School of Love Ch. 02

This is the second chapter of School of Love.

All students at the School of Love are over 18.

I awoke in a new bed, a new place. A little disorientation on waking is not unusual for me. I slept well. No surprise. Memory stirred, of the lithe, caramel nudity of Asha. Yes, that is her name. She spread before me, cradled by her headmistress on the edge of her desk. The charcoal cascade of Asha's hair, the dream in her brown eyes, the defiance of her breasts, the blissful twisting of her torso -- my mind's eye scanned -- to her ripening, stretched asunder by my rod. I drank deep draughts of yesterday's passion. I was her teacher. This is my school.

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of my new apartment at the prestigious Swiss École de Château de l'Amour, the School of the Castle of Love. The headmistress... la directrice... hmm. She was the night before: stripping to her luxurious, lascivious lingerie, asking me to fuck her. No, more, she demanded I destroy her.

There was a sound from the kitchen area of the studio, the small clatter of cup to saucer. Groggy, I rolled over to see Sakura, my house's head student, behind the kitchen island. As my eyes adjusted to the light, they focused on her pale breasts with their dark nipple-bullets. She was naked down to the benchtop, and perhaps below.

"Good morning, master," Sakura looked up from the counter and met my eyes cheerfully. Her breasts jiggled a little, as my eyes scanned her body. "Would you like madeleine for breakfast?" I thought of those little, scalloped cakes: pleasant enough with a coffee. My train of thought was derailed as another young woman stepped from the far end of the counter into view. Her skin was cream, and her hair auburn, in untousled waves over her forehead and naked shoulders and onto her unclad breasts -- a little bigger than Sakura's and more pendulous -- sweeping out to pink, puffy nipples. "This is your Madeleine, master!" exclaimed Sakura, in a line she cleanly rehearsed. Madeleine and Sakura fixed me with cheeky smiles.

A hesitant "Good morning" was all I could muster. Madeleine moved behind Sakura, placing her hands on her arms and a single kiss on her shoulder. She continued out from behind the counter and came towards me. Yes, she was completely naked. My eyes fixed on her womanhood in motion: a hairless descent into full, pink outer lips. Everything about her was perfect. She walked with such grace as if she were attending a lavish ball, with layers of underskirts to swish before her. With perfect poise, she sat on the other side of the bed from me, swung her legs up, and lay down beside me, on top of the sheets. She folded her arms behind her head on the two pillows and wriggled herself comfortable like a cat. As she did so, her body rippled. Her puffy nipples traced ellipses, looking at me, looking away, and returning to rest. Her tight belly moved, its button winking. Her thighs rose in alternation and fell slightly apart to give place to her sex.

"Good morning, master," Madeleine spoke perfect, unaccented English, just like Emmelle, her headmistress. From her student file, I knew she was of old French nobility. I could recall little else, nor wished to. "Will you give me a morning kiss?" Madeleine's blue eyes looked up at me from the pillows.

I wanted to ask where she wanted this kiss, hoping that she would casually say "anywhere" so I could dive into her perfect pussy, covering it with kisses. Thinking better of it, I leant over and kissed her lips -- those of her mouth -- softly, lingeringly.

Madeleine sighed as our lips parted. She took my hand and placed it on her breast furthest from me, keeping me close. I caressed her, watching her responses. I brushed her puffy nipple with the pad of my thumb and it grew taut. I swept to her other breast and then back again, while she sighed her pleasure. As my hand rested on the vale of the breastbone, Madeleine called out, "Saku, are you done with the coffee yet?"

"Almost, I'll be with you in a minute," came the reply from the naked Japanese girl in my kitchen.

"Hurry up! I want you to eat me out in front of our master." Madeleine's thighs parted a little as she spoke, as she prepared herself for her wish.

There was a final clink of cups and saucers in the kitchen, and Sakura came to us. Yes, she was completely naked too. She slid in quick, small steps, without Madeleine's grace. I reacquainted myself with the vision of her pruned bonsai of her pubic hair pointing to brown pussy lips. I hadn't realised at the time, but she was forbidden to fuck me until I had enjoyed her peer Asha. I presumed, hoped, that limitation was now over. Sakura crawled onto the end of the bed as Madeleine's legs parted further to receive her. She planted a kiss on Madeleine's belly, then between her breasts and on her lips, breasts gliding over breasts.

"Master," Sakura reached behind my head and pulled me to kiss her. We kissed passionately, remembering this mouth that I filled with the milk of my climax yesterday. This, though, was the first time we kissed. She kissed me with parted lips, inviting me to know her. I pressed my lips to hers, and her tongue darted urgently into me. She pulled me down further until Madeleine's lips met ours. Our three pairs of lips met in an awkward triangle of lust. Sakura's kiss was urgent and searching, Madeleine's was slow and rich.

Sakura drew back, turning my mouth fully to Madeleine's, while she slunk down to suck her nipple. I luxuriated in the slow tumble of her kiss. She pulled her lips from mine to let out a quiet moan. I looked down the length of her body to see Sakura engaged between her legs. "Doucement, Saku, slower!" panted Madeleine, and she sighed as Sakura tempered her eagerness for her pussy.

I watched Sakura's face glued to Madeleine's pussy, and then lowered my lips to the pink marshmallow of her nipple. It was sweet, soft and a little salty. "Hhuu uuh," sighed Madeleine as we worked on her. I looked down at Sakura as she positioned herself to slide a finger into Madeleine's minou. "Awww," she cried, without losing her genteel manner. I looked at Madeleine, and she smiled back, full of bliss from her peer's ministrations. "Do you like watching us?" I looked down at Sakura, listening to her slurping loudly, and then looked back to Madeleine as she writhed again and nodded. "What are we going to do with this?" Madeleine's hand had slipped under the sheets and found my cock, for I slept naked. It was hard, of course, it was hard. She tantalised my shaft. "Master? That wasn't a rhetorical question." I didn't know what to say. I caressed her breast to distract myself. "Do you want to fuck Saku as she eats me out? That's hot!" We both looked down at Sakura. Her mouth was glued to Madeleine's clit, a second finger was now fucking Madeleine's pussy, and Sakura's tight, little ass was in the air, begging for attention. "She loves it in her ass too. Don't you, Saku?" Sakura's head rose momentarily, releasing Madeleine's hood lip with a tiny smack. She giggled and went back down for more pussy juice. "But... I would like the first taste."

