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The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

Her fingers tried to help his hands gain access to her skin but they were delayed and clumsy.

"Oh..." she moaned softly when his hands found her bared breasts. "I... think.. I need.. to sit somewhere else. Before I fall off.." she commented as she became increasingly boneless against him. She was unaware of how automatically she had arched into his fondling hands. Nor how those moans continued to escape with each breath. Somehow she managed to extract her legs and turn around, but then she fell forward as she tried to stand up to follow him. She latched onto his midsection with her arms out of reflex to catch herself.
 
I wanted to catch her fall, butshe beat me to it. She hard her vice grip on me not wanting to let go. This was also bad since she was also pressing against my hard boner. "A...Abby your not relaxing enough," I tell her. I ran my fingers in her hair to start it of. It soon lower to her cheek and her lips. With my gentle touch I reached her neck, her chest, and her hot breasts with erect niples. I slow move my hands away and let it go to my pants. Stepping back I slowly unziped them revealing my silver boxers. Can't help it, silver is my favorite color after all. I teased and pulled it down revealing the same huge cock that took her virginity. "Here, relax with this Abby" I whispers and let my cock pulse and throb.
 
She watched in surprise as he bared himself to her. For a moment, she found herself starting to understand her sister's rant about Michelangelo shortchanging his statue of David. She reached out to touch that thick cock with an inquisitive expression, exploring it with her novice hands as her body was temporarily backburnered to her mind's burning curiosity. Her fingers felt the velvet covered steel of its texture, the pulse that drummed through it. It seemed so bizarre, and yet she couldn't forget the way it had felt inside her, nor the way it had tasted with a flavor that was all together unique.

Abby slipped it into her mouth, following the memory and what it had lead to. She bobbed her head on it, taking it as far into her mouth as it would go before pulling back to suck or lick at the tip, repeating the cycle. The movements, the taste, they teased her senses. She felt hot and soon found her hips moving with her mouth even though there was nothing to move on. The throbbing between her legs somehow brought one of her hands up under her skirt to cup herself through her panties. That ache build ever hotter until she was grinding against her own fingers and moaning around the throbbing flesh that she took with her mouth. She paused on the pull-back to nibble lightly at the head to see what it would feel like. Something about it had her shuddering and pumping it with her mouth a little faster. She could feel that warm wet feeling spreading in her pussy, through her panties, around her fingers. It all felt so wrong, yet she couldn't stop. She suckled him harder, craving the sensations rushing through her.
 
Her curious mind as now stepped forward. She touched me, feel me, examine my full on erection. I began to moan as she started her blowjob I'll admit, she was still a rookie at this than her older sister, but she was doing an excelent job for one. I moan, shighed and shivered seeing this action from her. It was then I notice Abby laying with herself. This was something I got to see. After she nipped my head, which caused a bigger twitch in me, I moved to her school skirt and slid it off from her with ease. My eyes widen seein the sigh and her finger lay which got her wet.

"Beau travail, Abby, you're relaxing now. Now let me help you relax more," I grinned and slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. I saw the piano top was closed and and lay her down there. I removed her wet panties and began to lick her clit and take over the fingering job for her.
 
Abby's fogged mind was slow to respond to the change. All she knew was that in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, she had gone from standing up sucking on the professor's well-endowed cock to laying across the top of the piano. His hand had replaced the one that had been at her own crotch and her skirt and panties were gone. She was splayed across the piano like the goddess Brigid across a pagan altar with Lugh the Bright from one of her sister's old world fairy tales in only her shoes and stockings. For a moment, her own image of herself switched from boring clutz of a young girl to some beautiful, sexy woman discovering herself for the first time.

