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As we left the room, we met Penny and Kristina in the hall. Kristina, like me, walked a bit bowlegged. We didn’t want anything to touch our oversensitized scrotums. We grinned to each other, still in the pleasurable afterglow of our breast worship sessions.
We went downstairs. As we descended, Marci told me to masturbate and to be fully hard by the time we entered the living room. It made me feel the pain of my balls all the more, but, as always, I rose to the occasion.
When we arrived, most of the sisters awaited us. Kristina’s and my gait elicited a chorus of “Blue balls walking, blue balls walking.” Dorothea, beaming, led the women in a round of applause for Penny and Marci.
During the applause, I noticed Zoe, bent over the seat of a couch, his panties pulled down and his bottom covered with fresh stripes over his older bruises.
Daniela stood and asked for brief reports. “Zoe sprayed shortly after he earned the privilege of touching Sofia’s breasts. His training is delayed and he’s been punished. Punishment of minor infractions or first time can, at our discretion, be lesser than temporary banishment. How were your trainees, girls?”
Penny said Kristina had done very well, once being warned about being too hasty and another time about too tight a grip too soon for her liking. Both times, he’d learned well from the admonitions, and Penny deemed him to have passed to the next level.
Marci was clearly proud of her skill in training me. “Jenny was always gentle, perhaps even too hesitant at times. Always obedient, always eager to serve. I became quite aroused. I took him as far as biting my nips, then, because I was so worked up, I took him a step further and had him worship my panties to a nice orgasm. He passed both trainings. But the best part was after my cum. I edged him so much he started to cry. This was so exciting and special I told him I’d keep him on the edge for an extra five seconds but I lied. I kept him there 15 long extra seconds..”
All the women clapped and told Marci what a good job she’d done. She beamed at the compliments. I thought they could have recognized my effort in holding back so well, but no such word was forthcoming.
Next came lunch, by now routine, except that Zoe had to do all the table setting and clearing as well as all the dishwashing. Daniela had us play with ourselves and edge once right after lunch. Zoe took a long time since he’d cum. Daniela didn’t let Kristina and me off, but had us edge twice. We panted at the end of the session, straining once again to avoid cumming. I sure didn’t want to end up like Zoe and have my training delayed. I was eager for the next lesson, though I was sure to be frustrated yet again.
After we calmed down from our edging, Daniela set us up with our next trainers. They were Susan for Zoe, Kari for Kristina, and Veronica for me. Zoe beamed, staring unabashedly at Susan’s huge breasts, but she announced his next session would consist of more wanking and spanking. If he successfully completed his penance, as Susan called it, he would resume his lesson with Sofia.
Soon, I followed Veronica back to her bedroom. Her long legs in dark brown seamed nylons tantalized me as I followed her upstairs. I had formed the opinion that she was, overall, the woman who appealed to me the most physically. Her thick red hair, slightly curly, framed her face and fell nearly to her waist. Her face was a bit round (like the rest of her) and a few stray freckles decorated her cheeks. She had a stupendous bust, today exposed by a low-cut tee shirt and slender waist. Her skirt was loose and pleated, crossing her thighs just above her knees.
Just like Marci, Veronica sat on the bed and crossed her legs, tugging her hemline down. She indicated the space in front of her on the floor and said, “Waiting.”
I took position, staring at her foot on the floor. “Look at me,” she commanded. “Your lesson this afternoon is in bottom and vaginal worship. This is perhaps the most important of all your lessons because we employ our slaves to pleasure us in our most sensitive areas, both digitally and orally, more often than any other way, including spanking. I’m going to be very exacting during this lesson. Pay close attention to my every instruction. Rise onto your knees and bring yourself to the edge.”
I let my penis out of my panties and fondled it. I wasn’t fully soft, so it took very little time to stiffen up. After that, a bit faster stroking and the familiar tingling in my face and my cock began, as well as increased pressure and pain from my pulsating ballsack. “I reached the edge, Mistress Veronica,” I reported.
“Good. Maintain your edge while I instruct you.” She ran her fingertips over the upper slopes of her breasts. “Do you know why Marci trained you in breast worship rather than me or one of the other busty girls?”
