THE ACADEMY
by
MARDEE LOUISE
MARTIL340@AOL.COM
This story involves unusual activities at a very unusual school.
If you are offended by unusual sexual activities and extraordinary
love relationships you should not be here. Leave now if you are
easily offended by erotica. This story is intended for those over
eighteen years old and who are open to the unusual. All standard
disclaimers apply.
CHAPTER ONE
Another bad ending to a bad relationship had me down. The bank
account was in great shape due to some successful work and to some
steady gigs. I wanted out of the city life for a few months; clear
the senses and especially the emotions.
I had followed through on a job opening I had heard of by the
grapevine. The chief lady had come to the city and agreed to meet
with me. If she were half as sensual as phone voice she would be
someone very, very special. She was!
The rain had left me alone in the bar of old Jai Alai
restaurant on Bank Street. A tall woman swathed in a cape type
coat entered. Her wide brimmed hat framed her features which were
handsome rather than pretty. A dark burgundy jersey knit fell
softly over her exquisite curves. I wondered if she wore an all in
one foundation, bra & girdle or what. The curve of her tummy
against her dress was arousing. How could anything so demure be so
incredibly sexy?
My prayers were answered. She entered the bar area, looked
around and walked up to me on well formed muscular legs. "I'm
Miss Carter." She extended a gloved hand which I shook as I rose.
Very firm grip!
We studied the menu over Manhattans. She had a provocative
way of touching the tip of her tongue to her upper lip after each
sip. Miss Carter was all business. My duties, my salary, living
arrangements were spelled out in detail.
"This is a very unusual school. It is similar to a junior
college with military academy type training. The students we get
are bright were never very effective in high school. They were
weak.. both physically and emotionally. None of them have
developed a clear presence or image. We train them to achieve
their full potential as elite girls. Their minds are developed in
every aspect of culture so they go on and do very in colleges and
universities. Physical regimens develop their stamina, their
strength and their speed. They are second to none when they leave.
The girls are most effective in the new roles we create for them."
"And my role will be to develop their musical skills and
backgrounds."
"Quite so. You may also become a mentor to one or more
students but that will be at your discretion."
Miss Carter had edged her chair way from the table. She
crossed her legs to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. Her
skirt rode to mid thigh and was allowed to remain there. As we
sipped Drambuie after dinner she leaned back in the chair, one arm
behind her head. She rested one foot on the edge of the chair
seat; the white of her panties clearly visible in the dim dining
room. She was exulting in enthralling we with her voice, her
beauty, her seductiveness. Yet she exuded power.
"Corey. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Corey Carter is
rather cutesy-pooh for me." She smiled. "We'll be working
closely. I feel you will fit in well."
I felt a stirring in my groin despite my better judgment.
This was going to be a business relationship.
CHAPTER TWO
I terminated my apartment lease, held my breath while the
movers loaded their truck and drove to the Academy. Very nice
venue. A former estate in the hills near where New Jersey, New
wn2nennsylvaverge. York and Pennsylvania converge. Cottages housed the
students' rooms. Some of these had attached classrooms. There
were buildings with special facilities such as gyms and a swimming
pool. I would be living in a small stone cottage a short walk from
the music building. Almost adjacent to my cottage was the
administration building in which Corey Carter held sway of all
phases of the academy. Miss Carter lived in that building as well.
I was testing the piano in my living room when there was a
knock at the front door. A petite blonde obeyed my order to "Come
in." She adorable. Slender, angular she wore her hair in pony
tail. Despite the long hair short sleeved Peter Pan Collar blouse
and short shorts that were clearly not boys', she had an eerie,
androgynous charm. "Miss Carter suggested that you might come to
her study for coffee."
I walked to the door with her. Once through the door, she
bent to tie her sneaker lace. Her blouse had come out of her
shorts revealing the narrow elastic waist band and pink cotton
fabric of her panties. This dispelled any thought that she might
not be a girl.
As I strolled the few yards to Corey Carter's residence I
observed a group of girls jogging on the walk. They moved quickly
and gracefully. The odd thing was that they were in military
style formation; two columns of four keeping their places and
running in cadence!
