The Last Incubus Ch. 33

The Last Incubus: Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Bailie asks Frankie for a lesson.

"A woman should learn in quietness and in full submission." ~ 1 Timothy 2 v. 11.

Author's advisory: This chapter contains a brief encounter with post-coital oral sex that is quasi-homosexual in nature, which some readers may find offensive.

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(Bailie)

After lunch, Ross and I went to the library. Like yesterday, he traded Leslie's afternoon library hours with his evening shift. I went to one of the carrels in the back, while he worked the front desk. I tried to study, but after an hour, I gave up. I couldn't focus. My head was filled with thoughts and memories of the orgasms I had last night. My body tingled as I recalled that warm feeling that flowed from my groin to my stomach and breasts, and how it made my nipples--I was getting moist just thinking about it.

I wanted to feel him inside me again and relive the sensation of his warm essence filling my insides. I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock and make him so horny he couldn't wait to stick it in me. Or maybe he'd cum in my mouth. I used to think that was disgusting, but his pre-cum tasted so good, that I was curious to see if his cum tasted the same. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it.

But I had never sucked a man before. The only time I had ever had a penis in my mouth was when Gary forced me. Was there a trick to sucking a cock? I overheard some of the BI girls talking about it a few times at the diner. I think they did that on purpose to rattle me, and it worked to some extent. But from the way they talked about it, most of them seemed to enjoy cocksucking, especially that bleach blonde with the big boobs. She bragged to the others about her tonguing technique in getting guys to cum in her mouth.

I opened up my laptop and looked it up on the internet. I found a couple of porn sites that featured women sucking cocks, but after watching for 15 or 20 minutes I couldn't tell what was happening inside their mouths. Were their lips loose or tight? What were their tongues doing? How were they able to get so much down their throats without gagging? Was there a trick to doing that? I needed to talk to someone, so I texted the one person I thought who'd be willing to help me.

Me: Can we talk?

Frankie: Bailie?

Me: Yes.

Frankie: Problem?

Me: Need 2 talk.

Frankie: I'm in class. C u @4.

Me: ok

After what seemed like a 500-minute hour trying to study, or read, or do anything to pass the time without getting myself worked up, I called her from the library foyer. "Are you free now?"

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"Frankie, I need some advice and you're the only person I feel comfortable talking to about this," I confessed.

"This sounds serious. Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No, nothing like that. Last night I took your advice about Ross. I asked him to... um, you know. That thing we talked about."

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Just spit it out. Did he make you cum or not?" she asked.

"Oh, God, yes!"

Frankie started chuckling on the other end of the phone. "So Mousey finally got her first taste of cheese. Tell me, how was it?"

"OMG! I can't believe my body could feel so good. You were right about having me ask him."

"How many times did he make you cum?" she chortled.

"Oh my God. I think it was nine... no, ten. Maybe eleven. I don't know, they started coming one right after the other and I kind of lost track."

"So, what do you need me for?" she asked.

"I'd like to return the favor. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel," I explained.

"Oh fuck, that's easy. Just spread your legs and let him do the rest."

"No, I want to do more than that. He did my first orgasm with his mouth. I want to do the same to him, but I've never sucked a guy before. I wanted to do it this morning, but when the alarm went off, he took a shower, and I lost my chance. Maybe he thought I couldn't do a good job - and I suspect he's right."

"Don't get down on yourself. You know what a nerd he can be. He probably just wanted to get to class. But if you want, I can give you some pointers. Come to the BI House at 6--and don't say anything to Ross."

***

(Ross)

The Business Systems class was packed. Even the hockey jocks were there on a Friday; probably because there was no hockey game that night, and finals were next week. Professor Bartoli reviewed the last topic of the semester before announcing the term paper assignment and topics on the final exam.

"The deadline for all term papers is next Friday. No papers will be accepted after that. Any AI help will need to be notated in your reference section, and it cannot constitute more than 25 % of your submission. Class dismissed except for Messrs. Blount, Dubois, and McPherson, who will see me in my office immediately after class," the Professor announced.

Once inside her office, Professor Bartoli told Gil and Darrel to take their seats in the chairs in front of her desk.

"Mr. McPherson, please close the door. You're not in trouble, but I want you here as a witness," she explained.

After I closed the door, she stood in front of her desk and faced the two hockey players.

"I don't know how you did it, but you two hacked into my computer program and posted top grades for last week's assignment, an assignment that neither of you turned in. Since neither one of you has the drive nor the intelligence to complete such a simple assignment, I find it hard to believe that either of you could have hacked into the college computer system. So, if you tell me who your accomplice is, I won't have the two of you expelled right now," she announced.

"P-Professor Bartoli--" Darrel began.

"Shut up, Darrel. Let me handle this," Gil interrupted. "Listen, Professor Tits, don't blame us for your poor record-keeping. Like you said, we don't know how to hack into your computer system, so that proves we did the work and turned in the papers."

Gil looked over at me.

"And if you don't pass us, maybe we'll start rumors about you and your nerd boyfriend over there," he sneered.

I folded my arms and chuckled as I stood against the door. "After the rumors I've heard about the you, I'm not sure anyone is going to believe you."

