The boy awakened in a strange, dark room to the flickering of candlelight and a peculiar burning smell that seemed at once oddly pleasant and discomforting. He looked around him, back and forth, this way and that, having no idea how he got here nor where he was. He didn't feel the least bit groggy and his mind began racing wildly trying to figure out just what was going on. He couldn't remember anything. He was a blank as to all that came before this moment, and this disturbing fact pressed him with the same intensity as the question of where the hell he was at the moment. Though he was laying on what felt like a smooth marble slab, for some reason he felt sure he hadn't actually been asleep. No, this was not like waking up from a dream. It was not like waking up at all. It was as if he had simply always been in this place. Panicked, he sat up on the slab and took in his surroundings.It was clear that this room was some sort of ritual chamber. In addition to the slab he had been resting upon, there was also what looked like a marble altar of some kind along the far wall of the room, and long tables along two other walls on which he could see various chalices, bowls, candles, candelabra, and other shiny objects which he couldn't clearly make out. The door was open, and outside it he could see what looked like a normal hallway, most likely upstairs as he could see a banister rail running horizontally a few feet further out. He got up and had to catch himself as his knees almost buckled when he tried to stand.
'What the fuck...?' he exclaimed under his breath. He held onto the slab for a moment or two until at last he could feel the strength returning to his legs and was able to stand comfortably. 'That's a relief,' he thought, starting now toward the hallway. Still a little wobbly, he stepped outside the doorway to see Mrs. Cooper, another woman, and a man approaching from just down the hall.
'Ahh, this must be your young man,' said the man with Mrs. Cooper. They were all wearing black, except that the man's attire consisted of slacks and a dress shirt, while both women wore the hottest, sexiest, most revealing lingerie sets the boy had ever seen.
'That's him,' said Mrs. Cooper.
'Splendid,' said the man. As they reached the door, the man ushered the boy back into the room with a regal wave of his hand and the women followed closely behind.
'Mrs. Cooper,' said the boy, 'where are we? What's going on?'
'Shut up!' she snapped. 'Get your ass over there and sit down on the altar.'
Altar? He wasn't even totally sure what an altar was. Not yet 14 years old and now all of this... Was it really happening? Again, he was struck by the clarity of his experience; no dreamy fuzziness, no disconnect from his body, no. The hard certainty of the whole thing continued to impress itself upon him in a most unusual way.
'Put him into place,' the man said. The two gorgeous women ushered him to the altar and stood on either side of him as he sat down upon the slab. The altar was much the same as the slab upon which he had awakened, except that it was surrounded by all the requisite ritual objects, and a pale, eerie beam of light shone down upon it from what appeared to be a small skylight in the unusually high ceiling. Then the strange man addressed him.
'Young man, I want you to know that I understand full well your feelings and apprehensions at this moment. They are perfectly natural. In the coming moments you are going to receive a gift, the most precious gift any young man can be given. It is the gift of self-knowledge. From this moment on, you will know something most people die without having ever discovered. You will know who you are; with certainty, with clarity, without fear of equivocation. You shall belong the a grand tradition, something infinite, and infinitely larger than yourself. Something that will empower you all the days of your life, which, by the way, shall be long...longer than you imagine. In any case, I've told you all you need to know at the moment. The ladies will fill you in on further details, especially your esteemed mentor, Mistress Sharona.'
With that he turned toward the door. 'Ladies, do check back with me when you have finished.'
'Yes, Magus,' they answered. 'We will. Hail Satan.'
'Hail Satan,' the man replied.
Satan? The young man's mind spun in time with his palpitating heartbeat. What was going on? Got to get out of--- But before he could think one further thought, Mrs. Cooper had clasped his face in her hands, pulling him close to hers. She stared deeply into his eyes, smiling that same wicked smile she had displayed in the classroom. Her hot, sweet breath poured over his features, into his helpless nostrils, and paralyzed his fears. Her eyes were so piercing as she glared into his soul. They actually seemed to shine from within, illuminated by some dark and delicious power. As she stood slightly bent, hovering over him as he sat on the edge of the altar, her breasts swelled magnificently out of her minimal black-lace bra and he was treated to extended glimpses of them as she directed his head slightly upward and downward, her lips coming closer to his with each pass. The other woman seemed content to watch, standing quite close and causing the boy added arousal as she flaunted her own gorgeous body in the skimpy black lingerie.
Then, Mrs. Cooper backed up a step and commanded the boy to kneel before her. In just these brief moments in her presence, his mind had been given over. He was hers. He complied instantly, dropping to his knees and shuddering at the sight of her creamy thighs now inches in front of his face. Her sexy, black stockings seemed unable to contain her big, beautiful legs, which appeared to explode from their bonds just above the rims where those delicious clasps on the delicious garter straps held them in place.'Smell me,' she said. He breathed deeply, ecstatically, ingesting every nuance of her fragrance; the mind-altering smell of her skin, her perfume, and her ripe womanhood, which seemed to mesh at perfect levels with the other olfactory delights.
