Taken from School

by Emily Tilton

  In Jessica’s eyes he saw the dawning awareness of what he meant to do, and the crease in Lauren’s brow showed that she, too, had an inkling.

  “Go ahead and lie down, Jessica,” Ed said with a little more firmness, claiming the role of trainer a little more decisively. Lauren, he thought, would always be special to him, but the opportunity to assist in the training of Jessica, and the other girls now respectfully sucking their owners’ cocks, and all the girls of the building, would not go to waste on him.

  Jessica gave a little nod, and glanced over at Lauren. The redhead had drawn her lips into a tight line, and she shook her head slightly and very slowly. Ed read her thoughts and feelings as if he could see the scene through her green eyes: to have her reluctance firmly and gently overcome this way by her new personal trainer had unleashed a torrent of arousal, but the gesture of negation still felt necessary.

  To be made to taste a pussy, whether her own or Jessica’s, fired her blood just as much as it reddened her cheeks. If Ed had chosen to spank her, she would have complied, and sucked her wetness off his cock as her bottom’s renewed soreness told her of the compulsory nature of the act. But this alternative way, with its enlistment of pleasure rather than pain, seemed far superior.

  Jessica climbed onto the table and lay down with her head toward the far end, her knees dangling over the edge where Lauren still knelt, her panties around her knees. She looked inquiringly at Ed over the length of her pretty body, still clad in the schoolgirl briefs and halter top. Her nipples perked sweetly through the cotton, and the sight renewed Ed’s smile.

  “Ed,” asked Mr. Philips, “do you mind if we have our girls sixty-nine, too?”

  He turned to meet the florid blond man’s good-humored face. “Go right ahead. It will help Lauren get used to the idea.”

  Ed looked again at Lauren, his special trainee, and the thin line of her lips had changed to a clearer display of arousal: her nose twitched a little, and she chewed the inside of her cheek.

  “Get up and take your panties off, sweetheart,” he said.

  She didn’t shake her head, but she hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes, as he tried with a steady gaze to tell her that he meant to take care of her from this time forward, and that he knew what she needed even when she didn’t want to admit how shameful her desires were. Her cheeks went pink once again, and she dropped her eyes to his cock, which he pumped gently to keep himself in readiness. His own need to have her taste herself on his hardness, and then to see his semen spurt onto her pretty face, marking her as his trainee, felt monstrous to him, but also right. Though of course his erection called for that satisfaction to arrive as soon as possible, his own discipline and his own will kept his lust easily in check.

  Lauren breathed twice through her nose, little puffs, and then she did stand up, her eyes still fixed downward. She moved her knees, then, shifting her weight adorably to kick the white cotton briefs away. Then she glanced up at him, her eyes widening as if she wondered what he would do now—how Ed would make her go from the here of where she stood to the terrible there of Jessica’s slightly apprehensive face, to begin the shameful thing he had decided she must learn to undergo, and to do.

  Ed reached out and took her by the shoulders. She gave a little cry, but he picked her up as easily as he might have picked up a pillow, and swung her lightly into his arms for the very short journey to the other end of the table.

  “What…? What are…?”

  The owners chuckled, and Tricia giggled, while Jessica bit her lip as she watched Ed’s movements. Lauren had struggled for an instant, but then relaxed, as if to be in the arms of a big, naked man like Ed worked as a sort of argument for obedience in itself, and a reason to allow the overcoming of her reluctance.

  “Knees on either side of Jessica’s face, sweetheart,” Ed said. “Hands on the table. Don’t lower your pussy until I say so.”

  He hardly needed to say that last part, of course, because the redness of Lauren’s face indicated that this penultimate obedience, to press her pussy against her friend’s face, would need decisive instructions from Ed, if not even a little discipline of the more usual kind. But his notion of how this sort of training could work best told him that it would help her simply to know that he intended to control the tiny drama of this lesson.

  Mr. Diaz, standing behind Lauren at the other end of the table, as Tricia and Yolanda took off their underwear in preparation for joining their friends on the table, said, “Look at that sweet sight.” Ed felt his mouth crook into a smile as the owner, pumping his cock, looked with frank lust at Lauren’s pussy poised over Jessica’s face.