"Why you--" Gil began as he started to get up from his chair. Darrel started to do the same.

"That's enough!" Professor Bartoli raised her voice. She looked at the two hockey players getting up from their chairs. "You two have until Monday to tell me who your accomplice is, and if I hear any more threats out of you, I will see you expelled. Now get out! Mr. McPherson, a word with you, please."

I stood aside while the two hockey players brushed past me. Gil elbowed me in the ribs on his way out.

After they left, Professor Bartoli turned to me with an anxious look on her face.

"I'm sorry to have involved you in this, but I didn't know what else to do. I needed a witness in case they tried to pull something if I faced them alone and you are one of the few students I knew I could trust."

"No worries, Professor. You can probably tell I'm not too fond of them either."

"Well, thank you. Maybe when this is over, I'll treat you to another Italian dinner," she said, smiling.

"I'll look forward to it, as long as it doesn't cause any conflicts for you," I replied.

"That all depends upon how good a term paper you turn in," she replied, smiling.

After leaving Professor Bartoli's office, I headed for the gym, expecting another confrontation with Gil and the hockey team. To my surprise, the locker room was practically empty.

"Where is everybody?" I asked Tripp.

"Since there's no game today, the team is practicing later tonight. We have the gym to ourselves this afternoon," he replied.

Workout went great for the first fifteen minutes, until I got a telepathic message from Marge.

{Master, Gil is here. He's angry and demanding sex. What do you want me to do with him?}

{Are you safe? Is he threatening you?} I telepathed.

{Don't worry about me. I can handle the little worm. I just wondered if you wanted me to blue ball him before I send him away,} she replied.

"Holy shit, Ross. How many of those are you going to do? You're up to 25 already!" Tripp's voice broke into my internal conversation with Marge.

I was so distracted with Marge that I lost track of the number of chest presses I was doing. "Oh, sorry. I guess I got into such a rhythm that I lost count. 25 you say?"

"That was 200 pounds and you made it look easy! Are you sure I can't get you to join the team?" he asked, while we traded places.

I did my best to focus on spotting Tripp while I "talked" with Marge. I had a plan for controlling Gil, but the thought of what I needed to do made me queasy.

{Marge, I want you to let Gil fuck you,} I telepathed.

{Are you sure, Master? I'll do it if that's what you want. You know I'll do anything you ask of me, Master.}

{Good girl, I'll--}

"Ross, a little help here?" Tripp huffed, as he tried to lift the barbell back into the rack.

"Oh, sorry," I said as I put the weighted bar into its cradle.

"Are you okay? You seem distracted," Tripp commented.

"Just a lot going on, um, with finals and all."

"Yeah, I get you man," he replied as we moved to the leg press machine.

{Master, are you alright?} Marge asked.

{Yeah, just in the middle of something. Let me know the minute he leaves, I'll come right over.}

{Could you do something so I don't come while he's inside me? I'm really sensitive there now and I don't want him to get the idea that I enjoy him.}

{Oh, sure,} I telepathed the change she requested.

"Fuck, Ross, you must really be distracted. You're pressing 300 pounds!" Tripp noted.

We were almost done with our workout when I got another message from Marge.

{Master, he just left. Now what?}

{Stay where you are, don't bother getting dressed. I'm on my way.}

I made my excuses to Tripp and jogged to Marge's dorm room.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked when she opened the door. She was naked under her bathrobe. I could see she was much thinner than she looked before her enthrallment, further proof that she was adhering to the diet and exercising regimen I required of her.

I waited until she shut the door. "Is his cum still inside you?"

"Yes, but I was going to--"

"Lie on your back. I'm going to try an experiment based on a theory that Frankie suggested," I replied.

"What theory? What are going to do?" she asked, as she got into bed.

"You'll see," I said as I crawled between her legs. I inhaled the now familiar smell of her nectar along with another, muskier scent--Gil's cum.

"Oh no! Let me clean myself first!" she protested, closing her legs, realizing what I was about to do.

"Please hold still," I instructed as I locked my arms under her hips. "I want to find out if I can control Gil's orgasms by tasting his cum. It works on girls, maybe it works on guys, too."

I moved closer to her sodden opening, but when I stuck out my tongue, the thought of tasting Gil's cum made me start to retch. In theory, this shouldn't have bothered me. I mean, I'm a sex demon. I'm supposed to like this stuff, right? But all I could think was that I'm a guy about to eat another guy's cum. I knew there were guys who enjoyed that sort of thing, and not just gay guys, either.

"Master? Are you alright?" Marge asked. She had propped herself up on her elbows and as looking at me from between her legs.

"Yeah. Just give me a second."

I got up and removed my clothes. If I was going to do this, I was going to have to channel more of my inner demon, and the easiest way to do that was to transform. I focused and braced myself, and the feeling of thousands of tiny knives cutting my skin returned as I morphed into demon form.

(Demon)

I scoffed at my squeamish human-self for refusing to taste male sperm. To teach him a lesson, I made sure he was consciously aware of the flavor as I ate out my slutty servant. It would also make us even for denying me my first taste of a virgin orgasm last night.