Further in the distance fifteen girls stood on three ranks of
five. They stood at parade rest, eyes straight ahead as an older
girl admonished them. This group were identically dressed in
uniform but not a schoolgirl uniform. Their dark blue skirts had
a black stripe down the side. A lighter blue tunic gave them a
serious, almost awesome aspect. Black boots, more fashion than
military reached to the top of their calves. Very impressive.
As she stood over me pouring my coffee, Corey explained
without my asking. "They were slobs, odd balls in high school.
Didn't know who they were or even who they should be. They must
first learn to dress with precision imposed from without. Then
they can choose clothing that is ready to convey a serious message
or even a frivolous one as my be appropriate. In the course of the
program they will learn to form their character. And you'll call
me Corey."
As it was early on Saturday morning Corey had not yet dressed.
She wore a floor length blue velour robe with wide lapels. Her
auburn hair was pinned in casual bun. He white cotton nightie, at
least what was visible of it between the lapels of her robe,
suggested a Victorian nightgown. It had a high neck whose lace trim
led down the front and disappeared into her robe. It was the sort
of thing that Clara might wear in The Nutcracker. After offering
me a croissant, Corey sat on a small couch facing me. She crossed
her legs. The robe fell open. The nightie wasn't nearly as long
as I thought. It reached her knees at best. Her casual way of
sitting allowed it to reveal her the curve of her full, athletic
thighs. "I don't usually ask staff to call me Corey not do I
invite them into my quarters alone..especially when I'm not yet
dressed. But Michael, you have attracted me in ways that haven't
happened in so very long...ways I thought might never happen
again... I even hoped wouldn't happen again. Sorry for the
babbling."
CHAPTER THREE
Corey led me to her private suite. It was a comfortable
apartment on the third floor of this luxurious stone cottage. It
was clear that few staff and no pupils were ever in this area.
I wasn't sure why I was being privileged with a tour.
Corey turned to me, stared into my eyes. "Damn Michael. This
wasn't to happen!" Her slender but powerful fingers undid my
belt. She worked slowly absorbing my body with her eyes.
My shirt was open barely concealing my blue bikini briefs.
Corey sighed and inhaled as she pushed my shirt down. Her fingers
played over my nipples. Stepping back from me, she shrugged off
her robe. Crossing her arms, she lifted the nightie over head.
Firm muscular shoulders supported full round breast. The dark
nipples were aggressively hard. The shadow of her trimmed pubic
hair tantalized me through the white high cut, lace edged cotton
panties. The curving contour of her lower abdomen carried my eye
between her legs. Full, firm thighs spoke of strength to love
tenderly and passionately.
Corey put her hands to the side of my face and guided my mouth
to her breasts. I lingered for an instant as I tasted each nipple.
My tongue swirled around the dark pink areolae causing her to sigh.
Corey fell back onto the king size bed.
Corey lay back, her knees raised, her legs apart. With one
hand behind my head she forcefully guided me toward her crotch.
The other hand drew the panty crotch aside revealing the full moist
lips. I tasted her, tentatively at first. My lips covered her
clit. My tongue probed deeper through the pink folds of her labia.
"Not supposed to happen again!...Argh" Corey's hips bucked, her
legs twitched. She came almost against her will.
We lay back on the pillows. Corey was silent for a bout a
quarter of an hour. "That was too good." Her hand squeezed my
balls. She rose to her knees and began kissing my nipples as the
flat of her hand massaged my balls. "Grow, grow," she murmured
laughingly at my penis. She straddled me and lowered herself onto
my cock. I began to move my hips as she slid up and down my shaft.
In a few minutes we shared a rare gift, mutual orgasm!
CHAPTER FOUR
I watched Corey dress after we showered. The sensuality of the
shower was perfect after play. It was arousing enough to leave us
looking forward to our next session.
Corey slid into a pair of white stretch nylon panties that
just failed to cover her navel. The edging gave the panties an air
of understated, elegant sexiness. A tailored white bra came next.
I was transfixed as Corey bent forward adjusting each breast in its
cup. Stepping into a tailored chino skirt Corey advised, "I'll
tell you what the Academy is all about in my study. Dru, show
Michael to my study, the one up here."
Somehow the girl who had summoned me materialized on cue.
"Michael, Dru is a successful graduate of the Academy and has
become my administrative assistant. You and Dru will become very
close. She located you and researched all about you before you and
I got in touch." Corey donned and buttoned a blue oxford cloth man
tailored shirt. Slipping on a pair of dark mahogany loafers, she
projected a very business like aura despite our very recent
intimacy.
