Bimbo Academy- The Complete Series

by Jen Eastwood

  “If I was doing that, I wouldn't have such a hard time looking away from you.”

  “We wanted to show you last night, but we fell asleep. You took too long washing up.” Anya couldn't take it any longer. She sat down next to me, hiding her face in her hands.

  That little bit of her old self accented her like basil and a little salt on a homegrown tomato slice. Amazing on her own, but absolutely irresistible with just that little addition. “I was dog-tired last night.” But I would have given in, seeing you like this.

  “You were not yourself last night, and I felt responsible. I am sorry, Alexei.”

  “That's enough grovelling.” My hand was just about to reach for her thigh when a whistle-pitched whimper came from the guest bedroom. “What did you do to her?”

  “Lara woke up horny and wanted to help make it up to you,” Anya looked at me like she had done nothing wrong, “but I do not want to share right now.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. Christ on a cracker. “Anya, we're not at the academy. Remember the old lady you two almost gave a heart attack at the store last night?”

  Another squeal rang out. “She is close to being satisfied. Let her ride it out.”

  The slight banging on the wall told me Lara wasn't in that position voluntarily. “Why so jealous all of a sudden?”

  “It is something a woman knows,” she smiled for a second and then looked at me, “inside herself.”

  “You mean you're...”

  Anya put one finger on my lips. “No, I am not.”

  I knew she couldn't be. Something about the copper bands made birth control a non-issue. Otherwise, the academy would need one hell of a maternity ward attached to it. “Then what is it?”

  “Natalia told me about when she decided to have your father.”

  I was ready for kids, myself, but hearing Anya talk about it had my heart pounding ribs to dust. “What about it?” At the very least, I would shelter them from the real workings of the academy better than my grandfather had.

  “I know this is true because of what you did last night, but I did not believe her.” Anya cracked and finally looked happy enough to cry. “Can you make it so that I can have your children, Alexei?”

  Holy fuck-balls! I couldn't speak. Even more than that, I didn't even know how I'd go about doing that.

  “If you are the kind man from last night, you will be a wonderful father.” She was excited and glowing like she was pregnant already. Anya clasped her hands around mine. “Please, this is why I do not want to share you right now.”

  Lara had finally hit her breaking point. Between the tortured girl my wife considered her personal plaything, and Anya shattering my view of her by going baby-crazy out of nowhere, I didn't know which crisis to deal with first. All I could do was sit there and smile with my mouth open, like a dumbass.

  “I have even thought of names.” Knowing I had cut and pasted her blocked memories into my own head, she had to be thinking about this before, and very well could have been the trigger for her reversion. “If it is a boy, Jospeph, or Iosef if you will allow it. If it is a girl, Sabina.”

  Your parent's names. I guess a few fragments leaked through, no matter how hard my grandfather blocked everything off. I knew that she had known they loved her dearly, once upon a time. It finally gave me the gumption to speak. “Those are wonderful names. I'm on-board already.”

  Anya took it as me agreeing to the whole shebang. For the first time, she hugged me out of joy, squeezing like she'd never let go. Even if I wasn't beyond ready for what she wanted, I wouldn't have had the nerve to turn her down. You don't rip that kind of happiness away from someone you love.

  Still, I had another issue to deal with, which gave me an out. “Anya, we should probably let her loose.” Poor Lara was trying to scream through whatever blocked her mouth, now outright banging to get the message out. I expected cracked drywall, at least.

  “But she will take what belongs to me.” Anya tugged at my arm as I tried to get up. “You can not do that to me right now.”

  I gave up and planted my ass back down on the couch. “Don't worry.” I had no choice but to break down and let her know. “I want the same thing as you, but I had to wait until I was Headmaster.”

  “You are now.” I didn't know if it was the fragment of her old self, or hormones doing the talking. “There is nothing to stop you, Alexei.”

  “If we do this, there's no going back. You'll have to let someone else fill in as head instructor for a while.”