“Marci explained it would be too rewarding, Mistress.”
“Yes, and there’s another purpose as well. What are the reasons you worship women?”
Thinking made it easier to maintain my edge, fortunately. “To show my acceptance of your superiority. To serve and pleasure you as you wish.”
“Not bad answers. Did you enjoy worshipping Marci’s breasts?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress, very, very much!”
“So you learned that worshipping and pleasuring a woman is pleasurable for you?”
“Yes, Mistress, I certainly did. It was very easy to learn that lesson, Mistress. I can’t imagine not learning it.” We both smiled. Mistress crossed her leg, allowing her hem to rise. I saw a taut garter on the side and back of her thigh, tugging up her dark hose. My symptoms intensified.
“That is the point I wish you to learn. A moderately well trained male sexual servant will truly see his pleasure as secondary to his Mistresses, but a more fully trained servant understands that his pleasure is not secondary, but an inescapable consequence, incidental to his Mistress’s pleasure. A fully developed servant derives his satisfaction only from hers, and sees his as irrelevant at best, as distracting at worst. I have hopes you can develop into a servant of this caliber.” Veronica paused.
“I hope so, too, Mistress. I long to make you satisfied.” I grunted my reply, holding my edge with great difficulty. “Mistress, may I inform you of my condition?”
“Yes.”
“It’s very difficult to maintain the edge this long and I do not wish to be disobedient. May I be granted a short rest?”
“Just a few more moments.”
I groaned in response, the disappointment on my face causing a grin on Veronica’s. But I obediently continued wanking.
“In training, you’ll experience pleasurable acts you’ve only imagined and masturbated to and some you can’t even imagine. So your pleasure, inevitably, is heightened. We provide you with trainers meant to arouse you and leave you wishing for more. That is why small breasted Marci trained you in breast worship and I will train you now. You will not see more of my breasts here and you certainly won’t touch them. Remember, worship is entirely about the woman’s pleasure, my pleasure. You may take a brief rest.”
I instantly released my penis. “Thank you so much for the understanding, Mistress, and for this break. I nearly failed.”
“See to it that you don’t.”
“Oh, no, Mistress.” I panted, holding my hips still, not daring to twitch my cock.
Veronica stared at my cock, dripping with precum. “Describe how your blue balls feel.”
I decided to have a bit of fun with Veronica’s question. “The patient exhibits a variety of symptoms, Mistress. He is in an extreme state. When not tumescent, he walks like a cowboy to avoid contact between his thighs and scrotum, which is constantly painful, feels swollen and extra sensitive. Upon mental, verbal, visual, or tactile sexual stimulation while flaccid, tumescence is achieved more rapidly than prior to the onset of the condition.
“The patient reports he can self-stimulate for longer periods than he thought possible only a few days ago. However, if given extra strong stimulation by hand or any other method, he can achieve a preorgasmic state at any time during his self-stimulation. This readiness, even eagerness to ejaculate, is greatly increased upon direct stimulation of the shaft and the circumcised tip by another, especially by a female who controls his ejaculation by voice command.”
Veronica grinned at me, clearly enjoying my clinical description.
“While in a preorgasmic state, known colloquially as “the edge,” the patient experiences extreme pleasure and tingling in the penis, a very painful tightness in the scrotum, which he reports to both love and hate, and an increasing tingling of the scalp that grows in intensity and covers a wider area with each episode of heightened sexual arousal. He reports that the more such episodes he experiences, and the longer he is required to maintain such a state, the greater becomes his pleasure and his pain.
“Emotionally, he reports an ever increasing desire to obey and to please his female controllers, in a (so far) vain effort to be granted ejaculatory release. Recently, the tension between the need for relief and the desire to please the female brought him to tears, much to the amusement and pleasure of the female.
“With surprise, this subject reports the most difficult time he’s had maintaining the required control occurred with olfactory stimulation. While in his preorgasmic state, he was in close proximity to aroused female genitalia and the aroma, new to his experience, nearly overcame his resolve to obey.