Dru led me to the small but impressive study that was part of
Corey's personal suite. As she turned to leave, she tilted her
head toward me with a cute but provocative wink. "I do hope we'll
work closely."
Corey seated herself facing me. See had been asked to start
a school for older teen sons of well off families. "Yes, sons.
You'll understand in a moment. I am an MSW, a social worker
trained in Jungian psycho-analysis. These boys had never done well
as males. They were often bullied by family and playmates,
rejected and lonely. Therapy with me had greatly helped. My
approach was to help them realize that the femme element within
them had to be given dominance. They would be as girls. The girls
they would become would be emotionally and physically powerful.
Schooled in all the arts, trained for strength and stamina these
boy failures would become very special women."
"Dru is such a girl," I asked.
Corey responded. "One for the first trained here. She is
twenty-three and can present as an older still awkward teen or as
a self-possessed young sophisticate. And woe betide any hapless
male who tires to push her around."
I was fascinated. The military school phase was the first
stage. The discipline and the confidence to succeed in the program
were instilled. At the same time the pupils were introduced to
femme ways in every aspect of their being.
"Of course many of the new pupils had explored their
femininity on their own but cross dressing in private is awkward
and guilt producing. In the Academy they become their fantasies."
Dru rejoined us. She had changed clothing. She wore a
scarlet coatdress trimmed in black; showed her cleavage to great
advantage. Dark stockings and black patent opera pumps showed her
superb legs and ankles to great advantage. Dru carried a black
straw hat. Her hair was in a French braid.
Corey followed my gaze as I scanned Dru from head to toe.
"Don't be so incredulous," she said to me. "Dru will give you an
overview of the campus."
I held the car door for Dru as she swung behind the wheel of
the antique MG replete with clam shell fenders and over sized head
lights! Dru afforded me a liberal view of her stocking tops and
smooth thighs as she positioned herself in the car. Her skirt rose
higher as she worked the clutch pedal. Attracted beyond belief, I
wondered if I would fall in love with this girl.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dru was so slender and so graceful that I doubted she could
be what Corey expected me to believe her to be. Dru explained that
she had earned black belts in both judo and karate! "I'm also a
skillful wrestler. For the time being I'll teach some of the more
advanced and more promising self-defense students." She was
awesome! She continued, "You were in the Marines. I think
wrestling with you would be sooo totally erotic." My cock began to
stir despite my recent activity with Corey!
I kept wondering if she was anything but a genuine girl.
Either way she was arousing me just by her being near.
We stopped at a building near the edge of the campus. A new
candidate had been balky. Dru was to look on how things were
going.
A medium, height, pudgy boy stood on the edge of a mat. He
faced two older girls. The girls wore blue grey uniforms that
resembled cheerleader outfits, the flare skirts barely covering
their hips. Sneakers and slouch socks complemented the cheerleader
look. The boy was nude but for pair of white briefs that could be
a boy's underpants of a girl's panties. "Just give my clothes and
let me get of here." He demanded. "I promised my mother I would
come her but I've been here for hours and I don't like it."
Dru spoke quietly and with authority from the door. "You are
here and you will be trained as your mother has asked us to train
you. Your clothing has been destroyed." He lunged forward. One of
the girls stepped toward him. Her right foot swept at his ankles.
Her left hand arced against his side. His feet went out from under
him. He fell to the mat with a thud. He rose to his feet slowly.
This time he charged the second girl who caught him under the chin
and tossed him easily over her head as she sat down. Catching his
wrist she planted one foot on his ribs and the other against his
face, Pudgy was helpless! He looked in shock and awe at the girl
who held him mercilessly.
"How dare you look at my panties," she mocked as he reddened.
She leaned back twisting his wrist causing him to scream in pain.
"Two on one, no fair," complained the recalcitrant boy.
Releasing her hold , his tormentor sprang to her feet. "One on
one then."
Pudgy was already regretful. "Yeah you know how to wrestle.
I'll punch you out."
"Let's box then. Gloves or know gloves?" She stood with her
hands on her hips smiling.
The pudgy one punched at her awkwardly. She parried his weak
blow and brought one right to his nose. He pulled back as he
choked tears. The girl followed through with a series of open hand
blows. This adorable creature was as skillful in boxing as she was
in wrestling!