  “That is unfortunate,” Anya thought for a moment, finally adding, “but it must happen. I will do the search for my substitute.”

  “I'm alright with that, but we really need to get Lara out of there.” I succeeded in getting up, but Anya was right on my tail. “I didn't know you brought anything like that with you.”

  I opened the door. Lara had curled into a whimpering, shaking ball on the bed, hands bound behind her back with duct tape. She had the same treatment on her ankles, along with copious amounts holding whatever toy between her legs.

  She opened her eyes, pleading without saying a word. I fished a finger in her mouth, pulling the pink, saliva-drenched panties out. Instead of words, she unleashed just a series of gasps and gibberish.

  “Anya, help me get this off her.” I started on her wrists as her torturer worked between her legs.

  I felt a hand on my arm. “Alexei, leave her like this. I want her to watch.”

  “Not until you get whatever that is off her cunt.”

  Anya kept ripping strips of tape. Lara flinched with each on as she got to the bottom layers. “Alexei, I will miss being used like this, the most.”

  The final piece came off with a violent scrit, forcing Lara to jerk up. Of course, the instant the stimulation ended, she shot back down again. Her body twisted and contorted as she yelped.

  “How long has she been like this?” My dick was already hard enough to crack engine blocks from the sight of it all. “Just look at her go.”

  “She wanted to share. You know I can not let that happen right now.”

  “How long?”

  “A few minutes before I saw you were up.”

  She's a lunatic. “You were gonna try cooking breakfast and get your rocks off, all while she's in here, so close to the edge it would cut her.”

  Anya looked at me like nothing was out of the ordinary, because nothing really was. “You watched all the same.” Stepping closer, she pressed her body against mine. “And you enjoyed it.”

  I couldn't argue with that. “If you want her to watch, you'd better figure out what you want to do.” I had a few ideas myself, but I enjoyed her creativity.

  Instead of telling me, she smirked and bent down next to Lara's ear. As she whispered, Lara's eyes kept getting wider. Anya stood back up and faced me with the same shit-eating grin. “She can only wish she thought of it.”

  “Then do it, already.”

  Anya slid down my body, stopping on her knees. A sudden draft came over my legs as she pantsed me. Then my hips as my boxers hit the floor. I lifted my shirt, knowing nobody had any dignity while shirt-cocking.

  Her lips pressed against the tip and her tongue slid along the bottom. A firm grab of my sack got my attention. Anya knew exactly where what she wanted hid from her.

  I expected her to glide forward, but she stopped. The grip on the family jewels got tighter as she backed away and stood again. “If you think of coming right now,” her fingers clamped tighter, “I will wear them around my neck.”

  Anya didn't let go, grabbing Lara by the hair with her other hand. She pulled her onto her back, forcing Lara's head over the edge of the mattress. Slow and certain, she brought her hands closer to each other until I felt breath along my shaft.

  “Now fuck her face.” She let go of both of us. “She should be thankful I will let her come again.”

  Anya picked the toy back up and jammed it between Lara's thighs. I forced myself to the back of her throat, feeling her t
ongue roll along the top of my dick. Lara was already humming by the time I eased myself out and back in again.

  I planted my hands on the bed, thrusting hard against the back of Lara's throat. Her voice sputtered and gurgled as she shot headlong toward that next climax. I would have been perfectly willing to keep going until I came, assuming Anya didn't have my balls in the proverbial salad shooter.

  A hint of teeth made me slow down. Lara's thighs came up as she tried curling inward. Her voice buzzed my shaft.

  I helped Anya keep her down by pushing against Lara's knees. Still crammed firmly in her mouth myself, she wasn't wiggling out of it. Like it or not, we weren't letting up until we were done forcing it on her.

  The same cunt that I'd had a hand on the night before took over Lara's entire body. She twitched against the duct tape's unforgiving hold. Her attempts at screaming rattled my dick so hard, it almost felt like I was fucking a light socket.

  Giving up on her mouth, and wanting to hear it, I pulled my dick out. Lara coughed before she belted out, “Fucking let me come!”