“This subject, like all other males who have experienced the condition, reports that the pain and pleasure peak immediately prior to the long-sought relief when it is granted and that the resulting ejaculations are the most copious, long-lasting and pleasurable they’ve ever experienced. The sufferer’s testicles seem to burst, and the release is overpowering. Afterward, the testicles retain some sensitivity and pain, which dissipate over time in proportion to the length of time he was maintained in the condition. If again sexually stimulated before full recovery, the condition recurs with greater ease than in the original manifestation.”
Veronica burst into laughter when I finished. “Oh, Jenny, that was precious. I wish I’d recorded it.” She bent forward, allowing me a view deep down her cleavage, and grasped my penis. She squeezed it and slid her hand over it, instantly restoring it to fullness. She brought me right back to the edge.
“Are you in that preorgasmic state now, Jenny?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” I grunted.
“And you love and hate this condition?”
“Yes, Mistress, but I’m glad it pleases you for me to be this way.” I leaked fluid over her fingertips.
Mercifully, she released me. “Well, this next training is likely to be very rewarding to you, so I’m going to give you a further reminder that all sexual activity here is for the pleasure of the women.” She slid forward on the bed and lifted her hemline above her stockings. “Come lie over my lap. I’m going to spank you.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress Veronica.” I genuinely felt glad. I hoped a spanking would distract me from my aching need for sexual relief. My panty waistband put pressure on my ballsack, making my cock point forward. I lay across her lap, noticing the sexy feel of the nylons. She made me tuck my length between her warm thighs.
Veronica started swatting my panty-clad bum. She didn’t bother with much of a warm-up, but struck me fast and hard with the flat of her hand. “I do so love spanking boys and it does you so much good. I haven’t spanked a boy yet today, and you’re the lucky one.”
“Thank you, Mistress Veronica. I hope I continue to please you.”
She tugged my panties down below my cheeks and spanked me harder. I gasped with each blow and kicked my legs a bit. She hit me extra hard and fast, then suddenly stopped, scratching my inflamed bumcheeks with her sharp fingernails.
“Waiting,” she said, a bit breathless from her exertions.
I knelt before her, my bum tingling rather pleasantly. To my surprise, the brisk handspanking was like a tonic, heightening my awareness. My cock hadn't deflated at all, nestled so comfortably between her warm thighs. I wanted to play with it, but hadn’t been instructed to. My cock twitched a the sight of her nylon-clad legs, visible to the straps snugging the hosiery up her pale white thighs.
“Jenny, your next lesson will cover worshipping and pleasuring a woman’s hips, and everything on or between them. Each Sister will require your services in her own special way, and I will teach you general ways to recognize our superiority and our need for pleasure as well as indulge some of my own peculiarities.” With that, she stood and turned her back to me. Her skirt fluttered to the floor, revealing her legs in seamed stockings, tight black garters connected to a lacy green garment that disappeared under her tee shirt. Matching panties covered her round, expansive cheeks, leaving a bit of cleavage between the waistband and the upper foundation. She wiggled her hips enticingly.
My breathing was audible. “Mistress Veronica, may I please touch myself?”
“No. Massage the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass.”
I started just above her knees and went slowly, up her brown stockings, onto her alabaster thighs, and finally, I felt the round, jutting cheeks. My palms swirled over the expanse, reveling in the taut flesh and the sensuous nylon. Mistress put her thumbs in the waistband and tugged her panties down below her cheeks, bunching them at the tops of her thighs, cutting off my view of her sex. My hands now massaged her bare buns. She took my hands in hers and had me grip her, making me rotate her cheeks in the same, then in opposite directions, or up and down.
I panted from the excitement. Veronica’s hips were wide and her buns very prominent. The knowledge that there was more exploration to come was intoxicating.
“Remove my panties.”
I grasped the flimsy covering and slid it slowly down her thighs. When it was below her knees, she raised each leg and I slipped them over her heels. I laid them carefully on the bed and looked up hopefully. But Mistress Veronica’s legs were tightly pressed together.
“A very good way to worship your mistress...” Veronica’s voice lowered and she spoke very slowly, “...is..to..kiss..my..ass.”
I gently blew on her just prior to puckering up and gently pressing my lips to the roundes t parts of her bum. I lip-nibbled and tongue-slid all over her glorious orbs, loving the feel of her warm, firm muscles. Veronica rotated her hips and murmured, “Mmmmmm,” so I knew I was doing it right.
