Ultimate Sins

by Jean Roberta

  “Men often find the small buttons of a gown difficult to undo, so you must learn to assist discreetly,” Madam continued. Indeed Beatrice had assisted so quickly that the gown had slipped to the floor and she revealed not the white corset that I and the other girls wore, but a blood red garment with black lacing. Beatrice now turned her attention to Eric.

  “You will also have to acquire the skill of undoing the fastenings of the male vestments.”

  Beatrice certainly had the skill because Eric was swiftly divested of his jacket, stiff collar, shirt and trousers. In the same time he had kicked off his shoes and stockings. He wore no underclothes.

  For the first time in my life a man stood naked in front of me, but his attention was on Beatrice. His buttocks were white, firm globes and he stood with his feet a little apart. He gave Beatrice a gentle push and she fell back on to the couch. Now I could see in the mirror beyond them, the front of Eric’s body. He had a strong muscular chest but my eyes were drawn to his member which was as firm as a broom pole and stood out at right angles from his body. I never knew that it could become so large. The tip was a shiny purple and shaped like a massive toadstool.

  “As you can see, it takes little to arouse a man. The skill comes in prolonging the arousal and giving satisfaction.”

  Beatrice had by sleight of hand unfastened her stockings, so now when Eric took hold of the vivid red knickers, he was able to pull them off in one swift, fluid movement. Beatrice spread her legs wide and bent her knees, pulling her feet up onto the couch.

  From my position at the end of the row I had a full few of her sex, despite Eric standing just a pace from her. I saw that she indeed had far less pubic hair than myself and that it was trimmed into a neat arrowhead pointing at the cleft between her legs. Without thinking, my hand moved between my legs and like Beatrice’s I could feel my outer lips swelling and a dampness penetrating my knickers. Her swollen crack glistened with her excitement. Eric knelt between her legs and lowered his head towards her sex. I saw his tongue stick out and lap at the juices oozing from her fanny.

  “Not all men have a liking for cunnilingus, but many do. By offering herself, Beatrice has given Eric the encouragement he needs and for as long as he remains drinking at the trough so to speak, he will retain his erection and derive great pleasure. It is important that the lady also derives satisfaction from the process as she must retain her own level of arousal and lubrication.”

  Beatrice evidently was enjoying the experience because she moaned at each flick of Eric’s tongue and thrust herself at his mouth. He gripped her buttocks, held her firmly and pushed his face hard into her groin. I almost felt as if I was Beatrice and his tongue was exploring deeper and deeper up my love canal.

  Eric withdrew, drawing breath, and stood to stretch his back. Beatrice immediately slid from the couch to kneel in front of him. They slickly turned side on to their audience. Now I and my fellows could see Eric’s long, stiff cock (the word I recalled Bill had used for his sex). It stretched to within an inch of Beatrice’s face. She poked out her tongue and gently touched the tip. It trembled and Eric mumbled something, a ‘Ja’, I think. Beatrice leaned forward, carefully opening her mouth to surround the red onion at the end of the penis. I gasped as I saw it slowly disappearing into Beatrice’s mouth. She kept her jaws wide apart as she took more and more of it into her mouth. She stopped with her small pert nose almost buried in his pubic hair.

  “Beatrice is one my most skilled pupils in fellatio. Very few ladies can take the full length of a man’s erect penis but some like Beatrice are able to open their throat and avoid gagging. The heat and the softness of the woman’s mouth bring intense pleasure to the man.”

  Eric was indeed moaning and there was a tremor in his knees. Beatrice rocked back slowly and the shining wet penis re-emerged, but that was not the end. Now she started moving her head to and fro, in turn enveloping and revealing the member. As the glowing tip emerged from her lips her tongue played around it before it disappeared again into the depths of her gullet. Steadily, she increased the frequency of her movements. Eric sighed and groaned and began to shake. His testes in their sac wobbled and swung from side to side. Beatrice reached up and grasped them in her hand holding them firmly as her head now oscillated up and down the shaft. My hand was now pressed hard against my sex, rubbing in time with Beatrice’s movement. I was hot and perspiring so much that I felt rivulets of water running down the cleft between both my breasts and my buttocks.

