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The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

She felt so good teasing me. Though it couldn't be the water, but I had a big shiver running up and down my spine. I let her have full access to my neck as I tilted my head a bit for her. Both my hips and hers were grinding against each other as if we were at the nightclub again. My breathing got more and more heavy as she toys with my neck more. "Ma chérie, there's a difference between being crazy and being horny," I whispered to her. My uncontrollable hand started to work it's way down her sexy body untill it reaches her ass. While one was grabbing and massaging, the other stroked the outter folds of her wet pussy.
 
"Ah, oui. But sometimes it is all about the indgrediants used to create chemistry in a fantastic dish," she said as she turned her worshipping mouth loose on his left nipple. She moaned softly as he stroked her cunt, then reached out for the soap to use as an excuse to run her hands over his body from his broad shoulders, around his pecks, his biceps, his abs, his back, his ass, his thighs, oooh and his cock. Yes, it needed washing, in special strokes of her fingers that pleased his nerves there, and his balls too. Meanwhile, her lips played over the rest of his body, delighting in tasting every reachable inch of him that was washed clean.
 
She was right, and oj what a dish we can make right now. Two hot atletic naked bodies, a nice warm shower hitt us, and a undeniable urge for each other. It was suprising though then we went from foreplay to washing. This hot babe lathering me up all over my body. Making sure every inch of me was clean of filth. Though I think she also mixed in the foreplay when constanly cleaned my cock and balls, not mention her delightful pecks all over my now clean body. Mmm it truely was enough to get hard again. "Votre tour, Madeline" I whispered and took the soap and worked my gentle touch on her. Starting with her neck, her shoulders, her back, her nice round breasts the I instantly sucked on once washed off. After a few seconds I continued from her waist down to her cute feet. Once her ass and pussy was washed, I got on my knees. "I want you fully cleaned" I girnned and licked are wet sensitive clit.
 
She grinned at his words and gave up the soap willingly. Oh god, how quickly he stoked the fire inside her with his hands gliding over her suddenly sensitive skin. Her head dropped back with a soft moan and her hands held him when he caressed then suckled at her breasts. When he made his way to her ass and pussy, she found herself stumbling back, pulling him with her as she went, to lean against a wall for support as her knees became weak simply from his fingers washing her with soap. When she felt his tongue on her there, she gasped then let out a hard hoarse groan as her legs widened while her muscles tensed to hold her upright against the wall as he assaulted her body with intoxicating levels of pleasure. Her hand fisted in his hair at the nape of his neck, not pulling, yet fighting not to press him to her. She could feel her body becoming so hot and wet for him while her inner muscles clenched and unclenched in a demand for more of that blessed torture.
 
Oh I could tell she was me for the taking. I continued to violate her percious pussy with my tonuge. I closed my eyes and sucked up all of her moans and cries of pleasure like a sponge. "No need to worry. I'm just making sure you're clean" I teased and continued. She was soacked, but I did know if it's from the shower water, her orgasm, or both. This was in needed of a "hands-on" investigation. I let my right hand gently silde up from her inner thigh to her beautiful spot. I tickled her outer folds with my middle finger before thrusting insider. Using the new technique she told me in the bedroom, I go faster and faster soaking up more of her harmonic moans.
 
She trembled against the wall, nearly sobbing at the way he worked magic with his hands and mouth. "Oh yes, I'm.. such a... dirty girl..." she mewled as her hips slowly thrust involuntarily with his ministrations. Her hands moved to caress and massage her own breasts as she panted, feeling his finger moving inside her. "My clit is still so dirty. You might have to suck it and fuck it with that clever tongue," she grinned until she felt his finger rubbing into her g-spot. Her tune changed swiftly to a pleading moan as her pussy ground into his hand, "Oh please.. please.. please suck me. Nibble me. Make me feel that pressure. Drive me crazy with it! Let me feel your hot mouth feasting until I come!" She normally wasn't a beggar, but he turned the tables so easily on her.
 