“Spread my cheeks and kiss your way down from the top of my split.”
I did so, noticing an odor similar to that I’d so enjoyed between Marci’s breasts but now I felt some apprehension. What would she have me do at the bottom? I liked the feel of her bum cheeks against face cheeks, and her continual low “hmmmm” of contentment, but when my tongue felt the first ridges of her pucker I stopped.
“Don’t stop, lick my asshole.”
I’d seen it was clean and it didn’t smell, so I did as I was told. It wasn’t as bad as I imagined and Marci rotated her hips, moaning more loudly. She had me do that to her for at least a minute. I told myself if I sucked a cock yesterday, I can lick an asshole today.
“Push your tongue in.”
I whimpered and nearly teared up. I really didn’t want to as she told me, but I forced myself. I’d gone this far and, as I pushed my tongue into her, I realized I’d do anything these ladies required. Somehow, I overcame my distaste.
My tongue couldn’t penetrate far, and I suppose I only touched muscle, because the taste I dreaded never occurred. Mercifully, Veronica didn’t make me do it that long.
“Withdraw. Resume licking my entire cheeks.”
What a relief. I mumbled my thanks without removing my tongue or lips from her glorious orbs. In a few moments, she told me, “Waiting.”
Somewhat reluctantly, I withdrew, staring at her beautiful bum, now glistening.
“Replace my panties.”
I retrieved them from the bed and held them open for her. She stepped into them and I drew them up her legs, snapping her waistband across the widest part of her hips. She sat on the bed again, crossing her legs. Six taut garters held up her shiny stockings. My cock, slightly softened, stiffened right up during the panty slide and now twitched uncontrollably at the sight of Veronica’s sexy legs.
“There are water bottles in the closet. Bring us each one.” I found a box of bottled water and handed one to Veronica. “You licked and tongued my asshole,” she said with a wide grin. “I propose a toast to your humiliation.”
Ruefully, I intoned, “To my humiliation,” holding my bottle up. The humiliation was real, so I might as well toast it, I thought. She touched her bottle to mine and we drank. We put our bottles on the bedside table.
Veronica uncrossed her legs and spread them. “Stand between my legs.” When I obeyed, she grasped one of my buttcheeks in one hand and my cock in the other. She stroked me, watching my face. She soon brought me to the brink once again. My breath came in short gasps as I struggled to keep my jism inside.
She let go, fixing her sardonic gaze on me. When my breathing returned to normal, she edged me again. I moaned from pain and frustration.
She let go of my turgid penis, but clutched my bun, digging her fingernails into my flesh painfully. Next, she slapped my shaft back and forth several times, causing it to wave about like a bouy in heavy seas. I softened. She let go of my cheek and held my swollen ballsack in her hand.
“Would you like me to squeeze this?”
What a question! I had enough presence of mind to stay out of the trap. “If it pleases you to, I won’t object, Mistress Veronica. I can only pray that it won’t please you.”
“Good answer, Jenny,” she said, and squeezed.
“AAUGGHHH” I cried out and collapsed to the floor, sobbing. I was on my hands and knees, but I realized I’d sustained far more testicle pain in boyhood accidents. She hadn’t squeezed very hard, but I was so oversensitized that the effect was enhanced. In a few seconds, the pain subsided. My balls still smarted more than ever, my cock wilted.
“Take your time to recover, Jenny. I do so love humiliating and hurting males. Many of you are so arrogant. When you can, resume the waiting position.”
I did some deep breathing and in a few moments, I felt I could sit more normally and got back to the waiting position. Veronica’s lovely crossed legs attracted my eyes as always.
“Jenny, you have done very well. What have you learned so far in our session?”
I took a moment to think. “A lot more than how to worship and pleasure the female bottom, Mistress Veronica. As I’m sure you intended, I have performed humiliating acts I never imagined, all because you told me to. I am truly glad to have given you pleasure in these ways. I also learned I will obey any command from a Sister and even accept frightening, threatening pain at your hands if it pleases you to inflict it upon me.”
