THE ACADEMY
by
MARDEE LOUISE
MARTIL340@AOL.COM
This story involves unusual activities at a very unusual school. If you are offended by unusual sexual activities and extraordinary love relationships you should not be here. Leave now if you are easily offended by erotica. This story is intended for those over eighteen years old and who are open to the unusual. All standard disclaimers apply.
CHAPTER ONE
Another bad ending to a bad relationship had me down. The bank account was in great shape due to some successful work and to some steady gigs. I wanted out of the city life for a few months; clear the senses and especially the emotions.
I had followed through on a job opening I had heard of by the grapevine. The chief lady had come to the city and agreed to meet with me. If she were half as sensual as phone voice she would be someone very, very special. She was!
The rain had left me alone in the bar of old Jai Alai restaurant on Bank Street. A tall woman swathed in a cape type coat entered. Her wide brimmed hat framed her features which were handsome rather than pretty. A dark burgundy jersey knit fell softly over her exquisite curves. I wondered if she wore an all in one foundation, bra & girdle or what. The curve of her tummy against her dress was arousing. How could anything so demure be so incredibly sexy?
My prayers were answered. She entered the bar area, looked around and walked up to me on well formed muscular legs. "I'm Miss Carter." She extended a gloved hand which I shook as I rose. Very firm grip!
We studied the menu over Manhattans. She had a provocative way of touching the tip of her tongue to her upper lip after each sip. Miss Carter was all business. My duties, my salary, living arrangements were spelled out in detail.
"This is a very unusual school. It is similar to a junior college with military academy type training. The students we get are bright were never very effective in high school. They were weak.. both physically and emotionally. None of them have developed a clear presence or image. We train them to achieve their full potential as elite girls. Their minds are developed in every aspect of culture so they go on and do very in colleges and universities. Physical regimens develop their stamina, their strength and their speed. They are second to none when they leave. The girls are most effective in the new roles we create for them."
"And my role will be to develop their musical skills and backgrounds."
"Quite so. You may also become a mentor to one or more students but that will be at your discretion."
Miss Carter had edged her chair way from the table. She crossed her legs to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. Her skirt rode to mid thigh and was allowed to remain there. As we sipped Drambuie after dinner she leaned back in the chair, one arm behind her head. She rested one foot on the edge of the chair seat; the white of her panties clearly visible in the dim dining room. She was exulting in enthralling we with her voice, her beauty, her seductiveness. Yet she exuded power.
"Corey. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Corey Carter is rather cutesy-pooh for me." She smiled. "We'll be working closely. I feel you will fit in well."
I felt a stirring in my groin despite my better judgment. This was going to be a business relationship.
CHAPTER TWO
I terminated my apartment lease, held my breath while the movers loaded their truck and drove to the Academy. Very nice venue. A former estate in the hills near where New Jersey, New wn2nennsylvaverge. York and Pennsylvania converge. Cottages housed the students' rooms. Some of these had attached classrooms. There were buildings with special facilities such as gyms and a swimming pool. I would be living in a small stone cottage a short walk from the music building. Almost adjacent to my cottage was the administration building in which Corey Carter held sway of all phases of the academy. Miss Carter lived in that building as well.
I was testing the piano in my living room when there was a knock at the front door. A petite blonde obeyed my order to "Come in." She adorable. Slender, angular she wore her hair in pony tail. Despite the long hair short sleeved Peter Pan Collar blouse and short shorts that were clearly not boys', she had an eerie, androgynous charm. "Miss Carter suggested that you might come to her study for coffee."
I walked to the door with her. Once through the door, she bent to tie her sneaker lace. Her blouse had come out of her shorts revealing the narrow elastic waist band and pink cotton fabric of her panties. This dispelled any thought that she might not be a girl.
As I strolled the few yards to Corey Carter's residence I observed a group of girls jogging on the walk. They moved quickly and gracefully. The odd thing was that they were in military style formation; two columns of four keeping their places and running in cadence!
Further in the distance fifteen girls stood on three ranks of five. They stood at parade rest, eyes straight ahead as an older girl admonished them. This group were identically dressed in uniform but not a schoolgirl uniform. Their dark blue skirts had a black stripe down the side. A lighter blue tunic gave them a serious, almost awesome aspect. Black boots, more fashion than military reached to the top of their calves. Very impressive.
