Venus rising boxset, p.13
Venus Rising Boxset, page 13
“Spread your legs.”
She parted her thighs, putting her hands on his head to steady herself. Releasing her breasts, he put his arms through her legs and grasped her ass, supporting her from behind as he started to lick and suck her juicy pussy. Jessica moaned... being eaten out, standing over him like this... her mind suddenly flashed back to her first day here at the Venus School, the Ménage à Trois demonstration when she'd watched Charity be eaten out, standing between Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire, one with his mouth on her pussy, the other supporting her from behind and playing with her breasts. Oh God... what would it be like to be between them like that?
Her pussy clenched down as she had a small orgasm, picturing herself trapped between their hard bodies. As her hips ground over his mouth, Mr. Flood pressed one finger into her ass. Jessica groaned, her muscles clenching down around the invader, her pussy well-tended by Mr. Flood's tongue. She gripped his dark hair, her movements becoming more frantic as she could feel another, stronger orgasm building before Mr. Flood pulled his mouth away. For a moment, she felt bereft, then remembered what was coming, his finger pumping in and out of her ass a few times as a reminder. Her legs felt wobbly, and she couldn't feel anything but the finger dragging in and out of her virgin ass.
Then it was all the way out. Mr. Flood grinned up at her and patted the triangle next to them.
“Are you ready?”
Jessica nodded. Saying yes out loud seemed like it would make her too vulnerable. She didn't trust her voice not to wobble or sound idiotic. She didn't want to sound stupid in front of him.
He helped her position her body over the triangle, for the first time, completely unclothed as she bent over it, the leather cool and soft against her skin. Experimentally, she rubbed her breasts against it, moaning as the nubby fabric caressed her nipples, the movement causing her ass to sway.
Mr. Flood knelt behind her, his hands caressing and rubbing the sides of her heart-shaped ass. She moaned as he began kissing her cheeks. In this position, she was spread so open, she could feel his hot breath sliding down her ass crack and over the virgin rosebud at its center. Her pussy wept sweet juices in anticipation. The kisses became harder, and he nipped at her, causing her to wave her ass up and down frantically, the only movement she could make with the triangle in front of her and his hands on either side of her hips. His tongue slid down the center of her crack and played over her sensitive hole. She gasped and closed her eyes, her hips moving as he licked and sucked her asshole, the tiny nerves tingling with pleasure.
His hands left her, and his mouth dipped lower, back into her pussy, and she moaned, moving her hips up and down with the strokes of his tongue. After a moment, two slick fingers pressed into her ass, lubing the tight hole as he sucked the folds of her labia into his mouth. By now, she was used to the feeling of fingers in her ass; the butt plugs and play over the last two days had done their job well. The fingers felt good, erotic, forbidden but in a good way as they slid in and out of her, mimicking the sex act about to take place. As Mr. Flood's mouth and fingers did their work, she could feel her orgasm rising again, the pleasure tightening in the base of her stomach. As she squirmed, her hips and ass high in the air, her anus was tightening down on him, giving her a completely different sensation than his mouth provided.
But of course, as before, he pulled away before she could reach completion.
Jessica moaned and squirmed, her chest rubbing against the leather, squirming atop the triangle as she tried to find relief for her needy body.
She felt something thick, soft with a hard interior, hot and slick pressing against her anus. Oh God... this was it. She was going to lose her ass cherry to Mr. Flood.
The bulbous head of his cock so much bigger than his fingers, she gasped and clenched as he popped past the tight ring of her ass. It felt painfully good, uncomfortable but necessary. His dick was giving off waves of heat as she squeezed and released around it, trying to adjust to this new dimension her ass was being forced into. It wasn't like the probe he had used on her. Her ass had expanded around the balls but been able to clamp down again as soon as each ball had entered her fully. Now, there was no relief to the stretch of her ring as he pressed a little deeper, easing his dick into virgin territory.
