Private Tuition
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Paula's head threw backwards she raised herself to plant her hands firmly on the desk, thus accommodating his cock inside her more easily and to steady herself during his violent thrusting. Paula came, arching her back and drinking in the wonderful feelings that ripped through her. The professor continued to move inside her, unable to come.
"Will sir be angry with me on Friday?” Paula lisped in the little girly voice.
The professor grunted loudly as he thrust into her.
"Will sir know that Cynthia has been a naughty, naughty girl?” the high-pitched voice lisped at him. “Will he hurt Cynthia's tight little cunny?"
He groaned and came instantly, shooting his sperm deep inside her, shuddering as his orgasm ended.
"It must remain our secret,” he said, breathing heavily and seeking confirmation from her.
"Of course,” Paula replied, gripping his cock hard with her internal muscles.
* * * *
Paula lay face down on the bed in Louise's room, watching her friend try on various outfits for the coming guest occasion.
"White blouse or the dark blue one?” Louise asked, standing before her mirror and holding the blue blouse to her chest.
"White; white and virginal,” Paula replied absently. She was watching her friend's tight backside as it moved within the tight white panties that she wore. The way the thin black strap of her bra pulled tightly across her slim back and the neat waist. Paula wanted her badly, but didn't have the courage to suggest it or make a move on Louise. Silly really, the girl had licked her to orgasm; she had felt her and fucked her with a dildo, yet somehow it still didn't seem right.
"How did you get on in his study?” Louise asked, looking round and raising her eyebrows questioningly at Paula.
"Gave me a lovely fucking across his desk,” Paula cooed.
"Did you come you lucky sod?"
"What do you think! He wants me to go to Buckinghamshire on Friday with him."
"Oh!” Louise turned to face her friend; suddenly aware of the interest Paula was taking in her body. She threw the blouse aside and unclipped her bra, shrugging her shoulders and letting the bra slip off to reveal her lovely breasts, standing teasingly as Paula's eyes roamed over them.
Louise slipped off her panties, wriggling her hips as they worked down over her slim thighs. Paula felt a stirring in her vulva at the way her friend's sexuality simply radiated out, the way those wonderful breasts hung down when she bent forwards. The nipples! Oh those lovely nipples!
Louise stood upright, glowing as she watched Paula's hungry eyes feasting on her down-covered pussy. She walked close to stand near her friend's face, her crotch close and tantalisingly within reach. She posed sexily as her friend watched her.
"Fancy licking me?” Louise asked hoarsely, her voice thick with arousal.
Paula nodded, slightly embarrassed at the fact that her friend had realised her lust. She moved to allow Louise's graceful body to stretch out on the bed, then she raised her knees and parted them, her open pussy wide and so very inviting. Louise smiled as she recognised the hungry need aching within her friend.
Paula moved on hands and knees across the double bed to be in between Louise's open thighs. She looked lovingly down at the prize that awaited her. She dipped her head downwards but was checked by Louise's hands that held the sides of her head and prevented further progress.
Paula looked up questioningly at her friend's smiling face propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed.
"Kiss me first, you have to kiss me before I'll let you,” Louise breathed sexily. Her body throbbed with excitement, the veins in her neck pulsing with anticipation.
Paula tried again to dip her head but she was held tightly.
"No, no,” Louise said softly. “On the lips..."
Paula was shocked, unsure and lost for words. Why should this seem repugnant after all the things she had done? She didn't know, she knew however that she wanted to get to the soft tender pussy of her friend and if kissing her would achieve that, then what the hell.
Paula moved to hover over Louise's body, supporting herself on her hands that were planted either side of her friend's head, and on her legs, her body not touching her friend at all.
"I need you Paula,” Louise breathed softly, looking up directly into her friend's eyes. At the same time her hands came up to cover and hold her firm buttocks, pulling her down onto her soft, warm body. The touch was electrifying for both of them. Paula brought her mouth down close to Louise's; she could feel her warm breath on her face as she descended.
Louise's soft wet lips met hers, sparkling, heady spears of extreme pleasure coursed through her as Louise's hungry mouth opened to match hers. Soft wet tongues entwined and searched each other's warm mouths. Desperate to transfer the depth of their own feelings to each other, the two bodies ground hard against one another.
The kiss lasted a long time, each girl's hands covering the other's body, feeling and exploring, finally their lips separated.
"Do me, do me!” Louise pleaded urgently.
Paula ran light kisses down the side of Louise's long neck, working down over her throat, bringing appreciative moans from Louise.
On to her breasts Paula's kisses moved, her soft red lips closing around a long hard nipple and sucking like a newborn baby, hungry and demanding.
One hand of Paula's found Louise's other breast and began squeezing and feeling then gripping the nipple and pulling lightly. Louise moaned loudly as Paula increased the pressure and pinched the long nipple hard. Gasps of delighted agony came from Louise's open mouth; she was lost in a heady world of sexual bliss. Harder Paula pinched and bit into the other nipple painfully; Louise's body squirmed beneath her, legs flailing in ecstasy.
Paula felt alive as she inflicted the pain on her friend, pleased that she also was enjoying the experience and hungered for more. Her clitoris throbbed its familiar ache and down she moved across Louise's taught stomach and navel.