As she stood over me pouring my coffee, Corey explained without my asking. "They were slobs, odd balls in high school. Didn't know who they were or even who they should be. They must first learn to dress with precision imposed from without. Then they can choose clothing that is ready to convey a serious message or even a frivolous one as my be appropriate. In the course of the program they will learn to form their character. And you'll call me Corey."
As it was early on Saturday morning Corey had not yet dressed. She wore a floor length blue velour robe with wide lapels. Her auburn hair was pinned in casual bun. He white cotton nightie, at least what was visible of it between the lapels of her robe, suggested a Victorian nightgown. It had a high neck whose lace trim led down the front and disappeared into her robe. It was the sort of thing that Clara might wear in The Nutcracker. After offering me a croissant, Corey sat on a small couch facing me. She crossed her legs. The robe fell open. The nightie wasn't nearly as long as I thought. It reached her knees at best. Her casual way of sitting allowed it to reveal her the curve of her full, athletic thighs. "I don't usually ask staff to call me Corey not do I invite them into my quarters alone..especially when I'm not yet dressed. But Michael, you have attracted me in ways that haven't happened in so very long...ways I thought might never happen again... I even hoped wouldn't happen again. Sorry for the babbling."
CHAPTER THREE
Corey led me to her private suite. It was a comfortable apartment on the third floor of this luxurious stone cottage. It was clear that few staff and no pupils were ever in this area. I wasn't sure why I was being privileged with a tour.
Corey turned to me, stared into my eyes. "Damn Michael. This wasn't to happen!" Her slender but powerful fingers undid my belt. She worked slowly absorbing my body with her eyes.
My shirt was open barely concealing my blue bikini briefs. Corey sighed and inhaled as she pushed my shirt down. Her fingers played over my nipples. Stepping back from me, she shrugged off her robe. Crossing her arms, she lifted the nightie over head.
Firm muscular shoulders supported full round breast. The dark nipples were aggressively hard. The shadow of her trimmed pubic hair tantalized me through the white high cut, lace edged cotton panties. The curving contour of her lower abdomen carried my eye between her legs. Full, firm thighs spoke of strength to love tenderly and passionately.
Corey put her hands to the side of my face and guided my mouth to her breasts. I lingered for an instant as I tasted each nipple. My tongue swirled around the dark pink areolae causing her to sigh. Corey fell back onto the king size bed.
Corey lay back, her knees raised, her legs apart. With one hand behind my head she forcefully guided me toward her crotch. The other hand drew the panty crotch aside revealing the full moist lips. I tasted her, tentatively at first. My lips covered her clit. My tongue probed deeper through the pink folds of her labia. "Not supposed to happen again!...Argh" Corey's hips bucked, her legs twitched. She came almost against her will.
We lay back on the pillows. Corey was silent for a bout a quarter of an hour. "That was too good." Her hand squeezed my balls. She rose to her knees and began kissing my nipples as the flat of her hand massaged my balls. "Grow, grow," she murmured laughingly at my penis. She straddled me and lowered herself onto my cock. I began to move my hips as she slid up and down my shaft. In a few minutes we shared a rare gift, mutual orgasm!
CHAPTER FOUR
I watched Corey dress after we showered. The sensuality of the shower was perfect after play. It was arousing enough to leave us looking forward to our next session.
Corey slid into a pair of white stretch nylon panties that just failed to cover her navel. The edging gave the panties an air of understated, elegant sexiness. A tailored white bra came next. I was transfixed as Corey bent forward adjusting each breast in its cup. Stepping into a tailored chino skirt Corey advised, "I'll tell you what the Academy is all about in my study. Dru, show Michael to my study, the one up here."
Somehow the girl who had summoned me materialized on cue. "Michael, Dru is a successful graduate of the Academy and has become my administrative assistant. You and Dru will become very close. She located you and researched all about you before you and I got in touch." Corey donned and buttoned a blue oxford cloth man tailored shirt. Slipping on a pair of dark mahogany loafers, she projected a very business like aura despite our very recent intimacy.
Dru led me to the small but impressive study that was part of Corey's personal suite. As she turned to leave, she tilted her head toward me with a cute but provocative wink. "I do hope we'll work closely."