Pudgy attempted to kick her. She whipped her foot against the
side of his head. Kick boxing expert as well! I was getting oddly
aroused at the sight of this lithe amazon toying with her inferior
opponent. "Finish him," ordered Dru. The girl punched her
opponent in his flabby belly. He fell to his knees as the breath
left him.
The girl took his face in her hands and threw him flat on the
mat.
"Well done," complimented Dru.
"This so incredible! Those girls are phenomenally well trained
fighters. Not that I doubt that they're..well you know what I
mean. But their contours are flawlessly female..."
"Michael, you're wondering how that's done."
Dru nodded her head for the darker haired girl to join us in
the little office in the gym. I blushed awkwardly as the girl
guided my hand over the front of her cheerleader panties and
between her legs. There was some sort of brief girdle underneath.
Dru spoke. "It's a gaff. Show him." The girl complied.
Turning her back, she raised her skirt and wiggled her panties over
her pale bottom. The gaff had a thong back.
"Since your on the staff I don't mind." The girl spoke
unaffectedly as she faced me and lowered the front of the gaff.
She released a very adequate cock from between her legs. Her balls
descended from the body cavity where the gaff had held them.
Far from turning me off, I was getting hard at the sight of
this shapely, athletic girl with her cock and balls!
"Ricki, you may go," Dru said dismissing the young amazon.
"The way you were looking at her was making me jealous!"
CHAPTER SIX
After a Sunday morning solo run I spent sometime lifting
weights in a tiny gym that was reserved for Corey, Dru and a
handful of the select. There were weights, some mats, heavy bags
and speed bags. Dru looked in as she returned form town. Church?
She was dressed for it. A tight bodice and a full petticoated
skirt emphasized the tiny waist while three inch heels drew
attention to her superbly tapering ankles. Wrist length kid gloves
matched her shoes and handbag. A small hat completed the image of
perfect young lady.
"Morning," she waved and entered the gym. I paused as she
kissed me lightly on the lips. "Mmmm you look so delicious,"
purred Dru. With lightning speed she caught my wrist, stepped to
the side, shot her other arm across the top of my chest and sent me
over hip. I lay sprawled on my back.
Dru stood over me, fluffed her petticoats so I could see the
contour of her groin under her red panties. She extended her hand
and giggled as she helped me to my feet. "No gaff with these
petticoats," she whispered confidentially. I looked at her as she
disappeared into a changing room. "I'll join you."
Reappearing before my cock could soften from its semi-erect
state, Dru aroused me even further. She wore the cheerleader type
outfit I had seen on the petite amazons who dealt with the pudgy
newcomer. Dru pirouetted. "Like me in this mode?"
We lifted in turn. Dru was incredibly strong for her weight.
Spontaneously we began feeling each other out in a freestyle
wrestling stance. I was cautious. This was no easy mark. I
twisted Dru and caught her from behind with in a half nelson take
down. I went for a quick pin. Dru rolled out, clamped a scissors
around my neck. She rolled me over a few times. Each roll over
tired my neck muscles. I managed to break out if it.
Suddenly Dru caught me in a cradle and pinned me. "Damn, you're
good!" We said this in unison as we lay panting on our backs.
Without any planning we were holding hands. Dru rose up on her
elbow and looked deeply into my eyes. Her face met mine in a deep
probing kiss; probing my mouth and my soul.
We sat up. Hip to hip facing each other. Dru guided my hand
to her breasts. I felt her hard nipple through the soft cup of her
bra. She eased my tee shirt over my head. I lay back on my elbows
as she drew her top over head. Red bra. She wiggled out of the
short skirt.
Pressing me to the mat, her mouth teased my nipples. Her
fingers glided over my scrotum. The brief exercise trunks I
appropriated from the supply room only heightened the sensation.
I sucked her nipples through the thin silken bra cup.
Dru lay on top of me as we kissed. We rolled over reversing
top and bottom. I ran my hand between her legs. Dru was as hard
as I was!
