Home Schooled Vixens

[Mystical]

OOC: This is a closed thread for SweetAmber, DARKLY KRY and myself. We hope you will enjoy reading this adventure.



Her name is Mystical, Mysti for short. 5"4', meduim build but slender, hazel eyes, and a smile to win most boys and men to her way of thinking.

Her parents were long ago hippies and had looked into the night sky on the day she was born and had gotten the name from the heavens, or so they say. Her parents grew up to very successful people after the free love years and when things started going bad in their daughters life and at her private school they decided that it was time to intervean and pull her out to have her homeschooled. Since neither parent had the time to devote to her studies they decided to talk with their closest friends about their situation.

My best friend had been pulled out of school two months before I had and was being homeschooled her last semester of highschool. She and I had always done everything together even getting into trouble till her parents pulled her out of school. I started acting up more at school because she wasn't there anymore, skipping school, not doing my work, and hanging out with the boys.

A few months before all the trouble had started the girls had turned 18. They celebrated their birthdays together every year with their families. Well this year they deicded that it would be different they were adults now and wanted to have their own party and plans with no parents. The girls parents agreed and that is where the trouble started.

After talking with her friends parents on how they were doing it. They found out that their friends daughter was being privately homeschooled at a Mr. Darkly's home monday through friday 7:30 am till 4:00 pm. The long ours they said was not only for them because they didn't get home till around 5 it was also for making sure he could cover everything with her in one day that needed to be. And so far she was doing much better then she had ever done in regular school. My parents after thinking about it decided to call Mr. Darkly and ask him if he could possibly home school me as well. He agreed he could take me on as well and to have me ready for the following week to start on monday. He gave them a list of what I would need and telling them that their was no need to buy any special clothes because the uniforms we wore at the private school would be better. Keep our minds set more with a school invornment then worrying over what to wear for the day.

After talking with Mr. Darkly my parents came and told me what they had decided to do and where I would be completeing my education. I was thrilled to find I would finally be back with my friend and didn't really care that her and I were the only students he had.

Monday morning donned, sunny and was supposed to be warm that day. I took a quick shower and put on my uniform. Knee high stockings, black and white penny loafers, red and black pleted plaid mine skirt, and a short sleeved white buttun up blouse. I wore white thong panites and bra to match under it. Heading down stairs I kissed my mom and ate a small breakfast and headed out the door. Mom and Dad deciding that I could still have my car because they couldn't take me to Mr. Darkly's house and be ontime for wark themselves. But making me promise I wouldn't mess up again or they would find a way to make sure I got there.

Getting into my car I set off to Mr. Darkly's house for my first day of class...

 

[DARKLY KRY]

Meet Mr. Darkly.

Thomas Darkly: Age 26.

Thomas Darkly was raised in a single parent home. His father had said that his mother had left after he had found her in bed ,their bed, with another man. Thomas was five at the time and could not remember the event, although he sometimes had vague recollections of a dark haired women with a soft voice holding him to her breast. Thomas never doubted his father's version of the story, though truth be told, Thomas' father was a raging alcoholic who had had a nasty habit of taking his fustrations out on his frail, and innocent, wife. After one near fatal episode, she felt she had no choice, and with the help of her parents, disappeared both from her husband and child's life. Thomas never doubted his father...Thomas knew in his heart, all women were unfaithful temptresses.

Thomas' father worked hard at the shipping docks. Day and night, twelve hour shifts minimum. He didn't have time to spend with Thomas, so, taking the most obvious path, he carted him off to an all boys private military school. Here Thomas exceeded in both academics and sports. His athletic prowness the result of an extremely well developed body. Tuant and muscular, his body oozed sexuality. His brown hair, cut military style as was the policy of the school, accented his dark brown eyes. His strong jaw and chiseled facial features made him the embodiment of a classic Greek god. Women would have swooned at his presence, but Thomas had no awareness of this, since contact with females was strictly prohibited by the school.

Thomas graduated with honors and was selected into the education program of an all male teacher's college. Thomas would have prefered to go to a co-education facility, but the college had an agreement with the military school and select student recieved reduced tuition. For Thomas, and his father, it was a free ride. Thomas graduated second in his class and returned to teach geo-political science at his former military school. Again it was basically a free ride, and besides, Thomas was already well aquainted with the campus and it's staff.

It was the alcohol incident that closed this chapter on Thomas' teaching carreer. It's funny when you think of it; this was the second time alcohol had played a damaging role in Thomas's life, and once again Thomas was innocent of involvement.

Every teacher at the military school was assigned a dorm facility to supervise. It helped the school reduce staff and kept costs low. Thomas' dorm, that year, had it's share of "independent" thinkers. And It didn't reflect well on Thomas that on a last minute tour, setup for the "very influencial" parents of a prospective student, two of the boys were discovered to have been quite intoxicated. The official report never mentioned the girl in the room, or the fact that Thomas had made arrangements for another instructor to cover for him that night, since he had gone home to celebrate his father's fiftieth birthday.

Discipline was harsh given the circumstances, and Thomas, the least senior instructor, had been dismissed. Once again a woman had destroyed his life.

Thomas had had no tenure, and with a soiled record no qualified instituion desired his services. After a year of searching, Thomas took his only option..homeschooling.

It seemed Thomas' reputation had proceeded him somewhat. Although no one really knew the story, it was well known that this highly intellegent and capable instructor had been let go by a very prestigious military school. This kept most students away and Thomas could not be fussy about whom he accepted.

His first, and only student was a girl named Amber. Smolderingly beautiful, with sapphire eyes, golden casscading hair, smooth satin skin, full pouting lips and a body stretching the seams of girlishness into fullfledge womanhood. She had been a "troubled" student. Capable of exceling, but falling far short of her potential.
Thomas had performed his responsiblities professionally and soon Amber had show remarkable improvement. Word had gotten out around town and Thomas had been asked to interview a second potential student. Another "troubled" kid. He had heard that the two students had know each other previously and secretly wondered if this would result in him having to change his "approach." What he didn't know..couldn't know, was just how much his approach would change.

 

[Mystical]

Getting into my car I set off to Mr. Darkly's house for my first day of class...

20 mins later I pull up outside Mr. Darkly's home. Grabbing my pack from the back seat, "Looks like I am the first one here. I wonder what is taking her so long?" I thought to myself as I get out of the car. Heading to the door I stop and catch my breath letting the nerves settle inside my tummy.