“Hmmm...As usual, you give good, analytical answers. Why do you say ‘threatening’ or wherein does the perceived threat lie?”
I pondered before speaking. “To hold a male’s balls and threaten to squeeze them and to follow through, is nearly the ultimate threat. I know I’d draw the line of consent at threatened or actual removal, but what you did to me demonstrated how abject is my surrender to the women of the sorority.” As I said these words, the image of Wendy, the classmate I’d dated only a couple of weeks ago flashed through my mind. Then, I’d dreamed of holding her hand or kissing her. Now, I willingly allowed a beautiful woman to hurt me and liked it. When I glanced at Veronica’s curly red hair, swelling bust and stimulating legs, I was sure I’d made the right decision.
“I see. You have learned your lesson well, Jenny.” To my utter amazement, Veronica then put her hand behind my head, leaned forward, impelling me up and she kissed me! Her lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth. Oh, I liked that! I opened my mouth in response, and my tongue met hers. I wanted to probe her mouth, but refrained. The idea seemed sacrilegious. Instead, I rolled my tongue around hers.
After a while, Mistress Veronica withdrew. She gazed at me, her eyes dazzled. “You’ve never kissed a woman before, have you?”
Thrilled, my limp dick growing, I said, “Not like that, Mistress!” A wide grin split my face.
“I do believe you have the qualities needed to become a fully trained and developed submissive. I felt it was important to seduce, enthrall, arouse, control, and humiliate you prior to educating you in the worship and pleasuring of the female genitalia.”
“Mistress Veronica, you have certainly succeeded in all those aims. May I please worship your shoe?”
She smiled. ‘Yes, you may.”
I grasped the long heel on the shoe on her upper leg and kissed the toe. I licked the entire shoe, ending by rolling on my back and sucking the four inch heel into my mouth.
Veronica laughed. “That’s enough, slave Jenny. Resume the waiting position.” I sat back.
“The completeness of your submission is very pleasing, Jenny. Though we all enjoy keeping our males in their rightful place, always remember that your signed release commits us not to injure or harm you.
“Now that you’ve felt in your body and your mind the incidental nature of your pleasure to mine, you are, in my opinion, ready to move on to part one of pleasing the female genitals, an extremely important skill for you to develop. We’ll begin with a review.” Veronica uncrossed and spread her legs. “Show me how well Marci trained you in panty pleasing.”
Eagerly, I set out to demonstrate my new skills. I started with her calves and massaged all her legs, slowly moving up to her knee, occasionally kissing her. With difficulty, I kept my pace slow. I rubbed all around her thighs up at the top of her stockings, never once touching her bare flesh for several moments. I nearly panted from excitement, anticipating the next part of the lesson.
I crossed the welt to her warm skin. My hands wandered up between two taut garter straps as far as the lacy edge of Veronica’s panties. I traced the front garter back to her nylon, then explored the smooth flesh inside her thighs, barely touching her skin near the juncture of her legs.
“Mmmmm, “said Veronica.
My eyes took in the damp spot on her green panties, outlining her lips. This time I was more prepared for the pungent aroma and breathed deeply. Though I wasn’t touching myself, a surge of cum welled up in my penis. “Uhh, ohhh,” I groaned in frustration. I maintained control while continuing my leg massage.
Finally, I pushed my hands up from her thighs over her panties and began what I mentally called pussylips pressure massage. Veronica’s breathing told me I was doing it properly. I used my thumbs on her lips and increased the sideways pressure, moving my hands up and down in unison. I sent my forefingers to trace the pouting lips, then rubbed where I guessed her clilt was.
The effect was remarkable. Veronica gasped and thrust her hips toward me. “Mmmmm, ooohhhh, ahhh,” she moaned, louder than before.
I pressed my thumb down, rotating it over her. “Oh, yes, yes!” cried Veronica, cumming. She looked at me, grinning and panting. “Again. Pull my nubbin up and down with your hands” I kept up the pressure, rubbing her clit are up and down as she told me. Over she went again, gasping and moaning, pumping her hips so strongly it was hard to keep up with her. A few final spasms and she relaxed, favoring me with glimmering eyes and her Total Complete Dazzler (TCD) smile.