I was ready. I slipped out of the sheets and rose to my knees on the bed. I brushed my knuckles along my hardness as Madeleine watched. Even Sakura rotated her head so that one eye was on my cock. I bent over and kissed Madeleine, then swung my leg over her to kneel astride her chest, my cock twitching over her slender neck. Madeleine unclasped her hands from behind her head and grasped my ass, pulling my cock to her waiting lips. She flicked her tongue over its head a few times before pulling me into her mouth. How could such a graceful woman maintain her poise and dignity with a cock in her mouth? But she could. She made it seem so, so elegantly French as if I was mouthfucking her in the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles for the entertainment of the royal court. She gripped my buttocks, pressing her nails to my flesh and guided my movement into her. With the angle of her head on two pillows, the tip of my cock grazed across the palate of her mouth. I wanted to be gentle, but she wanted it rough. Pulling me into her mouth faster and deeper, touching the back of her throat. I let go of my inhibitions and began to fuck her mouth as if it were a pussy. She could barely open her eyes -- having her pussy licked and fingered and her face fucked at the same time took concentration -- but when her eyes momentarily met mine, it brought me closer to coming than anything else. Madeleine's thumbs pushed into my hips and she forced me out of her mouth with a little cough. "I can't take much more of that."

"Me neither," I replied, for quite different reasons.

"Don't forget Saku."

I slid from Madeleine's chest and out of bed. Standing here, I was a spectator of Madeleine held open. Her glowing pink engorgement framed the finger-pounding of her glistening oubliette and the noisy feasting on her clit.

I rounded Sakura, her pert bum, the brown curl of pussy lips, and what was this? She had a sapphire at her asshole. Not a real sapphire, of course, but a real buttplug. The sight was like a buffet, inviting you to try everything. I didn't know what to try first, so I slapped her asscheek. Like dominoes, Sakura's mouth slipped off Madeleine's clit, releasing a high-pitched gasp, as Madeleine quivered and moaned. As Sakura's cheek reddened, she went back to work. I slapped her other cheek, but she was ready this time, and stayed on task, on clit. The ripples, however, still went through both girls. I rubbed my thumb around Sakura's pussy lips. As they parted slightly, I could see their flesh was already glistening. I pushed my thumb to her till brown gave way to her inner pink. She was wet and ready.

Sakura lifted her head again and whispered, "Master, please fuck me!" I could resist no longer. I stood at the end of my bed, grasped Sakura's hips and drove my cock straight into her. She was tight, and I couldn't get far. It took four thrusts before my cock was completely taken in by her vagina. I paused, enjoying her grip, her warmth. I listened to her sounds, responding both to my cock and Madeleine's flowing pussy. I pulled back and drove into her again. Once again, Sakura bounced off the clit, moaning, and the ripple of pleasure went through both girls.

"Don't you dare throw Saku off her rhythm, master! I'm close," demanded Madeleine, half indignant, half blissful. I slowed the strokes of my cock into Sakura's pussy, not too deep. I allowed myself to watch and enjoy as she worked Madeleine up to her climax. Taking a deep breath, Sakura buried her face into Madeleine's pussy, with unrestrained supping. Her fingers sped their pistoning into her cunt. Madeleine was close. She writhed, moaned and glistened with sweat. All the while her royal composure somehow remained intact. I fucked like a thief, not wanting to disturb the scene of the crime. In a gasp, Madeleine was on her side, her whole body pulsating from the orgasmic rhythm deep within.

Sakura came up out of her, leaving her fingers in to comfort her. I pushed my cock deep into her cunt like a perverse Well Done. Sakura giggled exhaustingly, "Aaah, this is what I've been waiting for." She edged her fingers out of their delving, with Madeleine gasping at each removal. Sakura then strengthened her position, hands on the sheets, ready for doggy style. "Now you can properly fuck me, master!" I grabbed her hips and drove deep and fast into her again and again. My eyes fell on the blue jewel that twitched above my cock and I knew I wanted that too.

Madeleine recovered and rose to her hands and knees on the bed so she could give Sakura a deep and grateful kiss. I pulled Sakura's hips to bury my cock into her, making her moan and drop onto her forearms on the bed. Madeleine stepped out of bed, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her elegant, glistening nudity. She moved to me, a hand on my chest, and kissed me passionately. I could taste the saltiness of pussy on her lips, her own pussy. She pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Sakura's ass. "I love watching girls getting fucked. Show me how you fuck her." The only reasonable response was to go deeper and harder and faster. I bent my head down and sucked on Madeleine's beautiful nipple. "Still tender," she said as she pushed me away. I kissed her instead, and Sakura moaned as I sunk myself into her again.

Madeleine sauntered to the window. She pressed the button and the blinds whirred and cranked upwards. Stunned by the light, Sakura's hips fell from under me, and my quivering cock slipped out of her wet, brown pussy. I held the foot of the bed, ready to plunge back into her, but she rolled from the bed, shuffled on her knees and took me in her mouth. "Mmm, I remember this." After flicking her tongue all around my cock in her mouth, she stood up and said, "Come and finish your Madeleine." She led me by the cock to the unblinded window. The early-morning view over the campus, with Lake Léman below and the Alps beyond, was unparalleled. But nothing could make it more beautiful than to see Madeleine standing naked with her hands and elbows against the glass, reflecting her face and breasts, with her legs invitingly apart. Arriving at our destination, Sakura went down on me again in big, wet mouthfuls. She turned me with her head and slid off my cock to the floor between my legs. She had left me pointing towards the Alps and the most beautiful of pink tunnels.