Then his tongue was playing across her wet fevered flesh, her thoughts vanished and she moaned deep in her throat as her back arched and her toes curled. Panting, she mewled, trying to bid her lightly rising hips to be still. She could smell the heady scent of arousal from herself as well as him perfuming the air. Her body quivered, growing wetter and more intoxicated, mored aroused by the scent, let alone that feeling of his warm wet tongue gliding expertly across her clit. Somehow she could feel her own heartbeat in that spot as though her quickening heart had mysteriously changed location in her body to that place between her legs. Time stood still and the world disintegrated until there was just her and this man that made her feel in ways completely foreign to her until now. She could do nothing but let it happen. His charm and power of seduction were too great for her to do anything but allow him to have his way with her. It was pure magic, the way he touched her.
 
She felt so good and it got me so excited. I'd already took this innocent girls virginity and it looks like she still wants me. Well, it's a teachers job to kee her happy. I so though who was the bigger screamer: Abby or Madeline? Well, it doesn't really matter, as long as they both feel good to my pleasure. I begin to curl my finger tips and mange to find that infamous g-sot of hers. I ket rubbing it and nibbled on her clit as my free hand massaged her hot boobs. I can sence she was about to give in to my lust any second now.
 
Abby was swimming in the sensation of his fingers thrusting inside her and his tongue stroking off her clit. Then he was touching someplace new inside her, stealing her breath as her body coiled tightly. His teeth gently teasing her peak shot her over the edge, ripping a scream from her throat as stars danced behind her eyelids and her body spasmed in waves of incredible pleasure. When she finally lay still and panting in a lax puddle on the piano, her pussy was still pulsing with inner contractions. Still wet, yet more relaxed and ready to receive his thick cock. She opened her eyes to stare at him with passion-darkened eyes while her cheeks burned a sweet red. There was no expectation in those eyes, only surrender.
 
Oh, it worked again. She srayed her juice on me and the piano. Needless to that it taste good, minus the fact that it was on top of the piano. I slowly pulled out and licked my fingers. Seeing her so relaxed and her pussy throbbing like that, I knew she was ready for me. I crawled up on top of her and gives her a kiss. "Ma chère, prepare to scream like that again," I whispered to her and thrust my cock through her wet folds. Her walls clutched my cock tightly that I had no choice but to moan to it. I gave her a grin and began to fuck her nice and hard.
 
Abby moaned softly into his mouth, returning his kiss. Her moan shot into a wail of pleasure as she felt him plunge into her body. Her thighs spread wider to accommodate him, and her voice cried out with each slap of his hips against her. Her arms locked around his neck, holding onto him as her hips lifted to meet his. Somehow, her ankles figured out how to cross behind him so that he could push deeper into her body. Her arms held on oh so tightly while her mouth tried to find his simply to muffle the sounds she couldn't keep herself from making from him ramming so deep inside her. Her body began squeezing at his shaft with each thrust, building tension from the pleasure of such warm fullness.
 
When she moans, I go faster. When she wrapped her arms around my neck, I went harder. When she finally managed to wrap her legs around me. i went deeper. My moans nearly matches hers, if possible. I wanted her to just relax, I never expected to make the frist move which lead to this. Aw well, might as well enjoy it and giver her the full force of my pleasure in her. I soo rolled over on the piano and placed her on top of me. "New lesson amour, Move you hips up and down; back and forth" I instructed her to do. This way I can help both of us to cum together.
 
Abigail looked like a fish out of water when she found herself suddenly on top. She blushed as she tried to figure out how to move. She was awkward with it at first, but as he helped her, she figured out the basics of it. She ended up leaning forward to support herself with her hands at his sides as she lifted her hips then rocked back against him. She felt when she finally got it right, a low moan easing out of her as she slid back along his length. Each rock, nudged him deeper until she finally seated him to the hilt, letting out a purring moan as she rocked and pressed back slow and hard to feel his thickness rub at her inside in a manner that electrified her. She began to ride him harder, slightly faster. She was slower than he was yet somehow found a way to make it just as forceful, her sweet muscles squeezing him each time she rocked back with a new moan. Her breasts rubbed his chest as she leaned lower, moaning loader as she pressed him harder against the roof of her tunnel and her clit ground slow and rough against his groin.
 
