by Jen Eastwood
Lara broke through the hold of another brush with climax. “No!”
“Alexei, do you not understand?” Anya shook her head at me. “This girl can not come tonight unless you are inside her.”
I already knew Anya's game. “You edged her until she begged for it, didn't you?” It was far from her first time doing exactly this to a student, too.
“You do not look mad about it.” Anya scooted herself over, guiding Lara's shoulders into her lap. Spreading her torture doll's thighs, my wife gave her just enough clit-play to make the whole sensation come flooding back. “Will you not show this girl mercy?”
And I knew Anya would keep playing with her until I came back to check on them the next morning. I called her bluff one night, and when I returned, I knew exactly what had happened. Some poor redheaded student was crawling on all fours, pleading like I was the executioner who could spare her life, all because I hadn't nailed her yet. My wife has many fine qualities, but zero fucks to give.
Lara already had that classic 'fuck me until I can't walk tomorrow' look. Her few seconds of relief ended as Anya violated her cunt again. With tears in her eyes, the poor thing stared up at me as I got to the edge of the bed and begged, “Please?”
God damn it. I was already hard again, because how couldn't you be watching this happen in front of you? “You're in for a long couple of years here.”
It was too much hesitation for Lara to handle as Anya edged her to the brink again. “Just fuck me already, fuck!”
No getting out of it now. I kicked those damn dress loafers off and dropped trow. Anya helped with my button-up shirt as I yanked the socks off my feet and slid out of my boxer briefs.
Lara was outright begging for it without saying a word. Her cuffed hands shot between her legs, middle and index fingers spreading the curtains. Even the pout in her lips screamed, 'Female version of blue-balls, right here, if you don't start fucking my brains out.'
I couldn't have resisted, even though I should have known better. As a rule my grandfather pounded into my head, you never fuck students fresh off the bus. Smolensky Finishing Academy always made sure both students and staff had solid protection against any 'negative consequences' to our methods. But with Lara, in that position and after seeing everything else that night? I couldn't imagine turning down the invitation, right through the front door.
Slamming my shaft against her clit already had her twitching and giving me that look. She damn near licked her nose, sending her tongue from one side of her upper lip to the other. Some girls act vulnerable because you're about to fuck them, and others act that way because they're afraid you won't. She was firmly in the latter group, trying to push her slick, dainty cunt onto my tip like that motherfucking missing piece to the jigsaw puzzle.
I fought the urge to slam it deep. Fuck, she's probably not on birth control yet. Still, I imagined her legs wrapped around my back and toes curled, every part of her begging me to keep going.
For a split-second, Anya looked like she understood what I was just thinking. Evil whore. But I couldn't be that mean to my wife. She knew I'd have to breed her, eventually, just to keep the place going. I almost imagined that she'd be warm toward another person, for the first fucking time in her life. Hard as that was to dream up.
“You know you want to, Alexei.” Anya knew exactly what to say.
“I can't.”
Common sense be-damned, Anya pushed my ass, driving me right inside Lara's soaked cunt. “But you want to fuck her.” She was far too happy when she said it.
I couldn't lie. Every instinct I'd ever felt screamed, 'Wreck her body, come in her cunt!' The only thing holding me back was the thought of my grandfather, waving a lit cigarette instead of a finger for knocking up a student. As much as I wanted kids, I had already decided Anya would force them out of her own body, in an odd sort of punishment for such a demanding bitch. It made cumming inside my wife my highest priority, because fuck her, for the weirdest reason possible at the time.
Lara's bound hands rose up to my chest as her legs wrapped around my back. As the balls of her feet pushed me a little deeper, I gave in. Sometimes you just have to go with the perks life throws your way.
Anya put herself behind Lara, scooting close and cradling her. “Do you see? I knew your modesty was a lie.” Both of my wife's hands massaged at Lara's perky sweater puppies as the real work started.
“That's it,” she was already winding up, “please make me come!”
I wanted to pull out, just to draw out the torture. It felt too fucking good. She had a cunt like a cozy, little cottage, just cramped enough to make you feel snug.
As it drew closer, Lara's mouth stayed open, her screams and girlish squeaks getting louder with every breath. It's when her eyes opened back up, that I knew a denial would break her heart.
Gifting a hard rush of thrusts, I gave her exactly what she wanted more of. Her legs tensed as her thighs started clamping down on me. She was so close, you couldn't slide a piece of paper between Lara and her orgasm.
And so I pulled out. “I'm not much nicer than my wife.”
Her cuffed fists beat against my sternum. “What the fuck?” You could hear the tears in her voice. “Asshole!”
Anya giggled behind her. “My husband only rewards people who take what they want.”
The frustration turned to anger. Lara tried flexing her legs, but it only made my cock slide over her mound, which was a nice enough feeling. “Quit joking around and fuck me.”
“The edge is a hell of a place to get stuck, isn't it?” I knew what I wanted. “I'll give you a chance to earn it.”
Lara unwrapped her legs from around my waist, settling back against Anya's equally nude body. “What do you mean?” That pout could have melted the heart of a hanging judge.
I lied down next to them. “Anya might even help you get there,” I stared at my partner in life and crimes against decency, “won't you?”