I blushed and giggled as she moaned more to my finger play. She was beathing heavy and moans were more frantice, more desperate for me. I knoew it was over when I hit her g-spot with my finger. She was begging, pleading, dying for me to feast on her like she was Thanksgiving dinner. "Is this what you want, sexy" I grinned and stuck out my tongue. I showed her that i wasn't using all of my tongue before as it was long. I continued to finger her. and allowed my tongue to kiss, suck and fuck her needing clit. Of course, I had to give the the biggest climax she oh so desperately needed, so I used my teeth to nibble on it before letting that jolt of electricity hit her spine by biting on it hard.
 
She whimpered louder and louder the more his tongue teased her swollen pussy peak. She rode his finger harder and harder, quivering with need. Oh, the pleasure he rung out of holding her there so close to release. She throbbed and ached so hard in those bundles of nerves in her pussy. Her juices flowed to hot and thick, tickling her more from the inside as she coated him. Yet when his teeth suddenly bit down on her as his finger ground into her from inside, and his tongue pressed her flesh, she exploded with a sudden scream and spray of female cum. He would find he would have to catch her as her legs failed to support her body that convulsed with such powerful waves that she was screaming with each new crest of bliss that raked through her body. Lightning seemed to scorch her body over and over again.
 
My new little sex student has finally submitted to me. Her over-the-top orgasm was proof of that I guess that I had about 5 seconds to drink as much of her juice as I could before I notice her on spaghetti legs and collapsed. I instan;y caught her in my arms then swallowed her tasty cum. I reached my hand to the shower an turned it off then let her rest on my back as I carry her out. Carring some large towels with my teeth I took her back to my room and gently dried both of us off. "So was I able to ease your pains" I asked refering back to the nightclub. i didn't know what her answer would be, but I kissed her soft lips to make sure it was the right one.
 
She was still panting a bit when she answered against his lips, "But.. what about you?" Her hand sought out his cock to stroke it. "I won't break. Fuck me. Take your own release, Lucian. Use me while I'm softest." She kissed him back, still trembling, but clinging to him with her arms and legs wrapping around him. She looked at him with an expression that made it clear she felt guilty for cumming and him getting left without. Her hand brought his head up to brush her pussy, teasing it with the soft pliant flesh of her entrance.
 
"You want this baby?" I teased as I made her rub my cock faster. "You want me to punish that defenseless pussy?" I teased again before removing her hand and thrusting inside her hard. She was right, she was soft and oh so tight. Luckly I was deep enough so I could hit her pleasure point. "Je vais vous faire hurler mon nom, I'll make you scream my name" I said against her lips. As I gave her one more kiss, I begin to fuck her faster, harder, and deeper than the first round. Though making her feel extremely good, I was feeling that too. But I couldn't show it to her...yet.
 
"Oh god, yes!" she whimpered with a shudder as he teased her. She screamed in pleasure when he plunged inside her. She screamed louder at the first solid strike against her cervix. She hissed in a breath as she angled her thighs high, letting her calves drape his shoulders while he drove into her like a jack hammer, harder, faster, deeper with each thrust. Now it was a test of endurance for her to simply hold herself at that brink without shooting over. She moaned and grunted and screamed with each thrust, so drunk on pleasure, so addicted, so craving. She let him have his way with her body and enjoyed every moment, even though her pussy was indeed a little sore, the pleasure of being fucked so hard by someone so handsome, spilling dirty words mixed with sexy French so intense, it was all she could do not to come. The tension built so tight she was quivering with it beneath him, but still she held it back, panting and moaning and holding him harder with each thrust of his hips. Against her will, her screams began to grow higher and higher pitched until she could hardly make a sound with each pound of his luscious cock against the wall of her deepest point, perhaps slightly deeper for his tip. He felt so good, so thick inside her, his cock massaging her vaginal walls harder and harder. She could feel his penis swell thicker inside her, and knew he was getting his fair share of pleasure despite the lack of showing it on his face. Oh god, she couldn't hold out much longer like this, he was too good. Her hands some how found their way to cup his ass, instigating him while feeling the play of muscle as he fucked her oh so hard, fast, and deep. Soon she was frozen, fighting the urge to cum, but her body was fighting back. Another moment an it would explode whether she was ready for it or not. Still, she tried to hold out, give him just a little longer to wring every last ounce of strength and pleasure out of her tightening hot wet pussy.
 
