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Tutoring eros
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: STORY-Tutoring Eros, Part-1; Part-2
Date: 25 Nov 91 05:02:24 GMT
My long-distance virtual lover and I wrote this story in counterpoint
and we hope you enjoy it...
TUTORING EROS: Part-1 by Sum'ner & Kate together
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* Setting the Stage *
You're a young instructor with a fresh Ph.D. who's teaching an
evening seminar that meets for dinner then discussion at your
townhouse near campus. Thursday nights are pot-lucks, everyone
brings something good -- you provide the beverages, silverware,
plates and the like. Seven of us, mostly sophomores, are
participating, and tonight the food was wonderful and the
poems, for the most part, were decidedly un-sophomoric.
As a matter of fact, my poem an reconciling eros and agape
had a particularly exciting effect on you. So much so that
you called a break right after to splash some cold water on
your face in the bathroom. You've been without a lover too
long because you're convinced no one could really do for you
what you truly _want_ them to do...
Later, when the seminar is over for the night and everyone's
left, I'm still in the kitchen cleaning up some of the dishes
from the lamb and fruit curry I'd brought -- not entirely by
accident -- since I have a bit of a crush on you. Still, we've
both just this minute realized that we're alone together for
the first time. You turn away from me in the narrow kitchen
and stretch to lift a heavy glass bowl up to a high shelf,
one that is, perhaps, a little too high for you. I step up
close behind you and reach my arms up over your to take the
bowl and lift it an extra inch or so, but in the process
our bodies press against each other and you can feel the
hardness of my cock through four layers of fabric. It
presses against your ass and you can't help yourself,
you don't move except, perhaps, to settle back on your
heals and intensify the contact. Then, before my arms
can return to my sides, you turn around and slide into
my somewhat quizzical embrace.
"Dan..."
"Yes, Professor?"
"Would you like to learn more about eros and agape tonight?"
"YES, Professor!"
"It has to be on my terms and you have to agree to do
EVERYthing I say exactly WHEN I say it..."
"Yes, Professor."
"Use my name..."
"Yes, ...Catherine....?"
"Kate."
"Yes, _Kate_..."
"Have you made love with many women, Dan?"
"Uh, um, no, not that many..."
"Good! I like it when a student brings a fresh perspective
to a project. Now take your hands off my ass and let's
head upstairs where we can be more comfortable. Grab
that tray and let me have you carry of few things to
the bedroom for me..."
"Okay, whatever you say, ... Kate..."
"You'd better believe it!" You rummage around in the refrigerator
and put an odd assortment of items on
the TV tray I'm holding in both hands.
Long stalks of cut celery, a can of
Hershey's chocolate syrup, a jar of
bright red cherries, a stick of butter,
four fat tapering carrots, some spring-
style clothespins from the junk drawer,
a box of matches, and packet of pins
and needles. Then you add some cold
red seedless grapes from over by the
windowsill.
I'm curious. It's obvious what SOME
of this stuff could be used for, but
the rest??? I hope I won't end up
being sorry I promised to do every-
thing you tell me to do...
We head upstairs, you walking behind
me, giving directions, and reaching up
to pinch my ass and try my concentration.
We reach the door to the bedroom and...
* * * * *
TUTORING EROS: Part-2 by Sum'ner & Kate together
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We reach the door to the bedroom and...
* * * * *
* Change of Scene *
I open the door of the bedroom, and you see a sturdy, old-fashioned four-
poster bed with a white eyelet coverlet on it. There's a branch of light
blue candles on a Victorian commode next to the bed, and the blue plush
drapes at the floor-length window are trimmed with white eyelet lace.
The room looks innocent, feminine, even to the ornately framed engravings
on the wall...but wait a minute. These engravings don't belong in this
room. One, the largest, depicts a scene you know well from _Fanny Hill_,
the part where Fanny watches her friend take on the hung-like-a-horse
village idiot. Smaller pictures show a woman in Regency dress being
merrily assaulted in an open carriage, a woman in tears with her bodice
torn away and the man who tore it with his erect cock denting her
crinoline, and the scene from _A Man with a Maid_ where one of the women
is being whipped while tied face up on a piano bench.
"All right, you've looked long enough. Set the tray down on the bed table
and take off your shoes and socks."
You comply as I slip my own shoes off. I'm glad I wore this outfit tonight,
as it's perfect for what I have in mind. The short-sleeved blouse buttons
in the front, and the skirt is loose and full. I had the good sense not
to wear pantyhose, so no problem there. Panties can be so interesting
if played right. I shiver a little in anticipation; I can feel myself
start to moisten.