I drove my tongue deep inside my servant's dripping cunt. It was filled with her signature truffles and cloves energy aura along with something that tasted like pork rinds and sour milk--the male's cum. I memorized its taste and composition, hoping for the opportunity to acquire more of that particular male's testosterone-enriched aura in the future.

I'm not fussy when it comes to eating aura-powered cum, especially male cum. It contains more energy than female cum, although its flavor is usually not as pleasant; but that doesn't bother me. It could taste like fermented bat shit or week-old vomit, for all I cared, I'd still enjoy it. I probed deeper into my slave's tasty twat and lapped up all the sexual goodness she saved for me.

Not satisfied with sucking in all the cum that was inside her, I decided to refresh her supply. I pressed my tongue against all those special places that would raise her arousal.

{Oh fuck, Master! Your tongue feels so good! Eat me more. Please. Make your servant cum}.

She clamped her thighs around my head and grabbed my horns, urging me to keep going even deeper and harder into her horny hole. Nothing is more pleasing than hearing a slave begging to cum--and she would be allowed to cum, eventually. But not before I had a little more fun with her first. She was my toy, and I played with her, bringing her to the brink, only to hold her there on the edge. Using only my tongue, I made her ride a wave of arousal that was on the verge of cresting over her. She begged and whimpered for it. But I kept it growing, casting her in its shadow as it loomed over her, promising to drown her in its abundance when it broke. It grew until she feared its ferocity, even as she pleaded to me to let her cum...

... and then I did. It swept her below its blissful waters and pulled her down into the depths of its various eddies. She would occasionally emerge with barely enough time for a gulp of air before being pulled under again and again in a flood of endless spasms and clenches. She squirmed and writhed beneath me, rolling onto her side as her hands tried to push me away, but still I persisted, determined to induce more aura and get drunk on its excesses.

{MASTER! PLEASE! I CAN'T BREATHE!}

(Ross)

The thought shouted itself into my consciousness, and I morphed back into human form, shoving my demonic desires back into my depths. My face was covered in cum as I sat up. Marge's legs were closed with her hands covering her crotch as she gasped for air. Her unseeing eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling. Her skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration, her well-coifed hair now disheveled.

She was still in the early stages of recovery when I got up to wash my face and remove the remnants of her orgasm. When I returned, she was still breathing deeply, her breasts heaving up and down, but the color had returned to her face.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, getting dressed.

She nodded. {Oh my God, Master! That was amazing!} she thought, too breathless to speak.

"I hope that wasn't too intense for you, but channeling my demon was the only way I could bring myself to eat Gil's cum."

{Oh, no, Master, I loved it! I only wish I could have given you more,} she telepathed, as her breathing slowed.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, and she sat up beside me. She leaned her head against my shoulder and wrapped an arms around me, pressing her breasts into my side.

I looked into her eyes.

"You gave more than enough. I only needed a little taste, but I got grossed out by the thought of eating Gil's cum. I knew I could do it as a demon, but he--we got greedy," I explained.

"It's okay, Master. I am happy to serve you," she replied. Then, after a pause, she asked, "Was the taste and texture as bad as you thought?"

I hesitated before answering. My demon part loved it, and it definitely gave me a lot more energy and made me feel more sexually aggressive. Which may have been a factor in ravishing Marge as much as I did. But the most uncomfortable truth was about the taste. As much as wanted it to be disgusting, it wasn't. In fact--

"I might be able to get used to it," I admitted finally, as I got up and headed for the door.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Back to the gym to take a shower, and to see if this worked."

"Master, if it's a shower you need, you're welcome to use mine. It's big enough for both of us and I would be happy to wash you while you fuck me, if you'd like," she offered.

"Uh, thanks, but I need to be in the locker room when the hockey team is in there."

"Good luck!" she said to my back as I closed the door.

The hockey players were just getting changed when I got there. I could sense Gil's aura--I was definitely locked into it. But because he had recently cum, his aura wasn't very big or bright, so it was going to take a lot of energy to get the results I was hoping for.

I stood off to the side as Gil and his teammates were changing into their practice gear. I waited until he and a couple of his teammates were naked before hitting him with a large dose of lust energy. His cock immediately sprang to life.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, but just loud enough for the two guys closest to him to hear him.

"Hey, Gil, does my body turn you on that much?" Claude, the teammate next to him joked.

"No, it doesn't, shithead. I'm not queer. I swear. I just fucked Marge Collinsworth before coming here," Gil bragged.

That's when I hit him with another jolt of lust.

"Oh shit," he muttered. He grabbed his dick and started masturbating.

"Hey everybody! Horny gay Gil is at it again!" Bernard, the teammate in the locker across from him announced.

The rest of the team started to gather around to see for themselves. He was bent over nearly double, trying to hide his embarrassment while still pleasuring himself as he pushed his way past the growing crowd towards the bathroom stalls. His aura was at its breaking point. He only needed one more little nudge to push him over the edge--

--So, of course, I gave it to him.