I felt excited and proud. I’d made this sophisticated beauty cum twice. I was very aware of the need to cum myself, but knew better than to ask. Grinning back at my Mistress, I awaited her next command eagerly.
Veronica slipped forward until her hips were off the bed. “Remove my panties.”
I gulped and took a moment to control my breathing. I hooked my fingers in her waistband and gently, slowly lowered the flimsy garment, revealing a small heart of dark red, curly hair with the apex just above the juncture of her pale red lips. Panting from excitement at my first close look at a real pussy, I slowly lowered the panties and removed them from Veronica’s heels by feel. When they were removed, I didn’t put them on the bed neatly as I had before. I was too distracted and just left them on the floor. Veronica scooted her hips back to the bed.
Veronica’s outer lips were thick and pouty, while her inner lips were thin and barely protruded between them. They glistened from her fluids. “Touch,” she said, “explore.”
Oh, my! I started with one finger tip from each finger on the outside, tracing the edge of her lips up and down, up and down. I moved to her big outer lips and Veronica sighed aloud at my light touch. I wanted to pry her lips open to see and probe the mysteries within, but I knew that would be very much the wrong approach! Instead, I progressively worked my fingertip inside each fold. Veronica’s deep breathing confirmed my approach pleased her.
“Spread my lips.” I then gazed down her furrow, reddish with white, stringy, pungent, girl’s precum and more of that marvelous aroma. I gasped, totally aroused.
“One finger.”
I sent my longest finger inside, feeling the warm damp lips grip me. When I was fully inside, I pulled out. In, out, in out. Veronica alternately opened her closed her legs about my hand several times.
“Two fingers. Wriggle.”
I obeyed as quickly as I could. Veronica responded with gasps of pleasure and thrusts of her hips.
Next, she said, rather more rapidly than with other commands, “Thumb my clit.”
Using my other hand, I rasped her clit with my thumb, The digit easily penetrated her folds and I felt a true pleasure nubbin for the first time. The excited woman took no time to reach orgasm. “Oh, yes, yes. Aaaaaahhhh,” she cried, again twisting her hips as she came to two peaks again. She subsided and tousled my head. “Good student, Jenny.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, cock throbbing, stones rattling.
When she fully recovered, she said, “Waiting.” I sat back again.
“I’m going to train you in the very fine art of cunnilingus. This is the most important skill you’ll need as a submissive male, for we all dearly love oral sex, whether from another woman or from a subservient male. You’ll perform this act far, far more often than you’ll use your penis in our vaginas.
“You used your fingertips on and between my cuntlips. Do so with your tongue in the same way. Begin with my lips, then the slit, leaving the clit for last. Some women my like things differently and they’ll let you know.
“You can suck any of my lips or any combination of lips into your mouth and suck them in and out or move your lips up and down the length. Probably, we’ll all like any combination you try.” Veronica grinned as she said that.
“You can use your tongue broadly or focus the tip. Both work and you’ll tell which is more pleasurable to different women or they will tell you how to pleasure them.”
“As you work on the clit, pay close attention the woman’s responses. Sometimes more or faster is not better, at other times it is. Some women like to have their entire clit areas sucked into your mouth, some do not.
“And, to make it more confusing, any woman can have different desires or response from one clitlicking session to the next. Always remember to gauge her reactions to maximize her pleasure.
“Any questions?”
“No, Mistress, I’m eager to begin practicing my new lesson.” I grinned.
Veronica grinned back. “I’m sure you are, Jenny.” She turned herself, lying full on the bed, propping her back with some pillows and opening her thighs. “Climb onto the bed and begin.”
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, my prick twitching in anticipation, as I lay between her lightly tanned thighs. I thought I’d be intimidated and nervous when this moment came, but my training had familiarized me with Veronica’s pussy and I felt I knew what to do. Telling myself to go slow, I licked first her inner thighs, working my way up to and around her cuntlips. They glistened from her fluid and, as always the smell was intoxicating. I licked and sucked her outer lips, delighting in the tangy taste. A couple of times, I had to stop a moment to control my breathing.
Veronica made her “mmmm” noises deep in her throat.