Although I never had a gay experience, I was becoming more
intensely aroused than I dreamed possible. I rose to my knees
straddling Dru. Our eyes met in a look of mutual adoration and
trust. I lowered the waist band of her panties to the top of pubic
hair. My eyes devoured her beauty. I lowered her panties to her
knees. Her cock sprang free. Her tight scrotum was smooth, her
pubic hair neatly trimmed. My fingers ran lightly over her
smoothness. My tongue glided over the head of her cock. It was
smoother, softer than baby skin. I took the head in mouth and
swirled my tongue around the rim. Dru reached for me. "No, just
lie there for now. Let me show that I adore you and will put your
pleasure before..." I tasted the delicious drop of precum. It
honed my appetite to taste Dru's full load.
My tongue found the deep sensitivity between her balls and her
hole. She moaned. Kissing the underside of her shaft, I licked my
way back to the head. I engulfed it as I massaged the base of her
cock with my hand. Dru screamed as her hips bucked. Her body
twitched as waves of orgasm swept through her. Her hot cum struck
the back of my palate. The new taste enthralled me. As I
swallowed, Dru Pulled my crotch aside freeing my now raging hard-
on.
I felt a thousand sensations that no woman had ever given me.
The physical intensity was beyond belief, beyond comprehension.
Emotional intensity gave my first gay experience meaning beyond
simple sex. The tenderness we shared as we basked in the afterglow
of orgasms clearly spoke of love.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We went out to an early dinner that evening. I wore trousers
and a blazer with a conservative tie. I was a bit early, more than
a bit anxious when Dru let me into her suite; bedroom, bathroom and
sitting room/study. She greeted me in a very conservative pink
silk knee length robe. Her lips lingered against mine in an
understated yet sensual greeting.
Dru managed to turn brushing her hair in a shamelessly sexual
performance. Sitting at her vanity table with her back to be, Dru
eased her robe off her shoulders. Her skin was as flawless as
ivory. Her honey blond hair glistened as she slid the brush
through the shoulder length silkiness.
Our eyes met in the mirror. She stood before me allowing the
robe to slip to the floor. Like Venus arising from the sea, she
stood before in her slender yet muscular gracefulness. Exquisite
pink nipples complemented breasts that needed no bra. Her soft
cock and tight scrotum should not have belonged to the image Dru
created; yet they did belong. Dru was more complete, more lovely,
more desirable for her uniqueness.
Her male genitals vanished between her legs by use of a beige
gaff which was all but invisible against her skin. Ivory silk
panties followed. Stepping into a lacy, open bottom all in one,
Dru turned her back to me. I zipped it closed. I kissed her spine
where it emerged from the black foundation.
Donning her stockings, she smoothed before fastening the
garters. Unbidden, I knelt before her and eased her shoes onto her
feet. Her hand under my chin, Dru gently guided me to her face.
We kissed with tongues lightly probing. "We have a reservation,"
she smiled as our lips parted.
Dru wore little makeup. Her healthy skin, natural blond hair,
green eyes and overall athletic good looks required no enhancement.
She stepped into a basic black dress; conservative yet showing her
the slender sensuality of her exquisite body. Jewelry selected and
we were on our way.
Sitting on the terrace of the restaurant, we sipped cocktails.
The autumn sunset gave the lake below a melancholy glow. Dru
became pensive. Her finger tips rested on my wrist. "I know you
wonder how I came to be what I am. I owe Corey my life. My life..."
Dru confided to me all that happened to her. "I was never
interested in boys' activities or toys. My father accepted me and
my mother doted on me. The Korean War cost us his life.
"My mum protected me and supported me as I was. She became
involved with man, no make that beast. He called me the sissy
child from the day he met me. When my mother became ill, he took
it out on me.
"Flynn, that was his name, tormented me in his anger and
frustration over my mother's illness. I'm sure he feared I would
get my father's parents' property.
"One night he came to me and made me touch his penis. This
went on for a few months. I told no one. One day when he seemed
to be about to escalate his demands, I sunk my nails into his
scrotum. I bit his face!
"My mother had only a few weeks of life left. I was not
allowed to be with her. The private mental facility he sent me to
was where I met Corey. "
After finishing the story, Dru spoke with determination.
"When I find him, I'll humiliate him and destroy him on my terms."
Dabbing at her cheek with a tissue, she smiled.
I was absolutely in love with Dru. Loving her was a more
varied, more complete experience than it had been with any gg I had
ever been with.
We fell asleep cuddling in Dru's bed.
