Lessons 02

Preface

This story is inspired by the novella "Stalky & Co" and, in later chapters, by R. Kipling's "Kim." It is set in England in the early to mid-1800s, a time when the Empire was still powerful and Victorianism held it firmly in its grip.

During research into fashion, transportation, the education system, society, and various other topics, it became apparent that the era was characterized by an unprecedented sexual openness. While the influence of the Anglican Church did indeed lead to a certain prudishness, these rules were not applied as strictly above a certain social status or standing.

The influence of the colonies and their cultural diversity on the society of the British isles itself also affected social and moral developments of it's conventions. Many people seemed to be sexually quite active in a relatively uninhibited manner.

Homosexual sex between men was still considered unnatural and "obscene" and was practiced only behind closed doors. There have been many cases of blunt police violence against gay men. Women, on the other hand, were allowed to live together and establish households akin to marriage, including having sex.

The erotic literature mentioned, "The Pearl" and "Fanny Hill," are merely prominent examples of the abundance of erotic literature of the time and likely circulated widely in a college for young men. Both are available online for free.

The various sex toys are also not inventions of our time but have always been part of the sexual lives of many people, especially many women.

This story is a translation of my previously submitted text "Lektionen 02, Reifeprüfung".

Since this is a translation and I am not a native speaker, please leave a comment or contact me for suggestions and corrections on the use of English.

All sexually active individuals are adults. Any resemblance to existing people is purely coincidental.

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George and Arthur were confused and aroused at the same time. The pictures of the gaunt, skinny Mrs. Hunting haunted them like erotic ghosts and lead to having a permanent erection. Both had deeply imprinted images of her wide open, hairy pussy and her pushed forward saggy breasts, in their minds. Mrs. Hunting's longing look burned itself into their heads. After they had recovered from the shock they had received from the maid, their erotic longing returned and once again took hold of their confidence.

Desperately they went to the bathroom and sought relieve under the hot water of the showers. The dreams of that night were of the voluptuous large lipped, hairy pussy and the dangling, saggy tits of Mrs. Hunting. What a woman! What a body! What horniness!

Next day they had troubles following the lessons. In Mr. Hunting's math lesson their cognitive absence lead to a punishment. Of all the teachers they had they had to get into trouble with the man who's wife had shown them her naked body the previous evening. Both could not see the prudish Mr. Hunting mounting his horny hot wife. Still, while they fought with trigonometry, their fantasy produced images of them having wild sex on the veranda of their house.

Slowly they realized, that the events were not as unplanned or exceptional as they previously thought. They were lead into a trap from which they could not escape. Classic stale-mate. They broke one of the most important rules of the college and their counterpart was the wife of their housemaster. When in doubt, they would not stand a chance, it would be her word against theirs. They had to honor the invitation, which was more an order, and go to the appointment this evening. If they didn't, this could be the end of their career at the college. Knowing all this, they did not really object to the idea of having an evening at the Hunting's home.

After tea, they went across the large premises of the college to the bungalow of their housemaster. The porch to the garden stood invitingly open. The veranda was, other than yesterday, only dimly lit. Only one of the gas-lamps shed her soft light over the steps. Three torches showed them their way across the dusky lawn through the garden. The doors to the salon stood wide open as George and Arthur climbed the creaking steps. From the salon thy could hear voices. They were able to distinguish between two female voices, but neither could they make out what they were talking about, nor were they able to point out who the voices belonged to. Behind them, the torches went out one by one, dipping the garden in dusky darkness.

"Come in and close the doors, will you?" said one of the voices. That was definitely Mrs. Hunting. They had suspected her to be here, of course. The other voice, a soft alto, said: "Close the curtains, we are on a stage here." This was Mrs. Wimby, the large voluptuous wife of their headmaster. "Otherwise it it most welcome to be presented. But today that is hardly fitting!"

The salon was bathed in a warm candle light. After the doors had been closed and the heavy curtains were drawn, a warm erotic atmosphere took hold of the room.

Mrs. Hunting stood in the middle of the room, presenting two glasses of cherry. She smiled invitingly at George and Arthur, giving them a most welcome feeling. Almost instantly, both lost their nervousness. Mrs. Hunting wore a red very thin, almost see-through gown made of silk which was held together by a black lanyard around her waist. She took two steps and presented George and Arthur each a glass of sherry. "Drink! It will loosen you up a bit!"

Mrs. Wimby lay on a dark green ottoman. She had draped her large body lasciviously on the furniture. Her body was also shrouded in a large silken gown barely covering her huge breasts and hairy sex. Her legs were spread apart, one stood horizontal, the other lay flat on the fabric of the ottoman. She would have to move just a tad to reveal her pussy.

George and Arthur upended their glasses. Although they were not impermissible in this room but on direct orders of Mrs. Hunting, they did not feel quiet comfortable being here. They could still be expelled if caught.

Both women radiated a very direct unashamed erotic, which neither of the two young men had experienced so far. The sherry gave them back some of their courage to cope with this onslaught of sexual willfulness and with that, their inquisitiveness returned.