Walking the rest of the way to the door I ring the doorbell. Waiting for someone to answer I think about what got me here in the first place.

(My parents were planning on taking a weekend mini vacation for themselves. AS soon as they left I called my girlfriend and told her to come on over that mom and dad had left already. As soon as I was off the phone I called a couple of guys I knew from the local boys private school and invited them over as well for a little mini party. The party had been in full swing and everyone was laying around in some state of undress when my parents came home. They had fogotten their directions to the little country inn they were going to be staying at so they came home to get them. Right when they walked in the front door I was on my knees giving my date one hell of a blow job, that is about the extent of my play with males. Well mom fainted and dad turned beet red and threw everybody out. Neither one of them wanted to listen to me, which I couldn't blame them I meen come on they just caught their little girl with her head and mouth in some guys crotch. Not the way I wanted them to find out I was exploring sex now. All night they kept at me asking me how many and what had I done. They didn't beleive me when I had said that I had never gone all teh way yet with a guy.)

Oh well no point remembering the ugly crap from that night a month ago. Just a few more months and I will be off to college and then I could have some real fun.

Standing there I begin to wonder if Mr. Darkly was even home, when the door opened to the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. The first thing I noticed were his bedroom eyes, I felt them calling me as I stood there. As I inspected him I could feel the heat gathering between my legs, I knew this was going to be a long day. But hey who knows it may be fun also.

He stepped back to allow me to enter....

 

[DARKLY KRY]

Trouble comes calling...

Thomas had just finished laying out his teaching supplies and was heading to the kitchen area to top off this morning coffee.
Caffeine was Thomas' only true vice. He had developed a two cup a day habit while teaching at the military school. Some of the nights supervising the boys of the assigned dorm could get a little long, and Thomas appreciated the jump kick his morning hit delivered.

Halfway through the hallway, he heard the doorbell ring. Stopping briefly, he checked his wristwatch. Then, clearing his throat, he headed to the door.

Pausing before the heavy oak door, he set his coffee down on the entry's accent table and pulled smartly on the hem of his sweater vest, snapping away the non-exsistent wrinkles.

With a firm grip, he turned the brass knob, and opened the door to a new, and dangerous, begining.


She had arrived.

Mysti stood before him, in a her school uniform. She had grown over the course of the year, and the tight uniform strained under the stress of her emerging womanhood. Their eyes met. For a moment, he felt a sudden wave of heat pass over him. "It's going to be hot today," he thought to himself, standing there in the cool morning air. And without a word he moved aside and ushered in a whole new chapter of his life.

 

[Mystical]

As I passed my sexy teacher I decided to sashey a little more then normal. I had noticed the change in his eyes when he looked at me and began to wonder "This might just be fun after all." As I got further into Mr. Darkly's home I could smell the scent of coffee on the air. I turned to Mr. Darkly, giving him a smile that was a little mischeavouis and innocent I asked "Mr. Darkly is that coffee I smell? Is it alright if I may have some?

Waiting for his response I returned to looking at his home. I had entered the class room it seams. He had decided to use the library of the house as the place to educate. It apeared that this man was very well organized. The books that lined the walls were some very well known and not so known authers. He also had a few very old books that the bindings were coloring from age. I loved to read and was glad that he had chosen this room to cunduct the teachings of the lessons. He had laid out the supplies he would need for the day. Everythning was placed just so and gave off the impression that the man himself paid a lot of attention to detail.

Turning I walked out of the room and had wondered to the kitchen folling my sense of smell. The kitchen looked as if it had seen a lot of use. It wasn't dirty, in fact was very clean considering it was a bachlors kitchen. But you could see tale tell signs that Mr. Darkly enjoyed cooking for himself at least someof the time. There was a shelf above the stove that held spices, some half full, others noticably used a great deal. The counter top had a dew apliances that my mom has in our kitchen at home. There were no signs of a womans touch here or in the library. Everything I had seen so far confermed to me that my teacher, Mr. Darkly lived alone. "It suits him." I thought as I waited for his response.

When he spoke I nearly jumped out of my skin. He had been very quiet up to this point and his voice startled me out of my thoughts.

 

[DARKLY KRY]

A Folgers' moment?

Thomas stood stiffly aside the door as Mysti entered. Her body swayed hypnoticallyas she walked, as if carassessing the air around her. Thomas caught the scent of her as she passed, borne up on the currents and eddies she had created. It's fragrance filled his nostrils. His muscular chest expanded as he unconsciously drew her essence deeper within himself. The aroma was a pallet of soap, shampoo, freshly washed skin, and light perfume, and ...something heavier......something......

As the door clicked shut Thomas turned and found himself staring directly into Mysti's hazel eyes. For the second time a wave of heat slithered across his frame........something......else.
He was aware of her speaking, but heard no words.

"May I have some?"
Thomas' mind screamed him back to awareness.
"What?" he asked.
"Coffee." she said, "May I have some?"

Thomas turned back to the doorway to retrieve his own cup.
"Well, I'm not so sure ........"

Turning back around, Thomas found himself standing alone in the empty hallway.
In dazed silence he stood there until the sound of movement in the kitched caught his attention. Without his own awareness he followed it's calling.
She turned to face him as the entered. His eyes darted first to the empty glass pot sitting on the automatic coffee maker, then to her, leaning back against the counter's edge both hands cradling a black porcelain mug. Thomas recognized the mug. He had gotten it from his students the first year at the military school. It was his favorite mug.He never used it.

" I just love a good cup of coffee in the morning," she cooed, forming her lips into a bow of seduction and blowing across the coffee's steaming surface, "So strong and hot."
Thomas tried to swallow. His throat felt like it was made of cotton.
An eternity later, he found his voice again.
"I think we had better get started," he croaked, and turned slightly, an invitation for her to follow.
"Oh," she said pertly. "Eager one aren't you?"
And with that she passed by him, crouching slightly as she did, looking shyly into this face, her lips still teasing the coffee's vapors.
Thomas stood an watched her go. Stiffness held him there, unmoving. He was experiencing a mental storm, rare for his usually crystal clear mind. He couldn't, for the life of him, remember what today's lesson plan was supposed to be.

