by Jen Eastwood
“A couple of hours ago, I thought my life was over.” Julia got up and walked around my desk, sitting against the edge in her uniform. “Thank you.”
I was happy to help, and even happier to see her cross her legs close enough for me to touch them. “This is my job. I didn't do anything for you that you didn't deserve.”
“All the other students think you're as mean as Anya. I'm glad they're wrong.”
“And I'm glad they think that.” I tossed back my shot and slammed the glass back on my desk. “This place would fall apart if they thought I was a big softie.”
Galina's ragged voice took over the cacophony of screams. It made Julia smile even more. “Well, you're not too soft.”
“Come on,” we both stood about the same time, “Lara's not having all the fun in there.”
“Alexei!” Anya fought against the straps on the x-framed table, giving up shortly after. “I did not mean for it to go this far!” She already looked like a frazzled wreck.
“But it did.”
“Prosti menya, ya isporchen!”
Yeah, I know you fucked up, too. Anya knew exactly what she'd done, and why I had every right to be mad. No amount of begging would get her out of paying for this one. “And another thing,” I handed the second Hitachi over to Julia, “The two of us get free-use of you, any fucking time we want.”
“This will make the students defiant. You can not be so dumb!”
“No,” I stepped closer and then took a hard squeeze of her left tit, “they need to know that nobody is above policy here. You fucked up by taking sides.”
She made the most hollow gesture I'd ever seen, biting her bottom lip and giving me puppy-dog eyes. “Alexei, you could not be so cruel to your devoted wife.”
“Lara gets to do the same thing to you too. Stop talking before you make it even worse.”
Anya couldn't look me in the eye anymore. “Yes,” she looked over at her co-conspirator and mouthed something without making a sound, “sir.”
I looked at Julia as she turned the wand back on. “You get to use Galina as you see fit. I don't want any staff or students thinking their actions won't have repercussions.”
The joy of final victory washed over her face. She pointed to her former tormentor and motioned for Galina to come to her. “I want both of you at the same time.”
“Lara, strap her in on top of Anya, face down.” I realized the logistics between their legs wouldn't work with just one wand. “And give her that other Hitachi.”
My intern's eyebrows shot up when she shot a glance at Julia. “Letting a student do the discipline? What will the old man think of it, Alex?”
Galina did exactly as her new master commanded, sandwiching Anya between herself and the top of the table. Shame and worry were a good look for her face.
I turned to Lara. “Who knows? He told me to find my own way of handling discipline.”
She nodded as she started on Galina's wrists. Once she got them done, she couldn't help brushing the side of Anya's face from above. “Usually I'm the one who gets in trouble.”
Anya's mind couldn't process the turnaround. I was about to pull Lara back when I heard the phtoo. “You will not use me like this.”
Lara wiped the spit from her face and looked at me. “Now you know why I strapped her down all the way.” The table of toys was already calling her name again.
God, Anya. Right when I think you can't make it any worse on yourself, you go and fuck up even harder. I grabbed hold of her wrist, right on top of her copper band. “You will do whatever she wants, whenever she wants, and wherever the hell she damn well pleases.” The metal heated up a little and buzzed between our skin.
It was like I had dumped a water tower on that bonfire in her eyes. The first new, direct command I forced onto Anya had already branded itself onto her mind. “Yes, Alexei.”
“And you,” I stepped to the other side and grabbed Galina by the bracelet, “you will drop this sneaky, bitchy habit you've fallen into.”
The same sensation tingled against my palm. “Yes, Headmaster Smolensky.”
“Good.” I looked over at Julia, holding a wand in each hand, both of them already going at full-tilt. “I'll leave it up to you.”
I caught up to Lara at the table, but my goal was next to it. One black folding chair that bore the chips and scratches of it's real purpose called my name. While the paint didn't hold up to someone struggling against cuffs, it sat all the same.
“You're not picking something out?” Lara held up a riding crop and the popped it against the table.
I grabbed the chair and shook my head. “The skinny one? You can only use it on her once for each piece of contraband.”
Lara patted an open palm with the business end, looking like a BDSM Catholic schoolgirl fantasy. “So how many times?”
“Forty-seven.”
We started back to the commotion already unfolding. “I can work with that.”
As Lara started pulling ahead of me, I grabbed her by the arm. “Let Julia have her fun too.”
She was already having to shout over the cries of overload. “You're sharing the chair with me, then.”
I popped the chair open where we'd have an amazing view. Lara was already trying to get in my lap before I was even down. Her charcoal blazer flew away almost on its own.
As Lara ripped at the buttons on her shirt, I worked on my own. She knew where my mind was going. After that, as her skirt came up, her panties went down.
She fished my cock out, clamping it between her thighs just above where her socks ended. I don't know if it was the show we were watching unfold, or all the noise, but Lara had my pants soaked in no time.
I ducked my head to the side, trying to see what I could around her. “Damn, Julia's pissed.” I scratched my neck just behind my jaw and asked, “How much of that oil did you use on them?”
Lara stared in awe at the writhing pair in all their blissful agony. It took her a few seconds to process that I'd even asked. “All of it.”