Corey seated herself facing me. See had been asked to start a school for older teen sons of well off families. "Yes, sons. You'll understand in a moment. I am an MSW, a social worker trained in Jungian psycho-analysis. These boys had never done well as males. They were often bullied by family and playmates, rejected and lonely. Therapy with me had greatly helped. My approach was to help them realize that the femme element within them had to be given dominance. They would be as girls. The girls they would become would be emotionally and physically powerful. Schooled in all the arts, trained for strength and stamina these boy failures would become very special women."
"Dru is such a girl," I asked.
Corey responded. "One for the first trained here. She is twenty-three and can present as an older still awkward teen or as a self-possessed young sophisticate. And woe betide any hapless male who tires to push her around."
I was fascinated. The military school phase was the first stage. The discipline and the confidence to succeed in the program were instilled. At the same time the pupils were introduced to femme ways in every aspect of their being.
"Of course many of the new pupils had explored their femininity on their own but cross dressing in private is awkward and guilt producing. In the Academy they become their fantasies."
Dru rejoined us. She had changed clothing. She wore a scarlet coatdress trimmed in black; showed her cleavage to great advantage. Dark stockings and black patent opera pumps showed her superb legs and ankles to great advantage. Dru carried a black straw hat. Her hair was in a French braid.
Corey followed my gaze as I scanned Dru from head to toe. "Don't be so incredulous," she said to me. "Dru will give you an overview of the campus."
I held the car door for Dru as she swung behind the wheel of the antique MG replete with clam shell fenders and over sized head lights! Dru afforded me a liberal view of her stocking tops and smooth thighs as she positioned herself in the car. Her skirt rose higher as she worked the clutch pedal. Attracted beyond belief, I wondered if I would fall in love with this girl.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dru was so slender and so graceful that I doubted she could be what Corey expected me to believe her to be. Dru explained that she had earned black belts in both judo and karate! "I'm also a skillful wrestler. For the time being I'll teach some of the more advanced and more promising self-defense students." She was awesome! She continued, "You were in the Marines. I think wrestling with you would be sooo totally erotic." My cock began to stir despite my recent activity with Corey!
I kept wondering if she was anything but a genuine girl. Either way she was arousing me just by her being near.
We stopped at a building near the edge of the campus. A new candidate had been balky. Dru was to look on how things were going.
A medium, height, pudgy boy stood on the edge of a mat. He faced two older girls. The girls wore blue grey uniforms that resembled cheerleader outfits, the flare skirts barely covering their hips. Sneakers and slouch socks complemented the cheerleader look. The boy was nude but for pair of white briefs that could be a boy's underpants of a girl's panties. "Just give my clothes and let me get of here." He demanded. "I promised my mother I would come her but I've been here for hours and I don't like it."
Dru spoke quietly and with authority from the door. "You are here and you will be trained as your mother has asked us to train you. Your clothing has been destroyed." He lunged forward. One of the girls stepped toward him. Her right foot swept at his ankles. Her left hand arced against his side. His feet went out from under him. He fell to the mat with a thud. He rose to his feet slowly. This time he charged the second girl who caught him under the chin and tossed him easily over her head as she sat down. Catching his wrist she planted one foot on his ribs and the other against his face, Pudgy was helpless! He looked in shock and awe at the girl who held him mercilessly.
"How dare you look at my panties," she mocked as he reddened. She leaned back twisting his wrist causing him to scream in pain. "Two on one, no fair," complained the recalcitrant boy.
Releasing her hold , his tormentor sprang to her feet. "One on one then."
Pudgy was already regretful. "Yeah you know how to wrestle. I'll punch you out."
"Let's box then. Gloves or know gloves?" She stood with her hands on her hips smiling.
The pudgy one punched at her awkwardly. She parried his weak blow and brought one right to his nose. He pulled back as he choked tears. The girl followed through with a series of open hand blows. This adorable creature was as skillful in boxing as she was in wrestling!
Pudgy attempted to kick her. She whipped her foot against the side of his head. Kick boxing expert as well! I was getting oddly aroused at the sight of this lithe amazon toying with her inferior opponent. "Finish him," ordered Dru. The girl punched her opponent in his flabby belly. He fell to his knees as the breath left him.
The girl took his face in her hands and threw him flat on the mat.
"Well done," complimented Dru.
"This so incredible! Those girls are phenomenally well trained fighters. Not that I doubt that they're..well you know what I mean. But their contours are flawlessly female..."