I fold the coverlet and sheet down to the foot of the bed, directing you
to lie down on your back, legs and arms spread a bit.
"That's right. Now, remember, you promised to do everything I say."
"I remember. I'll do everything you say."
"Then don't move until I tell you to."
"Okay....What are you going to do with those pins? Wait a minute, this
is my good shirt!"
"That's right, so you won't want to spoil it. I like my sheets, too, and
I'd hate for you to spoil _them_. So remember, don't move."
I pin your clothes to the bed, rolling down the long sleeves of your shirt
to make sure your lower arms will be pinned as well. None of the pins are
in a position to hurt you, but if you move, something will rip. It would
still be possible for you to get out of your shirt, then out of your
pants...if the buttons were unbuttoned. But they're not. And I have no
plans to undo them. Yet.
I see your hard cock trying to burst out of your pants as I move over you,
casually brushing parts of you with parts of me as I pin. When you are
firmly pinned to the sheet, I move my cunt directly over your cock and
press on it, rhythmically.
"It must be uncomfortable, all confined like that."
"It is. Why don't you let it loose?"
"Oh, you mean this?" I say, grabbing your cock through your pants and
squeezing it.
"Yes...I meant...that."
"In time."
Pressing my cunt back on you, I unbutton my blouse slowly, then take it
off. Through the shimmering fabric of my bra you can see my nipples
pushing out clearly, and I lean over you, brushing my breasts over your
face.
"Bite them. Hard."
You need no encouragement. I begin to pull away, but your teeth are
firm around the nipple and the pressure makes me start to come. I jam
my cunt down on your throbbing cock, pressing hard, jerking against
you.
"Good!"
"Thank you."
"Keep it up. Every time you please me, a pin comes out. That's one."
I take off the bra, then the skirt. When the panties come off I notice
how wet they are; they'll be stiff by morning. Now I'm nude and you're
still fully dressed. I decide there are some parts of you I would like
to see, and let your cock loose. Taking the celery, I break it and string
it, taking each string and tieing it around your cock just hard enough
so you'll know it's there. The feel of my fingers on your cock is almost
more than you can bear, but the slight pain of the celery strings keeps
you from trying to move. I take the clothespins and put one in your
mouth, telling you to open it and put it on my nipple. You do it well
for both nipples, which rates two more pins. You begin to feel hopeful,
but there are a lot of pins.
Now I take the grapes and, moving my dripping cunt up where you can
get a good view, put three of them up me.
"For each grape you eat, a pin comes out, Dan. Use your tongue well."
Your tongue is talented enough to get them all out in seconds, but you're
starting to enjoy this, and you take some time at it. The feel of your
tongue up my cunt and at my clit is sweet torture, and the rake of your
teeth as you bite the grapes sends me over the edge again. As I force my
cunt against your face, the clothespins move cruelly on my nipples, and
I can hardly stop coming. I decide to give you two pins for each grape,
since I am especially pleased.
You're doing so well at this I think I'll trust you enough to unbutton
at least the top half of your shirt, and I let my cunt brush against
your celery-wrapped cock while I do it. Teasingly I bear down almost
enough to let the head in, but not quite. Opening your shirt, I play
with your nipples, brushing my hair over them and flicking them with
my nails. You are almost relaxed, enjoying the soothing feeling of
my tongue as I suck and lick them, but while I do you can feel the
clothespins on my nipples brush against you and you are aware that this
is still very weird.
It gets weirder. After making sure your nipples are as erect as they're
going to get, I light a match, lighting the candles in the beside
candelabra. That match gets blown out and thrown away, but then I take
two out of the box, light them at the same time from the candles, blow
them out and press them into your nipples. There is a tiny sizzle as
they hit the wetness of my saliva, but you felt the heat. You are
suddenly a little scared. I take two more matches and light them and
don't blow them out. I rub them quickly around your aureolae and over
your nipples, putting them out that way, and you are astonished that
you're not burned, and you're a little afraid that things might get
out of hand, but you're trying not to show it -- which rates four pins.