"Ooh, gross!" one of the half-naked hockey players shouted, as the first rope of goo shot out of Gil's cock. He quickly jumped out of the way of that first spurt while Gil hurried towards the privacy of the bathroom, leaving streaks of cum on the floor. He stepped in a small puddle and nearly slipped before reaching the nearest empty stall.

I casually made my way to the showers, carefully avoiding the white splotches that Gil left behind. By the time I was out of the shower, the rest of the hockey team had suited up and was on the ice, leaving just me and Gil alone in the locker room.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, glowering at me.

"Just taking a shower after my workout. I see that the rumors I heard are true," I replied casually.

"Oh, fuck off!"

Not wishing to gloat, I made my way back to my locker to get dressed. While I was dressing, I got a text and a telepathic message from Frankie.

Frankie: Hey, Zucchini Boy! Come to the house. I have a surprise for you. {And no fair peeking by mind reading. I want this to be a real surprise.}

Me: Ok. Give me 20 mins. {I promise not to peek.}

Frankie: Ring the bell and wait for me to let you in.

***

(Bailie, earlier)

I walked across the porch and faced the front door. Of all the sorority and frat houses I had to walk past to get to my classes, this was the one I dreaded the most. The girls would go out of their way to taunt and tease me. Yet here I was about to ring their doorbell. What was I thinking?

I pressed the button and heard the chime inside. My heart pounded in my chest. What kind of rude remarks or insults will they hurl at me now?

The door opened and the bleach blonde with the large chest greeted me.

"Hi, Mousey! What are you doing here?"

"Um, hi. I'm here to see Frankie," I replied timidly.

"Who is it?" an unidentified voice inside asked.

"It's Mousey!" the big chested blonde announced.

"That's for me," I heard Frankie's voice on the other side of the door.

The door opened wider and there was the girl with purple hair and multiple facial piercings.

"Come in, Bailie," she said, stepping aside.

I walked into the living room where groups of girls were sitting in front of a Christmas tree. I heard murmurs of "Mousey" and "what's she doing here?" as I walked in.

"Listen up, you cunts. This is Bailie and she's my guest here, so I want you all to treat her with respect. And the next cunt that calls her 'Mousey' is going to be on toilet cleaning duty for a week. You got that?" Frankie announced to the group.

"Yes, Mistress," "Yes, Frankie," was murmured in the room.

"Follow me," Frankie instructed as she started up the large staircase.

I followed her up and she led me to a large bedroom at the top of the stairs.

"Shut the door," she said when we were both inside.

She sat down on the bed and smiled at me, "So, you really want to learn how to suck cock?"

My mouth suddenly went dry as I blushed and nodded.

"What have you practiced with so far?" she asked.

"Practice? What do you mean?"

"You know, with a dildo... A cucumber?... A carrot?... Maybe a finger or two?" she looked at me disappointedly.

"N-No," I replied.

"Fuck. You really are a newbie. Okay, let's start with a toy," she said, as she got up and went over to the bedstand.

She opened the bottom drawer and started taking out various cylindrical, plastic products of differing sizes, shapes, and colors, although most of them were flesh colored. There were other 'things' made of metal or had metal in them, most likely vibrators.

"Here," she said, handing me one of the smaller dildoes, "Put this in your mouth."

I picked it up with my thumb and forefinger and looked at it. I was shaped like a penis made of soft plastic, with a realistic-looking head and a veiny shaft, about 6-inches long, not counting the plastic scrotum at the end.

"Go ahead. It's clean. We wash everything before we put them back into the drawer," she said, watching me.

I gingerly put the tip in my mouth until my teeth rested against the little depression just past the head.

"Don't use your hands! Hold it in with just your mouth and lips, and whatever you do, never put your teeth on it," she instructed.

I let go with my hands and tried to hold the plastic dick in my mouth using just my lips, but the weight of the scrotal end of the dildo caused it to droop.

"It's easier if you put more of it in your mouth," Frankie said as she shoved another three inches of plastic into my mouth.

The tip of the plastic cock hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. My eyes were watering, and my mouth filled with thick saliva. I pulled the plastic dick out of my mouth and gasped for air.

"For cripes sake, Bailie. That's one of the smallest dildoes we have. Ross is a lot bigger than that," she noted. There was an edge of frustration in her voice.

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't ready to take so much in my mouth all at once," I explained.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.

"Yes, I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel."

"Those orgasms felt really good, didn't they?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Oh my God! You have no idea--oh, well, maybe you do," I replied.

"They're addictive too, aren't they? No matter how many you have, you wish you could have just one more," she grinned.

"Addictive? No, they're... well, I guess they are," I admitted.

"What would you do to have his dick inside you right now?" she asked.

Remembering how good it felt inside me, I quickly blurted the answer, "Anything."

"Prove it!" she said, holding up the plastic dildo.

I grabbed the plastic cock and put about two inches into my mouth, holding it in with just my lips.

"You've got to want it more than that," she taunted.

I slowly pushed another inch into my mouth until the tip just barely grazed the back of my throat. My eyes watered a bit, but I didn't gag.

"Good, now let's see how long you can hold it there," she said as she turned to rummage through the rest of the toys piled up on the bed.