Even though it hurt a little, Jessica welcomed the pain. It felt so good, her hole stretched and tight over his thick meat. She was so turned on from all the foreplay, she wanted him deeper... harder... wanted him to pound her through the hurt.
Justin gritted his teeth, trying to keep a tight grip on his self-control as he watched his cock slowly bury itself in Jessica's sweet, virgin ass. She was so tight, her cheeks so creamy... just like they had been yesterday before he'd spanked them pink. He moaned and dug his fingers into her soft flesh to keep himself from thrusting forward too hard, burying himself in her before she was ready. From the way her shoulders were moving, he could tell she was panting, and he wanted to make sure she was feeling nothing but pleasure. A little discomfort sure, but that should be eased quickly. He worked her up as much as he could before penetration to make things as easy as possible on her.
God, her ass was so tight... it gripped and massaged every inch of him it encompassed. He caressed her lower back.
“You doing alright, Jessica?”
The nod of her head didn't reassure him nearly as much as the roll of her hips, pushing back against him, taking another inch of dick all on her own. He groaned and thrust forward. She shuddered but didn't protest or ask him to stop. God, she was so tight... he let himself go, just a little, and pushed in the last two inches quickly but gently. It felt perfect. It felt right.
Oh, fuck. She could feel his body pressed against her ass cheeks. He was inside her. deep, so deep inside of her body, she could feel it so much more acutely in this tight space than she could in her pussy. It felt like he'd invaded her entire body with his cock. Shuddering with the incredible sensations rushing over her—exultation, discomfort, stretching, anticipation, sensual soreness—she clasped him tightly within her and felt his shuddering reaction. That was hot. Even with her back to him, almost no control over the situation, she could still elicit that kind of response from him. Letting out another moan, she squeezed again and pushed back.
Mr. Flood's hands gripped her hips, then he was pulling back... Oh God, that felt so... she couldn't even describe it in her head. It was like a wave, receding from the ocean as if he was dragging her insides back with his cock, then as he moved forward again, the wave came crashing back, slapping her down with a sudden rush of pleasure. She squeezed as he pulled out and cried out as the combination made all the sensitive nerves around her stretched hole spark with sensation. The heavy thrusts, slow but insistent, rocked her body on the leather, his balls slapping against her open pussy, increasing the erotic bliss humming over her body.
Slipping his hand between her and the leather and long, practiced fingers pressed against her clit. Jessica's body arched, pushing back at the oncoming thrust splitting her ass open, her hands pressing down on the bottom of the triangle, pushing the rest of her body back. Her inner walls spasmed, and she could feel herself moving away from pure pleasure as her body started building toward its climax again, her ass rippling around the constant intrusion of Mr. Flood's rampant cock. As she pressed back against him, her ass cheeks clenching every time, his body flush with her tender flesh, his thrusts became harder, faster, no longer concerned with her comfort.
She writhed with pleasure on her knees, her hands constantly moving to help her push back against the onslaught of his cock, then sliding back down the slanted surface of the triangle. The fingers at her pussy were only a small part of the pleasure mounting in her. The tunneling of her primrose path was where her orgasm was flowering, the steady slick thrusts stabbing so deeply into her body, she felt consumed by the passion it incited.
“Oh, yes...” Her thighs quivered as the tight knot of tension inside of her squeezed hard. “Oh yes, oh yes... OH YES!” The tension exploded outward, an eruption of ecstasy shuddering through her body. Her arms lost their fight to keep her upper body upright, and she fell before him like a sacrificial offering. Mr. Flood's fingers rubbing against her clit, thrusting hard into her ass, she clenched and thrashed in complete rapture, her ass squeezing him deliciously as her body reached a point of incredible culmination.