I unbutton your shirt completely now and take one of the candles out of
the candelabra. I hold the burning candle so the melting wax drips
slowly onto your chest, drop by drop, and I move down your body, making
a trail of wax droplets. When it hits your skin it almost hurts, but
not really. As I move down your body I am careful to make sure your cock
is brushing against me all the time and my breasts are brushing against
you. When the candle finally gets level with your cock, I stop dripping
wax. I lick my palm, turning so you can see my tongue, and reach down to
fondle your balls, getting them very wet. You feel my hand on your balls
while you watch me lick the candle sensuously, my eyes on yours all the
time. I lick my palm again and apply it to your balls -- then, suddenly,
I turn the candle upside down and ram it into -- my palm. You cry out --
you were sure it was going to hit your balls -- and I laugh. Tossing the
now lifeless candle off the bed, I bend to your celery-wrapped cock and
begin to tease it with my tongue, enjoying the feel of the celery strings
interfering with smooth licks along the length of the shaft. I play with
the strings, flicking the knots with my tongue and moving the strings
up or down as far as they'll go. Suddenly you feel my teeth against the
underside of your cock. I bite off each string, not particularly careful
if I catch a little skin now and then. As I take off the last string I
hear you begin to gasp, and your cock is making movements I recognize.
Quickly I move to the head and suck you deep into my mouth, pulsing
around your cock as it pulses in me. I suck you harder and harder as you
come, wanting to get every drop. When your cock stops its wild spasms,
I milk it with my mouth, then lick the head carefully to make sure I
haven't missed anything. There are still little red stripes left from
the celery strings, I note.
"Now it's time for you to do something for me, Dan."
"Anything, Kate. Just tell me, and I'll do it."
I unpin your shirt completely and allow you to take it off and throw it
off the bed -- for this, you'll want your hands, and I'll want you to
use them. The lower half of your body is still completely pinned to the
bed, however, so you can't quite sit up. I take the Hershey's and dribble
it thickly down my front, between my breasts, then quickly take two
cherries and let them roll down the syrup.
"Catch them! Quickly! No, no hands -- use your mouth! and don't let any
chocolate syrup get on my white sheets, or you'll suffer for it!"
You have no time to respond verbally, as your tongue and lips are too
busy trying to catch each cherry and suck up the chocolate syrup dripping
from my pussy hair at the same time. You do it (talented Dan!), but
your neck is getting stiff from the inconvenient position I've taken up
over your face. You remember your hands are free and grab my ass, moving
me directly over your mouth. The syrup drips on your face, and your
tongue races to get every drop, meanwhile trying to tickle my clit as
well. I feel your hot breath on my cunt and your nails cutting into my
ass as your tongue swirls over my pussy hair, and once again the
clothespins bob as I jerk in your grasp, forcing my clit down on your
tongue as I come.
You've done your best with the chocolate syrup, and although I'm still
very sticky, I'm not dripping (much) anymore. I take one of the carrots
and begin to flick my tongue up and down it, keeping my eyes on you. I
swirl my tongue around it, up and down, and finally bite down about two
inches from the point, showing you my teeth as I turn the carrot, making
a line all the way around. Finally I allow it to leave my mouth slowly,
tickling the tip of it with my tongue as I watch the effect of this play
on you. Putting the carrot in your mouth, I tell you,
"Bite."
You bite it off at the mark, and while you chew and swallow I take the
carrot back and rub the bitten end against my clit, coming again while
you watch me, almost choking on your mouthful. When we've both finished,
I put the larger end of the carrot in your mouth.
"Now, move it against my clit and up my cunt. Be careful: if it slips,
you'll find out what it feels like to be face-fucked."
You fix the carrot in your teeth, trying to hold it without biting all
the way through as I move against it. You try to keep it on my clit but
I keep moving, and it's very difficult. Every now and then a drop of
syrup will fall on you and tickle your face, and you can't really do
much about it -- if you wipe it off with your hands, it'll probably end
up on the sheets, and you're a little afraid of what I might do in
retribution if that happens. You try to hold on to my bouncing ass to
position me better, sliding your hands up my hips and grabbing whatever
you can. Finally you work one hand around and grab my sticky pussy hair,
pulling me forward so you can jam the carrot up my cunt. I scream in
delight and force myself down on it, almost dislodging it in your mouth.
You thrust upward as I come down, but when I rise again, the suction is
too much for the carrot, and you bite through trying to hold it in your
mouth.
"Couldn't hold it?" I purr. "You'll have to pay for that."