She was a rookie, but a excelent rookie. She was able to figure it out as she tried and it oh how it felt so good when she did it. I kissed her as a reward as her breasts moved more against my chest. My hand fell on top of the piano keys and I played a few notes as I moan. When I moaned more, I play it faster and faster. "Vous voulez plus, Abby?" I grinned. I probbly knew the answered, but I had to make sure. I grabbed her breasts and made her lean bay as I buck my hips inside her fast. I went so fast that it started to make noise when I thrust in her.
 
"Oui, plus s'il vous plait!" she begged against his lips. The harder he bucked, the more she had trouble kissing back. Her head fell back as she braced on hands and knees, slamming back against his hips as hard as she could. She was shocking by the almost constant sounds coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't stop them. She could feel the pressure suddenly building inside her, muscles drawing tighter and tighter toward climax. She could feel it hovering so close it brought her to tears waiting for it. Such blissful torture. Then suddenly she was there, gasping for breath then grappling to hug herself as tightly to him as possible as her muscles clenched so damn hard. She barely had time to muffle her mouth with one of his nipples before she was screaming into his flesh as her body shook violently, leaking her warm cum over his balls as her body clamped his cock in its pulsing vice.
 
That was so good what she done. I can feel my cock get soaked all over my cock and balls. I held on to her as well and went faster. I was ready to cum. So much ready I was on the verge of going crazy. "Mon..Dieu, it's coming Abby. I got one more lesson for you," I moaned out to her. I quickly pulled out and got her on her knees. I thrust in her mouth for a few seconds and unloaded my cum inside her mouth. It was sensational and it felt good as well. "Try not to spill it and you can swallow if you want to." I said as i continued to release my load.
 
Exhausted, she had to hang onto him with her arms as she let him thrust his engorged cock into her mouth. Just as she started suckling, her lungs heaving through her nose, she produced a muffled squeak of surprise as warm salty cum spurted into her mouth. She managed to drink a few swallows before a tremble in her jelly-limbed body, dislodging him from her to coat her face, then her breasts as she fell forward to lean against him. "Oops... " she mumbled lethargically. "I... feel like.. jello..." she panted with afterglow shining in her cheeks and brilliant glistening eyes. She could feel his warm sticky seed dripping down her breasts, off her chin. She couldn't summon the energy to care, a satisfied soft smile hovering on her lips. Why did it suddenly feel so good to feel dirty? She hadn't the faintest clue.
 
I let out a sigh of relief as all my cum was out. Ikissed her neck to make her feel better. "Don't worry my dear, you have 10 minutes to be back to your normal self," i said and smiled. I began to caress her body with my light gentle fingers. i could tell she was in deep bliss. Fucking her yesterday in her room and now here in the music room of the Academy. But soon I thought about her sister, Madeline. I fucked her last night and it was something i never would forget. I trembeled at the fact that either one could tell the other and I could be in for it. I tried to erase it from my mind and got dressed. there was now 3 minutes left before the bell for the next class and i had to be ready for it. i just hope Abby can recover in that amount of time.
 
Abby nodded and somehow found the strength to pull herself together and depart to a bathroom to clean herself up. She was late to her next class, but it wasn't too hard to blame illness. She'd looked like hell much of the day anyway. Now she just looked ready to fall asleep. Which she did, for once, getting startled awake by her math teacher who ordered her to go call home. She nodded as she rose and left to the office. Instead of calling her parents, she made a bold move in calling her sister. She might not be allowed by her parents to visit with her sister, since the family was trying to shun the older girl for her liberal behavior, however Madeline was the only person who might understand what was happening to her. Madeline was thrilled to come to the rescue.

