swollen from how fiercely and intently she’d been kissing me. Her expression was sharky, hungry. “Now our girl here is finally initiated into lesbian pleasures, no more of that soft and slow shit. Caroline, you and Kelly can do that on your own time. Right now, let’s get down to business.”

  Having sex with the three of them made me feel closer to them. With a strange sort of bravery brewing in my chest, I sat up and grabbed onto Blanche. Her eyes grew wide. I leaned in and pressed my lips hard to hers.

  Blanche laughed against my mouth and kissed me back. She tasted so, so much better than Duke, better than Tyler, who I hadn’t thought about in far too long. Her lips were softer, and her scent was so sweet.

  This whole lesbian thing . . . is nice.

  Blanche’s lips parted. I slid my tongue between them and wiggled it around to find hers. She beat me to it, her tongue slamming into mine from the side. She wrapped her tongue around mine and sucked on me, claiming dominance.

  “Holy shit,” Priscilla crowed. “Look at our girl go! She’s been hiding some mean Frenching skills from us!”

  Blanche scowled against my mouth. She put her hands on my shoulders and forced me down to the floor on my back again.

  Chapter 18

  Put it on my face

  I glanced over to the side to look at the time. The clock on the nightstand by the bed read just after four AM. In the feeble light cast by those glowing numbers, I could make out some details of the room. The other bed against the wall was a black frame, and the couches were shadowy, hulking lumps.

  The confusion I’d felt upon my sudden awakening faded out. I remembered where I was.

  I sighed softly and settled back into the sheets. My pussy was wet against my thighs as they rubbed together, and the soft sheets slid over my pointed nipples. Sleeping wasn’t an option. I was too horny. I wasn’t particularly surprised by that. I was horny a lot lately, plus my dream had been about Zion.

  I slid my hand under the sheets and cupped my sex, feeling my swollen lips. A restlessness stirred through me. Playing with myself would bring no relief.

  It had been a few days since my first experience with my roommates since I was disciplined by Zion. Since that time, I’d had sex with my roommates several more times, usually in groups, though sometimes only with Caroline or Blanche. Priscilla was too focused on herself for my tastes. I liked how giving Caroline was, and how demanding and certain Blanche could be. The contrasts in their styles kept me coming back to them, one and then the other, because of how thrilling it was.

  It taught me there was more than one way to have sex.

  Initially, I had tried to resist. I had awoken the morning after our orgy and doubted all my thoughts of the night before. However, I hadn’t been allowed resistance. They were very demanding and insistent, even Caroline. They got what they wanted, and I had been unable to hide that it was what I wanted, too.

  And Blanche wasn’t content to keep her thoughts to herself. I knew she had gone and told everyone about me.

  I rolled onto my back and looked up at the bottom of the top bunk, where Blanche lay sleeping. Though none of the other students called her out by name, it had to be her. Priscilla didn’t gossip unless it was about sports and Caroline was too polite. It had to be Blanche who inspired the other girls to corner me in the bathroom and sneak under the lunch table to finger me. She started the fire and then it spread. I couldn’t go anywhere without company.

  Teachers weren’t deaf to the chatter of their students, either. One look at my professors told me that they had heard all about my change in behavior. I wasn’t a hypocrite. I couldn’t let the ones in authority be disappointed in me by acting differently in class. Ms. Penny, in particular, had shown extra interest in me, making me give demonstrations up in front of the other students. Since she had been so angry with me, I took the chance to change her mind. I did whatever she asked.

  It was easy, I found. I only had to focus on my partner and pretend the others weren’t there. I had even managed to salvage my grade by making three girls cum in an hour as extra credit. One of those girls, not coincidentally, was Simone. And if Blanche had a posse in Caroline and Priscilla because they followed her around, then Simone was my new posse. She followed me wherever I went, with this lovesick look on her face.

  Now I wasn’t resisting my desires, I had to admit that the constant arousal made me feel so alive.

  I felt so awake like never before like I had been sleeping up until now while life passed me by. Everything here was so much . . . more. Sensations were more vivid. Feelings were more intense. My memories of life before were patchy, vague, like dreams. Certainly, they didn’t compare.

  All that didn’t mean I was without difficulty. Living sexually was easy now, for sure, but it couldn’t last forever. It felt like it, but at times like this when no one else was around to distract me, I knew it wasn’t the case. I did need to get out of here. I needed to go home, back to America, back to my mom, and my real school.