She was fighting it. I could see it in her lovely green eyes. She wanted to cum so baddly that she might explode, but she did her best to hang on. I was on the verge myself. Bits and pieces of my emotinless face began to shead as I fucked her with full force. Oh shit! It felt so good inside her tight tunnel. I continued my hard pounding her brused cervix like a jackhammer but more harder and deeper then it. "Ah, So good! So Good!" I finally shouted as her walls squeezes my cock. I too was ready to explode myself, but I wanted her to do it first and I had the upper hand on her. "Allez Madeline, cum for me and I'll give you a hot, thick reward" I told her as I used my thumb and roughly stroke her sensative clit.
 
"oh... mon.. dieu.." she managed to pant as he told her to cum, but then the hard stroke of his thumb instantly stole the decision from her. She moaned hard and glutteral at that stroke as her mind fogged to a sea of stars then to complete white-out as her body exploded, "Lucian!" She came harder than she ever had before. She had only a moment to grab her breath before her body broke over the breaker all over again. A few waves later, she crested again, each time harder than the last. She was screaming and sobbing so hard her voice began to fail. His thickness so hard, so large, so deep inside her, so demanding. The feeling was oh so heavenly, pressing up against the 12 o'clock of her pussy while his head pounded her deepest point til it screamed. The waves shook her body so hard she could do nothing but let them pass, her cunt squirting cum like never before. The scent of her mixed with him in the air, it made her even more drunk, wrung her longer with each breath of it until she could taste it, until she felt like she couldn't cum anymore. And yet, each new burst of stimuli from him had her quaking all over again. Some how.
 
It looks like I win again. First with Abby and now her older sister. Her cum got all over my cock and my bed. It was oh so flowing like a raging river. I kissed her as part of my reward since the second on was coming very, very soon. continuing my jackhammer-like pace in her, I held her wrists as the moment draws near. "Oh fuck yes! Here it comes baby! Here it comes!!" I shouted out loud. Like a cannon, I gave my final huge thrust and fires my cum deep inside her. I held it in in what seemed like forever as it continued to flow in side her. I was offically out of breath. My hair was draped over my face. I finally pulled out of my sex student and collapsed right beside her. "Best...sex...ever" I finally gasped out of my mouth.
 
The feeling of him thrusting while she came, it drove her harder. Then the feeling of him ejaculating inside her so hard, so hot, like a heated water cannon, she came one more time, hard and forceful around his cock. Her internal muscles milked him for all he had. When he finally pulled out of her, she was down to small quivers, but otherwise completely boneless. She laughed softly, her voice rasping from screaming so much, "Oui, mon chere. I don't.. think i can move anymore."

Minutes passed as she caught her breath. How she managed to cuddle up to him, threading her lithe little legs through his, she didn't even know. "So warm.." she murmured, lulled by his body heat, the sensation of their hair spilling together over their exhausted bodies was like silk.
 
I gently caressed her stomach and waste with the little energy I had left in me. My legs and hair were tangled with hers, yet I didn't mind, hell, I didn'r care. It was so very good. To think, I went from dancing, to my own personal strip show, to pre-game sex, to a nice warm shower, and finally to high power sex. It was like a dream that I never want to wake up from. I managed to pull the cover over our exhausted bodies and give her one more kiss before I closed my eyes and went to sleep. Needless to say, this was my first time I had a woman sleep over in my bed, let alone after sex.