I took Madeleine's hips and slid my wet cock into her wet sex. So wet, that I slid right into her. She repositioned herself on the glass, giving me the perfect angle. I slid back into her, enjoying her texture, tight yet smooth. "What if someone sees us?" I asked but realised it mattered little at this most private of schools.

Sakura purred beneath us, "The view is beautiful. Madeleine's body is a gift to the world to see." I didn't need reassurance. I knew that if the directrice saw us, she might join in, finding some way to make this tryst more lewd and dirty than it already was. I thought once again of covering her expensive spectacles with a film of my cum. Then I felt a tickle: Sakura was licking my balls from below. I slid back into Madeleine: she was the perfect fuck, the kind I wish I had for my first time: so easy: all pleasure and play. I cupped her breasts, changed my angle and thrust up into her. She whimpered: that was better! I thrust again, and again. My scrotum tightened as Sakura teased it with her tongue, and relented as she sucked one ball then the other. I tweaked Madeleine's puffy nipples, watching their response in the reflection in the glass, watching her mouth gasp. I shuffled my feet and changed the angle, driving harder up into Madeleine's wetness. She wailed, coming closer to losing that royal composure, and tottered into the glass. My hands slid from her breasts before they could be crushed against the window. I shuffled, gripped her waist and drove into her again and again and again. She gripped my cock so tight as she came that I was sure I would too. I gave her a few shallow movements, the only movement her pulsating sex would allow. It was all too much, and she slid down the window, off my cock and onto the floor. Lying on her back, she beamed up at me. Sakura let my balls slip out of my mouth, "Second course for Madeleine!" She crawled to her and kissed her affectionately. I looked down at my throbbing cock, ready to explode. If I gave it one tug, I could flop cum all over these two beauties.

Madeleine pulled herself up, her ass to the window, reaching for Sakura to stand too. She kissed her and then pulled her mouth down to her neck, making the sapphire bob back into view. "I think we know where you would like to finish!" said Madeleine, nodding towards Sakura's ass. She slid out from in front of Sakura, rotating her parallel to the window, and placing her hands on the top of a low bookcase in the window. It was the perfect angle as Sakura's sapphire hove before my raw expectancy.

Madeleine glided around us to the edge of the kitchen, returning with a bottle of lube. She sank to her knees between us and gave my cock a gentle suck. Even so, I couldn't take much more of that. She slid off me, looked me in the eye, and bent back further to lick through the length of Sakura's open pussy. Madeleine's breasts were pushed high, her neck at full stretch. She flicked her tongue against Sakura's exposed clit. "ā, ā, ā," came her high-pitched entreaty. Madeleine's hand was on my cock as she slipped to the floor and pushed my manhood back into Sakura's grateful cunt. Madeleine licked from Sakura's button, up into the spread of her vulva, along my cock and to my scrotum. I sunk deep into Sakura's wetness, but we couldn't move, maybe we both were too close to our end. Would the greedy princess who had extracted two orgasms from us, allow us our own?

"Take it out really slowly," demanded Madeleine. I held Sakura's hip with one hand while I worked my fingers around the flared, jewelled base of her buttplug with the other. She quivered at my slightest touch there, through to my cock in the neighbouring accommodation. I pulled maybe a centimetre of the steel shaft before feeling the resistance from her sphincter. Sakura whimpered. I pulled as gently as I could, and she moaned. I rubbed her asscheek to reassure her. Madeleine was kissing her inner thigh to the same effect. I pulled a little more and we were passed the bulge. I pulled the buttplug out, to reveal her perfectly circular, quivering rectum, agape for me. Madeleine took the plug from me, and, pressed my thigh till my cock slipped clear of Sakura's cunt. With one hand she pumped clear lube along the shaft of my cock. Then, putting the bottle down, brought her hand back to slather its length. She wriggled back onto the floor, rubbing the steel buttplug with the excess lube from her hand.

Sakura was waiting. I took her hips and placed my glans against her backdoor. "Yuh!" she breathed. I entered, slowly, meeting that resistance I had found with the buttplug. I built a little pressure, and Sakura vocalised high guttural sounds like a cat preparing to fight. I pushed some more. "Owww!" she moaned, but I was in, my cock clamped inside her tight brown anus. I moved my body weight forwards and graduated into her rectum, Sakura whimpering at each ingress. Fully inside her, I rested, trying to resist her sphincter squeezing all of the cum out of me straight away. Side-on to the window, I knew anyone passing could see me with cock in Sakura's ass. In the reflection, her little tits shook with each breath that she sucked in.

Below us, Madeleine had decided to reuse the buttplug in her own ass, legs spread as far apart as possible and circling her finger around her clit. She sat up and put her mouth on Sakura's clit, making her moan. I waited still. Trying to keep control of my cum, letting Madeleine do the work. Then I felt the quiver of Sakura's pleasure rising through her organs, from her clit, through her vagina and into her anus. Between them, these two girls will make me cum in no time: I had to finish my way. I pulled out a little and pushed back in. "Hooww," cried Sakura. It was too intense for both of us, but I did it again, and again. I moved through the pleasure, numbing myself to it, and regained control. I pulled back further and drove my cock mercilessly deep into her rectum. Sakura screamed, and Madeleine almost fell to the floor. "More," breathed Sakura. So I did it again. She screamed again, but this time, Madeleine, kept her mouth on Sakura's clit, and my balls slapped her chin.

