He was secured, spread-eagled against a wall with thick steel bands at wrists, ankles and waist. The wall was rough against his back. His cock stood straight out from his naked body and felt like it was two feet long. He was surrounded by a bevy of excruciatingly beautiful young women with large firm breasts and cherry nipples, like Playboy centrefolds. They were kissing and caressing each other's breasts, poking fingers into each other's cunts, squeezing each other's bottoms and moaning in the throes of passion and ecstasy. He desperately needed to fuck one of them, his cock ached with lust but they stayed just out of his reach and he couldn't move. Every so often one of then would torment him by touching his cock with a soft hand or dropping to their knees and giving it a fleeting kiss. Their moans mysteriously became more discordant and bell-like and he awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.
Groggily, and sporting fierce erection, he answered it.
"It's time you were awake, it's past ten," came Anne's voice. "Listen, I'm coming over. Gail wants to see you."
"Why…?"
"Never mind for now. Get yourself decent."
Adam groaned. "Okay, give me ten minutes."
He had barely finished dressing when the doorbell rang. Anne ushered in Gail and turned to go.
"Aren't you staying?" he asked.
"No. Gail wants to talk to you and I have a school to run."
Gail stood uncertainly in the hall. He gestured to the sitting room.
"Let's go in here. I'm sorry it's a bit of a mess."
"That's okay," she said and perched herself nervously on the edge of an armchair.
Despite yesterday's ordeal, she looked refreshed and rested and Adam again thought she was an extraordinarily attractive woman. She fidgeted with her buttons on the jacket she had borrowed from Anne. He, too, was feeling uncertain but smiled confidently at her.
"Anne said you wanted to talk," he prompted, gently.
"Well, yes. I did… I mean, I do," she began. "It's about yesterday…"
"Yes?"
She looked up at him beseechingly and burst into tears. He sat on the arm of the chair and put his arm around her shoulder. She leant her weight on him and sobbed, her shoulders shaking. He stroked her shoulders and made comforting murmurs. After a while her sobbing subsided. She rooted in her handbag for a handkerchief and wiped her eyes.
"You must think I'm an awful fool," she said, at last, sniffing.
"Not at all. I think you're a very attractive lady who has been through an ordeal."
He took her hand and led her across to the settee.
"I suppose, in a way, that I should apologise for playing such a despicable trick on you and putting you through that," he said. "But you really gave us no option, you know."
She managed a wan smile. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, I've never been subjected to anything like that in my life. I should hate you for it - but I don't. You kidnapped me, tortured me, humiliated me - and my daughter. But, somehow…"
"It was a life-changing experience. It took you places you didn't know existed. Gave you new experiences. Opened new doors, even."
"Yes," she cried. "I should feel hurt and disgusted and… and cheapened by what you did. But now… Now I'm so confused. Do you know what your headmistress did? She got into bed with me last night and… and made love to me."
"Did you enjoy it?"
She flushed deep red. "Yes," she whispered. "It was disgusting, degrading, humiliating… but I loved every dirty minute of it. Isn't that terrible? I'm a complete slut."
He lifted her chin gently and looked into her eyes. "No. You are not. All that's happened is that you've found something out about yourself that you didn't know before. There's nothing terrible or disgusting about it. And you are definitely not a slut. You are a very fine, very attractive, very sexy lady."
He kissed her lips lightly. She didn't draw away so he ran his tongue over her lips and kissed her more insistently. Her lips parted and she started to kiss him back. He shuffled along the seat closer to her and put his arms around her. Her kisses became more demanding. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, suddenly, she was kissing him fiercely, hungrily, mashing her mouth against his, her tongue thrusting against his.
"Oh, Adam," she whispered when at last they parted. "Take me to bed and fuck me."
He pulled her to her feet and they stumbled into the bedroom.
Suddenly Adam stopped. "No," he said. "I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to make love to you. Like you deserve."
She stood as he slowly unfastened her jacket, his eyes fixed on hers, and pushed it from her shoulders. She was naked beneath. Her breasts, with their huge, dark areolae and outsized nipples demanded his attention.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," he murmured. "You have the most magnificent breasts."
He lowered his head and sucked one large nipple deep into his mouth. It hardened beneath his tongue. She threw her head back and gasped. With a hand on the back of his head, she pressed his face to the soft flesh of her breast and urged him on. He took the oversize nipple between his teeth and nibbled at it gently.