My alarm clock soon blared and i instantly woke up and turned it off. I was tired and exahusted. I shuffled out of bed and took a 5 minute shower...or was it 3...whatever. Once done, I got on my suit and tie and streched for a bit. Looking at Madeline I decided to cook breakfast for her; I did have 1 hour before being there after all. I also wrote her a small note allowing her full access to my apartment and leaving her my spare key. After eating some toast, I kissed her lips and head out the door to Snowfall Academy.
 
Abigail was a little distracted the next day as she went through classes at school. She did her best to pay attention in class, but she had a new tendency to withdraw into her own mind where memories and dreams from the weekend chased themselves in her head. Outwardly, she simply seemed a little under the weather. The truth was, she was more than a little confused about her own body and desires that she shouldn't be having. She'd had just a single taste of her sister's world, and it had knocked her completely off kilter. At least the perpetual blush she seemed to wear helped with the simple illness conclusion. Though, her flushed appearance seemed worse throughout her last class of the day, which just happened to be French.

Abby was even quieter in Professor Silver's class than usual, fearing to say much of anything, lest her secrets be detected. She simply tried not to look directly at her new obsession, tried to pretend like there was no such attachment. Whenever words would invoke images in her head, she would simply look at her book, hiding her eyes behind her lashes. Though only one person in the room had the ability to turn simple words into magic incantations. She, herself, certainly didn't try so hard as she had before. In fact, she deliberately tried not to speak correctly when speaking was necessary. It got giggles and snickers from the rest of the class at least, allowing her to use the snooty girls to her advantage for once. Nothing could be so off-putting as snobby brats that acted more like prostitutes than her own sister.

She could hardly believe herself, instigating the prep squad like she was, let alone thinking of them in new lights of inappropriate color. Somehow, near the end of the class, her nerves frayed to the point that she managed to explode into an instantaneous argument with one of the girls, shocking more than a few with the sudden show of temper. Of course, immediately afterward, she retreated, shocked by her own actions into giving away the verbal win simply by refusing to speak anymore, nor look at anyone. Most could take it as simply another sign of illness. Her teacher, would not be one of those ignorant souls, having seen the other side that Abby tried so hard to keep locked away. She had more in common with her sister than she would like to admit. By the time the bell rang for the two hours of extracurricular activities, she had deflated into a puddle of confusion that didn't really know what to do with herself. She didn't seem to really even notice when the rest of the girls had left the room. Her eyes were dazed as she fumbled inside her own mind like Alice lost in Wonderland, not really seeing anything in the room around her.
 
The morning was calm, normal, and super boring. I notice that the teacher who dragged me to go to the nightclub wasn't here yet which pissed the principal so much it was too funny. I sighed as she began ranting off the daily events. i simply closed my eyes and nod my head pretending like I understand...trust me, it's eaiser that way. When that was over, we all left for our classrooms and got ready for the day. I was no exception, espically when I get to see sweet little Abby today. I notice a bit of a change in her, but I also notice how more timmid she got as class went on. I let her be until I herd her snap at the other girls. I quickly went over there but they were already done.

The bell finally rang and it would be a free period for me. I notice Abby was still in my room. She looked lost, scared, and completely confused. I had no other choice but to go to her. "Quel est le problème?" I simply asked and gently placed my hand on her shoulder.
 
Abby gasped and nearly fell out of her seat when her mental bubble burst with her teacher there, hand on her shoulder. She blushed profusely and glanced off to the side as she fidgeted with her uniform. "Erm... pardon-moi, sil'vous plait. M-my head is.. being strange. I'm sorry for causing trouble. I don't mean to."

She found she couldn't hide her eyes from him forever, and when her eyes found his again they seemed to get stuck staring again. She'd avoided looking at him all day until now. It became quite obvious why her mind was troubling her, what exactly was going on inside it as she gained a slightly distant, uncharacteristically half innocent half lustful look that said she was remembering what had transpired with their tutoring session over the weekend. She licked her lips that suddenly felt so dry while wondering where her breath had suddenly gone. Abigail obviously wasn't use to having a crush of any sort, let alone a sexual one on anyone before. She sort of resembled a young cat in her first real heat, confused about new sensations and changes in what her body was telling her it wanted.
 