 

[SexyAmber]

OOC

(pants pants from having been working..I'm coming I promise)

 

[Mystical]

OOC: Yeah our Ambers back. I will wait a bit till you post then we can have fun

 

[SexyAmber]

*Amber*

Her name is Amber. She is curvy fair-haired haired beauty raised in the upper class. She lead a sheltered life being the only child of two seemingly picture perfect society parents. She was their princess, spoiled and kept secluded in her own fairy tale world. The truth is her father spent more time at work and her mother shopping then anything. She is raised by nannies and maids. After going to a very exclusive private school and receiving average grades, of course her parents in their snobbery assumed it was the school’s fault, assumed that their princess could not be left than perfect. Snatching her by the air her mother, immediately withdrawing her from the school and enlisting the help a re-nound home school teacher named Darkly.

“Mr. Darkly”, she whispered to herself with a touch of French Accent. She had grown fond of this ruggedly handsome teacher she spent her days with. Her hair was brushed slowly by the maid, the endless locks of gold neatly smoothed and a single diamond barrette placed in the top. Her cobalt gaze, hinted with flecks of jade, seemed to sparkle brilliantly as she applied a hint of blush to rosy cheeks. She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she applied a thin coat of cotton candy hued lip gloss to the inviting pout of her mouth. The maid, Helen, clucked her tongue, “Now now Amber not too much make-up”. She sighed and rolled her eyes, leaving the beauty of her angelic face natural save the glossy temptation of her full lips.

She dressed as she did every day, a red plaid skirt that seemed to grow shorter against her bloomed body with each passing day, revealing the curve of her shapely caramel legs. A white button down shirt that could barely continue the ripe swell of her breasts as they achingly tested the material. And black sandals that revealed pink polished toes. She walked down the marble hall of her parents estate and paused passing her mother’s dressing room. Today an addition. She sprayed a bit of her mother’s Chanel perfume on the arch of her throat, as the droplets melted into her skin again her thoughts drifted to Mr Darkly, his manly scent as he leaned over her body to check her work.

She looked at the clock and darted off to the car that awaited her.

She arrived at the house and heard her heels clicking on the stone path to the door. Her golden eyebrow arched swearing her heard another female voice inside and perhaps even a familiar one. With a wiggle of her hips she rapped on the door….

 

[DARKLY KRY]

Trouble comes in twos..

Thomas remained in a trancelike state. He was a mass of confusion. Desperately trying to organize his thoughts, his mind wrestled to gain its footing through a tempest of sensory overload. His body revolted against his will with surges of heat that coated his skin with sheens of sweat one minute, and sent rivers of chills through him the next. His nostrils flared, disorientated by the assult of aromas; steaming coffee, perfume, the musk of his own skin, the sweet, clean fragance of hers. He could still hear her voice....innocent and tempting, as if every word was a challenge to his authority. And there was the throbbing of his own heart, as the blood rushed though his stimulated system. It suffocated all his thoughts with its increasing pounding, pounding, pounding......

"I said, aren't you going to get that?"
"Mr. Darkly?"

Thomas slowly turned to the sound of Mysti's voice. He could see her in the other room, her body the statement of rebellion. Sitting there in her school uniform, rearing the wooded chair back on it's hind legs as if it was a stallion being broken by an experienced rider, her face, peering innocently, yet sarcastically into his own.

"Hello? The door. Aren't you going to get that?"

Thomas' internal storm instantly ceased. A moment of repreive was all the was necessary. He cleared his throat, snapped his sweated vest, and headed to the door.

The heavy oak door, opened to reveal the perfection of innocence. Thomas was left breathless at the sight of her. Over the last several weeks, this was a ritual Thomas had become familar with, but never grown accustomed to.

Amber. Amber was in many ways a contradiction to Mysti. Her golden tresses always neatly brushed, her make-up only served to accent a perfection that truely needed none, her poise and bearing, the result of being raises in the "right" home with all the proper ammenities.

Thomas had a fondness for Amber. Over the past several weeks he had found her to be politely cordial, almost shy. She handled herself in a respectful and mature manner. And as student, Thomas was surprised by the level of her academic performance. In fact, if truth be told, Thomas had a "crush" on Amber. He often fantasized, though not in a sexual way, what a realtionship between them might be like were she a few years older.

Amber stood in the doorway looking into Thomas' rugged features. She smiled warmly, sending sparkles through her teal colored eyes. Unable to help himself, Thomas smiled back, feeling like a shy highschooler again. He step aside and let her in.

"Mysti!"
"Amber!"

Thomas turned quickly to find the two girls had met halfway across the distance that had seperated them. Mysti's books were scattered on the floor, victims of her excitement, a couple loose sheets of paper still quivered from the momentum of the fall.
The two girls were entwined in a warm embraced that Thomas' mind quickly captured and named "the homecoming."

Thomas stood there, his hand still resting on the brass knob of the heavy oak door. He soaked in the display of the girl's affection for one another, and a twinge of jealousy tugged when he saw Amber's radient face. His hand fell from its brass respite, and he walked towards the girls. It was a moment caught in the syrupiness of time. Thomas' approach seemed to take an eternity as the image of the friend's embrace burned deep within his mind.

He stopped and firmly placed his hand on each of the girl's shoulders.
"Ladies, I believe we have work to do. I think we should get started. OK?"
The remark was a statement not a request.
The two girls broke their embrace then moved in unison to the edge of the table. Mysti stooped to pick up the fallen books and Amber swept up the loose pages. They placed them on the table, then, looking at each other, stole one last hug, and settled down into their seats.
Thomas watched the two in their performance. A smile struggled to tug itself upon his lips. He thought back to something he had learned in this psychology classes at the university, something about child developement, something called "the terrible twos."

 

[SexyAmber]

After all this time..

Again she heard the female voice from within and her nose crinkled in her naïve jealousy that Mr Darkly may have a girlfriend. As the door drew open she saw him and a brilliant smile curled the inviting pout of her pinkened tiers. Her turquoise gaze lifting into the deep kohl recesses of his eyes, she could feel her breath caught. Then a hand moved from behind her back and a shiny red apple was produced as her smile grew only more dazzling. “An apple for the teacher.”

It was then as she stepped through the threshold of the door that she saw her.
“MYSTI”, she squealed in delight and ran to her, arms around her neck immediately, books dropped at Mr. Darkly’s feet.