My pulse quickened as I carefully breathed through my nose. My mouth filled with saliva and I gingerly swallowed, being careful not to touch my throat against the plastic intruder.

Finding what she was looking for, Frankie turned back to me. "Are you rubbing your tongue against the bottom of the dildo?"

"Ngh, ngh," I replied, shaking my head.

"Well, fuck, Bailie. You're a smart girl. Use your brains. Look, the most sensitive part of a dick is right here, rubbing your tongue against that drives men wild," she explained, holding a larger, realistic-looking cock in her hand. She pointed to a small area just under the tip.

"Do that now, using the back of your tongue."

I pressed the back of my tongue against the tip of the plastic penis, rubbing it back and forth. As I did, my tongue started to push the dildo out of my mouth. I grabbed it with my hands and pushed it back in. That made Frankie smile.

"That's good. Okay, let's try something else. I'm going to slowly fuck your mouth and as I move the dildo in and out, I want you to keep your tongue rubbing against the bottom of the tip at all times. Got it?"

I nodded my head with the dildo in my mouth.

Frankie grabbed the plastic balls and slowly pulled the cock out of my mouth until the tip was just barely against my lips while I kept as much of my tongue moving back and forth against the underside as she did. Then she slowly pushed it back in again until I could only rub it with the very back of my tongue.

She continued, moving the cock in and out, picking up speed as she went along. She kept going even while saliva drooled out of the corners of my mouth. Finally, she pulled it out and I gasped for breath and wiped my chin.

"Good. Now let's try this one," she announced holding up a longer, wider version.

It was thicker by almost half as much and at least four inches longer.

"Frankie, no I can't--mb!" I said as she shoved it between my lips.

"If you're going to suck Ross's cock, you'd better practice on something closer to his size," she explained.

She pushed about two inches of the bigger cock into my mouth, and I wiggled my tongue against it before I started to retch.

I pulled it out and gasped for air. "I can't do it," I gasped.

"You want to please him, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"You're addicted to his cock, aren't you?"

Again, I said "yes" and nodded.

"If this was his cock, would you put it in your cunt?" she asked holding up the larger dildo.

"Yes," I nodded, as I reached for the large plastic penis.

She snatched it out of reach.

"Not so fast. Would you put it in your mouth?" she asked, holding it tantalizingly just out of reach.

"Yes," I replied, eyeing the flesh-colored baton.

"Do you know what that makes you? It makes you a cock slut," she gibed.

"No," I muttered.

"Yes, slut. You're no better than any of these other horny cunts in this house. You're a cock slut," she taunted.

"Stop saying that."

She put the larger dildo into her own mouth and made moaning noises as she sucked it. Then she took it out and held it in front of my face, its plastic veins glistened with her saliva.

"Say it, slut. Say you're a cock slut."

"N-No."

"Take off your clothes."

"What!?" I asked.

"You heard me. Take them off. Look, if you want me to help you, you're going to have to follow my directions," she remanded.

I slowly started to unbutton my sweater.

"Faster, slut, or the lesson is over," she ordered, impatiently slapping the dildo against her palm while she waited.

I tore off my sweater, shirt, and pants as quickly as I could. When I slipped out of my underwear, she shook her head and made a "tsk" sound.

"What?" I asked as she took a step forward.

Suddenly, her hand was at my crotch, and I felt two fingers probing my labia.

"Aha! I thought so! You're a horny cock slut, just like I said," she trumpeted, holding her two moist fingers in my face. The smell of my arousal was unmistakable.

She made a show of putting those fingers into her mouth and licking them off one at a time. Then she held up the large dildo and ran the tip down my body, between my breasts, over my stomach and against my crotch.

"You want this big cock inside you, don't you, slut?" she teased, rubbing the dildo between my labia.

The feel of those veiny lumps against my clit felt good. I bent my knees, opening my thighs and leaned into the large intruder. She pushed the tip against my opening.

"Yes," I said, closing my eyes and relaxing my core to allow the large object inside me.

"Good," she said, as she removed the dildo and held it at my lips, "Then suck it, slut. Lick your horny juices off the tip and pleasure this cock with your tongue."

I took it from her and tasted myself as I opened my mouth as wide as I could to get the hard plastic dick into my mouth. I managed to get the head inside and I slathered it with my tongue, while Frankie made encouraging remarks.

I felt aroused--no, more than that, I was horny! I couldn't believe how horny I felt. The nudity, the taunting, the deliciously perverse feeling I got from tasting my own juices all combined to loosen my inhibitions and lose all sense of decency. Frankie was right, I wanted to suck that cock for my own pleasure. I wanted to be the slut she said I was. I grabbed the thick plastic and pushed it further into my mouth, tonguing the underside as it approached my throat.

"That's a good slut," Frankie coaxed in a pleased voice.

I pushed it in further. I wanted to swallow that cock as it touched the back of my throat.

That's when my cough reflex kicked in and I started choking and gagging. Frankie pulled the large intruder out of my mouth.

"That's enough, slut. It's time for your next lesson and a little beautification."

"What lesson?" I coughed when I was able to take a breath.

"We've worked on your tongue and upper lips, now let's see how much pleasure you can give with your cunt and lower lips. Put this inside you," she said, holding up the large dildo.