Paula planted light kisses on the insides of Louise's open thighs; touching the soft tender flesh with teasingly light kisses and licks with the tip of her tongue alternately.
Louise cried out constantly, thrashing her arms and urging her friend to get to her centre of pleasure.
Closer Paula licked, touching the sweet smelling labia, the lips swollen and expectant. Long light strokes of her tongue covered the shape of Louise's outer lips, teasing and tantalising, the tip of the tongue tracing up the between them.
"Oh God please!” Louise breathed, panting heavily and rolling her head from side to side.
The soft probing tongue parted the tender lips and entered the warm wet cavern beyond.
Paula was delighted at the wonderful sweet taste of her friend's juices that ran freely into her open and welcoming mouth. Searching and curling Paula's tongue delved deeper. Louise's thighs parted wider to allow extra access as she panted heavily in her bliss. Slowly and tantalisingly Paula worked to please her friend, drinking in the heady, musky juices of the sweet, perfect pussy.
Paula moved up to brush her lips over the hood of Louise's clitoris and began a side-to-side motion across it, lubricated with her own saliva. Louise wailed loudly as Paula's teeth gripped the hardened bud, her hips bucking violently making it difficult for Paula to maintain contact.
With long cat-like licks of her coarse tongue Paula scraped across the tip of Louise's clitoris. Louise screamed aloud and came, forcing her hips violently upwards and banging hard into Paula's face. Her slim body, supported on her feet and shoulders only, continued to be racked by involuntary shudders long afterwards.
Paula came instantly, her juices flowing down her thighs and onto the quilt as she knelt watching her friend's pleasure.
Listening outside the door in the hallway, the professor pressed his rigid cock through his trousers. He smiled broadly and walked back to his study.
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CHAPTER TEN
Louise stood in her bedroom. A mixture of ne
The professor had been good, complimenting her and helping to put her at ease whilst they awaited the arrival of his guest. Paula being out for the night as he had arranged helped also, her friend being present would have made her even more nervous and uncertain than she was now.
For ten minutes he had been talking in the lounge, business first, the professor had said—he would call her when they were ready. She had uncorked the wine to let it breathe, the glasses were on the tray, and there was nothing else she could do except wait.
She smoothed the short pleated skirt with her hands. It was dark blue so as to stand out in contrast against her white blouse, a contrast also against her sheer black hold-up stockings that she wore. With her black high-heeled shoes that emphasised her long legs and helped shape her calves, she seemed even taller than normal. The professor had insisted that she should wear her black leather collar, and it gave her a tamed look.
She brushed her long blonde hair once again, as she had done many times in the last ten minutes. It looked perfect, but she still wasn't entirely happy with it. Her confidence began to grow again though as she admired herself in the mirror, slim and elegant, good looking and so very sexy, she liked what she saw very much. Better, she thought, than she had ever looked, radiant and so very beautiful. She felt sure that the mystery guest would like her also.
Louise touched in once more the crimson lipstick that emphasised her full lips, making them the focal point of her face. Her long eyelashes added to her sexiness, her blue eyes seemed to sparkle like the dangling crystal earrings that hung down from her ear lobes.
The knock on her door startled her, breaking her thoughts and bringing momentary feelings of hesitancy back to her.
"Ready Louise.” It was the professor's velvety voice summoning her through the closed door.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. He was waiting in the hallway for her. Not smiling but not frowning, he seemed ill at ease.
"You look perfect,” he said kindly and meaningfully. “Come now."
He walked into the lounge ahead of her, and as Louise entered she was surprised to see not one but two guests, sitting waiting.
Both the men were in their early fifties, well dressed and presented, immaculately in fact, dressed in dinner jackets complete with bow ties. They had that air about them, an air that simply oozed money and position, a commanding and all-powerful look about them.
The look of surprised appreciation that appeared on their faces told Louise that any fears she made have had were unfounded. Her confidence grew.
Their eyes followed her as she moved into the centre of the room, covering her from head to foot, inspecting and taking in every last detail of the attractive girl that now stood before them. Silently they surveyed her, and Louise felt a terrific charge pulse through her at the effect she had on them. She stood proudly, happy to be the subject of their interest, happy to drink in the sexuality that charged the atmosphere of the room.
"You have excelled this time professor,” the taller of the two men enthused from his seat on the large settee, still not quite able to believe the beauty of the girl that stood before him.
"Thank you principal,” the professor accepted gratefully. His position of status was less than this man, which was obvious from the tone of his voice and the hint of nervousness that he also obviously felt.
"Is she trained?” the principal asked hopefully.
"Unfortunately, Principal, I have had her for only a short time—but she is beginning to respond well."
"Walk and turn for me girl.” The principal waved his hand casually, as though it were some kind of explicit instruction.
Louise began to walk around the room, rolling her hips, her back straight and shoulders back, thrusting her breasts hard against the thin material of her blouse. She simply throbbed with pleasure as she walked for them. Like a cat-walk model, she turned, paused and posed. revelling in the attention and the opportunity to display herself for men's hungry eyes.