Mysti, the girl she had met so many years before at summer camp. They did everything together. She was in awe of this bold and outspoken girl. She had such freedom and expression, like she had lived so many more lives than Amber. Then on Parent’s day, when Amber’s parents arrived she rushed to have them meet Mysti. After criticizing Amber’s new “rustic” appearance and her mother harshly wiping off the lipstick that Mysti let her use the introduction began. Her parent’s as always were cordially polite and cold. Before leaving her mother kissed each of her cheeks then her hand cupped her daughter’s face.

“We do not want you hanging around that Mysti girl, Amber.”, her mother released her face and stood.
Amber seethed with anger for the first time showing her defiance.
“I will mother and you can’t stop me, Mysti is my best friend.”, her beautiful angelic face twisted in anger as her velvety voice rose, people’s heads turning.
That was enough for her parents. Public embarrassment. Her arm was quickly snatched by her mother’s grip and she was dragged toward her cabin, her mother hissing through the plastered fake smile on her lips as they passed through the other children and parents. “Amber Arianna Trebecet, you are packing your things and we are leaving.”

No sooner was she in the limousine and traveling the countryside back to her parent’s estate. She cried silent tears as she didn’t even say good bye to her friend. Mysti the eccentric girl that told her about smoking cigarettes, parties with boys and practicing on your pillow. Never really knowing if Mysti did all these things but she was so animated when she spoke, so creative and witty.

Even now, at night she would press her pouty lips to the pillow and murmur, “oh Thomas…Oh Thomas”. Pressing her young curved body against the sheets. She had such a crush on Mr. Darkly wondering what it was like to be his girlfriend.

And now all these years later here she was. She turned hearing Mr Darkly and winked at Mysti, “He isn’t that bad, just strict sometimes.” She refused to let go of Mysti’s hand then she sat at the oak table and got out her books and her lashes batted at Mr Darkly as the smile radiated the purity of her features, like a chin doll her skin of creamy porcelain. “What are we learning today?”

 

[Mystical]

*Smiling*

Finally Amber was here and it had been such a long time since I had seen her. Her parents had never really liked me thinking the worst and never really understanding I wasn't half as bad as they thought. I had always put my slutish side forward trying to hide the fact I was very inexperienced and had some issues with low self esteem. But Amber was the only one that I had ever let get close to the real me but I still think she had her doubts to my innocence as everyone else had.

Giving Ambers hand a squeez, I sit down next to her. I had watched Mr. Darkly as he opened the door to my best friend. She was standing there in innocent perfection her cupid bow mouth was lightly colored. His whole mood had changed from one of pure lust to one of affection. Amber had had that effect on people for as long as I had known her. Being just a little in love with her myself I understood what Mr. Darkly was feeling. Since summer camp and her parents snubbing I had tried to do everything I could to plese her parents so that Amber and I could spend more time together. But nothing I did was ever good enough they seamed to like my parents well enough just not me. Oh well I was still Ambers best friend they hadn't stopped that from continueing.

"What are we learning today?" Amber asked

Waiting for Mr. Darkly to answer I watched Amber watching him. We had talked about her latest crush but she had never given me a name. Knowing now just who the crush was I smiled. Neither one of them reaslized about the others feelings. Amber was sitting there with a look of innocence and sexual daring that just waiting for him to answer.

"Mr. Darkly?" I say

 

[DARKLY KRY]

what dreams may come....

After the intitial awkwardness of the girl's reunion. Thomas seemed to regain some sense of composure. His years of teaching at the military school had prepared him well for the role of instructor, and he easily slid into its mold.
"Ladies," he said, starting his opening lecture, " We are here to perform a task. I have be procured by your parents to improve your academic performance, and complete the education offered you by the public school system. I will be the instructor, you the student...any questions?" Thomas had said this all by rote as he paced like a sentry on the room's dull area rug.
The girls stole glances at one another. Amber krinkled up her nose in true girlish fashion, as Mysti rolled her eyes with grotesque exaggeration and tried to keep from laughing.
Keeping up his military vigil, Thomas never noticed the girl's mocked performance.
He stopped, placed both hands on the table's surface, and leaned forward. "Any questions,then?"
Amber shook her head innocently, but Mysti barked a loud "No Sir!" and fired of a mock salute. Amber's face contorted with surpressed laughter. Thomas merely stared.
The rest of the day went rather smoothly. The girls paid attention as Thomas explained the fundamentals of the day's first lessons. Algebra, geography, and American literature. He was impressed with the girl's overall behavior, and began to relax, although not visibly. He smiled from time to time, when peering over his instructor's manual he'd catch glimpses of the two girls, looking at each other's work and pointing out each other's errors.