  I saw the twisted smile on Anya's face. “You will not come until I want you to.”

  Watching those two go at it was too much. My cock had to be in something. Even my own hand would do.

  My other option was right in front of me. Sliding the band of Anya's panties down to her knees, I saw the glistening readiness she couldn't keep inside. One quick push had me buried deep in the only warm part about her.

  I grabbed hold of the back of her bra with one hand, wrapping her hair around the other. Slowly pulling back, I could have sworn she looked eternally grateful. A gentle tug as I popped my hips against her ass only made her smile again.

  If I fuck her as hard as she's asking, it'd probably hurt her. But asking for it or not, she'd driven me to the brink. I took it easy for a few thrusts, gathering up the will to give Anya something even harder than those post-argument hate-fuckings we'd have every now and then.

  Lara begged on more time, finally realizing she was in for a long morning. She was a mess. Her voice shook as she forced her head up, screaming, “Oh my ga-hawd!”

  You always get to the line, and then dance right over it. Even a glutton for punishment like Lara had her limits. Sometimes you just have to take pity and show some mercy.

  I was out of that, though. Pushing hard between her shoulder blades, I forced Anya chest-first into the bed, making sure I kept the tension up on her hair. Two cracks of our bodies colliding broke her hold.

  Lara cooked right the fuck off. She rolled around, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. By the time the full force had her locked tight, she was face down right next to Anya.

  I forced Anya's head down, making her look Lara right in the face. It only drove her closer, every scorching march of my shaft through her pussy driving her insane. She was already close herself.

  Anya tried pushing her shoulders back up. I let her think she was getting the relief she needed, only to pull her arms behind her back. As I firmed the grip, my left hand held right over her copper band.

  God, she's fucking loving this. Anya's own bliss filled my mind as I felt her true desire. I tried to reserve some attention for working my own body as I dug around in there, guiding myself closer to what she was really after with all this.

  Pure joy at trying to break Lara once and for all, anger that she had been foiled at it again, and an outright demand of herself that she come, fast. Everything was there, as clear as if it were in my own head. But something was just past these desires, so heavy I could almost breathe it.

  “Yego rebenok, yego rebenok!” The thought boomed into my head. It wasn't just a thought, feeling, or memory like all the others. “Zavershite menya.”

  Then, another... thing appeared. No longer in my own head, I felt what I can only describe as a barrier. As close as I wanted to get to that true desire, it was like an invisible brick wall.

  I pounded against it with both fists, feeling it start to give way. With one hard shove, it collapsed. Anya's deepest fantasy flashed right before me.

  I came to a split-second before I crashed sideways onto the mattress. Anya was towering over me, hair keeping me from seeing her face. Her voice was ragged as she asked, “You saw it, did you not?”

  I nodded, realizing I was already exhausted. “Did I finish already?”

  She crawled over me as I rolled onto my back. Lara was already scooting and shimmying her way up the bed, stopping next to me. Anya got right in my face and said, “No, you simply collapsed in the middle of fucking me.”

  Collapsed? “I felt like something was keeping me from seeing what you really wanted, but once I got past it, it became plain as day.”

  Apparently my grandfather had told her something he hadn't told me. True warmth lit up her face. “That means I am able to do that now.”

  Her fantasy, holding a cooing infant as I looked over them. That's what that barrier was? “Then I just made us able to have children.”

  “You always find a way, Alexei.” She buried her face in my collar. “You will have to be rewarded.”

  A grateful Anya is the best Anya, and that's a rare sight. Her slit pushed against the length of my cock, the shaft parting her lips from top to bottom. It felt hotter and wetter than I'd ever remembered it. Ready to be bred.

  Lara's mouth steamed next to my ear in a whisper. “I can't believe I get to watch.” She seemed as willing as I was. “God, I've never seen her want to fuck this much.”

  I started opening my mouth when I felt a finger fall on my lips. “I will do the work, Alexei.” I didn't have the energy to give even the laziest hump, anyway.