It felt like an out-of-body experience, floating outside the window, watching Sakura's naked body writhing and moaning, my throbbing dick boring into her, Madeleine eating her out, fingering herself and getting slapped by my balls. Again: push, scream, slap, whimper. I couldn't stop myself now, I couldn't be gentle anymore. I reamed the whole length of her anal passage, enjoying the squeeze along my length, her impassioned screams that turned into squeaks, and the feel and sound of my balls on Madeleine's face. Then I realised that Madeleine was getting Sakura close. Her anus was starting to spasm. I thrust deep into her and she came in quivering, wailing waves. I tried to pull back for a thrust but was clamped. I slid forwards, my glans grazing her pulsating wall and exploded my cum against it, my balls contracting on Madeleine's chin. I fell onto Sakura's back exhausted, as she raised a hand to stroke my hair. Madeleine was flat on the floor, legs spread, buttplug in, with two fingers in her pussy and working her clit like a windmill. Sakura looked down at her, "Make it three times, Madou." As if on command, Madeleine scored her hattrick of three orgasms before breakfast, lying spent and satisfied on my apartment floor.

I eased myself slowly out of Sakura's ass, both of us tender from our sex. My cum oozed thick and milky from her anus, dribbling over her pussy and dolloping to the floor. I leant back against the kitchen counter, taking it all in. With a sigh, Madeleine was off the floor and between Sakura's legs, lapping up my cum as it flowed from her ass. I knew my cock couldn't take anymore, but I suddenly wanted to do it all again, and more besides. The two women helped each other up. If anything, they looked more beautiful now in the sweat of their pleasure. They kissed each other passionately. Then Madeleine walked to me proudly. "The ultimate test," she said, before kissing me deeply, letting all the flavours that she had collected roll into my mouth. She pulled back from a kiss, a hand on my chest, "Coffee?"

Sakura collapsed on the couch, "I won't make a mess: Madou got it all!" All I could do is stare at her tight Japanese body as she curled herself comfortably into my couch. Madeleine placed a cup of coffee in front of her. "I made it extra hot," said Sakura, "in case we got distracted."

Madeleine brought a cup for me and gestured that I sit beside Sakura. Then she returned with her own cup and a plate. As she sat, she offered me the plate, "Would you like a madeleine?"

"Proper introductions," said Sakura, "this is your student Madeleine, master. I hope you enjoy fucking her as much as I do. She's very accomplished."

I nodded, trying to keep Sakura's false air of professionalism. "Nice to meet you, Madeleine. The pleasure is all mine." The girls giggled, and we sipped our coffees and nibbled on the madeleines. All the while, my eyes danced over their naked bodies, glimpsing the occasional flash of one or other pussy.

"Freshen up?" asked Sakura, nodding towards my bathroom.

"Sure, you use it more than I do!" They both chuckled at that. Then Sakura took Madeleine by the hand and led her to the bathroom. I sat satisfied, finishing my coffee and admiring the view. The nerve endings in my cock still tingled from its frictions. I heard the shower run and the girls giggling. I thought about joining them, I honestly did, but I was done for the morning. Even thinking about shoving my cock into their wet, soapy bodies made it twitch a complaint. They returned dry but still naked, kissed me, and left. What a morning!

After showering and dressing, I checked my schedule for the timings and rooms for my two classes that day. Thankfully, it was a light workload. The first class was an introduction to late nineteenth-century US history. It was a survey course, and I was taking the students from Reconstruction to the Gilded Age.

I walked up the path from the chalet I shared with ten girls to the château. I got lost searching for my classroom in its labyrinth of mahogany corridors. Aisyah, whom I remembered from the boat yesterday, and her friend Ana María found me and led me to the right room.

There I found my class of eager high-school leavers. Wherever I looked white shirts were straining against young breasts and thighs rubbing under short skirts. Every time a student raised her hand to ask a question, I had to listen carefully to drown out the thought of answering "In your mouth" or "Bend you over the desk."

I wasn't so enthusiastic about the introductory classes, but the students engaged well and asked searching questions. It turned into a great lesson, not for my input, but theirs. I began to feel like a real history teacher, looking forward to further meetings of minds. My libido was in check for the moment.

The other class was a research seminar on the prelude to the French Revolution: far more my bag. The students had written research papers through the summer, and we were to read and discuss them through the first half of the term.

I called on Beate to give the first paper, being alphabetically preeminent. A mousy-haired Berliner, Beate skewered me with fierce eyes. She presented vignettes of the lives of women of different classes drawn from the historical record, from a guillotined duchess to a rabble-rousing street brawler.

Charm, an ivory-sculpted Thai goddess, followed with the other paper of the day. To my surprise -- for an elegant young woman -- she wrote about the French army and its changing social constitution, focusing on the petit-bourgeois sergeants and adjutants of the king who became the marshals of the armies of Napoleon.

Both were excellent, and the other students grilled them hard afterwards. All the students then handed in their papers for me to start grading them. Nowhere else had I seen a 100 % submission rate, but I suppose this place was different in more ways than one. I perched on the front of the desk and eagerly thanked the girls for the work they had put into their projects.

Charm, raised her hand, "Master, what prize shall we give the highest score?" Then she added, "When I win?"

"Do you normally give prizes for papers?"

They nodded.

"Is it a whole school prize system?"

"Just between us," clarified Charm.

"So, do I get the prize, or what?"

The girls laughed hard at me.

"What did you do last term?"

More laughter.

Beate put up her hand. I nodded to her, grateful for any help. "I won last year, master," she proffered in her guttural Berlin accent.

"Congratulations, Beate. What was your prize?"

"Well... Annie, she lost... and had to lick meine Muschi on your desk while the rest of the class spanked her."

The whole class cheered.

Annie raised her hand, "I didn't find it an incentive to improve."

The class guffawed.

"Well, this is Switzerland, I could just buy you an expensive chocolate bar." Not that I wasn't keen about getting into the kink, but I wanted there to be options.

The class booed down chocolate.

"OK. Do you want something like last term?"

The class switched back to cheering.

"OK, but we need a disincentive for losing, as Annie said." I smiled at her.