After a short break for lunch, during which the girls eat meals they had prepared at home and Thomas provided sodas, they were ready to resume. The day had gotten warmer and the room took on a warm sleepy quality bathed in the afternoon sun. Thomas pulled the blinds till the room was painted in shaded streaks, and collecting his materials, prepared to begin the afternoon's lessson. He allowed the girls a bathroom break and they both took off giggling to the room at the end of the hall. Thomas took this oppurtunity to remove his sweater vest and laid it on the leather reader's chair in the corner of the room. Removing the swetaer had ruffled his stricly combed locks, and they now hung about his face giving him a more youthly and virile appearence. The effect was immediate. The girls, returning from their reprieve, saw Thomas standing there, and exchanged glances with one another. Glances that spoke in a language of its own. They took their seats and the lesson began.
It was different now. Thomas felt it. The girls seemed distracted and fidgety. Thomas felt tight and constrainted. The room, darker now, felt more primitive and unaccomdating. There was a stifled heat in the room and Thomas felt the familar touch of this morning's heatwaves tempting his body's surface.
During the physics lesson, a subject Thomas adored, the girls seemed totally disinterested and distracted. They squirmed in their seats, yawned, and succumed to fake fits of coughing. After incorrectly answering Thomas' question on ion transference for a fourth time, Thomas, now standing between the girls in a vain attempt to seperate them, impatiently reached to the center of the table for a chart of the periodic elements.
"Girls, how many times have we covered this?" he hissed in desperation, "Look, it's right here on the chart!" Thomas' hand reached the chart and attempted to snap it to him. The corner of the chart caught on a book, pulling free of Thomas' grasp with a violent tug.
Thomas quickly brought his fingers to his face, examining them. He held up his index finger for closer inspection. The pink line drew itself across the skin's surface, darkened, and shed its first crimson tear. Thomas watched the blood collect on the surface, the burning sensation being replaced by the throbbing echo of his beating heart. His skin felt hot and clammy. He was mezmorized by the sight. Thomas grew aware of a coolness spreading near his writst, and broken from his trance, looked down to see Mysti's slender fingers wrapping themselves around his open palm. Looking into her face, her eyes held his, as she slowly brought the bleeding member to her pouting lips. Thomas watched, unable to respond. Her lips parted and Thomas felt the warm wet velvet of Mysti's mouth fold itself upon its throbbing victim. She held it there for what seemed an eternity, then slowly withdrew it, only to stop and feed it in again. Her mouth was wet, so wet, and Thomas was gripped by a thousand urges. Each time Mysti withdrew the violated digit, she sucked it backed deeper into her moist cavern. Five or six thrusts and Thomas felt his second knuckle scrape her porcelained teeth.
Thomas gasped in ragged breaths. Completely surrenduring to the senstations that swept him. He felt a movment in his groin, and recognized the feel of his hardening cock as it slid along the surface of his thigh.
Thomas was an athletic man. Lean and strong, his body honed by his athletic lifestyle. Thomas' athletic prowness had gained him recognition throught his military school and college experience. And as an instructor at the military school, Thomas had continued to discipline his body, coaching several of the school's sport teams; working out with them on the fields and showering with them at practice's end. Unknown to Thomas, he held the admiration of several of the male students, both for his athletic achievements, and for the enlarged size of his male member, the subject of several lockeroom jokes, and more than a few shy coversations.
Thomas began to rock upon his feet, keeping time with Mysti's thrusts. His finger awash in fluid pleasures. He was aware of the arousial between his legs and sensed his organ's impatiace. Almost imperceptably, he began to feel a gentle stroking, subtle and soft, caressing his upper leg.

 

[SexyAmber]

A private lesson...

A smile lit her angelic features as Mysti squeezed her hand, laying her books on the table she leaned over pressed her cotton candy painted tiers to her raven haired friend’s cheek and whispered softly as Mr. Darkly organized his papers. Then finally drew out her noteback to write. Her scarlet tempting bottom lip was repeatedly bitten in her teeth as she had to stifle laughter at Mysti’s witty retorts to Mr. Darkly’s attempt at disciplining them. As he went into the other room to remove his sweater, her turquoise gaze flashed to Mysti as she spoke over her notebook. “Isn’t he just so sexy?”, she immediately started making mock kisses on her notebook and cooing softly, “Oh Thomas”. Then her whimsical laughter started and she began coughing as he returned.

As his hand snatched the chart she gasped seeing the immediate scarlet rise to the surface. Then her face flushed as she saw Mysti close her mouth around the finger and begin slowly mouth fucking his long finger in the warm cavern of her mouth. Her ocean swirled eyes widened as she saw Mysti’s other hand crawling up his muscled thigh. Never had she witnessed such display of passion, she being a slow chew on her lip, a nervous habit she had always had. As Mr Darkly looking her beautiful friend’s eyes she saw his arousal evident in his pants. Again, she looked at Mysti, the way her soft mouth nursed his finger then drew her sapphire gaze up to Mr Darkly’s face. She twirled her hair gently around her finger, unsure of what to do as she watched the interlude, then clumsily got up and went to the kitchen…”water, that’s it I will drink some water and.”, she looked around seeing a magazine, “and read”. She began to flip through the pages of the magazine listening to the enrapturing moans of the other room…

 

[Mystical]

Hearing my friends retreating footsteps I lift my lips from Mr. Darkly's finger, feeling strangly turned on by what I had just done.
I had only intended to stop the bleeding the way my mother had always done when I was little and would get a cut. Noticing for the first time my hand had wondered to my teachers throbbing member I stood up real quick and proceeded to follow my friend to the kitchen.

Finding her standing innocently next to the sink trying to pretend she was interested in the magazine she had in her hands. I walk to her and say "I'm sorry sis, I don't know what came over me. He is just so hot and then he started bleeding. He looked like a boy that needed his owey taken care of. PLease forgive me I know how you feel about him. I would never intentionally hurt you like that." Leaning over I give her a kiss on the cheek. Smelling her perfume, the scent sending shivers down my spine as I look at her. I take in the hurt expresion and flushed cheeks. Then I hear it the subtle deep brathing of a woman that might as well have been doing what I had just been doing to our teachers finger.

Standing there I look at her and smile knowing just what my friend and I needed. We both needed to shed our last remaining virtues and just live in the moment. I had always had special thougths for my friend and I knew without doubt she had thoughts for our sexy teacher, why not just let things lead where they may.

Waiting fer my friend to answer me I took her hand in mine and gently began to kiss along her middle finger to the back of her hand. Pausing to look into her eyes I see the gazed look and knew she wasn't going to protest just yet.

 

[DARKLY KRY]

Thomas was lost in a world of foreign sensations. This girl, this student of his, was raping him of his self control. All that Thomas represented, was lost in a moment's passion. He rocked on his feet, enraptured by Mysti's skillful movements. His body quivered, sending ripples of tension across this muscular frame. His mind begged Mysti to release his finger from her seductive mouth, release it and replace it with something more needy of it's attentions.
By now Mysti was stroking the embodiment of Thomas' passion through the outline in this slacks. Her eyes, still locked on his, widened at the size of it, and she feed herself even further up his finger's shaft. Thomas's mind scorched with sparks of desire, pent-up frustrations danced a tortureous jig among his fractured reason.
"Stop,please stop." a childlike whimper escaped him.
Mysti had no intention of stopping, this bus was going to the end of the line.
Thomas' body spasmed uncontrolably. His knees jerked violently, simultaneously fighting to loose and regain his balance. His eyelids fluttered and his frame shook in palsied rapture.
He screamed, a high pitched animalistic scream....
"Ahhh..Noooooo!!"
He spasmed once, twice..then, his head fell forward upon his chest.
Mysti pulled away from him, his finger leaving a syrupy discharge across her uniform's shirt. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave Thomas' manhood a couple quick jerks, making Thomas cringe.
" Well, I could have brought an apple." She said looking coyly in his eyes. "I guess we're finished for today then?"