"Michael, you're wondering how that's done."
Dru nodded her head for the darker haired girl to join us in the little office in the gym. I blushed awkwardly as the girl guided my hand over the front of her cheerleader panties and between her legs. There was some sort of brief girdle underneath.
Dru spoke. "It's a gaff. Show him." The girl complied. Turning her back, she raised her skirt and wiggled her panties over her pale bottom. The gaff had a thong back.
"Since your on the staff I don't mind." The girl spoke unaffectedly as she faced me and lowered the front of the gaff. She released a very adequate cock from between her legs. Her balls descended from the body cavity where the gaff had held them.
Far from turning me off, I was getting hard at the sight of this shapely, athletic girl with her cock and balls!
"Ricki, you may go," Dru said dismissing the young amazon. "The way you were looking at her was making me jealous!"
CHAPTER SIX
After a Sunday morning solo run I spent sometime lifting weights in a tiny gym that was reserved for Corey, Dru and a handful of the select. There were weights, some mats, heavy bags and speed bags. Dru looked in as she returned form town. Church? She was dressed for it. A tight bodice and a full petticoated skirt emphasized the tiny waist while three inch heels drew attention to her superbly tapering ankles. Wrist length kid gloves matched her shoes and handbag. A small hat completed the image of perfect young lady.
"Morning," she waved and entered the gym. I paused as she kissed me lightly on the lips. "Mmmm you look so delicious," purred Dru. With lightning speed she caught my wrist, stepped to the side, shot her other arm across the top of my chest and sent me over hip. I lay sprawled on my back.
Dru stood over me, fluffed her petticoats so I could see the contour of her groin under her red panties. She extended her hand and giggled as she helped me to my feet. "No gaff with these petticoats," she whispered confidentially. I looked at her as she disappeared into a changing room. "I'll join you."
Reappearing before my cock could soften from its semi-erect state, Dru aroused me even further. She wore the cheerleader type outfit I had seen on the petite amazons who dealt with the pudgy newcomer. Dru pirouetted. "Like me in this mode?"
We lifted in turn. Dru was incredibly strong for her weight. Spontaneously we began feeling each other out in a freestyle wrestling stance. I was cautious. This was no easy mark. I twisted Dru and caught her from behind with in a half nelson take down. I went for a quick pin. Dru rolled out, clamped a scissors around my neck. She rolled me over a few times. Each roll over tired my neck muscles. I managed to break out if it. Suddenly Dru caught me in a cradle and pinned me. "Damn, you're good!" We said this in unison as we lay panting on our backs. Without any planning we were holding hands. Dru rose up on her elbow and looked deeply into my eyes. Her face met mine in a deep probing kiss; probing my mouth and my soul.
We sat up. Hip to hip facing each other. Dru guided my hand to her breasts. I felt her hard nipple through the soft cup of her bra. She eased my tee shirt over my head. I lay back on my elbows as she drew her top over head. Red bra. She wiggled out of the short skirt.
Pressing me to the mat, her mouth teased my nipples. Her fingers glided over my scrotum. The brief exercise trunks I appropriated from the supply room only heightened the sensation. I sucked her nipples through the thin silken bra cup.
Dru lay on top of me as we kissed. We rolled over reversing top and bottom. I ran my hand between her legs. Dru was as hard as I was!
Although I never had a gay experience, I was becoming more intensely aroused than I dreamed possible. I rose to my knees straddling Dru. Our eyes met in a look of mutual adoration and trust. I lowered the waist band of her panties to the top of pubic hair. My eyes devoured her beauty. I lowered her panties to her knees. Her cock sprang free. Her tight scrotum was smooth, her pubic hair neatly trimmed. My fingers ran lightly over her smoothness. My tongue glided over the head of her cock. It was smoother, softer than baby skin. I took the head in mouth and swirled my tongue around the rim. Dru reached for me. "No, just lie there for now. Let me show that I adore you and will put your pleasure before..." I tasted the delicious drop of precum. It honed my appetite to taste Dru's full load.
My tongue found the deep sensitivity between her balls and her hole. She moaned. Kissing the underside of her shaft, I licked my way back to the head. I engulfed it as I massaged the base of her cock with my hand. Dru screamed as her hips bucked. Her body twitched as waves of orgasm swept through her. Her hot cum struck the back of my palate. The new taste enthralled me. As I swallowed, Dru Pulled my crotch aside freeing my now raging hard- on.