"What if the loser had to sit outside of the classroom," replied Annie.

All agreed that this was a good idea.

"But who's going to lick me when I win again?" challenged Beate.

The class fell about laughing and taunting her for her pride.

I gulped. "How about this: I'll eat out the winner, and the loser sits outside."

The class applauded.

"'OK. That's settled. Class dismissed! See you next week."

The girls packed up and chatted as they left the class. I was suddenly back to admiring their straining shirts and shifting skirts. What if I did what my conscience told me not to do? I took another gulp, "Charm and Beate, please stay behind." Perhaps now was a good time to take sexual control with two more young women.

Soon it was just the two of them waiting to hear from me. "I... err... I really enjoyed both of your presentations. Regardless of whether you win or not, I'm so impressed by the first presentations that I'd like to... err... offer you both a foretaste of the final prize." There was silence, the Thai and German exchanged looks and then, almost in competition with each other, they began to unzip their skirts. Of course they would, I knew they would, but yet I doubted.

"I come first," proclaimed Beate as she strode past me, swivelled, pulled down her knickers, exposing her bush, and sat open-legged on the edge of the desk. Her garden was glorious, a place to frolic.

Charm turned her back to the competition, bent over and pulled her knickers down, showing me everything she had. She lingered in that position to ensure I worshipped the chiselled artistry of a temple idol's fertile region. She straightened. "But mine's sweeter and less hairy." She turned to show off her perfectly shaved cleft. "Naughty master, not sharing what you got?" she continued as she unzipped my fly. I looked back at Beate to see she was nonchalantly masturbating on my desk. "Do I have to go in there and get it?" Charm questioned me. She grabbed my belt with one hand and thrust the other through my open fly, rummaging around in my shorts, before pulling out my cock. Charm sank to her knees and began an intense and rapid blowjob. I almost doubled over at her shock attack.

I put my hands on Charm's head to regulate her robo-sucking. "Let's not leave Beate out of this," I breathed over her thick raven hair.

She pulled off me and looked up, "OK. You go eat your German sauerkraut." She let go of me and I walked to Beate with my dick swaying before me.

"Eat or fuck?" demanded Beate as my cock aligned with her natural sex. I wanted both but I had promised cunnilingus. I sank to my knees before her, and she held her wings open for me. I got the hint: dive in. I kissed her fourchette, at the base of her vulva, and slowly drew my tongue up through her, around her hood and back. She was already dewing from masturbating, and her nub was emerging from its hood. I licked her folds, one side and then the other. Then I realised Charm was under the desk with her mouth back on my cock. I paused to ready myself for her vigorous blowjob and then was back to Beate. I licked up the juice from the middle of her vulva: thick with flavour. "You like my kitty-cat, no?" she said, looking down at me.

"Taste it yourself," I replied. Lapping up as much of her cunt juice as I could, I rose, popping my cock out of Charm's suction. I stood and kissed Beate deeply. Her lips parted and I shared her flavour with her. She hummed in satisfaction. I grabbed the desk with one hand and her breast with the other. I squeezed her mound through the straining cotton of her shirt and lace of her bra cup. We kissed passionately. I loved her mind, her don't-give-a-fuck attitude. My cock found her kitty-cat without my having to look. My hands rounded her ass and I pulled her to the edge of the desk and onto my cock. I fucked Beate slowly. Her eyes fixed on mine between passionate kisses.

BANG! We turned to see Charm slamming her foot down on the top of the desk. She was standing beside, now undressed except for her white knee-highs, with one foot gymnastically placed on the desk to show her variegated orchid flowering between her legs.

I pulled out of Beate, looking at her. She simply rolled her eyes.

I went to Charm and kissed her. She kissed back as voraciously as she sucked dick. She grabbed my cock and began pumping. I cupped her breasts with my hands, and they were firm, pert hillocks, surmounted with long chocolate nipples. I thumbed them, and her lithe body trembled. She pulled back from the kiss, still jerking me off. "Time for a bowl of spicy Asian soup!" Charm proclaimed. She pushed me back against the desk, using my cock as her lever. With her other hand on my chest, she forced me down onto the table. I got the idea and swung my legs up onto the desk to lie flat on top of it. I saw that Beate had stood up and, rather than giving up, was pulling off her shirt to show her bra barely containing her bosom. And then my face was covered with Charm's pussy. I drew in my last breath and drove my tongue into her. She bucked forward hard on my face and then bore down and back. My nose grazed her asshole and my tongue penetrated her juicy, sweet cunt. As she moved, I desperately licked all the goodness I could find. She steered her next slide down my face, ensuring that I'd connect with her clit. She slid back and forth trying to get my tongue to plough through her deeply before flicking her bud. We mostly connected, but I could tell she was frustrated. She slid back so my nose was against her ass again. "Huh," Charm huffed as she slid off my face, "I can't get off looking at her."

That's when I saw Beate squatting on the desktop, preparing to impale herself on my cock. She was now only wearing her holdups. Her beautiful breasts hanging above me. Beate tugged my belt undone, unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them down to give my dick more room. As I watched her descend onto me, Charm's cunt was back on my face. She had turned away from Beate, but this direction also made it easier for me to curl my tongue around her clit. It also meant she could diddle herself on my nose. At that moment, I felt my cock slide back into Beate. I lapped Charm's pussy, curling my tongue up into her clit when she slid off my nose, while Beate gave me a slow steady fuck.

Charm's nose-humping was getting us nowhere fast, and I began to worry that she'd break my nose. I grabbed her hips and moved her just where I needed her on my tongue. Charm grabbed my hands to pull them away and take back control, but I wouldn't let go. I flicked her clit hard with my tongue to show her, and she moaned. Copying her vigorous blowjob, I pinged her nub faster and faster. She started to get vocal. I flicked her harder, and she released her grip on my hands and started bucking. It took all my strength to keep her little body where I needed it. I couldn't even focus on the great sex I was having with Beate. I sucked right on Charm's clit and she moaned. Then I was back to flicking it with all the force my tongue could render. Making Charm come was hard work but we got there. For a second, she was as grateful as anyone brought to orgasm. The next she had slid off me, leaving my face saturated in her sex. She zipped up her skirt and pulled her shirt over her braless breasts. She scooped up her knickers and dropped them on my face, saying, "Thank you, master." It didn't sound entirely sincere. "See you, looser!" she threw at Beate.