Thomas staggered over to the leather reading chair and collapsed upon it.
"Finished.......yeah, finished"
Mysti called out to Amber who came out of the kitchen and entered the room. Mysti wore the smile of a radiant conquer, but Thomas wore the shame of one vanquished. He sat in the chair, his body unmoving, staring into his groin.
Amber walked slowly towards him, her innocent hand outstreched reaching for his stooped shoulders. She stopped a foot from him. Staring down into his lap, she saw the stain of Mysti's victory.
"Come on Amber," cried Mysti.
Amber's hand fell limply to her side as she turned to collect her books. Mysti was out the door and into the yard and Amber watched her go. Turning in the doorway she looked back at the broken frame of the beautiful man; her secret lover. Then turned and closed the door.

 

[SexyAmber]

Discovery

Her cerulean gaze lifted as her friend walked into the kitchen. Tucking an errant strands of golden tresses behind her ear she smiled to her. Her lithe body sat up and then she stood, letting the plaid skirt frame her deliciously toned thighs. As her friend spoke she smiled tenderly, the blush of soft peach lining her porcelain features. “Oh no, it’s ok…you can like him too, I told you he is very …sexy.” Her small sculptured digits curling in Mysti’s hand as her friend took it, a cant of Amber’s flaxen head as her melodious yet sultry voice spoke with a bewitching smile, “Besides you are way more his type.”

Her entrancing orbs of rain drew to Mysti’s mouth as she lifted their hands toward her lips. Amber’s cranberry lips departing one another as she felt the kiss against her fingertip and the path down her hand. Her sleek skin warmed with the trail of kisses left by her best friend. Her hand turning slowly to curl against Mysti’s chin as her lips crawled farther up her arm. Her breaths ecasping more swiftly through parted dusky tiers a hint of her pink tongue drew against her pearly teeth as her nails caressed the underside of Mysti’s throat. Then she heard the beep of the car outside and the stirring of Mr. Darkly within the darkened room. As a mirage of feelings swept through her young form, the hypnotic state was broken as she glanced from Mysti’s mouth to the front door and quickly retreated her hand.

She followed Mysti toward the front door and at the mouth of the main room she looked over her shoulder and saw Mr. Darkly sitting in his chair with his head in his hands. She was confused at his state of turmoil and her slender arm slowly outstretched and rested against his broad shoulder. The barest breeze of her touch was felt in her fingertips against his shoulder.

“Mr. Darkly? Are you ok?”, she whispered in her gentle accented rasp. Her indigo eyes drawing down and seeing the outline of his excitement a sharp contrast against his pants. Her arm dropped and covered her mouth.
“oh..oh”, she turned quickly and grabbed her books and ran out the door. Catching up with Mysti and grabbing her hand and pulling her to the bushes and whispering. “What happened? Was that…you know…on his pants? What did it feel like?”, her young voice rapidly spitting out the questions.

 

[Mystical]

“What happened? Was that…you know…on his pants? What did it feel like?” Her sweet voice asked in my ear.

"Yes that was sperm my friend a mans way of showing that he enjoyed what a woman has done for him. The feeling, the power of knowing that I held his pleasure in my hand and controlled weather he was going to be satisfied or not. That is a feeling that I wish to experience over and over again. And the feel of it washing over my hands felt like hot syrup melting over them. Sticky, sweet, and sexy you should try it." Watching my beautiful friend digest what I had just told her I could see the thoughts run through her head.

Taking her by the hand I gave her a very hard and quick kiss and headed off to my car. "You want a lift home?" waiting for her to reply I look at the door of the house. There on the steps stood my handsome teacher looking the picture of a god. The look of shattered innocence and composer, but the confidance that I may have won this round but the next would be his.
Thinking of the afternoons fun and pleasure I blow him a kiss and get in my car. Looking up at Amber I give her a coy look and tell her "You still have a couple hours till 5pm hon why not go back in and just let nature take over. Or let him take over." Smiling coyeshly I put the car in reverse and back out of the driveway.

 

[SexyAmber]

She returns

Her azure gaze drew over her shoulder as her beautiful friend left, a gentle bite on her pouty bottom lip knowing that the driver would not arrive for some time. Her feet shuffled at first as she took a deep breath. She was worried about Mr. Darkly, he looked so crushed when she left. She turned back up the stone path and her steps lead her to his door. As her bewitching gaze lifted she saw his broad muscled figure at the door, she saw him step aside so she could go through the threshold and into the dimly lit house. She brushed by him, a brief moment of steel and silk colliding then she weaved her deliciously tempting form into the main room and sat down near the fire’s hearth and looked at him as he entered.

“Are you ok Tho…Mr. Darkly?”, her curious captivating gaze lifted to him. The fire’s light shining a halo of gold about her body, making her honey tresses illuminate and soften even more the angelic purity of her features.

Her oceanic gaze couldn’t help but drop to the spot on his dark pants then quickly back up the expanse of his rugged body. “I..I mean is your finger ok, from the cut?”, do you want me to bandage it?”, her words stammered in the velvety softness of her tenor. Her fingers nervously twirling in the hem of her plaid skirt causing it to unknowingly tease further up her sleek mocha thighs.

 

[DARKLY KRY]

down the drain..

Thomas' mind was filled with cobwebs and ashes. He stood there in the doorway watching Mysti get into the car. He was captivated by her movement, seen, for the first time, through his sexually virgin eyes. He winched slightly at the coldness invading the damp evidence of his lust. She blew him a kiss, and for a moment, his finger twitched. Then she was gone.
He was vaguely aware of the presence near him. Mechanically, stepping aside, he let the specter in.

He stood the in his post-gratified state, sollen and still, aware but detached.
"Are you Ok?"
Hearing, but not responding.
"Mr. Darkly, Your finger...."
His finger spasmed again.