I took the plastic penis and opened my thighs and carefully slid it inside me.

"Deeper--and then hold it in without using your hands."

I looked at her like she had two heads. "Are you serious?"

"You can do it, slut. Try," she encouraged.

I pushed it in further, and a quiet moan escaped my lips as it slid against my clit and G-spot. I felt full as I clenched tightly, trying to hold it in. Then I carefully released my hand. I felt it slipping as my muscles pushed it out. I grabbed it with my hand to prevent it from slipping further.

"I can't. I keep pushing it out!" I protested.

"You can do it. Hold it in by using your outer muscles and relaxing your inner muscles," she explained.

What was she talking about? Outer muscles? Inner muscles? Aren't they all the same? I wondered.

I must have made some interesting facial expressions in my attempt to squeeze some muscles and relax others while trying not to accidently pee on the floor. Frankie looked on with amusement while I tried working different internal and pelvic muscles to keep the plastic intruder inside of me. Finally, I found the right combination as I cautiously removed my hand from the two inches of thick plastic sticking out of me. I held my hands up in triumph as the dildo stayed in place! I had a satisfied grin on my face.

"Good work, slut. Now, follow me," she said as she headed for the door.

"What? No. Where are we going?" I asked as I reached for the dildo inside me.

"No hands. Keep it inside you and follow me," she instructed.

I squeezed my muscles in place and kept my thighs together as I "duck-walked" awkwardly after her. She opened the bedroom door and walked out into the hallway and stopped at the top of the stairs.

"I-I can't go out there, I'm naked," I implored her.

Frankie turned to look at me.

"Why not? We're all girls here."

"But it's embarrassing. I've got this thing inside me."

"First of all, it's not a 'thing,' it's a dildo. Embrace your inner horny slut self and call it that. Prudes don't enjoy their bodies, sluts do, so deal with it. Second, every cunt in here has gone through the same training. Why do you think guys fall all over themselves to get dates with us? It's because we have tight cunts and enjoy great sex. So, get your horny naked ass out here and follow me--and don't you dare touch that dildo with your hands," she replied.

I carefully followed her out into the hallway, keeping my knees and thighs as close together as possible. But then she started to go down the stairs!

"Wait. Frankie, I can't--"

"Shut up, slut, and from this point on, you're going to address me as Mistress," she demanded.

I got to the top of the stairs and looked down.

"Frankie, I--"

She glowered at me.

"Mistress, please, isn't there some other way?" I asked.

"Let's go, slut. I don't have all night. One step at a time,"

"Fuck," I said under my breath. Great. Now I'm swearing.

I squeezed hard as I slowly edged one foot over the step. But in descending, I lost my grip on the dildo, and it slipped completely out of me and landed on the step with a thud.

"You'll have to do better than that!" Frankie admonished, picking up the dildo.

She held it against my lips.

"Clean it off and put it back in," she commanded.

I dutifully sucked and licked the dildo clean and replaced it back inside me. But at least I was one step closer to the bottom of the stairs. A couple of girls heard the commotion and stood underneath the staircase looking up with grins on their faces.

Another step down, and again I dropped the dildo.

Frankie didn't say a word. She just picked it up and held it against my lips. Again, I cleaned it with my mouth and tongue and stuck it back inside. There were now four girls looking up at me. Frankie looked at them.

"Alright bitches, if you want to help, you know the routine. Every other step," she directed.

The girls excitedly stripped and bounded up the steps while I went down a third step and dropped the dildo again. This time I didn't wait for prompting as I picked it up, cleaned it off, and put it back inside me. Once it was inside, I noticed one of the girls standing on the step below me, smiling anxiously.

"Keep going," Frankie instructed.

Another step and another drop.

This time, the naked girl standing on the side of the step picked it up. But instead of handing me the dildo, she sucked it and then stuck it between her legs, moaning slightly when she pushed it all the way in. That's when I noticed she had the Greek letters "beta" and "iota" tattooed on her shaved mons. She moved it in and out a couple of times before removing it and handing it to me.

"Okay slut, clean it off and put it back in," Frankie instructed, smiling.

"But Frankie--I mean, Mistress, she just..." my protest died when I saw the look on her face. I stuck the dildo in my mouth and licked it off.

"If you don't want to lick their juices, then try harder to keep it in," Frankie said flatly, indicating the line of girls waiting on the stairs.

There was no one waiting on the next step, but there was one on the step below that one. She too, had the "beta" and "iota" letters tattooed on her naked mons. Looking down the stairs, they all did. I pushed the dildo back inside me as far as it would go and squeezed tight as I gingerly descended the next step. It slowly slipped down and was half out by the time my foot hit the lower step. But when I tried to bring my following foot down, the weight of the dildo was too much to hold, and it slipped out altogether. Still, it was progress.

"Shit," I muttered as I picked it up and put it back into my mouth.

I eyed the face of the girl standing on the step just below me. She wet her lower lip as she smiled back at me.

I gritted my teeth as I shoved the plastic penis back inside. It slid in easily, and I realized I was lubricating a lot more now than when I started. Keeping the dildo in place just got harder. 'Fuck.'