Christ almighty. “How many times do you wanna let them come before we get involved?”
Without hesitation, Lara answered by rising up, and then dropping herself down my shaft. She had me planted deep. “Just until I come, 'kay?”
It worked for me. Lara slid her arms out of her sleeves as I guided her hips. One quick flip of my fingers had her bra dangling loose.
“It won't take me long.” Lara snatched my hands away from her waist, planting them on those fun handfuls she called her breasts. She'd already started panting and getting pink in the shoulders. “Just listen to them.”
The staccato vibration of their screams hitting different notes rattled my ears. Anya was mid-climax as Galina rushed in to join her seconds later. And they weren't short, merciful orgasms, either. The harder their bodies locked and twitched, the harder Julia went at them.
“Ah, fuck!” Lara played with herself underneath her skirt and whipped against my cock with her walls. “Why does watching Anya get me off so much?”
I thought of exactly why it did the same thing to me. “If you'd never seen her naked, you'd think she has a bigger dick than I do.”
Lara arched her head back and went a little faster. “No,” she fought to get it out, “it's because she can't be Queen Kong for once.” Lara's shoulders wiggled as she whimpered, “Being totally helpless doesn't compute in her mind.”
She was exactly right. Even when I was in control, Anya always kept some hold on the strings. The way you couldn't predict what she'd do made her a blast in bed, but a pain in the ass when it came to running the academy.
Galina's legs quaked so rapidly, they almost blurred out. Julia released both of them from their clitoral hell at the same time. As they squirmed and moaned, I almost gave in and joined them.
Lara beat me to it by seconds. I fought to hold myself back, not wanting to let the fun end on my part so soon. But when you're in the same room as three girls coming at once, and you're in one of them? Y
ou tell me you wouldn't have trouble. Go on.
I took a deep breath as Lara settled down. Mercifully, she got up as soon as she had gotten what she wanted. “Thanks for the seat,” Lara turned back for a second, “and I used a little of the oil on myself.” She had the riding crop in hand already, almost skipping on her way to join in.
She wasn't hogging all the fun, though. I had myself back together in seconds, rushing to butt in. As our two human toys rode out the tail end of their mind-erasing orgasms, I wanted to have a little time with them.
Sliding my index and middle fingers inside Galina, I hooked them until I had her g-spot pinned. Her entrance pulsed around my knuckles with each stroke. Within seconds, she sounded like she was getting a hard shagging from behind.
Just inches beneath, Anya's slit parted around my dick. She wasn't any quieter, the aftershocks of her climax already building back into something new and powerful. Moans, whimpers, and pants all flooded my ears, each one as rough as saw blade.
I gave them both a hard drive like I was trying to come. The instant I felt their passages seize in unison, I pulled myself out of both of them. Their ears had to be ringing like church bells, if they had enough of their minds left to even process that thought.
Feeling Anya's thighs, she trembled like I'd never felt before. These weren't the random twitches you'd get from her after a hard marathon fucking. This was a constant vibration, like hypothermia was setting in.
It might be time to wrap this up. As I started loosening the strap on one of Galina's ankles, Julia and Lara almost bowled each other over trying to stop me.
“Hold up,” Lara went so far as to grab my wrist, “I still have stuff to do to them.” She held up one of the wands in her left hand, the crop in her right. “And I know you still want to fuck her, right?”
But where? You could do a lot with a simple chair, but we had so many more options in there. Besides, Julia had the kind of face you want to watch as she comes.
Julia answered for me, pulling me by the hand over to a swing I honestly didn't use as much as I'd liked. This wasn't one of those chintzy ones with the rough, narrow webbing either. You'd almost want to display this leather, steel, and silk beauty in the living room.
You could see it in her eyes and the way she bit at her bottom lip. Even without the oil working inside her, she was as turned on as a field full of rabbits in spring. I probably couldn't have gotten away from her if I tried.
Julia jerked at whatever piece of clothing she could make progress on with one hand. Her blazer slid down her arm until it stopped at my hand. Buttons popped off her shirt, and her red skirt had stopped halfway down her thighs.
As Galina and Anya set to crying out again, Julia stopped in front of her destination and finished taking everything off. The curvy little fuck-goddess had to have been torture for her old man to watch at home, knowing he couldn't touch her. He'd definitely sent her to the right place to build upon her natural gifts, regardless.
“Impatient, aren't you?”
Julia didn't say a word, hopping her ass right up into the swing and spreading her legs out in the stirrups like a grand opening.
Woah. The sliver of a cunt peeked out like a slender, pink ribbon on alabaster. I already knew it was wet enough to count as a body of water. She'd make some lucky bastard realize he'd picked incredibly well, someday.
I couldn't wait. Without even dropping my pants, I pressed my tip against her entrance. Anything that hot that hot against your skin should have a furnace somewhere in the works.
When my head plunged inside, Julia realized her mistake. The incredible amount of oil I'd picked up from inside Anya made her walls slick, and unfathomably sensitive to boot. She was bobbing her head, struggling to take a breath, before I was even all the way in.
Julia's sensitivity to the stuff made the cries behind us sound like whispers next to a speeding freight train. She gripped the leather straps holding her up, unable to escape or even come up with the idea. As I dove in the last little bit, a roaring orgasm shot through her entire body.