Thomas looked a the woman child before him. Lust surged and quieted itself, betrayed only by a moment's breathe.
Thomas was coming to himself.
"My finger?" he asked, "Oh. Fine, just fine."
Thomas took a deep intake of breath, feeling the dampness pad against his skin.
It would be some time before Amber's ride would arrive.
"Would you like to call your parents? I could give you a lift. Or you could wait here." He walked to the red leather chair, sweeping the sweater vest in this hands. Perhaps unconsciously he held it before him, covering the remnant of his weakness.
Amber said that she would wait, if that was ok.
"Fine, fine.. I'll be upstairs for a moment," Thomas said, moving awkwardly towards the banister, "Make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to a soda, you know where the kitchen is...I'll be down shortly."
Turning sharply, Thomas clamored the stairs like a broken marionette, his feet jigging crazily with each step.
Amber, hands clasped in front of her, walked to the leather chair
and sat quietly down. She looked about the room, and smiled to herself, 'THIS IS THE SCENE OF THE CRIME" she told herself in whispered mockery. She almost laughed aloud, but surpressed it to a cough. She stood up walking about the room, dragging one finger along the edge of the furnishings. She stopped when she reached the hallway entrance and heard the sound of water running.
Thomas, shed his clothes like soiled skin sloughing off a burn. His pants succeeded in leaving a slime slicked trail down his leg, adding further to his shame and discomfort. Fully naked now, he entered the bedroom's private bath, and turned on the shower. it wasn't long before the room was filled with plumes of steam and mist. Thomas entered with a shiver, and shook with a sigh. This was going to feel good, and he wasn't about to rush it. Beads of moisture began to form over Thomas' chest and arms, clinging to his masuline down. The heat soothed his throbbing shoulder and worked it magic fingers down this stiffened spine. The water collected and streams emerged cascading from his forehead, and the sex between his legs.
Reawakened by the sensations of heat and wetness, Thomas' member streched and proclaimed his virilty once again. Thomas felt the resurgence of his sex, and rewarded it with a lathering of soap from his dexterous hand.
He gave into the temptation and began to stroke himself, with long, smooth strokes, his memory replaying it's most current accquisition.
As he stood there, lost in lust, he began to think of Amber.

 

[DARKLY KRY]

hot shower...

Thomas' body stood under the shower's healing admonitions, but his mind was lost in the sensations of another , more sensual dimension. His body succumed to the emerging forces of one world and the physical stimulation of the other. His member, now long and thick with blood, stood firmly out from his lean, muscled form. Blood coursed through his viens, and with each beat of his heart an awakened beast, was brought into this tropical osasis of Thomas's new world. Slowly he stroke, breathing life into this new creation. With each stroke his hunger grew.
Thomas's mind was a mist of heat and desrie. Filled with the memory of his encounter with Mysti, his body and reason found themselves wandering the realms between fanatsy and reality. Through this dense and and disorientating veil a phantom figure approached. Thomas' instinct was vaguely aware of the feminine invasion. He turned in a trancelike stupor. There, shrouded in mist and vapors; the open door and the figure of an angel wearing pink cotton panties.
He stood there, like a great primitive beast, muscled, skin shimmering with wetness, his organ, full and ready, his body completely submissive to his need.
He reached for her.

Amber.

She shivered at his touch, wetness flooding from her gates, staining the panties with passion. Thomas' eyes bore into her soul, as his lean, muscular arms drew her to him. She was ready, the time had come.

 

[DARKLY KRY]

the beast released..

Thomas' hands explored the virgin flesh with heat and purpose.
He reveled in it's beauty, awed by it's perfection. Amber's body quivered beneath the water's spray, conversing with a greater force. His hands, like fire, seared her flesh with pleasured longing. She moved against him, her back pressing against his chest, against his manhood. Her breast, completely exposed to his rugged touch, cried out for comfort and was heard. She leaned back into his strong frame, her head back, eyes locked on his. They kissed. A beastial kiss, raw and primitive, encompassing both pain and pleasure, and sending echoes of both into their fleshed frames. Thomas' hands slid along Amber's arching form, found her panty clad sex, and tore away the feeble restraint in one swift movement, leaving scars of pink on a canvass of silk.
Amber felt the vestage give, felt the burn of the fabric's resistance, the sensation only heightened her arosual causing her to force her tongue deeper into Thomas' responding mouth.
Thomas' hands continued their hungry assult upon her virgin flesh. Spreading her legs with a forceful shove, his fingers kissed her tender lips with slow, smooth strokes, spreading her wetness in pools across the waiting flesh. Amber began to buck at the first sensation of his touch. She wanted more,wanted to feel those fingers, cursing her flesh with silent softness, buried deep, deep within her. Thomas held her spasming form. Sensing the time was near, he plunged three fingers into the moist appature.
Sparks flew in Amber's brain.Her body tensed and her eyes flew open. A violent spasm rent her body and caused her to bite down on Thomas' tongue, adding the taste of blood to their union.
Thomas held her to himself until the shaking ceased. Then, turning her to face him, his muscular arms slid down her quaking form, downward along her arms, her hands, her fingertips, her thighs. Here they stopped and moved slowly behind her, cradling the flesh of her ass. With a sharp intake of breath, Thomas raised one of Amber's legs, exposing the velvet folds of her santuary. His member beckoned at its door.
Looking deep into the eyes of need, Ambers hands slid across his chest and clasped, prayer-like, behind his neck. Their mouths renewed their warm embrace.
Thomas, aware of his largeness, slowly rubbed the tip of his manhood along the velvet folds. She was wet, very wet. It would be ok. He entered her.
Amber sighed a song of desire into his open mouth. Thomas moved gently; stopping, withdrawing, then delving slowly deeper. Her resistance was light, and with a single twinge of pain, Amber surrenderd herself to him completely. They danced, this most sensual of dances.
Amber felt herself nearing her release. her stomach tightened and her womb constricted. There was a moment of tension, of dryness, and then......passion flooded her cavern, bathing herself and Thomas in warm slickness. Amber's mind seem to float on pleasured waves. She tightened her hold, drawing herself further on to him. She wanted, needed more. Thomas' body answered that need. Four more times Amber's body cried it tears of passion. She beckoned Thomas, "cum in me, my love. Fill me with your seed."
Thomas thrusts increased in their severity. Amber called out in painful gasps, her head thrown back, her lips a perfect "o", her hands clasped tighly behind his neck, fingernails marking their conquest.
Thomas shuddered, filling her with his seed, jet after jet, flew from his ravenged member, and hit the shower wall.
Thomas open his eyes to witness his seeds demise. Slowly it slid down the shower wall, prpoelled by the shower's spray. He wiped the sweat/spray from his matted brow and looked about the empty shower in disbelief...it had been so real, so real.
Thomas turned off the shower, toweled himself off, grab a fresh set of clothes, and headed down the stairs.
There she sat, hand folded in her lap, in the fold of the worn, red, leather chair. The picture of angelic innocence.