Moving his hand back to her hip, both of his hands pulled her body back against him hard as he ravaged her ass, leaning forward over her prone form, which thrust him even deeper into her. Jessica writhed beneath him, the heat of his body covering her ass and lower back, pressing her hard into the triangle as he dug deep into her body, his cock forcing itself into her. She could feel it swelling inside of her, then thrust hard, pushing all the way to his root. The ring of her ass clamped down hard on the base of his cock as the first spurts of cum barely managed to squeeze past, she was gripping his meat so tightly. She could feel the movement inside his cock as the cum traveled up the base of his rod in waves along his shaft, spurting into her deflowered hole.
“Oh fuck...” she moaned. It was the most incredible feeling. His small movements were restricted by how tightly she was clenched around him. She could feel the shuddering of his body as he coated her insides with his cream, the wonderful soreness of her ass as it received its first offering of cum, and the heady afterglow as her orgasm subsided. She laid her head down on the cool leather, closing her eyes and luxuriating in the sensation of Mr. Flood's cum filling her.
Afterward, he pressed a plug into her, trapping his cum in her body. That turned her on, knowing she was keeping part of him inside of her until she took it out.
Chapter 10
Jessica was glad she had taken Fellatio for her third period class. After her morning of Basic Intercourse with Mr. Fire, then losing her anal virginity to Mr. Flood, she needed a bit of a break. The two of them were overwhelming, and her chemistry with them was almost disturbing. After all, she shouldn't be crushing on her teachers in a school like this—the inevitable heartbreak would be so much worse when the school session was over—but another part of her kept thinking she should just get in what she could during the two weeks she was here and hope the incredible sex with them didn't completely ruin her for other men.
During Fellatio, she'd been taught by Mr. Light, and it had been enjoyable but clinical. It also got her all revved up for her last class of this week, another session of Light BDSM. She knew there would be other teachers there, but she really hoped to end up with either Mr. Fire or Mr. Flood. She couldn't help it.
During lunchtime, Chris and Justin had argued over who would get Jessica for the BDSM class that afternoon. It wasn't an argument either of them was expecting. They were both trying to be the gentleman, even though they both wanted to be her teacher—Chris insisting Justin should because Chris had got to have sex with her more often during the week, and Justin insisting Chris should since Justin had been privileged to pop one of her cherries.
Finally, they played Rock, Paper, Scissors to make the decision.
Fairly skipping with anticipation, Jessica entered her last class of the week, anxious to find out who her teacher would be and hoping it would be one of the instructors she had so much chemistry with. To her delight, Mr. Fire almost immediately came up to her, and her face lit up with excitement. Just seeing him and Mr. Flood was enough to send a tingle of lust through her body. She honestly couldn't decide which of them she preferred. Although part of her was sad she wouldn't be with Mr. Flood again today, another part of her was excited to see what Mr. Fire would do differently.
“Hello again, Jessica,” Mr. Fire said in his deep voice, his eyes skipping over her outfit, practically undressing her with his gaze. Well, he'd certainly seen her naked often enough, but the blatantly sexual look still made her blush.
“Hello, Sir,” she said submissively. He smiled at her approvingly, and a rush of pleasure went through her.
“Very good, little one.”
The use of the same pet name Mr. Flood had used on her yesterday made her shiver. Jessica liked being called little one. And being told she was a good girl. Something about being submissive just flat out did it for her, and she was eager to have Mr. Fire explore this side of her a little more.
“Come over here.”
Not touching her at all, Mr. Fire turned and walked away, expecting she would follow, and Jessica trotted after him obediently. Between her legs, she was already getting wet and looking over her shoulder and seeing Mr. Flood glance at her as he bound another girl to what looked like a wooded cross just made her even wetter. She turned back to Mr. Fire and watched his butt as he moved, the muscles clearly visible in the tight leather pants he was wearing. Man, he had a nice butt. Watching his butt became so engrossing, she almost didn't notice when he stopped next to a mattress, jerking to a halt to keep from running into him.
The look on his face when he turned around and found her so close behind him was half surprise and half amusement.