Mrs. Hunting sipped her sherry and smiled at them encouragingly over the rim of her glass. She put her glass down on a sideboard and opened the knot of her lanyard which held her gown closed. The black triangle of her pubic hair was barely visible under the silk. The stiff nipples of her sagging breasts pressed against the thin fabric and completed the erotic image. With another quick movement Mrs. Hunting opened her gown further and gave them a clear view of her treasures.

And, like true treasure hunters, George and Arthur began to search for the big "X" on the map of her body.

Her large, thick labia stood clearly visible out from her mass of coarse pubic hair. The prominent clit sat like a crowned queen on top of her sex and raised proudly its small head. From this small distance the black hair did not look as silky as yesterday evening. The stiff nipples of her saggy breasts were surrounded by large areolas and pointed accusingly at the two onlookers.

Mrs. Hunting enjoyed the astonished, disbelieving looks of the two young studs on her body. She did know that she did not fit any conventional ideal of beauty. However, she also knew, that she could rely on the fact that George and Arthur placed no value on ideals. They were horny and, like many other men in their state of mind, they didn't go for beauty any more. She increased the teasing and shifted her pelvis slightly forward, leaning her back against the sideboard thus giving the two of them a deeper view of her pussy. Her thick labia were slightly parted, opening the clef of her pussy. She felt her cunt begin to catch fire and become slightly moist. A faint scent of seaweed rose, almost imperceptibly, to her nose.

Mrs. Wimby had a perfect, wonderful view of her friends moist pussy. She also had a good view on the bulging trousers of the two young men, and smiled in anticipation. She turned her large body to get a better view of the action. In doing so, her gown opened as if by accident, and her heavy, large breasts spilled out.

Neither George nor Arthur knew were to look at first. Whether it was the gaunt Mrs. Hunting, whose wrinkled pussy lips dangled so seductively before their eyes, or Mrs. Wimby's thick, heavy tits, which reminded both of their governesses' heavy breasts. Both women exerted an irresistible attraction on the two of them.

Mrs. Wimby solved the tension of the situation by sitting up and taking George by the hand. She lead his hand to her enormous tits. And with a: "Kiss me!" she pulled him down to her. Her lips locked on to his and she began to push her tongue into his mouth, exploring the warm and wet inside. The feeling to be conquered by this rubenswoman was unique and Georges dick reacted accordingly.

For the first time in his life he touched the soft, smooth flesh of a woman's breast. Astonished and exited he explored the mountains and valleys of her body. At the same time she had her tongue between his lips and kissed him in a way he had never experienced before. His hand moved from the root of her tits to her areolas, discovered the slight change of the smoothness of her skin and went from there to her hard nipples.

"Both hands. Use both hand", Mrs. Wimby murmured with a little sigh. She smiled at him to encourage him. Willingly George let himself led by the experienced, mature woman. With new found courage, he started to feel her heavy breasts. By laying back and supporting her body by resting on her arms, she presented her tits to the curious George.

"You are doing fine."

All the while, Mrs. Hunting went into a different direction. Instead of letting Arthur explore her body, she had started a direct attack on his cock. By opening his trousers, she freed his already hard rod. For a short moment she just looked at the piece of stiff meat in her hands. Then she started to stroke the smooth skin on her lovers cock. She had to squat down to level her lips to his rod. While doing so, she opened her legs wide, giving her already warm and wet pussy a view of things to come. Her lips parted and with all the care she could muster she slipped her mouth over his prick. Arthur let out a soft moan as he could see his penis entering her mouth, feeling it's warm inside. Another moan came from his lips when Mrs. Hunting started to roll her tongue around his glans. Again and again she returned from deep fucking to sensible glans massage. Once she tried to enter the little slit at the top, which lead Arthur to shudder and produce some precum. To give her young stud enough time to cope with the new sensations, she let his member slip out of her mouth and began to kiss his balls. She let one of her fingers circle around his anus while holding his cock out of the way. Again, a little bit of precum was pressed through the little slit at the top of his red and oversensitive glans. Mrs. Hunting returned to giving head and pretty soon she found their rhythm. Arthur was astonished how warm and soft her mouth felt. He closed his eyes, leaned back a little and surrendered himself entirely to the intense pleasure Mrs. Hunting gave him.

Mrs. Wimby had changed places with George. He sat spread-legged on the ottoman while she had her Rubens body positioned between his legs. She had enveloped his rod with her huge tits, giving him a rhythmic massage with her warm, soft flesh. Once in a while his glans pushed through the mountains of flesh and she used those occasions to lick and kiss the tip of his penis. Her saliva and his drops precum ensured that the space between her breasts was well-lubricated. As soon as Arthur felt more secure, he began to make light fucking motions with his hips. Bucking lightly up and down he fucked Mrs. Wimby's tits, distributing his lubricant evenly along the clef.

Mrs. Wimby sneered at him: "Well, very talented my dear." In between she moved up to kiss him on his lips, giving him a taste of his own love-juice and musky scent.