She was wet, very wet indeed. The charge she felt caused her vulva to throb and her clitoris to harden so that she could feel it rubbing against the tight material of her panties. She bathed in the attention that she so loved and welcomed, men, older men, wanting her, needing her. The things they wanted to do to her body excited her so very much. She smiled and continued to walk around before their hungry eyes.
The two guests were now sitting forward on the edge of the settee. Gone was the sat-back relaxed look of when she had entered the room. Their faces were alive with excited interest, their looks at her hungry and lusting.
"Show us, professor,” the principal said absently, his eyes never leaving the lovely Louise.
The professor pointed to a spot on the floor in the centre of the room and Louise obediently walked to stand where indicated. Gripping her skirt, the professor lifted the hem above her waist to reveal her thighs and hips. The tight white panties had moulded themselves to her shape, following every contour and hiding little.
"Oh my word!” the principal gasped in awe. His friend didn't speak; his expression said all that needed to be said for him.
Louise felt a powerful surge force through her slim body, ending in her now aching vulva, her nipples tingled with electric sensation. This was what she loved.
The professor dropped the skirt and guided her by the shoulders to turn so that her back faced them. He then repeated the action of lifting her skirt and for some while the two men were treated to her firm, neat backside being displayed for them, the curve of her buttocks, covered by the light material, so appealing and desirable. The taught muscles of her long legs and thighs looked so very wonderful as they reached the swell of her buttocks at the top.
"Bend and touch the floor,” the professor said hoarsely, the pleasure and pride at his discovery of the lovely girl all too obvious. His voice faltered a little further, portraying his excitement.
Louise placed the palms of her hands flat on the floor and spread her legs wide apart as she bent, fully aware that their eyes would be fixed on her swollen labia as they pressed tightly against her panties. The shape of her would be clearly visible to all and that excited her even more.
Through her legs she could see the principal wave his hand at the professor.
"Stand up,” the professor said simply, his tone firmer and more commanding now.
"Take off the skirt,” the principal commanded as she turned to face them again.
"Experience professor?” the principal asked as she undid the skirt and let it drop to the floor. “How much experience?"
"Very little, almost untouched.” The professor cast a glance at Louise, hoping that she wouldn't contradict him. She looked straight ahead of her at the two men and didn't respond to his remark, continuing to accept the hungry, lustful looks that were being directed at her.
"Excellent, excellent!” the principal breathed and looked at Louise's long elegant legs in detail. “The blouse, girl, the blouse."
Louise slowly unbuttoned her blouse, taking her time, the red fingernails of her delicate fingers working on the white material until it was fully opened and she slipped it off her shoulders. Her tight fitting bra fought to restrain the swell of her breasts. She knew they would like them; she couldn't wait to reveal them. The excitement and feelings of being wanted continued to pump through her, heightening the pleasure that she felt.
"The bra,” the professor prompted. Louise had been lost in her own thoughts and snapped back quickly to the present. She unclipped the bra strap and, shrugging her shoulders, let it fall off to display her firm rounded breasts.
"Good god! Those nipples, will you just look at those nipples!” the second man exclaimed as Louise stood proudly smiling at the reaction.
"Come here girl,” the principal said.
Louise walked slowly over to stand between the two men, towering over them, her tightly covered mons at above eye level with them. She loved the expressions of disbelief on their faces, as they looked her over, close now, so very close to them.
The principal's hand came up to stroke her thigh, the flat of his hand moving slowly up and down the soft firm flesh, touching her with a reverence such as only the finer more expensive items in life receive. The other man did likewise on her other leg, running both his hands up from her knee to her upper thigh. Louise gasped aloud at the sensations she felt, her heart was pounding, her arousal at its highest ever.
Fingers stroked lightly over her pussy, whose hands they were she didn't care, she closed her eyes, and savouring the wonderful feelings and the sense of control she had over those hands. They were controlling her and she was more than happy to let them, but she really had the control, it was her body that was the subject of interest. She could call the shots if she wished to.
Warm fingers now on her buttocks, others moving under the elastic of her panties, more, a hand on her breast feeling the long rubbery nipple and sending shards of excited pleasure through her. She was in heaven, the attention was what she needed, what she craved, the sexual attentions of men were her high. Using her body to thrill and excite them and to get their cocks hard and ready, she had found her ultimate goal, the way to unending pleasure and sexual satisfaction.
Her panties were pulled down over her slim hips, she stepped out of them and adopted a wider-legged stance, again closing her eyes and drinking in the feelings as the hands resumed their search of her body.
Louise felt flutters of orgasm beginning to ripple through her. Fingers probed at her pussy, over her buttocks, the crease of her arse and at her tight anus. Faster the ripples washed over her, her head felt light and dreamy. Fingers inside her now, feeling her wet inner pussy, her clitoris being rubbed and her nipple pulled.
She was panting heavily, sighing and moaning as the fingers played on her. Louise cried aloud, tensing her body, gasping in air, her mouth wide in her ecstasy. She came powerfully, her body shaking as the tremors subsided. It had been wonderful, so exquisitely wonderful. Never had an orgasm given her such feelings as this. Better and better they had been, but this really was something else again.
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