  “Stamina is needed for this stage in the act. Some men reach satisfaction very quickly but many are lucky enough to be able to withstand the agony of pleasure for some time.” Beatrice showed no sign of tiring. Her lips were now locked firmly round Eric’s cock as it slid in and out. At last, when even I was beginning to feel exhausted, Eric let out a cry. I saw Beatrice gulp and swallow and immediately stop her movements. She remained kneeling holding the penis in her mouth, sucking gently.

  “Some men like to withdraw at the point of orgasm and expend their semen in the woman’s face. A number of women prefer that to swallowing the fluid, but in the spur of the moment you rarely have much choice in the matter. A warning though. After orgasm, the male often finds their penis rather tender. Be careful not to let your teeth cause pain.” Beatrice reluctantly let Eric pull his penis from her mouth. It flopped, shrunken and wet between his legs.

  “Young men take a few minutes to recover before they can embark on further lovemaking so this provides us with a break in the proceedings. I was pleased, girls, to see that you were watching intently. I noticed also that one or two of you were driven to pleasure yourselves by the excitement of what you saw. I hope you are able to remain dispassionate and observe the skills that Beatrice displayed. Over the next two years you too will learn these techniques. That is our objective here at the Venus School for Young Ladies.”

  Now that I realised that my new school was named after the goddess of love and not a watery city I wondered how my darling father could have got so confused. Did he have any idea of the curriculum I was to study? Reflecting on the emotions I felt as I had watched Beatrice give and receive pleasure, I was excited by the prospects that lay ahead. I thought of what I could offer Bill or any other eligible young man once I had completed my education.

  “Now as Beatrice has had a chance to draw breath we will continue with proceedings. As Eric had been temporarily incapacitated we will have a substitute.”

  Beatrice had relaxed onto the couch and Eric gathered up his clothes and left. As he departed the other young man that I had met entered. He made his entry naked with his cock already pointing the way forward. He moved towards the couch. I sat up straighter and peered avidly at the pair. My fingers slipped inside my knickers and felt the slick wetness between my pussy lips. I looked forward with gleeful anticipation to what scenes of lovemaking would unfold before my eyes.

  Story Telling

  by Jim Baker

  Part One

  The Lecturer.

  Cheryl walked along the corridor, her flat shoes making a gentle slapping sound on the tiled floor. She had gone all the way out to her car before she realised the keys were still in the laboratory, and she’d trudged back to fetch them.

  The university labs were empty. The only person she’d seen was old Judd, the crotchety caretaker, on the stairs. As usual he had responded to her “Goodnight, Mr Judd” with a monosyllabic grunt.

  Although Cheryl had worked in the department for two years it was clear old Judd thought she was too young to be a lecturer, and her being the only American teaching in an English university science department obviously made it worse.

  ‘Bet the old bastard turned round and watched my butt going downstairs, though,’ she thought to herself, grinning. She was several years younger than any of the other female lecturers and she had caught Judd eying her legs more than once.

  Not that she needed old Judd’s attention. Her blonde hair, slim figure and easy-going ways made her very popular and as an
American, she was an exotic conquest for the locals. Her love life had been more than full during her time in England.

  She sighed and walked on, thinking about Tony, the post-doc with whom she’d recently finished a three-month affair. He’d been offered a position in London, far too good to turn down. She missed him badly.

  “Or, if I’m honest, I’m missing the feel of his cock in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth,” she muttered, and then laughed out loud. “Or the other way around.”

  She carried on walking and grinned as she recalled her first time with Tony. It was mid-afternoon and they’d just had a coffee together. Cheryl had fancied him for a while and had been deliberately provocative with both her conversation and body language in the coffee shop. They were walking through the old tower of the university amid streams of students hurrying to lectures, when Tony grabbed her hand and pulled her into a corridor leading off the main building.