"Oh, yes," she gasped. "Harder."
He bit more firmly on her teat. She pushed her breast into his mouth.
"Harder. Now the other one," she panted.
He circled the other nipple with his tongue then sucked it into his mouth and bit down enthusiastically. She pulled his head tightly to her breast and pushed her breast at him, as if trying to stuff it all into his mouth. She was gasping and moaning as waves of hot pain lanced through her, raising her to fever pitch.
When he judged she was almost there, Adam pulled back.
"Oh, no," she moaned in desperation, trying to pull his head back down. "Don't stop now. I was nearly there."
"Oh, but there's so much else to do," he said, dropping to his knees and unfastening her skirt.
It slipped to her feet, revealing her broad hips and dark brown hairy bush and parted vaginal lips, wet with her juices. Her clitoris, as outsized as her nipples, protruded visibly and the aroma of her arousal was overwhelming.
"Are you as sensitive, here, as you are up there?" he asked, flicking her exposed clitoris with his tongue.
She jumped then parted her thighs and tried to push his head between her legs. He resisted and stood to remove his clothes. He struggled to push his jeans down over his erection and she put a hand down to assist him. Her palm was hot and her touch seemed to make his cock even stiffer.
"Mmmm," she murmured when it, at last, came into view, "I need this inside me."
He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, revelling in the sensation of his cock trapped against her rounded belly and feeling her hard nipples burn holes in his chest. She rubbed herself against him like a cat. She was hot and she was ready. He urged her in the direction of the bed. She climbed on eagerly and lay, legs and arms spread wide to welcome him.
He climbed on and crawled up between her spread legs. She reached down, took his manhood in both hands and pulled it towards her open cunt, raising her hips up off the bed to meet him.
"I believe you were right after all," he murmured as he sank his length into her. "You need to be fucked."
"Then stop talking and do it," she replied, rotating her hips beneath him.
With his weight supported on his hands, he began to drive in and out of her with long, deep strokes. He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he moved, delighting at the little surprised look and small gasp that overcame her each time hit the bottom. As eager as he, she moved with his strokes, lifting and lowering her hips in time with him. They slipped into a rhythm immediately, as if they had been lovers for years. She was certainly very experienced and knew just how to move to give him maximum pleasure.
She ran her hands up and down his arms, then pulled him down so he was lying directly on top of her. Her large breasts squashed between them and he could feel her huge nipples against his chest. Her head was buried in his shoulder, muffling the little animal cries and moans that came from deep in her throat. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tightly to her. With her feet planted flat on the bed and knees spread as wide as they could, she bounced up and down forcing him ever more deeply inside her. Their pubes ground together, hairs entangling as he jabbed into her with short, fierce strokes.
From deep in her throat, an animal wail emerged. Her back arched and she writhed wildly beneath him as she was caught up in the throes of orgasm. He kept on moving, jabbing his cock at the neck of her womb as she came and came, slowing only when the possessed body beneath him stopped thrashing around.
She pushed him up away from her and, taking his face in both hands, kissed him deeply.
"Oh my God," she sighed. "That was something. You haven't cum yet."
He smiled a 'no'. Keeping his face between her hands, she began to move subtly beneath him. Her cunt seemed to squeeze and massage his cock with a thousand hot fingers. Moments later he managed to gasp, "Oh, yes," before his body went rigid, his stomach muscles spasmed and he pumped his cum into her in thick, liquid spurts. As she felt his cum spurt into her she let out a deep sigh and also came - a smaller, gentler one this time.
He rolled off her and she snuggled into the crook of his arm.
"I needed that," she said in small voice.
He hugged her and grinned. "It was my pleasure. You are a very special and sexy lady. Are you feeling better, now?
"Yes. I think I'll be able to cope now."
"I know you will. I went through something similar not too long ago so I know what you're going through."
"You did? Tell me about it."
He told her about his initiation, his horror at discovering he not only enjoyed it but positively relished it and his lust for his pupils.
"Like you, I didn't know what was happenning. I was kidnapped and beaten and fucked."
Gail gasped. "You were fucked? How?"
"With a dildo in the rear."
"Oh, my God. Was it very painful?"
"At first. But I actually started to enjoy it in a perverse kind of a way. I've since half wondered what it would be like to be fucked by another man."
"How gross."