  She slid forward and then arched her back forward, guiding me directly inside her. Anya moaned as she slid herself down, taking my tip straight to the Motherland itself. The look on her face was positively divine.

  Her hands slid down my chest as Anya started rocking herself. This slow, straight in-and-out motion was a first with her, but I knew she was just enjoying the moment. I couldn't complain, captivated by that heart-torching smile on her face.

  Anya could fuck a stripped bolt out of an engine block, but this wasn't her usual mind-blowing sex. My brain sizzled and fizzed when I realized it. She fucking making love to me right now.

  Lara's breathing got heavy in my ear as Anya gyrated her hips just enough to give my shaft the full tour. She planted her hands on my abs and kept at it, swirling at a pace so slow, it actually felt better than usual.

  But she'll never come like this. I knew that wasn't her goal at all. She was after my climax, and nothing else.

  Anya kept the most sensual pace you could imagine, easing out a little moan every now and then. Relaxing is the best way I could describe it, like getting covered in sleeping kittens during a fantastic massage. Just thinking about it still gets me hard, instantly.

  She began sliding her hips forward and backward, her waist and breasts motionless above me. That first bead of precum made the texture that much better. Anya knew it, giggling the second she felt it.

  “You always make me come so many times, Alexei. I do not think it will happen this time.” The smile told me she was perfectly alright with it. “To think I would feel so generous right now.”

  One thing Anya knew, but not the full extent of, was how much I enjoyed seeing and feeling her mid-climax. The helpless look of pleasure on her face, the graceful curve of her feet as they curled, and every point in between. She was physical perfection, made even better, when she came.

  Lara whispered something I couldn't help agreeing with. “Thinking about her legs wrapping around your back,” she paused for a heavy breath, “is getting me so fucking hot right now.”

  The mental image almost set me off like a firecracker tossed in a flame. The body was ready, but the mind wasn't willing to let it end so soon. I balled my fists, trying to hold off the inevitable.

  “Does she whisper about how good it feels?” Anya was absolutely pleased with herself. The little wiggle in her hi
ps came out. “You are so close, I can feel it in you.”

  Fuck, I'm about to come. I tried to grit my teeth and close my eyes. No dice.

  “It is okay. Come so hard it hurts.”

  My hands shot up, grabbing her arms. Anya jumped like she'd just been shot. Rolling the two of us and then wrestling control away from her, I ended up on top, still inside her.

  Lara's enthusiasm could be bound, unlike her body. Nobody with her wrists and ankles taped together against their will has any business smiling like she was. “That's what I'm talking about!”

  Anya couldn't keep her mouth shut, the dirty-talking little slut. “Alexei, you—”

  One hand shut her trap, the other wrapped around her throat. “Hush.” I'd never fucked Anya without making her come, and I wasn't starting now, of all times.

  She tried wiggling loose, easing off when she realized that her body could move around, but her head was stuck. I'd have rather had Lara's help, but she was in no position to, and I couldn't fix that without letting go of Anya.

  If she wanted to, Anya could have punched or at least slapped to get free. Try as she might to break loose, she was willing enough that she kept the fight fair. Or she knew I'd drop the load in Lara, as a fitting punishment.

  “Do you really think I'd let it end with you on top? God, Anya, it's like you don't know me at all.” I let go with both hands and planted them into the bed to each side of her head.

  It was that same fucking grin. “I knew you would crack.”

  With a hint of laughter, I said, “You're such a fucking bitch.”

  She threw both arms back, lying flat on the bed, elbows bent at ninety degree angles. Her innocent look always had that glimmer of fakeness to it. “With your prick still inside me, you can not say that you hate me.”

  She wasn't just my dream girl or my wife. Anya was more than either of those. “The more I love you, the more I hate you.” I realized it was only half-said. “And the more I hate you, the more I love you.”

  Anya knew exactly what I meant, judging by the smile revealing her teeth and that damn giggle. “You describe how I feel, exactly.” Her hips slithered underneath me, forcing my dick to slide along her walls.