She let him make a couple more fucking-motions, then she then she took control again, changing the rhythm and the pressure of her soft breasts against his cock. George lost his mind over the view he had. His hard rod between her large tits, his glistering glans appearing every once in a while, the bobbing head, when she bent down to kiss his tip. All that added up to one single feeling of overwhelming horniness. Nothing he had experienced so far had given him such an intense feeling. No amount of erotic literature or badly made wood-cuts ever had such an impact on him. Her provocative and inviting smiling, her huge breasts, her round, soft pelvis, everything lead to a boiling of his nuts. His own masturbating was, compared to this, just the tip of the iceberg of desire. Mrs. Wimby in her experience did sense the state her young stallion was in and loosened her grip around his shaft.

"Shhhh. The art of fucking is to control ones desire. That makes the whole affair more intense... for both", she said with an encouraging smile.

Again she changed places with George and positioned herself spread-legged on the ottoman. With her hands, she supported her huge ass and pulled her pussy lips open from underneath. Her wet pussy was eagerly awaiting attention, dripping juices in anticipation. George couldn't help but stare at the center of his longing fantasies and pipe dreams. Mrs. Wimbys's vulva looked so different from Mrs. Hunting's thick-lipped pussy. In contrast to the large, wrinkled inner lips of the gaunt woman, Mrs. Wimbys's were rather small and almost disappeared beneath their outer sisters and the flesh of her thighs. The big woman lay there, spread wide open, presenting her sex. George had a perfect view of her light-red, glistering entrance to her body. His dick throbbed a bit and he realized, that the smallest touch could lead to an explosion.

Mrs. Hunting gave Arthur one last kiss on his glans and then pulled him down to the floor. With gentle pressure and the unspoken instructions of her hands and eyes, she ensured that he eventually ended up lying on his back on the thick carpet. She placed a small pillow under his head, gave him a wild kiss on his mouth and, facing his feet got down on all fours. Her wet pussy with the glistering, dangling long inner labia hung like an overripe fruit over his face. Her saggy tits touched his pelvis and, when Mrs. Hunting moved, even his erect rod.

Slowly, Mrs. Hunting lowered her moist femininity over Arthur's face. In the dim light beneath her silken gown, he could vaguely discern her gaping, long inner labia before Mrs. Hunting pressed her wet pussy against his mouth. The heavy scent of seaweed, musk, and fresh crabs enveloped Arthur and clouded his senses. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. Not the woodcuts in "The Pearl", not the badly printed pictures in "Fanny Hill", not the colorized picture-postcards with blurred images of drawn half-naked women. The wet folds of the willing woman over him enveloped him with all its erotic force, causing his already stiff cock to swell even further. Mrs. Hunting cautiously stroke his prick with her dangling tits, thus fueled Arthur's arousal another notch.

Almost instinctively Arthur started to eat her out. He tried to sink his tongue as deep in her wet, warm opening as he could. His nose connected with her anus, giving Mrs. Hunting additional pleasure at her rear. The deep moaning from her mouth emboldened him in his attacks on her clitoris and rosette. Her moans not only gave him permission to continue, it felt as if she demanded the continuous stimulation of both pussy and rosette. Again he drove his tongue deep between her folds. He licked her plum, drawing more and more thick slime from the depths. Mrs. Hunting's pussy was dripping even more, smearing Arthur's face. Mrs. Hunting was a bundle of concentrated desire. Although she maintained control over her arousal, her movements seemed uncontrolled. She increased the pressure on Arthur's face to feel his tongue even deeper inside her. Her body shook and shudders ran through her from head to toes. She jerked her dripping pussy over his nose and face, tracing wet smear, and then pressed her wrinkled rosette on his nose. All the while Arthur tried to lick, fuck and breath at the same time. Mrs. Hunting moaned and wheezed. Every so often she took a sharp draw of air between her teeth as if in pain, only to exhale it I bursts. Her long sagging breasts rubbed every once I a while against Arthur's stiff dick.

George knelt between the thick thighs of Mrs. Wimby, his cock in his hand he aimed for the entrance of her pussy. Encouragingly she beckoned him to do the only sensible hing in this situation. To drive him on even further she pulled her labia apart, presenting him with the wetness of her ready to be fucked sex. He positioned a pillow under her hips and thus drew her pussy level with his prick. George briefly enjoyed the sight of the invitingly open, glistening sex and then, driven by his desire, applied his prick. Like a well oiled piston, he drove his stiff rod deep into Mrs. Wimby. Her pussy was huge, squelching-wet and soft. Everything about Mrs. Wimby was huge, warm and soft. Her tits lay on her body like comfortable cushions. Her thighs were strong, curving attractively shaped into her ample backside. Although George was by no means undersized, his cock would have been lost in her vagina if Mrs. Wimby had not used skillful muscle contractions to ensure her pussy was tight enough for him. She was used to a different kind of size. Her husband as well as the use of various big toys had made sure, that she was well worn out.

George drove himself into Mrs, Wimby and let himself go. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Arthur and Mrs. Hunting changing positions on the thick carpet.