My tongue tip explored the folds between all her lips and I sucked her entire pussy area, making her purr louder. I loved doing this! I was pleasuring a beautiful woman, knowing I’d soon make her cum. I felt so happy to be her servant.
I probed her slit with my tongue, but found that to be more interesting to me than arousing to her, so I rather quickly moved up to her clit. I formed my lips around her and kissed her reverently. My fingertips massaged her thighs near her junction, and she arched her back a bit, pushing her mound toward me.
Impelled by my arousal, I humped the bed gently, my cockhead swelling as I did.
I opened my mouth and sucked her clit into my mouth slowly, pulling it against the broad top of my tongue. Veronica gasped and pumped her hips. I moved my tongue slowly, and applied suction to pull her in and out of my mouth. By now, I knew she was close. I increased my speed with my tongue and the sucking but didn't bring her to go over. I drew my lips together, holding her clit and the area just around it and flicked the hard nubbin with the tip of my tongue.
That did it. A louder, deepening moan from Veronica became a combined scream and growl. She twisted her hips and I grasped her ass to help keep my lips glued to her pussy. I kept my tongue on her clit and rode with all her twists and turns, licking all the time. This was incredible. Nerdy old me, doing this for her!
Veronica grabbed my head and held it to her. She passed one peak, only to start moaning and climbing the hill to the next. I was incredibly turned on, and stayed with her, flicking my tongue as fast as I could. She moaned even louder for her second cum, then twined her fingers in my hair and pressed me to her pussy more tightly.
I kept licking away and she came once again, bucking her hips and screaming. I’m sure everyone in the house heard her and I felt excited and proud. She pulled my hair as she writhed about, and I twisted my neck back and forth to keep up.
She gave one terrific wrench of her entire body, then held still, clutching me to her, beyond screaming. Suddenly, she collapsed and pushed me away from her. Veronica lay on the bed, eyes closed, panting. When her breath came back, she opened her eyes and gave me a slow grin.
My own face was split by a huge grin that I couldn’t control. “Thank you Mistress Veronica, for the privilege of giving you so much pleasure,” I whispered. “I had no idea a woman could cum so...wildly.”
She met my eyes. “I think you passed pussylicking 101, Jenny.”
“Thank you again, Mistress.”
Veronica told me to sit up and show her my penis. It was fully hard, twitching with pent-up desire.
“I thought so, nice and hard. I suppose your balls feel quite blue?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress, they ache all the time, just as you want them to.”
She smiled. “Good. Resume stroking yourself. What do you think your next lesson will be, Jenny?”
I know what I hoped it would be, but these Sisters had a way of teasing and disappointing us. “Mistress, there’s been a progression in training from non-sexual tasks and chores to foot worship and body service, then breast, buttocks and pussy worship. The next logical step would be, I think, full sexual relations. I hope so, Mistress, more than anything.”
“Why?”
“Well, I have to admit my desire is selfish. I’m a virgin and desperately want to lose that condition. I do hope you or any other trainer receives the bulk of the pleasure, but I’m sure I’ll be ecstatic.”
“Go back to the floor and take the waiting position and continue stimulating the penis.”
As I obeyed, Veronica got up and sat in one of the upholstered chairs front of a vanity. She turned the chair and told me to face her. Since I’d not been told to stop, I treated myself to extra stimulation of my cockhead, briefly recalling how excited I’d been to bring Veronica to such an erotic high.
“Jenny, you’ve done very well all weekend. You are correct. If all goes well, you will lose your virginity today.”
A wide grin split my face and my wrist sped up.
“Zoe will not, not today. Kristina probably will, but we won’t know until later.” She fixed me with a sardonic grin. “I wish you the best and I do hope you lose your virginity today, Jenny. You’re going to earn it, Jenny.”
Suddenly apprehensive, I asked, “How, Mistress Veronica?”
She spread her legs. “Stand right in front of me.”
I stood before her, still stroking myself softly, very apprehensive.
“Would you like to have a big, strong cum, Jenny?”
What a question! “Oh, Mistress Veronica, I would very much like to but not if it would mean I couldn’t receive all my training today. Please, Mistress, don’t deprive me of that.”