Half an hour later, Abby sat buckled into her older sister's black Pontiac Sunfire reclining in her seat as Madeline drove away from the school building. Three blocks down the road, Madeline finally charged the topic, unable to wait any longer, "So this illness, does it have something to do with perhaps passing a new milestone in your life?"

Abby's eyes bulged as she sat up to hiss at her sister, "Who told you?!"

"Calm your feathers, little sis. It's written on your face. If anyone would know how to read that particular set of body dialogue, it's me. Which is why you called me instead of Mama, right?" Madeline said calmly, grinning at her sister's flaring temper. Only Madeline had ever seen the true colors of Abigail's inner spirit during their many sister spats behind closed doors over the years.

Abby huffed a disgruntled sigh, "Of course. How readable am I?"

"You should have called me afterward rather than trying to sit through your next class. I doubt anyone would figure it out that easily seeing as it's you, the most unlikely of people, so everyone thinks. You should try to keep it that way for a while. You should also refrain from doing it again during school hours. If you must, wait until after school and find a suitable place. Honestly, a bit of practice is probably what you need to build up some stamina. Girls are suppose to be able to outlast the guys anyway," Madeline replied, lecturing then switching her tone to casual response.

"Maddy!" Abby blurted in shock, her face turning red from fresh mortification.

"Oh stop it already. This is called 'growing up.' Unfortunately, it's one of the parts of life that our parents neglected to teach us anything useful about. Which is why you're lucky to have an older sister who's already been there, done that." Madeline sat letting her sister digest her words before putting on a sly grin, "Mine was the art teacher, Mr. White. He had a mutual appreciation for violin, so we started afterschool jam fests where he taught me a whole new way to appreciate string instruments."

"Maddy! Just.. stop it!" Abby barked, growing purple thinking of the music room again.

"Come on. You think you're the only one finding the charm of music in that room? There's a reason why people trade band camp stories, Ab. Wait, you haven't been allowed to see that movie, nevermind. Anyway, like I said, there are two things you need to think about right now. One, keep it out of the school building until you learn how to hide your afterglow. Two-"

"Afterglow? Do you really have a term for every single possible piece of it?" Abby looked like a blowfish in that moment.

Madeline howled in laughter, "Actually, yeah." She cleared her throat, "Second thing, I'm serious about the stamina. You need to get some. The only way you can do that is with practice. Number three, you should already have BC on your mind."

Abby puckered her lips as she answered, "Not a problem. On the pill because of that PMDD thing. Mom wasn't happy about that but the doctor overruled her."

"Okay, one gold star. Next thing, talk to doc privately about HPV shot. Your old enough to give consent without a parent's involvement. I can take you next week. This isn't about the person that started it. It's about protecting you. Got it?"

"Umm, yeah. Some of the other girls were talking about that the other day at lunch. Someone's sister had a problem and freaked the family."

"Okay. Last, I think you should call out on school tomorrow. Give them extra disinformation and yourself more time to aclimate."

"Madeline, that's just silly. Why-"

"Abby, just do it. You'll thank me for it later. The why is because you're so use to being wound up on good little prim and proper that you've blown a gasket. It happens. It will take you a while to adjust to the world without the rose-colored glasses our parents painted. Trust me, I broke those glasses first, and not in such a dainty manner. Just learn how to calm yourself down, take deep breaths, and you'll be fine."

"A shower and a bed sounds better."

"I'll second that one," Madeline said as she pulled up to park outside the condo. She shut off her car and helped her sister inside. After seeing Abby taken care of and put into bed, she locked the front door on the way back out to her car. She dialed her mother and thanked heaven that she got her mother's voicemail. She left a message about bringing Abby home from school due to illness and left it at that. With that problem solved, she headed back out into traffic. She had just enough time to get to the club and start getting set up for a walk-on gig with a favorite local band that was playing tonight.