Mrs. Hunting had turned around and had positioned her pussy over his mouth as if she would be pissing in a chamber pot. One hand gripped his hair, steering the pressure of his lips on her wide open pussy. His hands were all over her body and currently groped her sagging tits, pressing her nipples and did other things for which Arthur didn't know the words. His enormously stiff and throbbing cock pointed unused up.

She had turned around just a moment before her horny stallion was going to spend his load and empty his balls. Experienced as she was, she bought precious time for another round of lustful encounters. Skillfully she managed to prevent Arthur from coming. His desire grew with every touch and every stroke until he had the feeling that just a gust of wind would be enough to ride him over the cliff. The goo boiled in his balls, his cock stood with a painful erection and the urging nestled deep inside his pelvis. Arthur had only one desire right now. He wanted to come. He wanted to plow the wet pussy over him. He wanted to sink his white, sticky sperm deep inside Mrs. hunting's vagina.

George was also completely caught in his endeavor to get as much out of this encounter as possible. He fucked along the edge to his orgasm. The experienced Mrs. Wimby felt exactly when her young lover was on the brink of flooding her pussy. Every time he was just before emptying his balls deep inside her womb, she shifted her position slightly or loosened her muscles to change the friction on his shaft. George tried to regain that friction by following her movements, but that short irritation was enough to draw out the inevitable orgasm for another few precious moments. Mrs. Wimby had to grin at his somehow clumsy efforts. She also knew that she couldn't play this game forever but she was not going to let go just yet. She also knew, that George was a promising stallion. A bit rough around the edges but deep inside a sparkling jewel, if given the time and the lessons by an experienced hand. Her task was to get this rough material the finishing touch to make a potent lover out of this playful, insecure buck.

Mrs. Wimby let go, driving George over the cliff. She tensed her muscles, making her pussy as tight as possible, giving him the wet friction he needed to having his dick tunneled in from all sides. This small exercise was enough to make him come. His big ball pumped, his cock throbbed and with a startling moan he emptied the sticky contents of his balls in a couple of strong spurts into her inviting pussy. The accumulated goo of the last day spurted from his dick. Throbbing and bucking he tried to crawl deeper and deeper into Mrs. Wimby's huge body, sowing her womb with his viscous semen.

Mrs. Wimby held still. Using her pussy, she milked the last drops of hot juice from his still stiff dick. Gazing his face she tried to observe his expressions while cumming. Experienced as she was, she let the spent young man sink down onto her, cushioning his head on her large, soft breasts like a pillow. Panting and huffing he came to rest on the mountains of womanhood, his still erect cock tucked between her warm, moist labia.

Arthur licked like the devil. He went through the long, wet labia on top of him. He didn't have any other choice. Mrs. Hunting still squatted over his face, grinding her wrinkled, overflowing pussy across his smeared face. To steer him according to her desire, she held his head firmly in her hands, leaving him no option but to obey. Again and again, she pressed her hard clit firmly on his mouth just to press her open pussy against his lips the next moment.

Arthur fucked and bit in alternation her pussy and clit. Sometimes he bit her moist pussy and licked her daring clit. Either onslaught on Mrs. Hunting's worn out vulva led to a loud reaction. Arthur realized how she bucked and moaned when he dug his teeth into her hard marble. Simultaneously he tried to take control of her saggy, hanging tits with his hands. He groped the soft flesh and pinched her hard nipples. He was so preoccupied with his own pleasure that he wasn't able to pay much attention to Mrs. Hunting's state of arousal. Through the intense face sitting and the vigorous caressing of her well-lubricated pussy, she had brought herself to the brink of orgasm. To catch her breath and prolong the game a bit further, Mrs. Hunting dismounted and devoted herself to Arthur's shaft. She worked his rod just before he squirted his seed into her mouth. Painfully moaning he enjoyed her eager mouth on his prick just to be left fallen. With a smirk Mrs. Hunting pulled back and changed her position again. Hot as she were, she shrugged of the gown and let it slip to the ground. Then she straddled him again like a rider would get on a horse. Her wet pussy hovered over his stiff prick. In one fluid motion she impaled herself on his rod driving his sword to the hilt between her inviting labia.

This attack came as a surprise to Arthur. Mrs. Hunting rode him fast and hard. With each thrust squelching juices sputtered out along his shaft, wetting everything in its flow. Viscous, white pussy goo was spread evenly along his erect prick by her long labia. Not long and Arthur began to buck. His hips jerked up in irregular motions. He tried to cope her rhythm. Alas, Mrs. Hunting controlled the action. With a few final long and deep thrusts, she thrusted his cock deep inside her and then held him as deep as possible in her warm womb until he finally came.

With a tormented groan, Arthur shot his hot seed in several bursts. Twitching and pumping he emptied himself into the skinny body of his housemaster's wife. After the most twitchings had subsided, Mrs. Hunting slowly withdrew so that the final surge from his thick balls landed on her swollen labia. Wet and spent, his limp cock slid out of her plowed pussy and slapped against his stomach. One last small drop of sperm escaped with his final twitches.