 

[SexyAmber]

She stays

A soft blink of her eyes as he stammered his words and retreated up the stairs, she heard the running of the shower. As her fingertips drew over the leather chair she remember him sitting in it the day her parent’s came to interview with him. How strong and rugged he looked. How intense. She leaned and ran her inviting lush lips over the shoulder of the chair, his manly scent staining the smell of leather. Her tongue slowly wetting the leather as she deepened her kiss. A moan spilled from her throat as she arched her body, turning completely in the chair, kissing the neck of it. Arching deeply, her breasts tarnishing the leather back as she drew her stiff caramel nipples over it that were imprisoned in her starchy white blouse. Her hand drew down between her legs, she gasped against the leather as she felt the moisture of her panties, delicate fingertips tracing her bare slit beneath. Her slickened folds adhering to the cotton, as she began a slow fucking motion with her young golden body. Her teeth teasing at the leather as the kissed deepened. She heard the footsteps and stopped, her teeth piercing the back of the chair and leaving a glistening trail as she quickly turned back around. Her sweet scent lingered in the room. The smell of her virgin sex a beckoning plea to be explored. She picked up the phone and called Mysti.

“Mysti, I am still here and he just got done showering.” “Why did you leave, come back my parents are said I could sleep out tonight, let’s stay at Mr. Darkly’s and raid his liquor cabinet!” “You say your staying at my house and I will say I am staying at yours, plus we can call some boys from here“, her indigo gaze snapped to the stairs, his scent first reached then her angelic smile overtook her beautiful face as she held the receiver. “Oh Mr. Darkly, I am talking to Mysti. Can we sleep over?”, she smiled innocently. “Seems our parents are going out to a late dinner and really we shouldn’t stay home alone.”

 

[Mystical]

Pulling up to the house I get out of the car. My mom is waiting inside the door for me.

"How was the first day?" She asks
"Very educational mom. I can't wait to continue my studies tomorrow."
She smiles "Good I am glad you are taking to it well."
"Hey mom I am going to go take a bath and nap call when dinner is ready okay?"
"Yes sweety."

Running up the stairs to my room I head to the bath. Turning on the water I select my favorite bath foam from my countertop. Pearberry smelling it before pouring some into my water. *Sighing* Walking back to my room I slide my skirt down over my my hips to my legs and let it fall to my feet. Stepping free of it I take my top off and toss it to a chair. Returning to the bathroom I slip out of my bra and panties and step into the tub.

Laying back I think about what my friend was doing or not doing at this point. Washing my breast wishing they were Ambers hands instead of my own. Mmmmmmmm turning the nipples between my thumb and forfingers. Feeling the heat rush straight through me to my pulsating mound of pleasure, I move one hand down between my legs. Starting a gentle stroke over my lips slipping one inside. Gliding my finger over my clit I jump from the contact and keep moving downwards. I press one finger inside the tight opening pushing farther inside till I find what everyone assumes isn't there anymore. Running my finger back and forth over the hymen, the proof of my viginity I feel my orgasm building. Pinching my nipple harder, placing a finger above my clit, beginning to rub in rythm of the stroking and pinching. Feeling it let go, laying my head back, pushing my hips up to meet the stroking. The walls of my virgin pussy clamp down on my intruding finger and wave after wave of pleasure flow over and out of me.

Laying there sustained, I let the water flow over me. Lulling me to sleep I know I can't fall alseep here I stand slowing and pull my towel around myself. Walking to my bed I lay down to nap till suppertime.

*Ring Ring*

Startled from my nap fromt he ringing of my phone. Tempted to ignore it but in my sleep induced thoughts I know it is Amber. I answer "Hello?" I say groggly as sleep still befuddles my head.

 

[Mystical]

“Mysti, I am still here and he just got done showering.” “Why did you leave, come back my parents are said I could sleep out tonight, let’s stay at Mr. Darkly’s and raid his liquor cabinet!” “You say your staying at my house and I will say I am staying at yours, plus we can call some boys from here“, her indigo gaze snapped to the stairs, his scent first reached then her angelic smile overtook her beautiful face as she held the receiver. “Oh Mr. Darkly, I am talking to Mysti. Can we sleep over?”, she smiled innocently. “Seems our parents are going out to a late dinner and really we shouldn’t stay home alone.”

"Okay I will tell mom I am staying at your house. I should be back there in about an hour let me finish up here and grab my things for class tomorrow so mom will think I will leave from your house. What did Mr. Darkly say? Is it ok with him?" Holding the phone I reach into the bottum drawer of my dresser, pulling a pair of black jeans out. "So what else you have in mind for tonight sis?" Pulling the top drawer open I reach in a grab a matching black lace bra and panty set out. Sliding the thonged panties up and over my trim legs. "Hold on a minute Amber I need to slip my bra on." Laying the phone down on the bed I put my arms through the straps, leaning over to fit my large breast into the cups perfectly, while doing up the clasp I pick the phone back up. "Ok I am back. Ok I will be there in an hour then hon or less. See you two then."

Finishing getting dressed I choose a low cut black translucent buttun up shirt with a black belly shirt underneath. LAst but not least I add a pair of 4 inch black ankle boots to my outfit and head to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.

*30 mins later and happy with my appearence*

"Hey mom?"

"Yes dear."

"Amber just called and wanted to know if I could go to the movies with her and spend the night tonight. Can I? I can get to Mr. Darkly's house from there tomorrow."

"Sure sweety you have fun and we will see you tomorrow."

"Thanks mom." Giving my mom a kiss I grab the bag I packed before coming down the stairs to ask. In it held my Uniform for tomorrow and my books. Also my nighty, a little red baby doll with red panties that had fur on the top lining.

It had been a gift from one of my Aunts on my mother side for my 18th b-day. A note had accompanied it. *Here is a lovely nighty for my lovely neice. You are 18 now and need something that shows it. The innocent girl and the sensual woman combine.* My Aunt had always been the only other person I could talk to besides Amber about what I was experiencing and the feelings that went with them. But my Aunt knew without a doubt I was still a virgin where as my lovely friend had her doubts. Oh well if all goes well I might be able to finally give her my most hidden secret. I had been saving it for her ever since I met her at camp.

Heading out the door I hop into my car and head back to Mr. Darkly's house.