  I am going to have a hell of a time adjusting back to normal.

  I gripped the blankets and pulled them higher, feeling like an insecure child.

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p; I would miss this weird school. I would miss the staff and students and teachers, and I would even miss the very hands-on learning style. In Makeup and Attire, practice with all those little brushes was helping my motor skills. Blowjobs/Oral Sex class was erasing my gag reflex. And in Anal and Bondage, Ms. Aurora covered how roughness and pain translated into sexual pleasure. And once I understood the psychology behind it, I could put it into practice. Spanking, smacking, hair-pulling, were all favorites, but what I liked the most was having my clit slapped.

  The endorphins, the release . . .

  I was so conflicted. My feminist beliefs had done me more harm than good. I wondered if perhaps Zion was right, that a woman’s natural state was to be a slut since I had never felt so free as I did on Anwak.

  I needed to pick up copies of his books from the library. I could learn from him, maybe use some references in that paper I was planning if I ever got around to writing it.

  Thinking about Zion . . .

  As the days had passed, filled with discovery, he was the constant through it all, haunting my thoughts. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. As much pleasure as I got from my roommates and classmates, I knew it would be nothing compared to how he would make me feel. He would devastate me. And I so wanted to be devastated.

  I even considered breaking the rules to get his attention, but I liked being a model student. And Zion was so clever. He’d probably know what I was up to.

  “I have no choice,” I whispered to myself. I would be a perfect student. I would continue to receive praise instead of looks of disappointment and harsh words. I would soak up all these feelings before escaping the island, bottling up enough of them to last me the rest of my life.

  And I would go back to what the modern world demanded of me, back to my feminist ways.

  I pressed my lips together, feeling like I’d been punched in the gut. I rolled over and punched my pillow in return, but it didn’t help. My frustration continued to rise. There was only one thing to do.

  I climbed out of bed and mounted the ladder up to the top bunk. Blanche slept flat on her back with one hand between her legs, the other cupped over her breast.

  “Blanche?” I whispered.

  She didn’t stir.

  She won’t mind. I’ll take the initiative for once.

  I slid over on top of Blanche and nudged her hand out of the way. I put my pussy over hers. The heat coming off her was fantastic, like a fire. I pressed my pussy to hers and sighed in relief at the now-familiar rush of ecstasy. I started to rock my hips, grinding on her pussy, crushing our lips together.

  Blanche’s hands gripped my ass. Her eyes opened. “Well, well,” she said. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

  I leaned forward to push my swollen clit against hers. Blanche gasped and dug her nails into my skin. I clenched my ass muscles for her so she could appreciate how firm I was. She dug her fingers in deeper, massaging me. I tossed my head and bucked my hips, slapping our wet pussies together. Our juices splattered on our inner thighs, burning hot.

  Blanche arched underneath me and started thrusting her pussy on mine. I waited to get a feel for her timing and then moved in to match her rhythm, our bodies colliding together and then away. The sound of our ragged breathing and our flesh slapping wetly filled the room.

  Except, we had an echo.

  I glanced over and saw Priscilla and Caroline entangled in an activity of their own, pussies to mouths. Seeing them made me so hot. They only woke up because Blanche and I had been noisy. Once again, I was inspiring others around me to get turned on.

  I turned my attention back to Blanche. I leaned over her and kissed her while shoving my pussy on hers, my tongue driving into her mouth. She held my face and fucked her tongue on mine. Our breasts mashed together, our chests flattening, our sweat-slick legs gliding together. We pressed so hard together that we nearly became one.

  That was what this was all about. Knowing another person in ways words couldn’t convey.

  Blanche squealed into my mouth, her cry swallowed by my lips and tongue. I took her mouth, and ground my clit on hers, and let my orgasm take hold of me. My wetness dripped down onto her pussy, and in that way, too, we were united.

  Chapter 19

  Spread wide

  “Kelly, how about you?” Ms. Aurora pointed at me, selecting me for the role she had in mind. The other students in the glass let out groans of disappointment, all except for one. Simone. She had transferred into the class after discovering that her condition had no effect on her ass, meaning that she had a good potential for enjoying anal when other parts of her body wouldn’t obey.

  Simone just gazed at me adoringly and I knew what she was thinking. She wanted me to be Ms. Aurora and for her to be in my position. Fantasies were very common and encouraged in this class in particular.

  I got up out of my seat and went up to the front.

  “Geez, Lisa,” one of the other girls complained, “you’re always paying more attention to Kelly.”