I clenched as hard as I could and took the next step. The dildo slowly dropped a couple of inches, but most of it was still inside. My best effort yet. My trailing foot hit the lower step, and the dildo slid out another inch, but I was still holding onto it--barely.

I breathed a sigh of relief in triumph, but as I did, the well-lubricated toy continued to slip, aided by gravity, and fell onto the step even as I tried to squeeze my thighs together.

"FUCK!" I yelled in frustration.

The girl on the step picked up the dildo and put it in her mouth, tasting my juices before sticking it between her legs and masturbated herself with the toy.

"You taste nice," she said, looking at me.

"Emma! No talking! You know the rule, now you take the next step for her and if you drop it, I'm shoving it up your ass and making you clean it off," Frankie growled.

The girl turned beet red and shoved the toy inside her and took a step down. The dildo didn't budge! She then removed the plastic dick and handed it to me. I took my "free" step down and cleaned it off and shoved it firmly into place.

The girl on the next step was the bleach blonde with the big boobs. She gave me a friendly smile and a wink, and I got the impression she would gladly take a step for me if I wanted her to. I counted the steps below me. 'Eleven more. Fuck.'

"There are eighteen altogether if you're interested, slut," Frankie commented, following my gaze.

I clenched tightly and stepped down quickly, thinking I wouldn't give the plastic toy enough time to slip out. But I hit the lower step a little too fast and the momentum forced the dildo to slide out and it landed on the step with another thud.

"This is impossible!" I said as the big-boobed blonde cleaned off my juices before sticking it in her cunt.

"It's all just a matter of training. Show her, Boobs. Get it nice and wet and then jump," she ordered the blonde.

"Boobs" masturbated quickly, shoving the veiny intruder in and out of her hole as fast as she could until a wet sheen could clearly be seen on the plastic cock. Then she shoved it in and hopped up and down a few times, her large breasts bobbing alluringly in front of me.

"That's enough, Boobs. I only meant once. You don't have to show off," Frankie chuckled.

"Boobs" stood still, and her tits stopped jiggling a second or two later. The dildo was still in place. It hadn't budged at all!

"Holy shit!" I said under my breath, as I took the dildo back after she handed it to me. Once again, I cleaned it off and shoved it inside.

Four more girls had come to investigate what was happening on the stairs. They had already stripped naked and positioned themselves on the lower steps while Boobs was bouncing.

Another step and another drop. Nine steps to go. I recognized the girl on the next step. She was the petite red-headed freshman who usually came to the diner with another freshman who I saw four steps below her. When I stepped down, I managed to keep the dildo in, but it had slipped down enough that it fell onto the step below me before I could make the transition.

The redhead picked up the large dildo, cleaned it off, masturbated with it, and handed it to me with a sympathetic smile. There seemed to be a "sweet spot" in stepping down. Too fast and gravity and momentum helped slide it out of me. Too slow and I couldn't hold my grip long enough during the transition from one foot to the other.

The dildo fell out on the next step, my eleventh, and the girl waiting on the next step looked eager to taste my juices on the plastic dick. I timed my step carefully and managed to hold it in without slipping!

The girl looked disappointed, but the dildo didn't budge. I kept my grip, not wanting to celebrate too soon for fear of losing my hold. A sideways glance at Frankie showed her suppressing a smile.

I managed two more steps before I lost my grip and the dildo fell out. I was lubricating copiously at this point and was surprised I lasted this long. There was no girl on that step, so I sucked on my own juices, and realized I was beginning to enjoy the taste!

With the dildo back in place, I kept a tight grip and a steady pace down the remaining three steps without losing the toy, although it had slipped about an inch or more.

"Nice work, slut. Half of those cunts you passed on the stairs couldn't do as well on their first try. Now keep it inside and follow me to the basement," she said, smiling as she walked down the hall.

The basement! Oh, fuck.

Walking on a level surface wasn't nearly as challenging as descending stairs. I took a few "duck-walk" steps and found it to be so much easier to keep the dildo in place compared with the stairs. I began to lengthen my stride to keep up with Frankie, only to have the damned thing slide halfway out. Then, when I clenched to keep it from sliding any further, I ended up pushing it out instead.

Thud.

"Fuck!"

Frankie scowled at me and shook her head. "Dropping it in the hallway? Really, slut? That's what happens when you get too cocky. I ought to make you go back upstairs and start all over."

"Fran--I mean, Mistress, no!"

She picked up the dildo and placed it against my lips. "Open," she commanded.

When I opened my mouth, she shoved it inside and started fucking my mouth with it.

"Don't forget to use your tongue," she said sternly, as she rotated it while shoving it in and out of my mouth. After about a minute, she removed it from my mouth and stuck it between my legs and fucked me briefly before handing it back to me.

"Clean it off and put it back in, slut. This exercise isn't just about strengthening your pelvic muscles; it's also about keeping your focus. Remember, you want to keep your cunt nice and tight when you're in the middle of a fuck session. You shouldn't have to think about it, it should come naturally. Now follow me, and if you drop it in the hallway again, I will make you start all over!"