I looked at Beate on her knees astride me, not missing a beat as she bore down the shaft of my cock. She rolled her eyes once more. She was happy. I folded my arms behind my head and watched my cock slowly piston into her, her breasts mesmerizing as they swayed with her fuck-rhythm. I enjoyed the change of pace and temperament. I watched for a while before I realised that she had brought me close to coming. "I'm close," I whispered.

"I know," she smiled, and I let my cum fountain into her in satisfying bursts. Beate raised herself off me, and my cock flopped happily out of her oozing pussy. She slotted two fingers inside herself, held them up so I could see them coated with my cum, and licked and sucked them clean like an ice cream.

I realised I had my promise to fulfil. I rolled off the hard desk and kissed Beate, tasting my cum on her tongue. I weighed her beautiful breasts at last in my hands, bending down to suckle on her big pink nipples. I pulled her to the edge of the desk again and brought my mouth back down to her hairy pussy. "Unfinished business," she said, half question, half statement. "I love that you don't mind eating your own cum," she added. I thought about Madeleine licking my cum from Sakura's asshole at breakfast, and then kissing me. Then I concentrated on the beautiful nature reserve before me and I started swirling my tongue lightly all around Beate's open vulva. Our combined juices made a fine cocktail, and I lapped it up. I started teasing around her hood, and her clit edged back out of cover. Still sopping wet, I filled her cunt with two fingers, making her buck and sigh. As I moved them in and out, I began to work around her clit. I could feel that she had got herself fairly close by grinding my cock. As she grew more responsive, I grew bolder with her clit, swirling my tongue on it. Unexpectedly, she came forcefully, collapsing forward over me, then throwing herself back down on the desk as her whole body quaked with pleasure. She clamped my fingers deep in her wetness, and I let her come around them.

We kissed again, and I watched her dress. "Thank you for today, master," she said as she buttoned her shirt, "For the class and afterwards." She kissed me once more and laid a kiss on my sleepy cock as I sat on the edge of the desk. She smiled and left. I eased myself back into my clothes, looking at Charm's discarded knickers and wondering what to do with them. Dressed, I balled her lace up in my hand and thrust it into my jacket pocket.

As I came up the staircase from the classroom, Sakura was leaning against the mahogany handrail at the top.

"Master! There you are! Beate was telling me about the great orgasm you just gave her. You know, I've been walking funny all day after you fucked my ass this morning." Her voice echoed down the hand corridor, but she didn't care who heard her.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah, just a regular day."

I raised an eyebrow at her nonchalance.

"It's almost apéro, and madame asked if you would join her in the office."

"Yes, of course."

"See you back at the house," she grinned and flitted out through the double doors and down passed the fountain.

I turned the corner into the château's great foyer and ascended the sweeping staircase under the watchful gaze of Raphael's painting of Pope Julius II, builder of this château. I came to the office of the directrice: Madame Marie-Luce Foy, as it said on the door, or Emmelle, as she liked friends to call her. The office door was wide ajar. I knocked and caught the eye of Emmelle perching on the desk of Marie, her middle-aged secretary, in a dark cream silk blouse and a dark green wool pencil skirt.

"Come on in Mr Harris. It's good to see you again so soon."

"Good evening, and good to see you too." Both women were in a cheerful mood, holding wine glasses, with a plate of finger food between them on the desk.

"Please, why don't you go through to my office," Emmelle gestured towards the connecting door. I nodded and moved to the door, as the women continued their conversation in French. It was not long before Emmelle joined me in her glamorous office overlooking the campus, the lake and the Alps. She still clutched her wineglass, now refreshed. "I hope your first day in the classroom has gone well, Ben."

"It has been a great day, Emmelle. Thank you once again for the opportunity to teach here."

Marie came in with another glass of wine and a plate of cheese and charcuterie. "Pour vous, Monsieur," she said, offering me the glass, while she placed the food on a coffee table between two leather armchairs.

"Merci, Marie. À demain," said Emmelle, thanking her and sending her home for the day. Marie replied in kind and left us.

Emmelle lowered herself into one of the armchairs. "Please," she gestured at the armchair opposite her. "To your first day of teaching," she raised her glass, and we sipped together on the pink, slightly sparkling wine. "It's a new pét nat I'm trying," she indicated the wine, "gorgeous winemaker, but not quite there this vintage. So... how were your classes, Ben?" Emmelle swirled her glass and crossed her legs.

"Good... Very good... I must say I'm impressed with the students' attentiveness, dedication and analytical skills." I sipped my wine and thought of Sakura's ass unpuckering to receive me: "anal-ytical skills" indeed.

Emmelle smiled and gave a small, satisfied "Hah" as if she could see where "analytical" had taken me. She looked down at her glass, perhaps thinking about asking me more about the lessons, and then took a small sip.

"And how was your day, Emmelle?" I changed tack.

"Ohff, school, admin..." she trailed off and then looked at me squarely, not wanting to be diverted. "I've thought much about your penis today."

I held her look, not letting embarrassment make me break eye contact. Blood flowed to my member.

"I like having your cock in my mouth. I enjoy... I have an appreciation of it. However, I've been thinking about how you fucked me. You channelled so much power... virility..." she paused and looked away, into her memory, "... focus."

I was unsure how to respond, wanting to say, "Shall we go again, right now?"