  He led her about twenty yards along the curving passage then stopped as they reached a shallow alcove in the wall. They were invisible from the main area, but the chatter of the students still reached them clearly. Tony pushed her into the opening with her back up against the stone wall and neither of them spoke as they fell into an embrace, their lips locked together. Cheryl ground her lower body against his and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

  They stayed, pressed hard together, and then Cheryl felt him move back. His hand slid under her short skirt and she moaned deep in her throat as he rubbed the front of her panties. She was already soaking wet and she moved her legs apart as his fingers worked the silk aside. Frantically she groped at the front of his trousers and tore the zip down. She found his cock and tugged it free, pulled it towards her, and lifted herself on tip-toe as she guided it past the silk and up inside her.

  They broke the kiss and their eyes locked together as he thrust furiously, ramming her back against the hard, stone wall. It was over very quickly. Cheryl felt waves of pleasure rippling through her at the same moment Tony gasped as he came. They were both panting as if they’d sprinted a hundred meters. Cheryl recovered first and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

  “We’d better put that away,” she murmured, tucking his cock back in his trousers and zipping them up.

  They walked hand in hand back to the main building without speaking. Just before they separated to go to their separate lecture theatres, they kissed again.

  “Five o’clock in the car park,” Tony whispered in her ear.

  Cheryl found it difficult to keep her mind on her work as she lectured to her class of undergraduates, wondering what they would think if they knew their teacher was still sopping wet from a quickie in the corridor.

  Her reverie was broken by the sound of voices and suppressed giggling from a corridor on her right. Cheryl stopped and took a couple of paces back, just in time to see the door of a lecture hall closing at the far end.

  She slipped her shoes off and, carrying them in her hand, walked down the corridor to where she could see into the room through a window.

  Inside were Steve Rogers, one of her third-year students, and two girls she didn’t know, a blonde and a red-head.

  Cheryl’s first instinct was to march in and demand to know what they were up to but as she hesitated it quickly became very obvious.

  Steve put an arm around each girl’s waist, pulling them tightly up against him. Cheryl watched as he began kissing the blonde, while the red-head massaged the front of his jeans. The kiss lasted a long time and then without releasing his grip on either girl he turned his attention to the red-head and locked his lips on hers. As they kissed he moved back very slowly, the girls moving with him, until his buttocks were pressed hard against the back row of wooden seats and his legs were splayed apart.

  The blonde undid the buttons of his shirt, slipped her hand inside and stroked his chest. Cheryl stood entranced, hardly daring to breath, although she was pretty sure they wouldn’t have noticed had she burst into song.

  The kiss finally ended. The boy let go of the red-head’s waist and whispered in her ear. Cheryl heard her giggle as she slid down on her knees between his legs, her fingers already busy on his belt.

  He began kissing the blonde again while the fingers of his free hand undid the buttons of her blouse and pulled it from the waist-band of her skirt. He eased his hand behind her to unhook her bra and fondled a breast as it dropped into his hand. By now his belt was hanging loose and the top of his jeans was open. The kneeling girl pulled the zip down, wriggled her fingers inside and a long, stiff cock sprang into view.

  Cheryl licked her dry lips. The sight of the hard rod of flesh reminded her again of that first day with Tony. They had driven out of the car park with her fingers already working on his zip, and his cock had leapt into her hand before they had travelled a hundred yards.

  Tony turned off the road into the local park and they ran, hand in hand like two kids, to the closest clump of bushes. He pulled her down on to the grass, his cock still sticking out of his trousers. She grabbed it as he tugged her panties down and tossed them aside. Her legs opened wide as he moved on top of her and slid inside with one long, hard thrust.

  Cheryl reached her hand down under her skirt as the red-head pulled the jeans and underwear down to the boy’s knees, took his cock between her fingers and kissed the tip. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, then cupped it around the balls that hung below and lowered her head.