  “Go ahead and give that pussy a rub, Mr. Diaz, if you don’t mind,” Ed said, winking at the man. “That will help Lauren get past her jitters.”

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Mr. Diaz replied, and extended his hand. Lauren, who had whimpered at Ed’s words about her pussy, gave a little cry, and then a long moan, as she felt herself worked by the fondling fingers.

  Ed had made his way all the way back around the table now, and he held his cock in front of Lauren’s pretty face, an inch from her tight-lipped mouth. It still glistened a bit from the pussy Mr. Diaz now skillfully wanked, and the naughty fragrance of eighteen-year-old cunt rose as much, Ed thought, from his manhood as from Lauren’s pussy, or Jessica’s still-cotton-clad one.

  “Alright, sweetheart,” Ed said gently. “You’re going to ride Jessica’s face, now. That’s how you’re going to get used to the idea that good girls taste pussy when they’re told to taste pussy.”

  Her eyes had closed, and she seemed to have drifted off, miles away into subspace, but she said, “Yes, sir,” and as Mr. Diaz removed his hand, she bent her knees a little, and then she gave a sobbing cry, because Jessica had very audibly begun to lap at her rosy clit.

  Lauren’s mouth opened, obviously with the idea that Ed would now put his cock inside it, but he had other ideas. He watched Tricia and Yolanda get into a similar configuration on the table, just to Lauren and Jessica’s right, with Yolanda’s face, fringed in black hair, below, and Tricia’s creamy, well-rounded, pink and white backside above, on his side of the table. Mr. Philips said to Mr. Killington, “Would you like to get into Tricia first, John? Tricia, love, ride Yolanda’s face now, to get your cunt ready.”

  These owners, intoxicated with their wealth and their incredible, enviable scheme to help pretty eighteen-year-olds land on their feet by fucking and spanking them, made Ed’s head spin sometimes, even as they made his cock hard as a rock. Well, he thought his next tactic with Lauren would prove worthy of their consideration.

  He reached down and rubbed Jessica’s pussy through her panties, noting with approval how damp they already felt to the touch. Jessica cried out into Lauren’s beautifully waxed cunt, and Lauren’s eyes flew open to see what had happened.

  “Look, sweetheart,” Ed said, pulling the gusset of Jessica’s briefs aside. “Look at the pussy.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Lauren heard the little sob come from her throat as she looked. Jessica’s pussy was only two or three inches away, and she could smell it, and she knew it was wet, though how could it be as wet as Lauren’s own was, now that Jessica herself was licking and licking and licking down there?

  “Kiss the pussy, Lauren,” said Mr. Stevens. “Make Jessica feel good.”

  But she had been going to suck his cock. She had learned the lesson that good girls tasted pussies, because Jessica was a good girl and Jessica was tasting Lauren’s pussy. So Lauren would taste her own pussy on Ed’s huge cock, and he would do that terrible thing, shooting his sperm on her face, because she had to learn about that, too, it seemed.

  But even though she thought Jessica’s pussy looked pretty, with its pink lips pouting out from the paler ones and even her little clit peeping from its hood a bit and looking like it wanted a kiss, Lauren didn’t think she could. Hadn’t Mrs. Fredericks forbidden it? Good girls didn’t, did they?

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��Jessica,” Ed said. “Stop licking, please.”

  Oh, no. “Please…” Lauren begged, as the sweet sensation down there stopped. Unable to help herself, Lauren bent her knees further and tried to push against her friend’s face, tried to ride Jessica’s nose and mouth so that the pleasure in her pussy would continue, instead of stopping so abruptly. A muffled whimper came from between her legs.

  “Don’t try that, Lauren,” Ed said sternly. “Mr. Diaz, would you please lift Lauren’s bottom so she doesn’t hump Jessica’s face?”

  Lauren felt Mr. Diaz’ hands on her hips, moving her upwards, and she gave a little cry of frustration.

  “You know what you have to do if you want to come, Lauren,” said the handsome man whose cock Lauren now felt so desperate to have in her mouth. “Kiss the pussy.”