She continued, "I watched you eat Asha's pussy, and it was excellent, but watching your cock go into her was the real pleasure, and that is what I have thought of most. I could observe what I had felt the night before." Emmelle uncrossed her legs, and I didn't care if she saw me looking. "Can I guess how many students you've fucked today? I guess two. It is your first day."

"Four, actually."

"I'm impressed!" Emmelle raised an eyebrow. "Did all the students come?"

My mind played the reel of Madeleine, Sakura, Charm and Beate each at their climax. "Yes. One more than once."

Emmelle beamed at this, "Oh, who had extra pleasure?"

"Madeleine."

"Ah, Madeleine, so sensual."

"Amazingly graceful and..." I couldn't put the memory of her body into words.

"How many times?"

"I'm pretty sure it was three. Sakura gave her the first one. The second was from me... and Sakura", I conceded. "The last was all her."

"Beautiful! You know I watched Madeleine masturbate in the very chair in which you're sitting... before I ate out her pussy myself."

My cock stiffened at the thought.

"Hmm... Come, fuck me on the balcony... bring your wine." Emmelle stood and moved past her desk As she did so, she paused, smiled, and picked up her tortoiseshell-frame glasses from the desktop. Their arms were open, so she slid them on, giving me a knowing look. My manhood pulsed at the thought of shooting my cum over them once again. She turned and went to the little glass door in the corner of her office that led to the balcony.

I stood, took a sip of wine, and followed her through the open door into the early evening light of the castle's balcony. The sun was setting behind the Jura mountains, making the Venoge River glisten gold along the western edge of the campus.

Emmelle placed her half-full wineglass on the wide, stone balustrade. Taking the hem of her pencil skirt, she slid it up until it bunched around her hips. Underneath, my school mistress wore stockings suspended from a black garter belt. When she could see that I could see, she looped her fingers around the sides of her black lace knickers. Bending forwards, she pulled them down her thighs, revealing her tight buttocks, puckering asshole, smooth perineum and the cascade of her inner pussy lips opening over her outer lips. Then she let them fall around her ankles and onto the stone floor of the balcony. "Come!"

I came to her.

She pivoted, taking my glass from my hand and placing it beside hers on the ledge. Then she took my hand, thoughtfully, and unfolded two fingers, index and middle. She pulled them into her wine-moist mouth, swirling her tongue around them. "I don't need much preparation," breathing the words after my dampened fingers as she slid them out into the cooling air. She turned back to the panorama, placing her forearms across the balustrade and presenting her sex for me.

I placed my other hand on the stone edge and brought those moist fingers down to rest lightly on her pussy. I began stroking her.

"Hmm. Not enough sex today." Her pussy quivered and parted under my hand.

After a few strokes, I brought my fingers to my mouth to renew their wetness. Already I could taste her. I returned them to her pleasure. My eyes rose to the scenery. I felt serene. My eyes returned to her glory. She was right: she was ready. I drew an ellipse around and through her flesh.

She sighed, and bent over the balustrade, watching the sunset.

Would she invite me? Hadn't she already invited me? I withdrew my fingers, took my other hand from the balustrade and unbuckled my belt.

Emmelle did not move. Her pussy awaited me.

I unzipped and unbuttoned my trousers, pushing them down onto my thighs with my underwear. My cock sprang ready between us. I stepped forward, nuzzling her flowering with its head.

She sighed as golden light fell over the small of her back and spilled down her contours.

I took her hips lightly and entered her tight warmth. Her lips stretched to embrace me as our flesh was joined. Then I pushed my entire length into her and rested lightly against her.

"Ahhh!" she breathed. She took my wineglass from the ledge and handed it back to me. "A lazy fuck at sunset. It's not a test. Let's just enjoy it."

I eased back till the light glistened off my now moistened cock, then returned into her, focusing on every moment.

"How did you fuck Madeleine?"

I pulled back and thrust into more forcefully as she awakened the memory. "Against the window of my apartment, from behind." I gave my boss another impassioned fuck.

"Beautiful. I hope someone saw it and was inspired. And Sakura?"

I looked down at Emmelle's asshole. "In the ass."

"Oh good, she's quite confident at that now. I do like anal... but not tonight. Let's find a time later this week, shall we?"

"I look forward to it," I replied directly to her promised opening. I wondered whether she might email a calendar invite: "Anal Sex with New Staff, 7 pm."

"How was anal with Sakura?"

"She was very good." Then a thought turned me on as I gave Emmelle another firm stroke. "Madeleine ate her out as I fucked her ass, and my balls kept slapping her chin."

"Oh, that is hot." She fondled her breast through her silk blouse. "You can slow it down back there," she ordered.

I was mid-hard-fuck but hoped I'd eased off enough. It was enough: she reached for her wine and sipped it as if the only correct way to drink it was while being taken from behind.

"Where did you come?"

"In Sakura's ass." I sipped my wine, gently stroking inside her. "Then Madeleine licked it from her ass and kissed me!"

"Oh, that's good!" She savoured both her wine and her fuck.

"I could distinguish both of their pussy flavours alongside my cum."

"Almost a Frenchman with your discerning palette!" she teased. "Who were your other two students today?"

I thought about Charm and Beate, not knowing what to say about my disappointment with the former. "Beate, from my French history advanced class," I offered while I thought about what to say concerning Charm. I sipped some more pét nat and leisurely pistoned my employer's cunt.

"Ah, a great choice! So passionate and forceful, but tender and sweet when aroused." In between sips and talking, Emmelle began to sigh along with every beat.

"And a good historian, with a great feel for her subject matter." I was somewhat proud that I could comment on her academic excellence, but couldn't stop myself from adding, "Her pussy was so good to eat."

"Yes, isn't it special? And the fourth student?"

Not knowing quite how to address the issue, I switched hands with my wineglass, pushed into Emmelle, and flourished Charm's used panties from my jacket pocket.