"Why? Did you enjoy being licked by Felicia - and Anne? I bet you weren't a passive player with her, were you?"
She flushed bright red. "No. I have to confess I was quite active. She's very sexy and her breasts are something else." She shivered.
"Aren't they just. But the point is - you enjoyed it. Would you do it again?"
"Oh, yes," she said eagerly.
"Just with Anne or with any other woman."
"Not with any other woman but, if it was the right person…"
"So you enjoyed having sex with Anne and would consider having a lesbian relationship with other women. Have you stopped liking men, then?"
She giggled and punched him lightly on the chest. "What a silly question."
"It's not. I know you still like men - unless the last hour has just been a charade." She punched him harder. "Oof. As I was saying, you still like men although you've discovered you also like women. So why shouldn't I, who adores women, not also like men? I don't, as it happens. But I've been forced to think about what I'd do if a man did make sexual advances."
She was silent for a long while. "I see what you mean," she said slowly. "You know I've learned more about myself and had to think harder about things in the last 24 hours than I have for 20 years."
He laughed. "That's what a good school is for - to teach you things and make you think."
She leant up and started beating him with her fists. "You insufferable pig."
Still laughing, he caught her wrists and pulled her down on top of him.
Faces almost touching he gazed deeply into her eyes. "I think I am a bit in love with you, Gail Ashby."
"Oh, Adam," she murmured. They kissed, long and deeply and tenderly.
"In fairness," he said when they, at last, broke for air, "I think I should add that I'm also in love with fifteen other women just now. I just can't seem to help it."
She smiled at him wistfully. "I understand. I think you have a lot of love to give. And number one in the list of fifteen, or is it sixteen now, is your enthralling Head, Ms Anne Henderson."
He was startled. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to one made recently aware. If it was anyone else, I'd be madly jealous. But, if I'm completely honest, I think I'm in love with her too."
A noise from the doorway made them look up. Coral stood there, looking hesitant and worried.
"Coral," cried Gail. She made to leap out of bed and rush to Coral but Adam restrained her.
"Coral," he said, "How did you get in?"
"Ms Henderson gave me a key. She said I should come here."
"Come over here."
She stood shyly by the bed.
"Look at me, Coral. You were very silly, weren't you?"
"Yes, sir. Oh, sir," she wailed. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
He tipped her chin up and smiled. "You're forgiven. Now give me a kiss."
The girl dipped her head and kissed him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth making it clear what sort of kiss he meant. She kissed him back and moaned softly.
"I think you should see if your mother has forgiven you, too. You caused her a great deal of suffering and humiliation, you know."
"Yes, I know." She rushed round to the other side of the bed. "Oh, Mummy, I'm ever so sorry. I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble."
Gail opened her arms and Coral fell into them. "Of course I forgive you, my darling," she murmured. Coral started sobbing and Gail stroked her hair and soothed her. "There, there, everything's all right."
Eventually Coral ran out of tears and raised her head.
"Are you sure everything is fine?" Coral asked between sniffs.
Gail beamed at her. "Everything is really fine. In fact I think I should be thanking you."
A tentative smile appeared on Coral's face. "Then… You're not going to get the school closed down?"
"Far from it. From now on I'm one of its most ardent supporters."
"Oh Mummy," Coral squealed and kissed her mother full on the lips.
Gail stiffened and her hands went to her daughter's shoulders as if to push her away but Coral's pink tongue was busy thrusting into her mouth. She began to relax and then her hands on Coral's shoulders gripped rather than pushed, pulling her daughter into a closer embrace. Adam smiled to himself. He knew just how ardently Coral could kiss.
Eventually mother and daughter parted.
"Oh, my God, Coral. What was that?" Gail gasped.
"I love you, Mummy. Will you love me?"
"Yes, of course, dear. But… What…"
"Why don't you take off your clothes, Coral, and get into bed?" Adam suggested.
Eagerly, the young girl scrambled to her feet and pulled off her clothes. She pulled back the covers despite Gail's somewhat feeble attempts to cling onto them.
"You've got beautiful breasts, Mummy. I wish mine were like yours."
She slipped under the covers and cupped her mother's breasts.
"Coral. What are you doing?" her mother cried. Her hands came up to push Coral's away but instead cupped them.
"Can I kiss them, Mummy, your beautiful breasts?"