  Lauren felt her brow crease so deeply she wondered if the furrow might stay there on her forehead forever, as she looked down again at Jessica’s private parts, where Ed had uncovered their bareness, pulling the white cotton aside. Suddenly she couldn’t do anything but obey, because of the naughty smell, because of the naughty sight, because of the naughty pussy. She found herself bending her head, and giving a tiny kiss right on Jessica’s clit. Her friend—now, Lauren supposed, her very special friend—whimpered in response, which made Lauren’s kiss become a little lick, and a little nibble, even though the blood rushed to her face and part of her couldn’t believe she was going down on another girl.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Ed said. “That’s it. Good girl. Jessica, Mr. Diaz, Lauren may have more pleasure now.”

  Lauren sobbed into Jessica’s pussy as she felt her friend’s tongue return to its shameful, wonderful work down below, and she kissed and kissed, lapped and licked, her cheeks now wet with Jessica’s arousal and the brief’s soaked with pussy juices and saliva, hot and flowing. She could see, whenever she raised her head a little, that Ed was pumping his huge cock while he watched Lauren kiss the pussy, and that made the shameful thing so much more shameful and so much more erotic that she felt desperate to suck her own cunt juice off his cock.

  When he finally said, after Jessica had come, “Lift your head and open your mouth, sweetheart,” Lauren moaned in gratitude that her trainer would finally let her do the thing that had made her shake her head No. Ed held her head as he rode briefly in and out, filling her mouth so full, pushing against her tongue, her palate, and then he had withdrawn, and he was holding his hard penis again as it jerked in his hand and the thick white jets of semen splashed on her nose and her cheeks, and on Jessica’s tummy.

  Lauren came, then, riding her friend’s face as gently as she could but still unable to keep herself from bouncing rather frantically atop Jessica’s wonderful little lapping mouth, her warm, sweetly pointy nose.

  Next to them Mr. Killington and Mr. Graves were fucking Tricia and Yo, alternating between pussies and mouths. Lauren’s face had nearly lost its blush for a moment in the aftermath of her orgasm: somehow to have Ed Stevens’ seed all over her seemed to take the shame away, as if it had all gotten so much that it collapsed in on itself. But to see the experienced, abandoned way Tricia and Yo pleasured each other and pleasured the cocks that fucked them, attending to scrotum and clit so as to make an owner’s ride as enjoyable as possible, their knees bent and spread so far, entwined so sinuously that they looked like an illustration from the Kama Sutra, which of course stood on a bookshelf in this penthouse, and Mr. Killington had shown Lauren a few days before… The blood rushed back into Lauren’s semen-covered face, because she knew she herself must learn to please men and women like that.

  Ed stroked her cheek, and she looked up at him. She and Jessica were still entwined in their less expert but still quite lascivious way. They both panted a little from their exertions, but Lauren’s body felt quiet now, and relaxed, where ever since the elevator door opened it had seemed wound up like a top ready to be spun.

  “Why don’t you and Jessica go wash up for a bit?” he said. “Mr. Killington wants you trained to take three cocks tonight, so you should rest a little and drink some water.”

  The heat in Lauren’s face increased, and she bit her lip. The same old I can’t thought came into her head, but now, after the way Ed had taught her to taste her own pussy by teaching her to taste Jessica’s, she also knew that she could. She glanced again at the fucking to her left, the pounding, the cries of pleasure and manly grunts of mastery. Tricia had two cocks in her, at the moment: Mr. Killington had entered her bottom and seemed to be riding to his orgasm, while Mr. Graves held her by her blond hair and thrust in and out of her mouth, his eyes fixed downward on the dominant act of his shared possession.

  Lauren chewed on her cheek, and looked into her heart. When she realized that the strongest emotion she felt was envy, she knew she could learn the lesson Ed wanted to teach her.

  In the gleaming black-and-white tiled bathroom, to which Jessica led her gently by the hand, they both took off the rest of their schoolgirl underwear. Lauren kept thinking, I’m going to stop blushing soon, right? But it never seemed to happen. She blushed to be naked with her pretty friend in the bathroom.

  Jessica closed the door.

  “Are we allowed?” Lauren asked, her eyes widening.

