The State - Chapter 3

After what seemed like 20 or 30 minutes of this pure relaxing bliss, Mara started exploring the mouthse in a little more detail, experimenting with licking the sides and tickling the ridge where the head met the shaft. She was immediately rewarded with additional massage strokes, varied by position & intensity depending on how she sucked, licked and nibbled.

She felt a warmth in her manhole and a thought fluttered across her brain. This must be what everyone gets so excited about for their 18th. The sudden epiphany flooded her with euphoria. It was the Ceremony of Readiness, and she was feeling ready. Her pelvis started to lift and tilt of its own accord and she found herself wishing she could grind against something.

It was an incredible feeling to know that you were Right, that being a Good Girl all your life meant you could now experience this for the first time in the full knowledge that you were doing your duty for society and The State.

Women everywhere quoted the Ceremony of Readiness as being the defining point in their lives, where they fully realised their gratitude and importance of civic duty to the State.

Meanwhile, the official reports described improved composure, stronger loyalty to the State, and a reduced incidence of what the Body called "unregulated self exploration".

It was no wonder Teachers were so highly revered.

Mara heard the snap of latches on either side of the massage table. Without warning, she felt the table tilt from the centre point around her hips. Her legs lowered until her feet were near standing, her body almost at a right angle, but still fully supported by the table.

It was an odd feeling to have her body placed without her will, but, she reminded herself, her body was merely an instrument of the State.

Surrendering her physical form to the ritual, she didn't resist the tug of the strong hands around her ankles, as her legs were guided as far apart as she could stretch in that position. The hands were removed. She felt a pang of loss - her body had melted in response to their touch and wanted to feel it again.

She felt a cool, smooth, slippery fabric fall across her ankle. Then the jerk of a knot being tightened, first around one spread-eagled ankle, then the other.

A moment later, she felt the warm flesh of Marcus's thighs against hers and moaned involuntarily around the mouthse. There was a pause. She tried to push her body back into him, only realising as she did so that with her legs strapped, she had limited scope for movement.

Pushing back harder, trying to to press her skin against his, she realised the problem. In her distracted animalistic state, she had stopped controlling the mouthse. And Marcus had correspondingly stopped too.

She almost lunged at it, pulling hard with her lips, swirling her tongue, almost choking herself right down to the base of the shaft, and was rewarded as Marcus drove something home in to her manhole. The sensations were incredible - internal friction in a place she'd never felt it before; a hot hard ramming inside her.

A rhythm built, the wet sound of her sucking and gagging as she pulled the mouthse in as far as it would go; overlaid with the sound of skin slapping against skin. She heard a gutteral panting behind her & realised that her Teacher was every bit as excited and ready to give his body over to the ritual as she was.

Marcus's shaft entered and slid within her manhole expertly and repeatedly. She was aware of a feeling in her body that she couldn't describe, but she knew it was building.

She sucked she mouthse into her throat as hard and as deep as she could, knowing only that she didn't want this to stop.

With a final thrust in her manhole, an explosion of sensation erupted in her pelvis. She cried out, as waves of pleasure rode though her, over and over again.

Too late she remembered the mouthse, which had fallen from her mouth when she cried out. She heard the shaft withdraw from her manhole with an audible squelch.

"Uggh, uughh," she cried out wordlessly in a panic, grabbing for the mouthse with her lips, only to find that it was withdrawing from her reach as she did so. Her manhole was pulsing and contracting, but it felt empty with Marcus's shaft and she longed for it to be put back inside her with every fibre of her being.

She heard a small chuckle that brought her back to reality.

"I think you enjoyed that," Marcus said nonchalantly.

She tried to nod emphatically, near impossible in her prone position, and gasped out some wordless noises of acquiescence instead.

"Good," he said, "That was Lesson 1."