  She ran her tongue around the bulbous head, took it in her mouth and her head began bobbing rhythmically up and down.

  Cheryl worked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and down through her damp pubic hair. She looked back at Steve. His lips had replaced his fingers on the blonde’s breast and his hand was under her mini-skirt, stroking the front of a pair of white panties. She watched him fondling the tightly stretched silk between the girl’s thighs, gently at first then more firmly until her legs parted. He pushed the panties aside and thrust first one, then two fingers inside her. His other hand was on the back of the other girl’s head, stroking her red hair.

  Cheryl fingertips found her clitoris and she stroked herself feverishly as she watched his fingers moving in and out, slowly at first and then faster until suddenly there was a muffled scream and the blonde’s body arched violently backward. Seconds later there was a yelp from the boy and his knees sagged as he came in the redhead’s mouth.

  It was enough to send Cheryl over the top and she groaned and doubled up as the orgasm hit her. She stood gasping for breath for a moment then, gathering her wits, ducked into the room opposite and stood out of sight, holding the door just ajar.

  After a few minutes the two girls came out together, looked up and down the corridor and hurried away, whispering.

  It was a few minutes more before the boy emerged.

  She let him get a few yards away before she stepped into the corridor behind him and mustered the sternest voice she could.

  “Steven!”

  He stopped dead and spun around, white-faced.

  “Doctor Bridges!”

  “What are you doing here at this time, Steve?”

  He stuttered something about leaving his notes in the lecture hall.

  Cheryl raised her eyebrows.

  “And the girls were helping you search, were they?”

  He looked devastated.

  “You were watching?”

  “Yes, Steve. I’ve been here all the time. Lecture halls aren’t designed for orgies, you know.”

  He looked down at the floor, face scarlet with embarrassment.

  “So what do you think I should do, Steve?”

  He shuffled his feet.

  “I don’t know. I don’t want the girls to get into any trouble.”

  Cheryl laughed out loud.

  “I don’t think what you did in there will get them into trouble. Not in the old fashioned sense, anyway.”

  There was silence for a moment then he looked up at her again, concerned.

  “Wh
at are you going to do?”

  She picked up her shoes and gestured at the open door.

  “Go back in there.”

  Cheryl closed the door and bolted it. Steve stood, looking warily at her like a wild animal ready to run.

  “You won’t tell anyone, Dr. Bridges?” he said hopefully.

  “That depends on how good you are, Steve.”

  “How good I am?”

  “Yes, Steven,” Cheryl said softly.

  She unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the floor and walked towards him.

  “I’m sure you can be very good indeed if you try…”

  Part 2

  The Librarian.

  … “very good indeed if you try…”

  As he finished the last sentence Alan dropped his pen on the table and leaned back in the hard wooden chair. He locked his hands behind his head, stretched hard and heard his joints crack. As he closed his eyes he felt hands massaging his shoulders and he sighed with pleasure.

  “We’re closing, mister author. I gotta throw you out.”

  Alan opened his eyes and focussed on the clock as the fingers continued to knead his muscles. The massage stopped and the girl sat down in the chair beside him.

  “We’re the only ones left,” she said. “The librarian and the writer. I gotta clear up and lock up.”

  He shuffled the papers into a folder and put his pen in his shirt pocket.

  “Sorry, Susie,” he said. “Time flies when I’m writing.”

  “That’s okay.” She stood up. “What are you writing about?”

  “Oh, just a story about an girl from the States who gets a job as a lecturer in an English university.”

  “May I read it?”

  Alan had been using the library as a place to write his stories since the end of the summer. It was a lot cheaper than heating and lighting his small apartment. Susie was usually on duty in the evenings and they had become friendly, occasionally having a drink together in a bar near the library.

  She was a private sort of person and Alan knew little about her other than she lived alone following a disastrous marriage. She had never seemed interested in his writing before so the request came as a surprise.