Emmelle regarded them quizzically over her shoulder, put down her glass, and took them from me. She held them close to her face. Not sniffing, like a comic pervert, but breathing in the air that clung to them. "Charm?" she asked.

"Yeah!" I replied, impressed. Had she tasted the pussies of every student? I switched my glass back to my dominant hand and sipped. I pushed my entire length into Emmelle and thought. "I set up a threesome with her and Beate after class. I thought it was a good idea."

"Two threesomes in a single day sounds good in theory, but not always in practice. How did you find Charm?"

"I liked her presentation: well researched and a bit different. The sex was disappointing, though."

Emmelle put the panties beside her wineglass and brought both of her forearms down to the ledge. "Don't let that distract you from the task before you."

She was right. My cock was motionless deep inside her. I pulled back, watching my shaft slick from her realm. Fuck it: I rammed myself hard into her.

Emmelle let out a moan, "Yes, fuck me harder now."

Charm had confused me, unsettled me. I needed to find myself in Emmelle's exquisite sex. I placed my free hand on the small of her back, tensed my calf muscles and pistoned my cock deep into her cunt at full steam. She vocalised along with me. My cock thickened, having begun to fade as we spoke and I had stopped. I was back to being the master.

Emmelle allowed us to enjoy a few minutes of animal pleasure. Then she drew her hand from the ledge and brought it back against my hip to restrain me, "Now slow again."

I complied, feeling the cum rising from my balls.

She sighed, "Not all of our students will be a Sakura or Madeleine or even a Beate, and they had to learn to make love and explore their kinks and pleasures like the rest of us. You know, Charm is not the worst student we have here in this regard. No, not by any means. We need to be taught. They need to be taught. I think Charm... I think Charm is your new project."

It all made sense: I had forgotten that I wasn't here simply to enjoy myself but to teach.

"You are Charm's teacher -- not just of history. Her housemaster despairs of her. He's fucked her every way he knows, and he knows many. Perhaps new eyes -- a new cock -- might help. I'll speak to Simon and ask him to help you with this new project. How does that sound?"

I softly stroked my cock through her length. "What exactly do you want me to do with Charm?"

"Turn her into the Thai sex goddess that she already thinks she is."

"I'm not sure I know how."

"I believe in you. You've shown me you know how to fuck hard."

My mind's eye was back in the hotel room in Lausanne, hammering Emmelle's cunt relentlessly.

"Fuck Charm into submission -- both her pussy and ass -- no oral or foreplay: she needs to be dominated, else she will take charge. If you need it, you can use the dungeon."

"The dungeon?"

"This is a castle... I can give you the tour on Friday morning. I think you're free then."

Another lewd calendar invite, perhaps. I thought about suggesting that I could fuck her tight asshole while we were there for the sake of efficiency. I noticed I was fucking her faster and harder again.

"Then you can teach her everything you know... Now, master, I think it is time you gave me your cum. Where shall I have it: inside me or over my glasses again?"

I pumped her while I weighed my choices. Coming inside of her felt comforting like it would deepen our emotional bond. But those glasses: she had put them on just to give me this kinky option. "Glasses."

"OK." Her vaginal walls contracted as she bore down on my cock, gripping it. I fucked her newfound tightness hard, coaxing the cum back up.

She could feel my cock strain in expectation. She ungripped me, slid off me and wheeled to her knees before me. Both her hands were on my shaft, twisting and pumping. Her tongue flicked across my cum slit. Her bespectacled eyes read mine.

I came hard. In uncontrolled, quivering waves. I was unbalanced, spilling wine on the stone floor and cum on Emmelle. She directed the hose perfectly across one lens, and then my joy bounded into her hair and back over her forehead onto the other lens. It arched across her top lip, into her mouth and over her chin and neck. She sucked my last drops from me, coaxing my shaft to give them up. Her spectacles shone pearlescent with my milk in the golden light. My cum streaked down her face, pooling in her jugular notch and staining her silk blouse. All the while, she steadied me from falling with a firm hand on my cock.

Emmelle stood. She stroked my cock with her knuckles and regarded me through smears of semen. "Is this what you like?"

I nodded.

Not releasing my member, she took her glasses off with her free hand and licked my cum from them without losing eye contact. Somewhat clean, she laid them beside her wine and Charm's knickers. She pulled me to her by the cock and kissed me deeply with her cum-infused mouth.

The sun was almost behind the mountains. Emmelle released me and leant back against the balustrade, facing me this time. Her just-fucked femininity tilted forward for my adoration. I knelt, placed my glass on the floor and buried my face into her. I licked and fingered her until her moan echoed up the castle wall across the campus and down to the setting sun. She bucked into me and over me and fell back on the balustrade fulfilled.

Emmelle guided me with a hand on either side of my face. We kissed once more, savouring her drippings comingled with my cum.

I rolled against the ledge beside her. My head spinning as I spotted the big-breasted gargoyles that decorated the castle wall.

"Your new mission!" Emmelle exclaimed as she draped Charm's knickers over my slowly fading cock. She took her wine in hand, replaced her glasses, pivoted to me, and bade me, "Good evening, Ben, bonne soirée". And she walked back into her office without taking her underwear from the floor or pushing her skirt back down. I watched the twilight on her ass the whole way.

Exhausted, I looked back at the gargoyles and then across to the last light over the Jura mountains. I'm not sure why I rubbed my cock in Charm's panties. I like to think it was symbolic of accepting my mission. I put them back in my jacket pocket, and tucked away my happy cock, refastening my trousers and belt. I picked up my glass and Emmelle's knickers from the floor. I drained the glass and went back inside. There was no sign of my boss but for her glass left where we sat earlier. I placed mine beside it, and not knowing what to do with a second pair of knickers, folded them like a napkin beside the cheese and sausage plate. I cut some cheese for a cracker and munched it as I passed back through the empty château. I imagined Emmelle descending the great stairs with her satisfied sex in the breeze.

What a first day!