Exhausted, drained dry and happy, the two young men sank into deep armchairs. Naked, having just been released from the mature women, with smeared cocks and glistening eyes, they greedily surveyed the bodies of the two older women. Both knew they had found two potent lovers in George and Arthur. A worthy replacement for the previous stallions.

With one last long kiss, the two young bucks were released back into the evening. With a mocking grin on her lips, Charlotte pointed them toward the way through the garden and closed the gate behind them. Just in time for the final call for lights out, they were back in their dormitory, stretching out under their blankets, all wound up and craving for more.

Time jump...

Anne Elizabeth Wimby grew up in a household led by women. Her mother had been an upper class whore, more a courtesan than a street whore. Since it was morally acceptable for women to lead same sex households, her mother got together with a colleague of hers. Anne Elizabeth was the result of a discrete evening in one of the better households of the high society and afterwards nobody was able to tell which seed lead to Anne's conception. Her mother had solved the problem by confronting all men who were probable aspirants for her fatherhood and asked them for a small pension for a good education for Anne. This posed no problem for the men in question and Anne grew up in financially secure circumstances.

Her mother understood the nature of sexuality as a social currency. She took the desire of her customers and her own capability to fulfill dreams of kink and fetishism to weave strong networks of favors and mutual dependencies. And thus Anne was not only educated at good schools, but also had a deep insight on how to use her body and wits to wield power over influential men and women. She developed a fine feeling for the tastes of influential men and women and forged a good deal of her own power by using the knowledge which derived from satisfying those needs.

Anne's mother had been a large woman with wide hips, heavy breasts and round shoulder blades. Anne had inherited her hips and breasts but her belly was much slimmer. She was round and full without being fat. With her Rubenesque figure, she conformed to the prevailing beauty ideal. She was confident and intelligent, educated and cunning, and she used her wits and resources to break out of the social trap of a single woman by following in her mother's wake. Since being accepted into the circles of the rich and powerful, she had woven her own network to ensure her that her life would not be spent as a whore.

Her mother initiated her admission into these circles when Anne reached adulthood.

One evening in autumn Anne's mother laid out new clothes for her. A black corset, black silk stockings and matching garters. Without further instructions, Anne changed into the new clothes and looked at herself in the large mirror. Her heavy tits were cleverly lifted, her sensible, big nipples lay uncovered on the rims of the half moon baskets. Her thick thighs did not become slim, but the silk stockings lead to a smooth sparkling impression in the glow of the gas-lamps. The area between her legs was uncovered, giving a free unobstructed view of her young, fresh pussy. Light pubic hair grew in a silky bush and topped her clam like sex. Anne turned this way and that, taking in a skeptical view of her body. Her firm, plump backside was emphasized even more by the corset, and her plump thighs formed the aesthetic counterpart to it. Because of the clever applied seams and reinforcements of her clothing, the lines of her body merged seductively, presenting a perfect image of the young woman. Her mother smiled at her and gave her an encouraging smile and handed her a red dress with a low-cut neckline. "Put this on, and then come with me!" she urged her daughter.

Right outside their modest home a carriage was waiting for them to carry them to a place unknown to Anne. The driver already stood by the door to help Anne and her mother up the step. Inside both women fell into the leather upholstery and the carriage rattling drove off.

After a while Anne's mother picked a thick black blindfold out of her purse: "Wear that, my dear. The society we are visiting is very sensitive when it comes to newcomers in their circles. Discretion is the highest priority."

Anne obeyed, although she was intrigued and curios, she didn't really liked to be left in the dark. But, she knew her mother would be with her. Being reassured by her mother's open encouraging smile, Anne put on the blindfold and after three more turns lost all sense of direction. She also lost all feeling for time spans.

After a while, which seemed like ages, the carriage stopped. For the last couple of minutes Anne had heard gravel under the wheels, but she could not even sense if they were still within the city. She smelled the damp fog, felt the fine gravel under her boots, somewhere near an owl hooted. Anne was completely lost.

Her mother took her by her arm and led Anne up a some stairs into a high room. Heavy doors closed behind Anne as she was gently pushed further along, entering another room that seemed somewhat lower and was evidently heated by an open fireplace.

Anne felt the presence of many people. As she was led through the door, all conversation subsided. A rustle of cloth indicated that some people turned to look at her. Upon realizing that she was the center of attention, a slight blush crept up Anne's round cheeks, making her even more attractive.

A murmur of agreement rose. People moved towards Anne. A moment ago, her mother had let go of Anne's arm, and so Anne stood all alone in the warm room, being the main reason of an unknown number of strangers to be here. From Anne's perception, it could have been five or twenty people. She simply didn't know for sure.

A slender hand probed the string that held her dress over her large bosom and tucked at it. The string gave way, a second hand gently pulled her dress down over her round shoulders, helped her arms to free themselves from the sleeves and let the whole bundle of cloth fall down around her boots. In the blink of an eye Anne stood only in corset, garters and silk stockings in a room which she didn't know with people she also didn't know. Somebody nestled at her boots and freed her feet from the black leather.