“Why do you seem so distracted, little one?” he asked, bemused. He wasn’t the strict disciplinarian Mr. Flood was, but that didn’t keep her from blushing deep crimson, lowering her head, and staring at her feet. Mr. Fire tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to his.
“Answer me.” Looking into his beautiful eyes, she noticed flecks of green and amber in the dark brown color.
She cleared her throat, but her voice still came out in a whisper. “I was uh... I was looking at you, Sir.”
“What part of me?”
Jessica squirmed, but his eyes bore into her, demanding and quickly losing patience. Her voice dropped even lower, barely audible.
“At your butt, Sir.”
He laughed. She squirmed, pressing her thighs together at this intimate admission; his demand for answers and her embarrassment over providing them turned her on even more. Mr. Fire kept his fingers under her chin, keeping their visual contact, watching as she flushed and paled, her thighs rubbing together.
“Is answering my questions turning you on, little one?”
Oh God, he was going to make her answer. A flush of heat went through her body, culminating with her pussy getting even wetter.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, thoroughly embarrassed. His grin got wider.
Mr. Fire let go of her face and stepped back.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered. “Don't look away.”
Jessica wanted to groan as she focused on him. He was so hot... she wanted to know what he looked like behind the mask, but just staring through its eyeholes at his confident and dominating gaze was sexy.
“Take off your shirt. Slowly.”
Despite the fact he had seen her naked many times, it was somehow different to find herself stripping in front of him in a room full of people being spanked, restrained, and sexed up. There was nothing restraining her, no one was making her do this, but his verbal orders were just as hot as ropes around her wrists would be. It was so much harder to be responsible for her own debasement; she wouldn't have expected it to turn her on so much, but it did. The cool silk rippled around her body, rubbing her hard nipples as she unbuttoned the shirt. Finally, her fingers reached the bottom of the buttons, and she let the thin silk slip from her shoulders, her nipples excited and ready as they thrust out from her chest.
“Now the skirt and bra.”
That only took a moment as she unzipped her skirt, and it fell, pooling around her feet, the bra quickly following. Mr. Fire walked around her slowly, inspecting her body, and she thought by now, her blush must be permanent and probably extended all the way down to her breasts. When he came back around to stand in front of her, she made sure to lock eyes with him. The pleased look on his face was hungry, wanting her, and she wanted him right back. She tried to put her desire for him to touch her into her pleading gaze.
“Mr. Flood taught you the position yesterday, correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Get on the mattress and get into position.”
Jessica turned and got on the mattress, her thighs spreading as she knelt, breasts thrusting upward as she put her hands behind her back. Her lips parted, she was so wet and ready for him.
“Touch your breasts with your hands. I want you to play with yourself.”
The low command made her groan. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as he stared down at her, watching as she squeezed her breasts hard, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. Looking up, she played roughly, pulling at her tender buds, stretching them out under his lustful gaze, fingers digging into her soft breast flesh as she offered them up to him.
“Reach down with one of your hands and spread your pussy open. I want to see your clit.”
The heat in her body wasn't only from embarrassment, it was also blatant need. Although she couldn't believe she was willingly following his commands to expose herself to him, she couldn't deny how hot it got her. Trying to get some of her own back, she slid her hand seductively down her stomach, her index and forefinger making a V she used to spread her pussy lips, her clit slowly revealing itself, nestled in a dewy blossom of pink. Her other hand kept playing with her nipple, her fingers curved over the mound of her breast.
The lewd picture she presented made her even more humiliated, especially wondering if anyone was watching her do this, but she was beyond caring. It was too hot, his hungry eyes watching her, but his body refusing to touch her, refusing to fulfill her.
“That's very pretty. Now slide one of those fingers inside yourself, get it nice and wet.”
Jessica groaned as she followed his instruction, her hand sliding over her heated, needy flesh, then one finger parting her lips and entering her body. She shivered. It was so much hotter when she was doing it because he told her to, not just getting herself off. Swirling the finger around inside of herself, she groaned, pinching her nipple hard and arching up at him.