“Is she deserving?” Anya gave Lara's nipples the same twisting pinch as she had gotten before. Over the seething coming from her victim's teeth, she added, “I want to see what I am working with.”
Lara got the point, scrambling off of Anya and onto me. She tried positioning my dick, finding it harder than she thought with locked hands. “A little help?”
Anya stepped in for her first lesson. “Slide your pussy forward and grind against it.”
I felt what had to be the most amateur dry hump I'd experienced. Lara was a shining example of the Dunning-Kruger effect, thinking she was blowing my mind, but she failed to realize how little she knew. “Does it feel good?”
Preferring to teach by example, Anya faced her. I was left seeing nothing but ass, thigh, and cunt. As she rested her muff on my mouth, the rhythmic wave of her torso made me want to start using my tongue.
My shaft appreciated the pointer. Lara started working it over, her juices making it a slick, soft massage worth shelling out serious cash for. Both of them moaned and hummed, almost in unison.
“Yes,” it was hard to hear with Anya's almost-endless legs around my head, “now slide a little closer to me.”
My tip found home as soon as she did. Lara knew it too. I wrapped my hands around Anya's thighs as I felt that kitten's belly warmth and softness creep down my shaft. Lara's hands pressed against my abs as soon as she had me fully engulfed.
“Now lean back,” Anya started rocking the way she loved to do, “and roll like the ocean. Put all of your effort into it.” I braced myself, knowing exactly what it did to me.
Lara took to it well, but it was only almost-perfect. Something that Anya and her students knew like instinct, wasn't something you guessed and got right. Still, it was enough to get Lara panting again.
“You must pop your hips when you are almost all the way forward.” Anya shifted, sliding her pearl away from my tongue, stopping with her entrance right there to play with. The floral, yet slightly metallic flavor of her interior flooded my taste buds. “Yes, now play with yourself.
”
I was already on that duty for my wife, but Lara almost buzzed with the rising tension between her legs. This was the legendary ride Smolensky graduates had become known for. And coming from such a fresh performer, it was enchanting.
My body settled in, responding to the vigorous hump exactly like you'd expect. This set off alarms in my head, however. Fuck, she won't know when to stop.
Lara picked up the pace as her voice flooded out even my thoughts. I knew I had just let the precome go. Suddenly, Anya's pussy was the last thing I wanted blocking my mouth.
“You are doing so well.” Anya grabbed hold of my forearms. “He is close like you.”
I tried to speak, my mouth covered in one of my dick's favorite homes. Don't you fucking do this to me! Anya was fond of pranks, but this was fucking dangerous and sadistic, even for her.
“Yes, make him come with you.”
Even when you're not weak, it doesn't take much to pin you down. Anya and Lara were plenty to keep me locked in place, captive to whatever their pussies decided to do with me. For the first time, my wife and a student had turned the tables on their master.
Shit, this is bad. Lara had me dead to rights, her walls and inner-limit cradling my shaft in a heavenly hell. I can't believe she'd be this fucking careless. Yet there we were.
“Does my husband enjoy this?” I twisted my head side-to-side the best I could. “Oh yes, you should feel how much he wants you to keep going.”
I made another attempt at screaming.
“Oh, he wants you to go even faster.” Anya's fingers tightened against my skin. “Isn't that right, Alexei?”
Fuck!
“That is it, make him come inside you.” I could only imagine the twisted smile on my wife's face as she added, “Slow yourself a little now. It is only proper to come with your man.”
Lara's quivering body held on, somehow. I knew I had seconds to try and think of something.
But nothing useful popped into my head. My knees felt like they were caving in, even lying down. The final shred of resistance I had left had been mercilessly torn down like a tent full of food in bear country.
The old man's gonna fucking kill me. I tried one last time to belt out a scream. Any sound would have done.
As I ran out of breath, I knew it was already too late. Lara's entire body shuddered as my muscles all contracted at once. I was coming, even if Lara miraculously got off of me that instant.
Of course, she couldn't, even if she wanted to. As she lunged forward, the torment of holding back broke my will in half.
The first rope of cum shot forth, hitting every part of Lara's deepest confines. This panting, screaming mess of a girl sounded like getting herself knocked up was part of what got her off. Even for me, the second and third jets felt good enough to make me enjoy it, whether I wanted to or not.
Anya slid off of me, finally letting me groan out what were supposed to be words. Lara looked every bit as flustered as I was, grinding herself hard against my hips and taking every drop. This wonderful nightmare finally came to a stop, in what felt like buckets of cum later.
I woke up from what had to be the poorest imitation of a night's sleep. Rolling over, Anya was in her usual spot, right in the center of the bed. Just over her shoulder as I raised my head up, Lara smiled as she slumbered.
Well I'm glad you're fucking happy. She had confirmed my worst fear and stripped away what little hope I had the night before with, “No, I'm not on birth control.”
I knew it wasn't a dream, because the room still had the sweet aroma of sex all through it, a pair of cuffs still at the foot of the bed. I needed sleep, but it wasn't happening. Possible father to a student's possible child as I might have ended up being, I still had work to do.