“What if I told you it would please me to have you cum and delay your very first experience of sexual engulfment?”
Tears filled my eyes at the thought that I’d perhaps come this close and not be allowed to finish. “Oh, Mistress, you know I want you to have all the pleasure you desire, even at my expense.” Tears flowed down my cheeks. “If you wish me t...to c...cum and w...wait, I...I...will, to please you, Mistress Veronica.”
“Did you like it when you came in my mouth yesterday morning?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress Veronica. That was the greatest thrill I ever had!” I tried to blink back my tears.
“Well, I feel you deserve one more chance to be disqualified. If you cum, you’ll retain your virginity today.” With that, she replaced my hand with hers and stroked me, using her thumb and forefinger from the other hand to give extra twirls to my cockhead.
It felt so good my hips swung back and forth involuntarily. My cock strained and my balls ached anew. I panted and sobbed, fresh tears welling up. I was closer to cumming than I’d been since yesterday morning when Veronica let me cum in her mouth.
Veronica leaned forward and looked up at me with her wicked smile. She opened her mouth and took in my prick.
That felt sooo good! I gasped and my knees buckled. My penis twitched and my hips swung, momentarily out of control. I wanted to burst out so much. I sobbed and fresh tears flowed. “Oh, Mistress, you make me feel so good. You can make me fail, Mistress. Please, please let me succeed, Mistress Veronica. I beg you have mercy. I want to please you and learn. Please, please!” I was desperate. Mis tress held my asscheeks tightly, preventing me from pulling away as her head bobbed up and down, now taking only my tip, then nearly the whole shaft. The pleasure was so great, my balls throbbed. I clamped down in the strongest Kegel I could, only increasing the pressure on my oversensitized testicles. I felt cum force upward. “NO!” I moaned, sobbing.
Mistress opened her mouth and took her hands away. She grasped my cock near the base and squeezed it tight with one hand and twisting it painfully with the other. Groaning in pain and despair, I fell to my knees. My penis twitched and I felt fluid drip down the shaft. Feeling I’d failed, I looked down, still sobbing. A small bit of thin, white fluid stained Mistress Vanessa’s hand near where her thumb still gripped me. I cried aloud, certain I’d be deemed to have failed, though I felt cum drain back into me and my balls still ached.
With a big grin, Mistress looked up at me. I expected her to gloat or tease me, but she looked very happy. I wiped a few tears from my cheeks, though I still sobbed and cried. I noticed my cock had partially deflated, and I still felt like I wanted to cum desperately, though not quite as much as before.
Mistress held her hand up to me. “Lick your juices, Jenny,” she said quietly.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, managing not to blubber. I held her hand and licked my juices from her, making sure to get it all and kissing the spot when I was done. I felt incredibly sad, and my tears still fell.
“Congratulations, servant Jenny. You will go on to complete your training and lose your virginity today.”
“R..really? You’re not teasing me?”
“Not this time, Jenny. Only a tiny bit of cum leaked before I clamped you. See, you’re still mostly hard. Don’t you feel the need to cum still?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And do your little testicles ache and feel full?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You went to the very edge of the edge, as close as I’ve ever seen a male get. This will prepare you to get the maximum benefit from the training to come.” With that, she kissed me again. I hugged her in my relief.
My new tears were of joy, and a wide grin split my face after the kiss ended. Mistress told me to wipe my tears away with her panties, and I held them to my face. The odor inevitably stimulated my cock back to a nearly full erection, demonstrating that I was still fully charged.
Mistress Veronica handed me my water bottle when I finished wiping away my tears and told me to hold her panties open. She stepped into them and had me pull them up onto her hips. She allowed me to kiss her pussy one more time, then had me fasten her skirt around her waist. She told me to adjust my own panties to cover as much of my stiffie as they could. She kept an eye on me as I stood. I was a bit unsteady for a few seconds, but soon regained my equilibrium. I’d never felt so sexually aroused and overpowered as had just happened to me. I took a deep breath.
“Are you ready to go downstairs, or do you need to sit down a moment, Jenny?”
I took a couple of steps, surprised to find I felt OK. “I think I’m ready, Mistress.”
“Then I’ll escort you to the washroom.”