Without waiting for a response she dipped her head and began to lick and nuzzle her mother's breasts. She pulled her hands free and sucked one of the upstanding nipples into her mouth. Gail simply groaned. Her hands went to her daughter's head and held her tightly.
Adam slowly eased down the covers, exposing the bodies of the two beautiful women. His hands gently caressed Coral's back, working his way down. She twitched as he caressed her bottom, which was still pink and burning from the beating it had received the previous evening, but otherwise did not reject him.
He shifted so he could probe between her legs. She parted them to give him easier access. Her cunt was wet. He slipped a finger between the puffy lips and frigged her gently. He explored Gail's thighs with his other hand, slipping it softly up towards her cunt which he also began to probe gently.
"I think I'd like to fuck you, Coral."
"Oh, yes, please," said Coral eagerly.
Gail did not look happy at the prospect. "But… she's so young."
"She's fifteen."
"But… but that's…"
"Don't be silly, Mummy. I've been fucked lots of times and Mr Hazel has a dreamy cock."
Gail's expression was priceless.
"I think, Coral, you should show your mother what you've been learning in school," said Adam with a grin, indicating his limp prick.
The young girl twisted round and took hold of his cock. She wrapped her lips around the end and swirled her tongue around it, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it was still coated with his and Gail's juices.
"Mmm, Coral, that's good," he murmured. "I told you, Gail, that your daughter was a talented and enthusiastic pupil."
Gail watched in astonishment as her daughter held his cock between two fingers and began to draw her tongue up and down its length, kissing and nibbling intermittently. He began to stiffen. Coral returned her attention to the tip, flicking her tongue over the pee-hole and sucking deeply, her cheeks hollow. Her head bobbed up and down ad she sucked and teased him to a full erection. He was aware of Gail watching intently and aware, too, of a subtle change in her breathing.
"I should be disgusted by this," she murmured. "Watching my daughter sucking the cock of a man nearly twice her age. But, somehow, I'm finding it strangely exciting."
Adam hugged her tighter, also excited by the situation of having a mother watch him fuck her daughter. He reached down and touched Coral's head.
"Okay, Coral. On your hands and knees."
With an enthusiastic smile, the teenager ceased her sucking and positioned herself ready for fucking. He climbed to his knees and positioned her so her mother could see.
"Are you watching, Gail. I'm about to enter your daughter."
Adam loved the look of surprise and delight that came over the girl's face when she felt his cock slide into her cunt. He took his time, half his attention on Gail's face. He pushed slowly and smoothly forward until he was buried to the hilt, accompanied by a long, exhaled breath from Coral, almost as if his entrance was forcing the breath out of her. Then her drew half way back, placed his hands squarely on her buttocks and began to manipulate and knead them, as he drove his cock in and out of her tight cunt.
Her mother watched as if mesmerised. Logic and years of training told her that what she was witnessing was sick and disgusting - an adult man vigorously fucking her 15-year-old daughter. That the man was her daughter's teacher and that Coral was obviously enjoying it only made it worse. But so much had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours; so many of her previous convictions had been overturned that she didn't know what to think any more. She was adrift on a sea of uncertainty and the only thing she was sure of was what her senses were telling her. And they were saying that she was watching was very stimulating indeed - a handsome, virile man pleasuring a beautiful young girl.
Without being fully aware of it, her hands crept to her breasts and began to toy with their outstanding nipples. Little tendrils of pleasure slid through her body. Her eyes half closed and her gaze turned inwards as she focussed on the sensations she was causing in her own body. This, too, was unusual for she had always believed that pleasuring oneself was wrong.
None of this had gone unnoticed by Adam. The dreamy expression on Gail's face told its own story. He stopped moving and leant over Coral's back to murmur in her ear, "Coral, I think you're mother needs some attention."
Coral, returning from her own internal journey, looked up and giggled. "You think so? What…?"
"You should show her how talented you are with your mouth."
Coral gasped as she realised what he meant and shivered. "You mean…? With Mummy? Oh, that's so… Ohhh." She shivered again making her vagina squeeze his cock. She turned her head to grin at him, her eyes hot. "But, yes. Let's do it."
He pulled out of her to let her shuffle round and pull the sheet away from Gail. Gail's eyes came into focus.
"Coral? What…?" she began.
Before her mother could fully register what was happening, Coral had pushed her knees apart and fastened her mouth on her mother's cunt.
"Coral! No!" cried Gail, now fully awake. But her daughter's tongue was already busy, worming its way into her cunt. "Omigod. No. Ohhhh."