Her dress was a mountain of cloth around her ankles and unknown hands guided her out of these burgeose mountains. Her heavy breasts were upheld by the stiff cloth of the balconies of her corset. Her large nipples lay invitingly on the rim of the baskets and her silky pubic hair framed her virgin pussy. Anne didn't know were to put her hands. Since she was already naked and the spectators had already seen her treasures she didn't see a point in covering her tits or her pussy. She just let them fall right and left of her body, she proudly lifted her chin and waited to see what would happen next.

Again, unknown hands groped her. Small, slim hands of a woman gently stroked her hips. Some bigger hands massaged her round shoulders. Other hands searched for a way to her belly and caressed the thin line between pubic hair and soft tummy. Firm little tits were pressed against her back and two arms were squeezed through under her armpits. The hands gently grasped Anne's heavy breasts and lifted them out of the supporting corset. Tenderly the hands caressed the soft, smooth skin, making circular motions around her stiff nipples. When Anne shuddered with delight, the hands glided underneath the breasts again. This touch was repeated several times, leaving Anne no escape from the rising of her own desire. Anne sighted with pleasure.

Yet another hand emerged and began to caress the lower end of her spinal column. By this time, Anne had lost count of how many hands were touching, caressing and groping her. In Anne's body a heat began to burn and whenever the pressure on her spinal column was lifted, she tried to follow the fingers to regain the intensity of the touch. The firm, little tits at her back disappeared as well as the hands around her breasts. The pressure at her spinal column however was intensified and the burning heat radiated even stronger, adding fuel to her desire to be touched. The hand was pushed further down, seeking a way between Anne's big buttocks. Anne lifted her ass a bit to make room and give the hand more areas to touch. She was not disappointed as the hand went even further and landed a direct hit on her rosette. Anne's mouth stood open and her lips were moistened by the tip of her tongue. Again, she felt the heat rise up. The searching hands between her buttocks radiated a never before experienced warmth. To give this hand even more space, Anne sank slightly to her knees and opened her legs a bit.

Another hand took advantage of this moment to burrow between her thick thighs from the front. Carefully, the hand pushed through the fleshy warmth and silky curls and soon reached Anne's already erect and stiff clitoris. A slight tremor passed through Anne's large body, and light goosebumps of arousal swept across the sensitive skin of her heavy breasts. A third person, obviously a woman, as Anne guessed from the perfume, joined in and began to kiss and lick Anne's stiff nipples. A guttural grunt escaped Anne's mouth, and the woman let out a short, high pitched laugh. Then she sealed Anne's lips with a French kiss and began to delicately massage her nipples with thumb and forefinger.

The hand at her clit pinched the little erect head, adding another shiver of delight to Anne's already slightly trembling body. Soon one finger drove deeper and reached the dampness between her open cleft. Anne's pussy had developed a life on her own and became wet. Anne knew, that this was just the beginning. When she caressed herself, closing in on her orgasm, her pussy secreted enormous amounts of viscous mucus. But now, the first viscous drip of slime would become visible pretty soon even if she was far from climaxing. One long dangling drip hung from her labia and settled down on her thigh. An approving murmur signaled to Anne that her wetness was being noticed and received positively by the surrounding group.

The hand drove even deeper between Anne's wet folds and soon hit a flexible resistance. Anne flinched, her body tensed for a moment. The hand didn't move any further ans soon she relaxed and allowed herself to be caressed some more. The finger at her rosette pressed through her tight muscle. Just the tip of the finger was buried in her anus, but for Anne it felt as if her asshole was filled to the rim.

Sturdy hands lead her to some sort of seating. Anne couldn't sense yet, what she was sitting on. The same hands pulled her legs apart as much as possible, spreading her and presenting her wide open, wet, virgin pussy and rosette to the unknown audience. The places right and left of Anne were soon to be occupied and her legs were thrown over laps to be held in a spread open position. Anne let herself fall into the cushions embracing the desire which would surely come to greet her.

Her head was carefully pushed to one side and a smooth glans, smelling of musk was pressed between her lips. At first a bit careful but with growing eagerness she opened her red lips and welcomed the rod into her warm mouth. Slowly the stiff dick was pushed forward and back in her mouth. While being fucked between her lips, she started to cares the moving tip with her tongue.

Again, a tongue was in search of her hard nipples and a mouth began to suck them. A small hand was busy between her labia, found her clit and began to stroke it like a hard cock. Every time it's little head poked through the fleshy folds of Anne's body, a finger gave it a little tap. Every tap sent a jolt through Anne's body. A bearded face went between her legs and began to kiss and lick her pussy. Soon Anne's vulva was fucked by a strong tongue.

She was caught between dicks, tongues and hands. She didn't know how many people surrounded her. Neither did she know if they were male or female. But she didn't care. She was a pawn in the hands and mouths of unknown people. She didn't fully know the rules of the game, but she nevertheless played along.