Madeline fingers drummed her steering wheel as she chuckled about Abby's revelation of her latest score. She grinned when she pulled into the club parking lot then dialed Silver's home number to sing the chorus to Billy Joel's piano man into his answering machine. She then hung up and got out to head into the club whistling the tune to the song on her way inside. She knew her sister would recover from what was really simply an extreme case of shock. Meanwhile, she was thoroughly enjoying this little ride of theirs. Just wait until Abby found out she wasn't the only one getting the friends with benefits package. Madeline could just imagine the explosion she was going to get out of her sister on that one. Ah, but that dose of fun was for a later date. For tonight, it was Madeline's turn to play. Madeline so loved to play.
 
Another day of school was done. I began to worry about Abby when she wasn't there after lunch. I drove my car back to my apartment and kept thinking about her. I notice my answering machine lit up the number 1 meaning I hade one new message. It was Madiline...humming Billy Joel's Piano Man...weird but I liked it. I soon had a feeling in my gut about what happened to Abby. I dressed in regularclothing and drove to the club. Sure enough when i got inside I saw her dancing. I shrug my shoulders and joined her. We did had a date after all. I wondered what she have in store for me. Well...it didn't matter; I knew I was gonna enjoy it.
 
Madeline hadn't been dancing long after her number singing with the band that was playing that evening when she noticed Lucien entering the crowd. She put on a sassy grin as he came to dance, "You've had an interesting day I hear. My sister is still recovering from your shockwave of awesomeness. But, she'll be fine." She giggled as she moved her body like a samba dancer to the swift beat playing.

"So, have you any ideas of what you want to do this evening besides finding interesting ways to bonk?" her hips smacked a sizable portion of her plush bottom against his hip as she said this. "Maybe dinner and a rental movie? Or have you something special in mind?"
 
"I'm glad to ear that she's okay. I do want to check on her just to make sure she's oaky. As for what to do before we have some real fun, I woudn't mind cooking you dinner. I can make an unbelieveable dish for you," I said and moved my hips agains her butt. It was fun dancing with her again. and I felt better knowing that every thing was gonna be alright now. "So it was you who picked her up, that was real sweet of you. Can tell you really do care for her and I'll still keep my promise to you about protecting her. Of course, I don't mind protecting you as well my sexy Lilth," he teased and gave her a quick kiss.
 
She paused to stare at him, wide-eyed for a moment, "You cook?" She laughed at herself. "Of course, you cook. You're French. The French love food as much as the Italians. Okay, I'm game for that."

She resumed dancing as she grinned at him, "Yes, Madeline to the rescue! Mama probably had conniptions when she got my voicemail about that. Oh well. I know you'll look out for her, though me.. I think you lost that battle before you begun it. I'm already rotten to the core." She replied, seizing him for a feisty kiss while her hands grabbed his ass so she could grind against him on the dance floor as their hips shook to the beat. She groaned into his mouth then tugged lightly at his bottom lip before breaking the kiss to give him a smoldering look of mischief. Snapping herself around, she kept her eyes on his as she backed her hips up to his, her hands groping more as she dry rode his moving body. She was so shameless with her debauchery in public. She proved this by slipping a hand between them to give his package a firm kneading squeeze. Then her hands were both on his outer thighs as she swayed her body against his. Her expression stayed as that of happily pleasured mischief as they danced.
 
I moaned at how playful she was with me. They way she moved and kissed me was something I would have never thought of. So shameless, so lustfull, so sexy...I loved every second of it. Natually I responed back by grinding back against her. I showed her my shmeless ways as well as I fondled withe her nice round breasts. I rubbed and squeezed them for a while until one of my hand reached down in her skirt to play with her sensitive sex. "Your not the only one whose rotton," i whispered to her and I let my fingers thrust in her pussy. The faster I dry humped her, the faster I finger her pussy and attack her g-spot weakness.
 