  Calling the professors by their first names had become more and more common as the days passed. This being one of the smallest classes, everyone was particularly close. I was the only one who didn’t call Ms. Aurora by Lisa. But no one thought I was a prude anymore, so there was no more teasing.

  “Have some thoughtfulness for your fellow student, dear,” Ms. Aurora tutted. “Participation is a very big part of your grades here and Kelly has a lot of ground to make up. But don’t worry. You’ll each get a turn.”

  That satisfied my classmates. They turned their eager eyes to me. A rush went through my body at having their attention.

  Ms. Aurora turned to me. “Now, please undress.”

  I nodded and stripped out of my clothes. Thanks to my roommates, I had no unsightly hairs. Blanche would rather die than have others think she slept with anyone who wasn’t bare and smooth.

  I knew the next step after getting undressed. It was the same step as in every one of these classes. I turned away from my classmates and bent over the professor’s desk.

  “Very good. Now please spread your cheeks.”

  I put my arms behind myself and did as asked. That meant I couldn’t prop myself up. My face smooshed against the hard surface of the desk. Ms. Aurora didn’t offer a pillow or anything that could ease the discomfort. Every part of the body, every little sensation, was a good one in her mind, all of it adding up to something much more than the sum of its parts.

  Ms. Aurora knelt behind me. With an expert touch on my hips, she helped cock my ass up higher. “For anal, always have your ass up and your back arched down in a curve.” As she spoke, her breath caressed my ass cheeks, the crease between and my swollen pussy lips. I trembled at the teasing sensation.

  Ms. Aurora kept speaking, “I’m sure you’ve learned during your time here that there’s a situation for everything, a time for everything. Sometimes we go fast, sometimes it’s better to go slow. Pain is all well and good but we want all our pain to be intentional. We don’t just go shoving into someone’s ass unless we want to perforate their intestines and that’s never sexy unless you’re really freaky. Though I am an expert and know exactly what I’m doing, for Kelly’s sake, I will start slow. Please get up and change seats if you need a better angle to see what I’m doing.”

  I braced myself.

  Instead of immediately knocking on the backdoor, as my roommates liked to put it, Ms. Aurora went lower. Her tongue slid between the folds of my pussy, then thrust in and out with the motion of a cock. Her tongue was incredibly, incredibly long. If people could get plastic surgery for tongue extensions, Ms. Aurora must have, because I could feel it reaching almost to my very limit.

  I dug my nails into my cheeks, keeping them spread apart even as my hips started rocking, alternately slapping on the desk and my teacher’s face. Ms. Aurora added her fingers, alternating between thrusts of tongue and fingers. A gray, staticky haze fizzed at the backs of my eyelids. I moaned, starting to shake.

  Warm wetness swiped
up between my butt cheeks.

  “Oh!” I gasped. I’d been so caught up in what was happening that I’d forgotten what was coming.

  The tongue probed deeper between my spread cheeks, then probed at the clenched flesh of the spot that I used to think of as forbidden territory. Ms. Aurora ran her tongue in circles around me, then up and down, all the while with her hot breath hitting me. It was so different from the unsteady licking Priscilla had given me the other day and so different from having my pussy eaten. There was pleasure in it though, and that was all I required. I pressed myself more to the desk and tried to lift my ass even higher.

  Ms. Aurora’s tongue probed harder at my ass. Surprise made my muscles clench, resisting the invasion.

  “Let me in,” the teacher crooned, her voice seductive. “I promise it will feel good.”

  No one here had ever let me down when they said that. I relaxed and let Ms. Aurora do with me as she pleased, pushing her tongue past my resistance and into my tight depths. My muscles kept clenching but at some point, the spasms stopped being from surprise and inexperience and started coming as a result of pleasure. I had so many nerve endings inside me and I had never realized that before.

  Ms. Aurora kept thrusting her tongue in and out of me, the motion lubricated by saliva and juices she licked up from my pussy. It wasn’t long at all before I didn’t have to think about the movements my body made. My hips jerked automatically. Sweat slicked my skin, ran over my shaking body.

  Ms. Aurora moaned into my ass and lightly smacked one cheek. The sting brought to mind Zion’s discipline and that did it for me, sending me right over my edge. I threw my head back and screamed out. My wetness ran down my inner thighs, dripped onto the floor. Through the pounding of my pulse in my ears, I heard the other students make admiring sounds and comments.