As the supports rattled, I couldn't do anything but stand there. Her cunt did all the work, sucking and twitching better than any mouth could dream of doing. The same ecstasy I'd seen her experience in class was all around my shaft, satisfying an itch I didn't realize I'd had all afternoon until then.
But no matter how good it feels just to stay inside, my gear was made for thrusting. Just easing her back and letting gravity do the rest scared me. If it were in any other context, you'd swear she was in the throes of a grand mal seizure.
Nothing compared to it, before or after. Her soft skin rippled with every muscle spasm as her eyes rolled back. We were both feeling something we'd never experience again.
Right as I thought about pulling out for her safety, Julia's head surged forward. “M-mu-muh... Mo...” She kept swinging with the natural momentum of her body rocking back and forth. “More!”
All I had to do was give the back of her thighs a slight push. The whole ordeal ramped up to the point of a spiritual awakening or that first high addicts always chase. Somehow, her walls made the slowest thrusts possible feel better than the most brutal poundings Anya and Lara could beg for.
Fuck me, no wonder she couldn't help herself in class. I couldn't tell if Julia was chasing the feeling one last time, if this was her 'normal' now. If this was what her body was used to, the poor thing could run marathons with all that endurance.
A few moments of this later, I noticed the room had gone silent aside from the rattling of the harness. The jarring riktktktkt of velcro straps getting torn apart barely registered in my mind. We were about to have an audience.
I had enough sense left to look down. Watching my length disappear into that perfect, spasming vessel is something I regret not getting on video. The plush, slick sensation against my skin merged with the damn sight of her, as the sound and pulsations threatened to send me flying off the cliff.
Exhausted panting and the sounds of bare feet on the tile surrounded me from behind. I couldn't tell if Anya and Galina were jealous of how good it had to feel for Julia, or if they were shocked by what they'd caused. Either way, neither Anya or myself had seen anything approaching this garbled static, of climax after climax, after always another climax, Julia had gotten trapped in.
If we wanted to market the academy at all, checking with Guinness about whether they keep a record for consecutive orgasms would have been in the plans. As soon as one started, another built right after it. Julia almost made me wish my grandfather had chosen her as my wife instead.
Lara finally broke the tension. “I am so fucking jealous right now.”
Little did she know, Julia was on a hair-trigger to feel something beyond an orgasm. I still felt like I had a few minutes left in me. That is, until the poor thing busted out with a scream of “G...g...g...guh...g...guh...GAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWD!”
I collapsed into Julia's burning, shivering body. Something in my own had tripped like a breaker. Cum busted loose like someone had dynamited the Hoover Dam.
Before my eyes closed, I caught a glimpse of what had to be the happiest expression I'd ever seen on a girl's face. It seared into my mind, an image I'll never forget. After all the hell she had been through at the hands of my wife and Galina, one blissful experience paid back all of the debt with insane amounts of interest.
I felt like I was getting hollowed out from the inside. As what used to be part of me started pouring out of Julia, it finally eased down to a normal flow. The swing held both of us up by that point.
Anya finally had the nerve to talk. “Did this little, ginger whore break my husband?”
Lara responded, “No, he just really fucking enjoyed himself.”
“We will never have children at this pace.” I didn't care enough to give a damn, but Anya's words brought a smile to my face anyway. “I did not know a man could have so much cum in him.”
Hell, it felt like the marrow from my bones went with it. Julia and I too
k a good couple of minutes to get our bearings about us. She actually started stirring before I did.
“Headmaster?” Her voice was as sweet as any other part of her, shaky as it was.
“Hmm?” I couldn't muster anything more meaningful.
Julia's control over her body came back before mine did. “Thank you.”
No. Thank you. I fought to push myself up, struggling until Lara and Anya stepped in to catch me before I got too far and fell on my ass.
“I will never live this down.” Anya went into caregiver mode all of a sudden, something I had never seen out of her. “Lara, Galina, get this little whore back to her room. I will take care of Alexei.”
“Alexei,” Anya wrapped herself around me from behind, her hands gliding along my chest, “Mikhail will be mad at me for this, but he will be proud of you.” Right before bed, assuming Lara wasn't around, was always Anya's time to suck up.
“So why do it?”
Anya couldn't help herself, drifting her fingers down my abs. “I did not think you would figure all of it out, honestly.”
I brushed her hands off of me. “You did this at the expense of a student who probably just needed a good ass-whipping.”
“But she insulted our people.”
“Did she exaggerate? We're not like them, and you know that.”
“You have been in America too long, Alexei.”
I gave her a warning tap on the thigh, “I was born here, and so was my father.”
“But you are of our blood.”
“As much as you bitch about how American I act, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Anya sighed like she was giving up. “I know how Russians are, because I was born in Russia.”
But if you remembered living there, you'd probably hate them yourself. “Why can't we agree there are assholes everywhere?”
“You are still weak. Relax, and I will make you feel better.”
I didn't have the energy or the mood to deal with it. “Can't you be the warm, snuggly wife for once? I'm fucking exhausted.”