She slumped back on the bed and surrendered to Coral's eager mouth which had clamped itself upon her clitoris and was worrying and harassing it as a cat with a mouse. With a satisfied smile, Adam slid back into Coral's sweet cunt and started to fuck her again. As he drove in and out of Coral he watched her mother. She writhed on the bed, alternately clutching at her breasts and her daughter's head, caught in the throes of ecstasy. He was close to cumming but he wanted to time it so he came at the same instant as she did. He did, perfectly. His balls tightened and as the cum bubbled up to shoot into the young girl, her mother cried, "Oh, yes," flung her thighs wide apart and wound her fingers into Coral's hair keeping her pinned against her cunt as she came. Coral's muffled scream of pleasure as she felt his cum spurt into her only intensified Gail's experience.
This was the final surrender. After this Gail could not turn her back on her true nature. It might take some time and no little anguish for her to come to terms with it but, in the end, she would come to relish her innate sexuality and the sense of freedom it brought. For the moment, though, she was content to bask in the afterglow of this glorious culmination to a night of mind-blowing experiences.
It was Coral who moved first, raising her head from her mother's sopping cunt with a groan. Gail smiled down at her daughter's cum-smeared face and opened her arms in invitation. Coral wriggled up and her mother, oblivious of or, perhaps relishing, the taste of her own juices, kissed her long and soundly. Adam, suddenly, evicted from Coral's cunt, collapsed on the bed beside them. They opened their arms to him and they cuddled together, three sated bodies with one mind, and slept until the phone rang and Anne asked them, with laughter in her voice, whether they were going to sleep all day or did they want lunch.
The success of Adam's plan raised his stock even higher. Barbara, in particular, was full of praise and even Helen had the grace to admit she was wrong and he right. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from everybody's shoulders. The whole school felt as if they had emerged from a violent storm into the calm of a summer's evening. Spirits were raised so high that a sort of silly season descended on everyone. High jinks abounded, minor infractions received an indulgent smile, school rules were bent to the point of breaking and Anne even forgot to punish Miranda and Zoë for their catfight. It was over a week before some sort of normality returned.
There were two follow-up incidents to the episode.
The first was a phone call from Roger Ashby. He seemed very ill-at-ease and hummed and hawed for a long time before he got to the point.
"I believe my wife paid you a visit," he said.
"Yes, indeed," replied Anne.
"She came to see about Coral's progress."
"Yes."
"And she raised, er, some matters of concern."
"She did. But we were, I'm glad to say, able to lay them to rest."
"So I understand. And, er, one of these was, er, the non-academic activities."
Anne was amused to hear Roger Ashby, normally so confident and decisive, reduced to incoherence. She decided to put him out of his misery.
"Yes. Mrs Ashby was concerned about our non-academic activities but we explained exactly what was involved and introduced her to some of our techniques. I believe she went away fully satisfied."
"By Jove, yes," he exploded. "I don't know how you achieved it but you've worked miracles. She's come back a changed woman."
"So everything is quite satisfactory, then?"
"Satisfactory and more than satisfactory. Thank you. Er, you explained everything about your operation?"
"Everything," said Anne, firmly. "We kept nothing back."
"Good. Well, excellent. Thank you very much."
"It was a pleasure."
She hung up, laughing, and wished she was a fly on the wall of the Ashby residence.
A few days after the phone call, Anne summoned Adam to her office. She was smiling broadly as she handed him a letter. It was written in a bold hand on expensive, perfumed paper. Adam read:
Dear Ms Henderson,
I want to thank you for the patience and tolerance you showed during my recent visit to Greenwood Academy. I would also like to thank you for the efforts you put into demonstrating the methods you employ. They came as a complete revelation to me. Any reservations I had have been entirely removed and I will give my wholehearted support in future to you and your staff. I would also welcome further opportunities to visit the school and learn more of your training methods, should you find it convenient.
Yours, very sincerely,
Gail Ashby
Ps. If you and Mr Hazel should ever care to visit here, you would be most welcome.
Adam's smile was as broad as Anne's as he handed the letter back.
"I think both might be arranged, don't you?" he suggested.
Anne laughed. "You're incorrigible. But, yes, I agree. However," she went on more soberly, "we've had a narrow escape and we'll have to be vigilant. Next time we might not be so lucky."
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