'Closer,' she said sternly. He moved his face right up into the magic pyramid. ‘All the way,' she said. ‘Touch me.' Fearfully exhilarated, he pressed his face inward. He felt her warm cunt against his nose through those delicate lace panties and on each cheek, the heavenly thigh-flesh. He whimpered helplessly and began to tremble. The trembling quickly became more like a seizure.
'Hold onto me,' she commanded. Oh God. Falling, falling. And these feelings. What were they? What to do with such feelings? All of this something never before felt. Imagined, yes, but nothing like this. Ripping him apart inside. Sublime, Evil, The Beginning, and The End. He reached around her, clutching the backs of her thighs.
'Oh no,' he said, now sobbing openly.
'What's wrong?' she asked, hard as nails.
'Oh God,' he cried, the tears spilling onto her thighs. He rubbed the backs of her legs sensually, the ecstasy coursing through him like electrical charges, surging harder with every pounding beat of his heart.
'I asked you a question, goddammit! What's wrong?'
'N-nothing,' he mumbled. ‘I love you.'
With that, Mrs. Cooper began to laugh. It was a cruel, humiliating, witch's laugh. It confirmed his lowly status in her eyes, informing him in no uncertain terms that whatever this whole thing was about, it most certainly was NOT about love.
'Grab my ass,' she laughed. ‘Hurry up!'
Something happening. Indescribable. His hands slid up from her thighs and began to clutch an ass so sinfully extraordinary that he felt unequipped to even process the feeling of it. Now the convulsions increased and he began to cry out.
'Oh God, Please! Please! Please!' His voice was muffled by her plump, warm thighs.
'Hold on,' she laughed.
He continued to cling to her ass cheeks, his face buried within the entryway to her cunt.
'Let go,' she suddenly barked. He was slow to release. ‘I said, Let go!' With that she reared back and slapped the shit out of him, spinning his head nearly all the way around. He whelped, and crumbled to the floor.
'Get up,' she said, ‘and get your ass back onto this altar.'
He struggled to get up, now completely incredulous as to what was happening to him. Down below, Revelations. He saw it now. His cock, huge and hard. A rock, a board, a granite tower. But what else? Something coming. Wet, sticky, slow. Urine? Don't let me be pissing now. Not in this situation. Oh God. He studied it momentarily. He looked up at Mrs. Cooper, confused...helpless.
'Come on,' she urged, ‘get up here.'
He clumsily rose up, clinging to the altar, his massive young cock dripping pre-cum in concentrated bursts.
'Well,' laughed Mrs. Cooper. Look what we have here! The other woman joined in the mirth and reached down to examine it.
'Nice,' she said. ‘Hard as nails.'
She took some pre-cum in her hand and rubbed it up and down his cock, gently. The boy moaned and clutched at the altar.
'No! Don't!' said Mrs. Cooper. ‘He's all mine!'
The other woman smiled and let go of him. Mrs. Cooper hopped up onto the altar and had the boy sit next to her. ‘I'm so glad to see you're ready,' she said. "You will have learned two lessons today. One; Explosion! That's the easy one. Two; Pleasing a woman. That's a little more involved. We'll have to work on that one first.'
With that, she swung around on the altar, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her legs.
'Come here,' she said, firmly slapping the inside of her thigh. He watched in disbelief as her leg flesh jiggled enticingly above those smokin' hot nylons. Then she slipped her panties off in one smooth, polished motion, smiling wickedly. As he maneuvered to accommodate her, the enormity of what was happening began to hit home with the lad. Why had he been so distraught? His most extraordinary fantasy was actually happening to him in real life. Or at least this seemed like real life. Whatever it was, he knew enough to realize that what was rising up within him was his first orgasm. He was going to cum for the first time in his life, and that was indeed some momentous occasion. Certainly an occasion for celebrating, not for abject paranoia. As he crawled toward her glorious femininity he resolved to get into this and to stop worrying. It wouldn't be long before he'd know where he was, how he got here, and who this crazed and beautiful vixen who masqueraded as his teacher REALLY was. When he reached her cunt, she motioned for him to kiss her thighs first. As he did, the jolts from the touch of her sublime flesh ripped through him again and again like tidal waves of ecstasy. Then she guided him back to her cunt where she schooled him quickly in anatomy and technique. The boy, not yet 14, attacked her clit with the perfect mixture of aggression and tenderness. Mrs. Cooper began to moan, alternately cooing like a dove, purring like a cat, and screaming like a banshee. She snatched the boy hard by the hair, forcing him this way and that, using his head and tongue like her own personal dildo. Her moans grew wilder and more ominous.
'Eat me, you motherfucker!' she shrieked. 'Oh God Dammit, Fuck me! Fuck me with that tongue, you fucking bastard!'