With a gut-wrenching sense of dread as fresh as ever, I rolled out from under the covers. I had two examinations today, and one problem student to discipline. Of course, the two I really wanted to punish opened their eyes as soon as I was standing.
Silence never solved a problem, so I greeted them with, “That was the dumbest fucking thing you two could have done.”
Anya flashed her teeth with the most satisfied grin, “Alexei, do you think I would really let you give someone else a baby first?”
Knowing her, Anya was getting ready to twist the knife already in my gut. “You don't mean you're already pregnant?” I wanted to be overjoyed, but the situation tinted everything with an ugly darkness.
She laughed. “The look on your face now matches the one from last night. It is beautiful to see.”
Lara cuddled up to who I thought was her tormentor. “What she means is, I lied to you.”
“So you are on birth control?” I felt like the weight of the world might think about getting off my shoulders.
Anya put her hand out, taking mine. “You do not have to worry. She went behind the back of her father and has been on it for months.”
Fucking wonderful! But I still had another issue to worry about. I stared at Anya and asked, “And you?”
“Me?” She finally sat up, naked as possible. “I am not, but you know I would like to be.”
A little disappointment to go along with my relief. Anya never would let you just enjoy a moment. “I wondered what kind of birth control we used here, but I never bothered asking anyone who'd know, so the possibility hadn't crossed my mind yet.” But then something that pissed me off came to the front of my mind. “So why pull a trick like that? I didn't sleep a bit.”
My wife turned to Lara and pulled the covers from her own nude body. These two model-worthy blondes were a damn sight to behold. “Do you remember promising to take care of my needs before dinner last evening?”
Now I get it. “Yeah.” I rolled my eyes and huffed.
“That was payback, Alexei.”
Yes, in a way, I hate my wife. Anyone would. But you know what? Sometimes the person you hate most is also the same one you worship.
BIMBO ACADEMY 4:
IMPROVING ON PERFECTION
I could tell by the size of the breast cupped in my hand, it wasn't Anya pushing her ass into my crotch. “You're friendly this morning.”
Lara ignored me, intent on oversleeping like she always did. Other than that, she was adapting well to life at the academy. But even as my intern, Anya was the one she followed around like a lost kitten. That is, unless I was the only other person in bed.
The light was too bright this early. I poked my head up and saw Anya draped in a sheer, smokey nightgown, her figure almost black against the white light. She had her arms crossed and her eyes staring at the outside world.
“What's got into you?”
I thought she was ignoring me too, until she said without moving, “It is snowing.”
“Really?” Hardly ever leaving the grounds, I stopped paying attention to weather forecasts.
“I hate it.”
But you hate everything. Of all things, you'd think a Russian would love snow because it reminds them of home. “Why am I not surprised?” But of all things they hate, home is the worst to them.
“Have I told you why I never want to return?”
She had told me small reasons to never set foot over there daily, but never much about her past. I wondered if she even remembered much. “Not exactly.”
“And I never will. Even what I can remember, I do not like.” I knew the snow had to remind her of something. She started talking again, too quiet to make out.
I let her carry on, focusing on getting Lara off her ass. “Come on, up.” I could have used copper magic to get her up instantly, and even fix an early-rising habit into her, but overusing my family's powers has consequences for the student. “You've slept enough.”
Lara shot her elbow back, square on one of my floating ribs.
You little bitch. I slung the covers off her and got my own feet on the floor. I had my hand reared back for a print-leaving slap to her ass when I stopped. Anya wasn't talking to herself. She was singing something like a nurser
y rhyme, the rhythm vaguely familiar.
Vot oos pala noch toomaya,
Zdyot oodaliye molodets...
Choo, eedyot. Preeshla zelannaya,
Prodayot tovar koopech.
I gave up on Lara, knowing I had to ask one of my grandparents what the singing was about. Anya would never tell me herself. Just the fact that she was singing for the first time meant I was in over my head on this one.
I knew where to find Natalia, but I didn't know if she would have the answers I needed. As stepped into my grandparents' more complete living quarters, she was right there on the divan, laid out reading like she always was when I visited. “I've got something to ask you.”
She slid a red strip of ribbon between the pages and closed it. Sitting up, she said, “Of course. Something troubles you?”
I did my best to describe what I'd heard, in the rudimentary Russian I'd picked up so far. “Anya was singing something about a foggy night, a man waiting, and something about selling goods.”
“Your dear Anya? Singing?” It got Natalia to sit upright. “I can not imagine it.”
“And she was staring at the snow falling outside, hinting about why she doesn't miss home.”
“Has she still not told you why?”
I shook my head. “As little as the day we met, so far.”
“Sit beside me, Alexei.” My grandmother patted next to herself. I was simply glad she was dressed modestly, as she tended to in the mornings. “It is not because she does not trust you.”
“Then why won't she open up about it?” I took the seat, resting my elbows on my knees, my jaw in my hands. “I mean, I don't even know what part of Russia she's from.”
Natalia leaned forward and stared right at me. “I am sure you have never heard of Severodvinsk. It was called Molotovsk when your dedushka and I were children.”
Another one of those cities that changed its name? “I have no idea where it is.”