Madeline purred as his hands played with her black and green corseted rack, then moaned turning to reach behind them both to grasp the back of his head when his fingers invaded her.. slit crotched silk panties? Her hand coaxed his head to meet her demanding mouth. The more his fingers stroked her from under her black miniskirt, the harder she kissed until the speed of their movement prevented her from keeping up. Just before she was to come, she managed to break away. Spinning to face him, she gave him an impish grin, "Such a dirty boy you are." She caught the hand that had been playing under her skirt and brought it up to pop that finger into her mouth, swaying her hips to the music as she suckled. "I love the way I taste on your skin," she told him in a soft growl as she let his hand go. "How about we... go try other courses? Maybe after dinner, we can do dessert.. on me." Her brows waggled. There was, of course, also the part about finding out what wickedness she was wearing with the panties his fingers had found. She'd broken out some of her saucy lingerie this time to enjoy watching him unwrap her like a present.
 
Oh what a major tease she is. I felt something different when I felt her lingerie as I fingered her. I knew she was up to something, what it was I know later on. I shivered as she sucked on my finger like it was nothing. I love it how she would tease me and was ashame to do thin in public. "Mmm I'll cook whatever you want Maddie," I said as a cute nickname for her, "I would just love to feast upon you." I was now hungry, hungry for dinner and for something more. I took her hand and decided to hop in her to her place. I didn't mind the extra company since it was Abby. I woudn't mind dining on her as well.
 
She danced out the rest of the song with him, then told him to meet her in the lobby while she grabbed her purse from the back. After visiting her locker, she emerged into the lobby, then lead him out and around to the side lot where her car sleek black Sunfire waited. The interior was rather humorous with its black and purple cow print seat covers. A black tribal winged rose scrolled across the back window. The drive to her apartment was a fifteen minute commute. The front porch seemed pretty ordinary with a small garden of pansies and flowering cale in a large urn by the door, and a rose print door mat outside.

Inside the apartment was a completely different story that played out as Madeline gave him a tour. Yards of fabric had transformed the white walls into crimson and black. On the walls of the living room hung black framed prints of Lilith, a nude Mary Magdalene in a cave, a nude of Eros and Psyche, and three Luis Soyo pieces along the back wall. One battle ready succubus, one woman with a raven, and one angel with tattered wings and a bloodstained dress. A bookshelf held scores of movie dvds along with book titles by Edger Allen Poe, Tolkien, Arthur Conan Doyle, Anne Rice, Laurell K Hamilton, H. P. Lovecraft, H. G. Wells, and various other writers of suspense, fantasy, horror, mystery, adventure, and dark romance. Her furniture was mostly in black and dark woods with candles, crystal sculptures, and knickknacks that all pointed toward her love of all things dark, daring, and provocatively beautiful. Though cute also showed up here and there as long as it still fit her theme, such as her assortment of the gothic bunny from Sanrio all over her stationary, her mouse pad and other things on her computer desk. Down the hall and to the left was the kitchen, small but clean and simple except for the fridge that had naughty and controversial magnets all over it. To the right, her public bathroom had Amy Brown faeries Naughty and Bashful on the wall and purple and mauve color themes. At the end of the hall was her single bedroom was heavily themed in roses with black fabric on the wall and in the window dressings. On one wall stood another bookshelf half full of cds and half full of her favorite novels, most of those being erotica romance. On the back wall beside the window was a queen size bed, dressed in black with a rose print comforter. A large mirror hung behind her bed. On the wall beside the door was a painting of an erotic renaissance style painting of Gwenyvere and Lancealot making out under a rose bush. The other wall had a doorway to a private bathroom also themed in roses, and a cherrywood dresser with a stereo, a tv, and a dvd player.

After the tour concluded, Madeline led back to the kitchen to show him where things were. A fully stocked fridge was at his mercy. "Perhaps you should think of something to go with the blush wine I have in the fridge," she grinned as she nibbled a handful of bing cherries swiped from the fruit drawer. She held one to his lips with a sassy impish grin.
 
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