The next day Dru moved into my cottage.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We fell into a comfortable routine that remained new and ever
exciting just by being together.
Dru turned serious one evening after we had been together for
a week. "We have a break coming up. I found Flynn. You're going
to help me destroy him." I nodded.
"There are going to be times when you'll be in femme. You're
going to practice walking in heels every chance you get."
"Not a problem. Just show me."
Dru led me into the bedroom. We showered together ad the
depilatory removed what little body hair I had. She used a razor
to give me smooth underarms. I sat facing away from the mirror
while she did my makeup. My hair was then combed into a pixie
style. I was wiry to begin with but the waist cinch gave me a
truly tiny waist. We stood side by side in front of the full
length mirror. I began to rise at the androgynous beauty I had
become.
Dru showed me how to roll the nylon stocking up my legs
without shredding them. I was rock hard. Dru smiled as she looked
at my crotch. "Shame to waste that," she cooed as her hand grasped
my balls.
I lay on my back as Dru's tongue bathed me in arousal. She
took my cock in her mouth. She did not eat me to orgasm but fell
on her back with her legs spread. Until this moment our sex had
been limited to oral activity. Dru sat up, kissed me and lay back
drawing me on top of her. Raising her knees to her shoulders she
guided my cock to her hole. A moan as I entered her. She
whimpered in ecstasy as he tightened her sphincter around the base
of my cock. We lay still savoring the newness of coupling.
Dru raised her hips, setting the pace. I followed her
undulations. Her scream of ecstasy caused me to throb and explode
as she reached the peak of her orgasm. We lay spent in each
other's arms as we watched the room darken until the full moon
filled the night with a soft glow.
CHAPTER NINE
Dru said little as we drove to Boston. Flynn was doomed; that
much was certain. We stayed in a town house borrowed from a friend
of Corey. The scenario was about to unfold.
Dru contrived to encounter Flynn in some of favorite places.
The first time, she simply smiled at him. A puzzled look came
over his face.
The second time we passed him, Dru spoke, "Mr Flynn." She
said no more. Flynn looked upset. Why would an attractive young
woman he had never seen greet him by name. I was, until this
moment, simply her male escort.
Flynn clearly began to suspect that Dru and he had met. Some
element of recognition was being kindled. It was time to make our
move.
We arrived at the dance club/restaurant that was the base for
Flynn's activities. I was dressed as in a short skirt, heels and
fishnet hose. A black leather motorcycle jacket covered my black
underwire demi bra. Dru was my antithesis. She wore a white
crocheted short "baby girl" dress. Off white stockings and black
patent "Mary Janes" gave her an innocent allure that I found
irresistible. Good thing I wore a gaff.
The restaurant served lunch but then closed until dinner. We
entered. Some poor lug literally barred our way by putting his arm
across the inner door of the entrance way. "We're closed," he
growled. Dru responded indifferently, "Are you? How
fascinating!"
"Look, we don't need wise ass bitches in here..." I caught
the arm across the door in an arm bar. "Now speak to my friend
with respect. Can't you see she's a lady? I'm a bitch out of your
worst nightmare."
He rose on tip toes as I applied more pressure. Swinging his
body to the side, he tried to break free. I kicked his leg out from
under him and kept the pressure up as he fell. A scream as the arm
snapped at the elbow. Dru laughed as he writhed and cursed in
pain. "You look so silly."
A second employee ran up in response to the scream. "He hurt
himself," purred Dru. We walked in and sat down at the bar.
A rather attractive young woman bar tender was prepping for
the late afternoon. "Sorry, we're closed."
"That is really too bad. Your clientele might enjoy our
show," said Dru provocatively.
"But there're no auditions today."
A burly bouncer type approached the bar. The bar maid smiled,
confident that we two nuisances would leave.
"Well hello," I said to the bear as he lumbered up in hopes
of simply intimidating us. "You'll have to earn your money today!"
I raised my leg straight up as if to smooth my fishnets. He was
distracted by my red panties.
"Slut, get out before you get hurt," as I lowered my leg. It shot
up again catching him in the face. I grabbed his shirt and slammed
his face against the bar. His teeth went though his lip. I
repeated the move. Blood spurted from his broken nose. My foot
caught him square in the crotch. The hulk heaved as he sunk to the
floor.