As he worked her harder, the other woman had crawled up next to him and now took his cock between her voluptuous lips, lapping up his pre-cum and humming up and down until he began to moan and pulled away from Mrs. Cooper.
'No, Monica! God Dammit, No!' she yelled. He'll blow any second! He's mine, I said. All mine.
With that, Mrs. Cooper rolled him over onto his back and climbed on top of him. She looked down at his face, watching him pant and gyrate, writhing in ecstasy. She reveled in the dazed intensity looming behind his searching eyes; eyes filled with excitement, fear, anticipation, desire, and above all, joy. The only true joy. The realization that one is going to transcend his earthly bonds for the first time; a moment he will never relive again. She teased him now with her stunning breasts, dangling them over his face, then pulling away just as he tries to take the nipple between his lips. After a few times of this, he is out of control. She fears he will blow now, and so reaches down to slip his burning, throbbing cock into port, her hungry cunt dripping wet and proud to receive him.
As he slides into her, he gasps uncontrollably, his desperate hands clutching wildly at her body; her back, her legs, her ass. Everything he touches sends him further into oblivion and, laughing arrogantly at her conquest, she lowers her breasts down over his face, locks her arms around his neck and takes him apart. Smothered between her incredibly delicious tits, and helpless to slow the high-speed ride she is taking on his stone-like shaft he surrenders and explodes violently into her. His screams are completely muffled by her breasts, pressed implacably over his face, but his body is a mad Brahma, convulsing like a raging hurricane looking for a landing place beneath her ample, gorgeous body. For her part, she rejoices with an oh-so-feminine mixture of laughs and groans, pulling him more tightly to her body like an anaconda squeezing out the last gasping breath of its victim. At length, he finally simmers and then falls limp. His final ounce of strength is used to push against her shoulders as she is now smothering him with those breasts. She sits up again on top of him, looking arrogantly down on that completely spent countenance, and admires her handiwork.The boy opens his eyes and gazes up at Mrs. Cooper with the expression he will have worn only once in his life. Of course, few will have a first orgasm the likes of this one, and few will reveal such a look of ultimate discovery as a result.
'Oh...Oh God, Mrs. Cooper,' he mutters.
'No,' she says. 'From now on, only at school will you address me by that name. Here, I am Mistress Sharona.'
'Mistress Sharona?'
'That's right.'
He is filled now with a sense of perfection. The ultimate experience with the ultimate woman. He has only one word for it; Love. He tries to reach up now to embrace her, but she takes his hands and and places them upon her breasts, exulting in the fondling motions.
'Well', she said, how does it feel?'
He can't speak. Finally; 'I love you.'
Mistress Sharona cackles and hops off of him in a swift motion. 'Don't start that shit,' she laughs. 'Understand right now that this has nothing to do with love, and it will be much easier for you.'
She stood there before him, still wearing the garter belt, stockings, and high heels. A vision of sexual power. She picked up her black bra and panties and put them on. The other woman, Mistress Monica, who had left the room earlier, now returned and sat down in a chair at the end of the altar.
'But didn't we just...'make love?' the boy asked.
'No. We just fucked. Or rather, I fucked. I fucked your brains out. I fucked. You GOT fucked! And now it is time for you to know why.'
Now while it is true that losing ones virginity does not always happen in the name of love, it is also true that it is one experience that is never forgotten. The boy lay there, a strange mix of exhilaration and confusion, in love with Mrs. Cooper--Mistress Sharona--heart and soul, but now beginning to comprehend her capacity for cruelty and the unthinkable reality that all her sexual advances toward him were done for reasons entirely other than he had imagined. As he lifted himself slowly up from the altar, he noticed that the two women were huddled close together, apparently praying. He could hear the low murmur of their voices and a strange monotone of chanting in some language he didn't recognize. He sat on the edge of the altar, wishing now more than anything else that he had some clothes to put on, trying to get some sense of what he should do next. Just jump up and make a break for the door? Sit and wait? And for what? Just hang tight and hope that his teacher was at least going to do whatever was necessary at the moment to return him to his regular existence? Bolting for the door sounded like the better plan to him, but the fact that he was naked posed a huge problem. Suppose he could find no clothes anywhere? He had NO clue where he was, so the prospect of hitting the streets in his present state was definitely a bad idea. His dilemma was resolved as the women turned to face him. Mistress Sharona glared at him now with a pair of eyes that had completely changed. They had turned into a demon's eyes--onyx black; piercing, radiant, and spraying the glinted shards of reflected candlelight around the room like laser beams in some hi-tech sci-fi movie. The boy shuddered at the sight of her and would have opted to run away at that moment, but something stopped him. Not only were his feet strangely unable to follow direction from his brain, but there an unsettling feeling shooting up within him now; something frightening and totally unfamiliar.
Mistress Sharona cracked an evil smile as the boy tried again to run away.
‘Don't fight it,' she said. ‘What's done is done.' (Jump to Conclusion)
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