I kind of feel sorry for poor Abby. I mean look at her. She's so frail, so meek, so innocent...untill last weekend that is. I began to worry about her state. She seemed rattled, stressed out. "You looked stressed out Abigail. This won't do at all. I looked at your sechdule and I notice you have a free period next. So do I, so if you don't following me," I tell her. making sure she followed, I lead her to the music room of the school.

It was a big room lick you would expect from a music room. IAlot of many instruments were in lockers anlong with chairs and stands. The balckboard had lines repersenting a scale and near one corner of the room was a black and grey piano. Holding her hand, I led her there and sat down in front of the piano keys. "You looked very stressed Abby, so let me share somthing with you. The first few weeks here I was stressed out of my mind though I didn't show it. But then, I found this and I felt so relaxed" I said and layed a few notes. "Give it a go Abby, it doesen't matter if you can lay or not. It's all about relaxing." I stood up and laced my hands on her shoulders.
 
Shyly, she got up and followed him without protest. She couldn't help wondering what he might be thinking with this, but in the end she ceased trying to guess in favor of just letting whatever happened happen. She glanced around at the music room she had been in so many times before. One of her other classes involved choir here. She let out a soft gasp when he took her hand, but let hem lead her to the piano. She was keenly aware of the warmth of his hand as it held her small fine-boned version. She listened to him explain the exercise he was doing with the piano.

She went wide-eyed at his last two sentences, wondering if he meant to say them that way or not. "O-obviously you taught me how.. how to.. lay," she stammered, blushing profusely at a word that normally came so freely out of her sister's mouth, never her own. "Playing is something our parents taught us both young. Piano is essential for being a proper young lady, mother says."

She blinked and tapped out a few keys. Somehow her hands ended up sliding into playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Long fingers found the keys with ease. It was obviously a piece she had played many times, she wasn't really even paying attention to her hands when she played it. She just... played. It came out in tones that were both sensual and hesitant. Confusion and passion warring with each other. She made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder at him, and the thoughts in her head came out in how her fingers stroked the notes until they died with the end of the piece. Her eyes were staring at his lips with that same hesitant longing.
 
Ah, Moonlight Sonata...what a beautiful masterpiece if I do say so myself. I was engulfed by the melody she plaed and I began to relax with her. As she look me, I smiled a gentle smile and blushed at her. "So beautiful...I wuld love it if you could play it again," I said as the song end. I decided to add my own twist to hel her relax as she did her encore, my hand massaged her shoulders, her back and finally, her breasts.
 
She blinked at him, finding the coloring of his face a bit odd. But she did as asked, beginning the song again. The massage to her shoulders actually helped bring more vibrancy to the notes she played as tension left her body. Though when his hands found her breasts, she found it increasingly difficult to play. In the end, she melted back against him with a sighing whisper of a moan. Her head tilted back against his stomach as her eyes shut of their own accord.

"More..." the word was barely even a whisper. More like a thought that escaped from her tongue. She had chased fantasies all day. Now it took little more than the movement of his hands to coax response out of her. There was no more hesitation in her. Instead, it had been replaced with abandon at the beckoning of his fingers on her body.
 
I tried to get her to relax and I ended up making her moan with pleasure....sweet. I continued the massage play with her and looked into her eyes. I was glad music classes begins after lunch so we basically have the room to ourselves for the whole period. My hands began to take off the sky blue tie that all girls were supposed to wear and I unbotton her white shirt to she a lacy bra. "You still need to relax Abby," I teased and unhooked her bra. As it slipped off her, my hands got attracted to her full figured breasts like a magnet. I massaged them, rub them and gently inched her perky nipples.
 
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