Dru caught the bar maid's wrist as he attempted to bring a
billy club into play. She yanked the hapless girl over the bar.
The bar maid's skirt wound up around her hips. I thought her panty
covered rump was rather cute. Dru though it was spankable and
proceeded to apply the billy club to it. After a few whacks Dru
shoved the girl back behind the bar.
The fellow who had tried to aid the mug who barred the door
came charging in. "What the hell is going on?"
"Care to play?" Dru rose to greet him.
"You two did that?" He stared at the mess that had been the
bouncer's face.
"Don't be silly. She did it by herself. You're mine."
Dru's fist caught his soft belly. He gasped for air with a
terrified look on his face. "We're here to see Flynn. And now."
Flynn entered. He looked around in anger in disbelief.
"Really, such sissys. Can't even deal with two skinny girls.
Hello Flynn." She leaned back against the bar allowing her skirt
to rise. Spreading her legs, she mocked, "Like what you see? You
like what I had to offer when I was a child."
He reacted remembering where he knew her from. "I thought you
were..."
Dru took control. "There you go...thinking. As look as
you're thinking, you might as well think about those polaroid
pictures you took when you molested me. I took them when you sent
me away."
The commotion had brought the entire staff into the bar area.
Dru took a packet of photos from her purse. She handed them to the
bar maid who blanched as she saw the graphic record Flynn molesting
a small boy. "Pass them around," ordered Dru.
"Blackmail! You..." Flynn never finished.
Dru put her hand under his chin and slammed him against the
wall. "How dare you suggest something so crass! A set of these
photos has already been sent to every newspaper and tv station in
this area."
Dru backhanded him across the mouth. "Too much of a sissy to
fight back?" She caught his ears in her hands and yanked his face
down as she brought her knee up. Flynn sank to his knees.
The papers reported the next morning that Flynn had hanged
himself. Dru had never bothered to mail the photos!
CHAPTER TEN
"Micki, you're such an awesome slut. I really didn't want to
go in there alone. Needed to be covered. God, I feel so purged.
really at piece." Dru was agitated as we lay on the bed in the
townhouse guest room. The morning papers were on the floor.
Dru lay her head on my chest and fell asleep. I stroked her
hair. Tears welled in my eyes. I had never known love as I was
experiencing with Dru.
After brunch at the Parker House we took the MTA to Cambridge.
Dru was more beautiful than ever now that she dispensed with this
last piece of emotional baggage. "Michael, we're really make an
ideal young couple. Everybody notices with an approving look.
You've shown me what love really is."
"Dru, sweetie, no. It's you who has given me so many things."
"Micki, do one thing for me," Dru asked as we scrubbed each
other's backs in the shower after our drive home. "Do that slut
look for me."
Dru sat on the edge of the bed as I adjusted my fishnets.
"Such a naughty girl," teased Dru as she ran her hand over my
panties. "No gaff! Shameful.. but sooo sexy."
She eased me over her thighs in a classic spanking position.
She raised my skirt. "I'll be good," I protested playfully as she
eased my panties to the bottom of my cheeks. After two or three
playfully hard whacks Dru spoke, "Oooh, that hurt. Now I'll kiss
it better."
I was on my hands and knees on the bed as Dru kissed my
bottom. Her fingers caught my scrotum. I yelped as she squeezed.
Pushing me onto my back, she spoke again. "Oooh, let me kiss that
better too."
She raised my legs over her shoulders and kissed my smoothly
shaved balls. Her tongue pressed into my pee slit.
"Fuck me," I begged spontaneously. I wanted Dru in me. I
wanted her to know me as I knew her. She lubricated her cock with
KY jelly. The coolness of the jelly touched my rectum as she
worked her fingers over my hole. I quivered and moaned at her
touch and at the anticipation of what was to come.
A slight pain as Dru pushed her cockhead past my sphincter.
A wave of arousal spread from my groin through my entire body,
through my entire being. I pulled Dru's mouth to mine and sought
her tongue. My hips moved up and down in a circular motion. Each
movement sent new waves of excitement through me. I came in an
ecstasy different from any I had ever experienced. I roared,
moaned, screamed and whimpered. An instant later Dru filled me
with her own hot cum.
Our relationship was now complete. We would be together for
all time.
Mardee Louise Prynne