  “Would you mind getting a spanking, tonight?” Jessica asked with a giggle. “Let’s take a shower.” She pointed to the enormous shower stall with its double heads that looked like they could turn the space into a rainforest. Then she whispered. “It’ll be like a porn movie.”

  Lauren couldn’t help giggling at that herself. “I thought we were supposed to rest. And you watch porn?”

  Jessica’s mouth twitched. “Mr. Graves makes me,” she said, but Lauren caught a hint of defensiveness in her tone.

  “And…?” she said.

  Her friend’s eyes darted away, and her mouth went practically to the other side of her face. “Well,” she said, meeting Lauren’s eyes again, “some of it’s not so bad… especially, you know, when two girls get in the shower together.”

  Lauren giggled again. “Okay,” she whispered.

  They didn’t do anything much more than kiss, in the shower, and play with each other’s breasts, trying to get their nipples to line up, but Lauren found that she got the appeal instantly. She wanted to ask Mrs. Fredericks whether she and Jessica could shower together every day. It almost felt innocent to play that way, after Ed had made them kiss each other between their legs. Lauren’s favorite part was the way they couldn’t seem to stop giggling, as they washed each other. That part got a little naughty, because Jessica insisted on them washing each other’s pussies, but they both seemed to feel sated for the moment, so they turned off the two showerheads and wrapped each other in fluffy towels.

  Jessica opened the door, “So we don’t get in trouble,” although Lauren found that she could definitely see what her friend meant about not minding being punished tonight. In fact, the lingering soreness from Mrs. Fredericks’ hairbrush, strangely enough, seemed to make her bottom ache for a man’s firm hand. There it came: yet another blush as she realized that the firm hand she wanted on her bare backside belonged to Mr. Ed Stevens.

  As they stood drying themselves, she blurted out, “Are you going to live with Mr. Graves?” She knew it wasn’t the right question, but she didn’t really know what the right question might be, to answer her burning curiosity. The girls of New Career Partners talked about the kinds of jobs they wanted, on their social network, and how their internships were going, but they didn’t talk directly about their living arrangements. It seemed like most of the girls didn’t live with the matrons anymore, but rather with their owners, or maybe with other men, but Lauren had been much too shy to ask about that.

  Jessica met her gaze in the mirror, smiling. “I think so?” she said, raising her eyebrows a little, as if to indicate that she didn’t know much more than Lauren did about the next phase of their lives as purchased schoolgirls. Then her lips became a tight line, and her brow furrowed i
n apparent thought. “Are you wondering about whether we get to choose? About Mr. Stevens?”

  Lauren nodded, chewing her cheek and suddenly unable to speak, though her heart filled with affection for Jessica, for guessing what she was thinking.

  “Well…” Jessica said slowly. “I know that Trina—the girl who lived with Mrs. Fredericks before I came? Rachel told me about her—she went to live with Dr. Shu.”

  Lauren’s eyes widened. “Dr. Shu who gives us our birth-control shots?”

  Jessica nodded. “He does monthly exams on everyone, including the owners, too. But he’s not an owner—Trina’s owner was Mr. Yevko.”

  “So we might go live with… with another man?”

  Jessica seemed to remember something, then. “Or woman, even. Yo says that a girl who lived with Mrs. Wentworth before she went to go live with her female boss.”

  That made Lauren’s face hot, and she looked down at the sink. The sounds of at least two orgasms, male and female, floated in, and both girls giggled.

  “But you think you want to live with Mr. Stevens?” Jessica said after a moment.

  More gratitude welled up in Lauren at Jessica’s sympathy.

  “Maybe?” she said. “I mean… I feel like he knew me before all this sex stuff, and that… I don’t know…” Her voice trailed off.

  But Jessica nodded, and finished the thought. “I get that. And… he wants to take care of you. I can tell.” Then she giggled again. “I mean, kind of a funny way to show it, I guess… but I liked it a lot.”

  Lauren’s cheeks blazed like the sun, but she giggled, too. Then, as if the universe wanted to make her blush even hotter, Ed himself said from the doorway, “Girls, it’s time for Lauren’s lesson.”