Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Pay attention, girls,” Dr. Porter said as he positioned himself behind his wife. “This is how a husband claims his marital rights. I have turned my lovely bride’s governor up to eight, to match our young ladies.”
With a swift motion he entered Mrs. Porter and began to fuck.
“Please, Gamma,” I whimpered as he withdrew from my mouth. “Please let me come. I need it so badly.”
My entire body trembled with desperate need as Gamma guided me to straddle his lap, facing away from him so I could see what was happening in the rest of the music room for myself. I could feel the heat radiating from his enormous blue cock as it pressed against my slick folds.
“Patience, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his hands gripping my hips. “You’ll get what you need soon enough.”
With agonizing slowness, he lowered me onto his shaft. I cried out as he stretched and filled me, the pleasure almost unbearable. Again and again my governor had to curb my arousal, sending constant tingles through the whole region between my waist and my knees.
Across the room, I saw a sight so lewd it made me faint, and I heard Lydia’s and Elara’s muffled whimpers as their guardians guided them to take their cocks into their mouths for the first time.
“That’s it, girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “Use your tongue. Worship your guardian’s cock like a good Prosperian lady.”
Mr. Blackwood’s voice was gentler but no less firm. “Relax your throat, Elara. Take me deeper. You want to please me, don’t you?”
I began to rock my hips, riding Gamma’s massive shaft. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, intensified by the constant buzz of my governor. Gamma’s hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.
“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Gamma, please. I can’t… I can’t bear it. Please let me come.”
His deep chuckle reverberated through me. “Not yet, sweet one. We have more to explore.”
With a swift movement, he lifted me off his lap. He stood, suspending me in air, and then he bent me over the arm of the chair. I felt the cool air on my bare bottom, still blazing from Dr. Porter’s caning. Then I felt something slick pressing against my tightest hole.
“Remember your training, Tessara,” Gamma said as he began to work his finger into my bottom. “Relax and accept me.”
I whimpered as he stretched me, the burn of penetration mingling with the lingering sting of my punishment. Across the room, I heard Dr. Porter’s rhythmic grunts as he continued to fuck his wife.
“Girls,” the headmaster called out, his voice strained with exertion. “Pay attention to how Mrs. Porter takes her pleasure. See how she pushes back against me, eager for more despite her initial resistance?”
I couldn’t see Mrs. Porter’s face, but I could hear her muffled moans of pleasure. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with the whimpers and gasps of Lydia and Elara as they learned to pleasure their guardians with their mouths.
Dr. Porter’s voice rang out, thick with arousal. “Gentlemen, our girls are performing admirably. I believe they’ve earned a reward. Let’s turn their governors up to ten, shall we?”
A chorus of beeps filled the air as the men adjusted our settings. The change was immediate and overwhelming. Where before there had been a constant ebb and flow of pleasure, now there was an unrelenting tide of sensation that threatened to sweep me away.
“Oh!” I cried out, my body shuddering. “Oh, god, Gamma!”
His finger continued to work in and out of my bottom, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, hot and insistent.
“Good girls,” Mrs. Porter called out, her voice breathy and strained. “You may touch yourselves now. Show your guardians how much you appreciate their generosity.”
I heard twin gasps of relief from Lydia and Elara, followed by the wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds. Their muffled moans grew louder, more desperate as they pleasured themselves while continuing to service their guardians with their mouths.
“That’s it,” Mr. Thornton insisted firmly. “Play with that needy little cunny. Show me how much you want it.”
Again, Mr. Blackwood’s voice was softer but no less commanding. “Rub your clit, Elara. I want to see you come while you suck me.”
The room filled with a symphony of lewd noises—the slap of flesh on flesh, wet squelches, muffled moans, and breathy gasps. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, a heady mixture that made my head spin.
Suddenly, I felt the blunt head of Gamma’s massive cock pressing against the tiny bud of my anus. I tensed instinctively, a whimper of fear escaping my lips.
“Relax, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “Remember your training. Breathe and let me in.”