Muted by her own pleasure, she was vaguely aware that other couples in the room were also engaged in this game. It was impossible for Anne to guess what kind of amorous encounters were taking place around her. She could only hear the panting and moaning of women and men. She heard the slapping of bodies and the squelching of wet genitals. Now and then, a moan would intensify, becoming a shrill encouragement. Occasionally, a short, growled instruction would be heard, which then transitioned into a pleasurable moan and ended abruptly with a sharp scream. Men and women were engaged in various pleasures and Anne was right in the center of it. The realization of her presumed role in this game of joy gave her back her self-confidence.

The cock in her mouth began to twitch and throb. Without any further warning, the man unloaded his warm, salty sperm into Anne's mouth. Anne was totally surprised and gagged on the viscous soup. Wheezing and fighting for breath tears came to her eyes. As soon as she was able to breath freely again, the next dick was ready to enter her mouth. Anne felt how sticky goo oozed down her chin and was caught by her big tits. Greedy tongues licked up the white stuff, leaving wet traces on her skin.

Anne laid back on the comfortable cushions. In an instant her lover changed position and began to deep fuck her throat. Gradually her throat began to relax and she was able to take the cock without wheezing too much. Her lover was sensible and cautious, he did not drive his rod too deep into her mouth. Every now and then he stopped his fucking, giving Anne enough time to cope with the dick in her throat. Everybody in this room knew that Anne was a fresh leaf on the tree. Experienced through observation, yet inexperienced in dealing with the many varieties of desire.

A second dick was pressed against her cheek. Not long and her round face was sprayed by another load of warm sperm. Between her spread legs the fucking tongue became more pressing and Anne realized, that she was not far from cumming. Till now she was way too absorbed by the many erotic impressions to listen to her own body. But now that the new sensation of having a dick in her throat was becoming something she embraced as being normal, she began to realize her own graving desire again. Her pussy took over command and demanded her attention. With a throaty moan, somehow dampened by the cock in her mouth, Anne came for the first time this evening. The tongue had shot her over the cliff by hitting her clit's head at the right moment, sending Anne's body into a shuddering spiral of instant explosion. Her pussy convulsed and small swells of salty juice spurted out of her virgin vagina, smearing the bearded face of her skillful pussy-eater between her legs. The man however didn't make any move to pull away from her spurts and practically bathed in Anne's juices. After her twitching pussy came to rest, her lover once again started to lick and caress her vagina, keeping Anne riding on a high level of arousal.

For the second time this evening Anne's mouth was filled with cum. This time she realized early enough the state of arousal. She sensed the cumming, prepared for the spurts. This time she did not choke on the goo. In intentionally swallowing most of it, she was able to keep breathing shortly after he shot his seed down her throat. His big balls unloaded in just a couple of busts and throbbed in the rhythm of his pumping rod. Anne felt how sticky her body felt from the various fluids. Her own pussy juices dried up on her thighs while warm sperm stuck to her big tits, chin and cheeks. Another load landed in her hair, gluing her curls. All this became one hot sticky feeling. And Anne realized to her amazement, that she liked it. In the mean time she had lick-cleaned another cock and released it with a smacking of her lips. She sat up straight, preventing the next cock from entering her mouth. Her legs were still wide apart, her virgin pussy open and glistering wet from spit and her own juices. Besmeared and glistening with semen, virginal Anne sat at the center of her desire, lustfully maltreated by curious mouths, dicks and hands. She enjoyed the horny attention, the experienced hands and hot kisses. She was in a state of constant arousal and she had long lost count of all her smaller and bigger climaxes.

Between her legs something changed. The pussy-juiced covered beard withdrew. Instead of a tongue, a huge glans was pressed against the entrance of Anne's overflowing pussy. Anne was more than ready for her first fuck. She wanted it. She needed it. Every cell of her body and every part of being her gave in to the urge of her desire to be fucked. Prepared by tongue and fingers, dripping wet beyond her wildest dreams and invitingly wide open she waited for the first push into the depth of her warm body. Her legs were still wide spread, her labia stood wide open giving her lover a full, clear view of her pink entrance down the tunnel of her sex. His thick glans lay before her entrance and was rubbed tenderly through Anne's labia. With only a bit of pressure, the man carefully pushed his member into Anne's fresh pussy. Although she was not able to see her lover, she tried to look in the direction of his eyes. A tender hand started to caress her nipples again, stroked her big tits. The glans was pushed deeper into Anne's womb, until it met resistance. Anne became impatient. She finally wanted to feel the length of this dick inside her pussy, she wanted to become a full member of this group of people connected by desire and power. She wanted to be fucked until she could not think anymore.

A deep desire took hold of her and she decided to take matters into her own hands. With a bucking of her hips she impaled herself on her lovers rod. A short burst of pain was all she felt. Anne paused for a brief moment, then she was overcome once again by an unrestrained desire and began to fuck the cock.

The people around her clapped. Now Anne knew, that she passed some sort of test and belonged to this inner circle. By acting of her own will, she had provoked a positive echo.