By now, I was lubricating so much, I felt it dripping down my leg. Fortunately, it was only a few more steps to the top of the basement stairs and I kept my thighs as close together as I could. I heard snickering behind me and realized I was being followed by the girls from the stairs.

When Frankie opened the basement door, one of the girls called out to her. It was the one called "Boobs."

"Mistress, is Bailie joining the house?"

Frankie looked at me before answering.

"No, she's here as my guest and I agreed to train her," she replied.

"But the rules state--" Boobs began.

"I know all about the rules. Bailie is Zucchini Boy's girlfriend. Do I need to explain any further than that?" she asked.

The crowd of girls behind me started whispering amongst themselves. I heard the word "girlfriend" mentioned a few times. But who was Zucchini Boy?... Ross?

"You're lucky, there's only fourteen steps to the basement and the steps aren't wide enough for the girls to stand on the side. Follow me," she explained as she started down the steps.

I followed, but I was so wet, I dropped the dildo four more times on the way down.

"Can everybody make it down the stairs without dropping the dildo?" I asked when I got to the bottom of the stairs as the rest of the girls followed me.

Frankie laughed. "We have contests to see who can make it the fastest from the third floor to the basement and back up again without dropping it; and we use a bigger, heavier dildo than the one you have in you now. The relays are fun, too," she explained.

"Three flights of stairs without dropping!" I marveled.

"Mistress is undefeated," one of the girls exclaimed. She was the one Frankie called "Emma."

"Show her your trick, Mistress," Boobs called out.

"Yeah!" the crowd of girls echoed.

"Okay, bitches, but only because you've been nice to Bailie," she replied, smiling.

Frankie took off her clothes, displaying all her piercings and tattoos. "Give me the dildo," she said, standing up and holding out her hand.

When I handed it to her, she stuck it in her mouth and cleaned my juices off before bending her knees and opening her thighs, putting only about 3 inches of the 10-inch dildo inside her. She carefully took away her hand and held the dildo in place between her legs.

"That's impressive," I exclaimed.

The girls behind me giggled.

"Watch!" Boobs exclaimed.

Frankie walked a few steps to her right, before turning around and walking back. It was her normal stride, and the dildo never moved! Then, she stood in front of me and put her hands on her hips as she rippled her abdominal muscles. Her face got flushed as the dildo slowly ascended inside her. It took about two minutes, but when she was done, only about an inch of the thick dildo could be seen sticking out of her!

"Holy shit!" I murmured.

She kept the dildo in place when she looked at me. "Okay, slut, demonstration over. Time for your beautification treatment. Haley, Crissy, get the scissors, razor, and shaving cream. Slut, get in the shower and wash your pubes. Make sure you get them good and wet."

After I showered, Frankie had me sit on the edge of a plastic stool with my legs spread wide while she squatted in front of me. The petite redhead named Haley handed Frankie the scissors and she began to trim my bush.

"Don't hide that beautiful pussy of yours with a bunch of hair. Besides, you won't believe how good this feels when he eats you out," Frankie explained.

After trimming the hair closely, Frankie reached underneath her and pulled out the dildo.

"Here, suck on this and don't take it out of your mouth until I tell you," she instructed.

I sucked on the plastic penis, tasting Frankie's juices while she applied warm lather to my mons and carefully scraped off the remaining stubble of hair. The feel of the razor against my sensitive skin, along with Frankie's fingers so close to my clit made me quite horny, and I sucked on that plastic cock like it was the most delicious thing I ever put in my mouth, moaning constantly.

When she was finished, Frankie looked at her work with a big smile. "Well, slut, what do you think?"

I took the dildo out of my mouth and looked down. I was completely bald! I touched the smooth skin and nearly came. It was so sensitive.

"Okay, rinse off and put the dildo back in. Then we're going back upstairs," she said, before turning to the rest of the girls, "That's it, bitches, show's over. Go back to what you were doing."

Disappointed groans were heard as the girls started up the stairs.

After rinsing off, Frankie threw me a towel and I carefully patted myself dry, because rubbing the towel over my mons would have made me cum for certain.

Going upstairs with the dildo was a lot easier than going down. I managed to climb both flights of steps dropping only half a dozen times.

Back on the second floor, Frankie had me take out the dildo and wash it with soap and water in a nearby bathroom.

When I got back to the bedroom, Frankie was dressed and had her phone out.

"Here's your dildo. Do you want me to put it back in the drawer?"

"No. Take it home with you and practice with it. It's my gift to you," she replied, smiling at me.

"Oh, no. I couldn't. You've done enough for me already."

"Bailie, take it, I insist," she replied.

"But I don't have anything I can give you in return."

"No need, although I'm sure we can come up with something eventually," she said knowingly.

"Who are you texting?"

"I'm texting Ross. You did such a good job that I thought we'd get rid of the plastic and go for the real thing," she replied.

"You're going to have him come here?"

"Why not? It's not like he's cheating on you... although it would be fun to try and trick him into thinking he was. What do you think, slut?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"I guess I do have something I can give you in return. Let's have some fun together... Mistress."

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Next Chapter: Bailie and Frankie have their way with Ross.