At first you don't understand what I mean; you're too glad to see me
start unpinning your pants from the sheet. I allow you to slip out of
them, and now we're both nude on the bed, the way you wanted it from
the beginning. But when you start to sit up and move toward me, I
snarl at you to stop, lie down, don't move. You comply, and watch me
take another carrot, break off the tip and butter it thoroughly. I lower
my head between your legs and begin to lick around your balls, not
touching your cock, which is already hard again. I suck both balls into
my mouth and rake my teeth lighly against them, then roll them around my
mouth with my tongue, probing in between them and sucking on them. When
I let them loose, I lift your hips up with my hands and begin to lick
the area behind your balls, making my tongue hard and pushing against
the skin with it. Gradually I make my way to your asshole and run my
tongue around it, enjoying the hard, puckered feel of it under my
tongue, the clean taste, almost like wood shavings. I force my tongue
in as far as it will go several times, hearing you moan and smiling to
myself. I pick up the carrot and push it in your ass in stages, inch by
inch, in and out and in again, until most of it is in and I'm jamming it
in harder and faster as my mouth reaches for your cock, to suck on it
as hard as I can. Just before you come I stop, both sucking and forcing
the carrot up you.
Leaving the carrot in you, I move up to reach for another carrot, buttering
it while I smile at the tears in your eyes.
"Now it's your turn," I say, putting the big end of the buttered carrot
between your teeth. "Ream me."
I turn around and present my own rosebud to your face, and you grab my
hips and move me down just so I can feel the hardness of the carrot
pressing against me. Slowly, teasingly you begin to insert it, but this
doesn't please me, and I begin to force myself down on it. You hold my
hips and refuse to let me move any faster than you want, and I make
small frustrated noises as the carrot slowly moves up my ass, a tiny
bit at a time. Suddenly you let go your hands and I sit back hard on
your face, the carrot now firmly seated. You throw me over on my belly
and jam the carrot in and out of my ass, hard and fast, listening to me
cry out. Then, leaving it in, you pull the carrot out of my cunt, flip
me over, and quickly put your cock in me, feeling the hardness of the
carrot in my ass and the fullness in your own as you fuck me. You bite
my nipples and listen to me come as I move wildly under you. When you
know you're going to come, you throw yourself on me, biting my neck hard
enough to bring blood. I come with you in a wave of orgasmic relief.
When I can speak again, I say, "Well, Dan, that was _eros_. Now a little
agape is called for."
I move off the bed, noting that the sheet is a dead loss, and take the
carrots out of both of us. Bringing you into the attached bathroom, I
turn on the shower and step in, asking you to join me. Lavender-scented
soap takes care of the syrup and other sticky bits, and we wash each
other all over, enjoying the mild lavender smell and the slickness of
the soap, the warmth of the water and the smoothness of each other's
skin. I turn my face up for your kiss and move into your welcoming arms,
pressing myself against you. Rubbing my hands over your back and down
your ass, I begin to kiss my way down your chest, stopping to kiss and
lick each nipple, biting them gently. My hands move down each side of
you, cherishing every inch, as I kiss and lick my way towards your
still soft cock. Kneeling in the warm rain of the shower, I suck your
soft cock into my mouth and play with it with my tongue, sucking and
tickling and kneading your ass with my hands. Letting the cock go for
a moment, I nibble your thighs and lick the insides of them, working
back up to your balls. When I reach them, I run my tongue all around
and over them, pulling on the hairs with my teeth just a bit. Gently I
suck each one into my mouth and hum, letting you feel the vibration,
then suck them both in and hum against them both, jacking you off with
one hand as I hold firmly onto your ass with the other.
Your cock is hardening now, and I take your balls in my hand as my mouth
moves up to lick the underside of your cock in quick, short licks, up
and down. The little ridge of skin just under the head is a special place
to play, and I take it playfully between my teeth and jack it up and down
by itself. My tongue runs all around the ridge of the head and into the
tiny hole, then swirls around and down as I engulf your cock with my
warm, wet mouth, sucking hard as my head moves up on it and swirling down
with my tongue. You begin to move in my mouth and I match your rhythm,
moving against you slowly, sucking and laving you with my tongue.
At length you move my head away and bring me up to you, kissing me and
putting your hands under my hips. Lifting me against the shower wall, you
put your cock in me, moving slowly in me at first, and then more quickly.
I can feel your whole body against my clit, and the rhythmic pressure
makes me think I'll never stop coming. I can feel every inch of me against
every inch of you, the cold tiles against my back, the warm water beating
against us, and your wonderful cock moving in me. When I feel it begin
to pulse inside me as you come, I think I may melt and run down the drain;
I've never felt so good, so relaxed.
As we towel each other off with my white, lace-trimmed bath sheets, I
ask, "Can you stay tonight?"
"You wouldn't mind?"
"I'd love to wake up with you."
Instead of changing the sheets, we drag the comforter off the bed and
sleep on the floor. Falling asleep in your arms, I wonder what the
morning will bring -- and where the clothespins have gotten to.
* * * * *
We hope YOU enjoyed it as much as WE did...
Sum'ner & Kate
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