Anne pushed against the thick cock. Her lover cautiously widened her pussy to fit his needs. Bit by bit he shoved his huge dick down her squelching opening. Anne moaned and whimpered with pleasure. With every inch that the cock was driven deeper into her, she sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth and then exhaled it with a moan. After what felt like eons his huge rod finally nested till the hilt in her warm, wet embrace and was held there by it's owner. Anne got used to the feeling of being filled to the rim. She got used to feeling parts of her body she had never been feeling before. And she got used to the fact that only by having a dick sticking in her opening, her pussy was overflowing.

Slowly the man withdrew. Only his big glans rested between her pussy-lips. After a short while, he again pushed his member deep into Anne's pussy. He slowly repeated his conquering of Anne's virginity, fucked her in a steady rhythm, giving her time to cope with the new feelings and emotions. He again pushed into her soft body, this time he slightly changed the angel of his rod, touching new parts. Anne shuddered and came again, splashing a bit more of her pussy juice over his shaft and into the tummy hair of her stud. The man was in no rush and despite her little orgasm, he continued to fuck Anne's dripping cunt with steady composure. Her pussy had widened, providing enough room for his thick dick to maintain a leisurely rhythm without coming.

Around them, the orgy continued. One of her neighbors on the couch was a woman. She spread her legs and some man drove his member deep into her obviously wet pussy. That man knelt shoulder to shoulder with Anne's fucker, but instead of maintaining a slow, continuous rhythm the other man bucked and fucked like a devil on the loose. The thrusts experienced by the woman, her moans and screams, the wet sounds of their genitals meeting, all that drove Anne on in her own desire. She felt a huge orgasm building up inside her. Anne wanted to be fucked like the woman next to her. The slow deliberate rhythm was fine, but she sensed that her pussy wanted something else. Anne bucked and arched her back. Thus signaling her stud to fuck her without restraint. Her lover picked up the pace, beginning to stir inside her, thrusting and fucking faster, hesitating less, giving himself the spurs. Anne felt herself being driven toward her next orgasm by this treatment. Yes, this was what she needed now. Once again, she sprayed her juices, again soaking her lover's shaft and belly, and once again Anne shuddered, this time longer and stronger, moaning loudly and even screaming in pleasure.

By and by her lover came to his point of no return. He wanted to come, to fill Anne up with his seed. He drove his prick once more deep into her wet folds. To her surprise, he picked up even more speed, plowed her moist, squelching field of joy for a couple of thrusts. One, two more thrusts and he withdrew from her. With a deep, long drawn out moan he sprayed his semen on her wet pussy, tummy and tits. In several spurts thick, sticky globs of sperm were pumped out of his balls and landed on Anne's large body.

Exhausted but happy, Anne smiled at her potent lover. The man held still for a moment to fully regain. Then he stood up and disappeared in the anonymity of the group. Everybody in this room, except Anne, knew who he was.

Loose, plowed, wet and a bit sore Anne was led out of the room. Her mother helped her to dress, put a heavy fur coat around her shoulders and again took her arm to lead her back to the carriage. Just a few streets from their home she removed the blindfold from Anne's eyes.

Anne took part on many more of such exclusive events. Soon she realized that her mother was part of an organization that secured its power and influence through such orgies. The blindfold was never used again. Anne was part of the circle.

Pretty soon it became clear to Anne, that she was not only want to be merely a willing toy in the hands of powerful people, but also the driving force behind these pleasures. More and more she used her knowledge and her wits to become an influential leader of the circle.

On her path of erotic education she learned how to be fucked by two or more men at the same time. She ate out the salty, wet pussy of another woman while having a dick deep inside her own moist folds. At one time she shoved two dicks at the same time into her wide open, demanding plum. She got used to having a slim prick in her ass while being pussy-fucked by a huge dick.

By and by she realized how much powerful men could be steered by their balls and she used this knowledge to gain influence and power. She was invited to the opera in London, emptying the balls of gray haired gentlemen in the box. While the countertenor sang, she had her mouth around the Lord Chancellor's cock and swallowed his load of sperm. During her second visit to the opera, she licked his wife's pussy and allowed her a shivering orgasm while he sat beside them and watched, holding his wife's hand.

On trips with ministers, she provided the necessary variety and sexual relaxation. Her pussy, her mouth, and her heavy breasts became powerful tools in the game of power, money, and favors.

Her first lover from that crowded room which she only experienced blindfolded, became later her husband. Mr. Wimby was the potent, well built third son of an influential politician and steady customer of her mother. Well educated, elegant and able to lead a college he was called to take up his post at Wilstbury Common College. He knew only too well, that a circle of power could not be upheld without a driving force to organize networks. And thus he wed Anne.

Their relationship was driven by love, passion and a fitting desire. Both saw the advantages of their combined power. They were business partners, conspirators, and lovers all at once. Both continued their extravagant love lives. Mr. Wimby ensured that the local women indirectly supported his political career, while Mrs. Wimby wrapped their husbands around her finger. Through sex, they made the surrounding elites and organizations compliant to their needs and demands. Yet, their desire for one another never faded.