I felt a thousand sensations that no woman had ever given me. The physical intensity was beyond belief, beyond comprehension. Emotional intensity gave my first gay experience meaning beyond simple sex. The tenderness we shared as we basked in the afterglow of orgasms clearly spoke of love.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We went out to an early dinner that evening. I wore trousers and a blazer with a conservative tie. I was a bit early, more than a bit anxious when Dru let me into her suite; bedroom, bathroom and sitting room/study. She greeted me in a very conservative pink silk knee length robe. Her lips lingered against mine in an understated yet sensual greeting.
Dru managed to turn brushing her hair in a shamelessly sexual performance. Sitting at her vanity table with her back to be, Dru eased her robe off her shoulders. Her skin was as flawless as ivory. Her honey blond hair glistened as she slid the brush through the shoulder length silkiness.
Our eyes met in the mirror. She stood before me allowing the robe to slip to the floor. Like Venus arising from the sea, she stood before in her slender yet muscular gracefulness. Exquisite pink nipples complemented breasts that needed no bra. Her soft cock and tight scrotum should not have belonged to the image Dru created; yet they did belong. Dru was more complete, more lovely, more desirable for her uniqueness.
Her male genitals vanished between her legs by use of a beige gaff which was all but invisible against her skin. Ivory silk panties followed. Stepping into a lacy, open bottom all in one, Dru turned her back to me. I zipped it closed. I kissed her spine where it emerged from the black foundation.
Donning her stockings, she smoothed before fastening the garters. Unbidden, I knelt before her and eased her shoes onto her feet. Her hand under my chin, Dru gently guided me to her face. We kissed with tongues lightly probing. "We have a reservation," she smiled as our lips parted.
Dru wore little makeup. Her healthy skin, natural blond hair, green eyes and overall athletic good looks required no enhancement. She stepped into a basic black dress; conservative yet showing her the slender sensuality of her exquisite body. Jewelry selected and we were on our way.
Sitting on the terrace of the restaurant, we sipped cocktails. The autumn sunset gave the lake below a melancholy glow. Dru became pensive. Her finger tips rested on my wrist. "I know you wonder how I came to be what I am. I owe Corey my life. My life..."
Dru confided to me all that happened to her. "I was never interested in boys' activities or toys. My father accepted me and my mother doted on me. The Korean War cost us his life.
"My mum protected me and supported me as I was. She became involved with man, no make that beast. He called me the sissy child from the day he met me. When my mother became ill, he took it out on me.
"Flynn, that was his name, tormented me in his anger and frustration over my mother's illness. I'm sure he feared I would get my father's parents' property.
"One night he came to me and made me touch his penis. This went on for a few months. I told no one. One day when he seemed to be about to escalate his demands, I sunk my nails into his scrotum. I bit his face!
"My mother had only a few weeks of life left. I was not allowed to be with her. The private mental facility he sent me to was where I met Corey. "
After finishing the story, Dru spoke with determination. "When I find him, I'll humiliate him and destroy him on my terms."
Dabbing at her cheek with a tissue, she smiled.
I was absolutely in love with Dru. Loving her was a more varied, more complete experience than it had been with any gg I had ever been with.
We fell asleep cuddling in Dru's bed.
The next day Dru moved into my cottage.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We fell into a comfortable routine that remained new and ever exciting just by being together.
Dru turned serious one evening after we had been together for a week. "We have a break coming up. I found Flynn. You're going to help me destroy him." I nodded.
"There are going to be times when you'll be in femme. You're going to practice walking in heels every chance you get."
"Not a problem. Just show me."
Dru led me into the bedroom. We showered together ad the depilatory removed what little body hair I had. She used a razor to give me smooth underarms. I sat facing away from the mirror while she did my makeup. My hair was then combed into a pixie style. I was wiry to begin with but the waist cinch gave me a truly tiny waist. We stood side by side in front of the full length mirror. I began to rise at the androgynous beauty I had become.
Dru showed me how to roll the nylon stocking up my legs without shredding them. I was rock hard. Dru smiled as she looked at my crotch. "Shame to waste that," she cooed as her hand grasped my balls.
I lay on my back as Dru's tongue bathed me in arousal. She took my cock in her mouth. She did not eat me to orgasm but fell on her back with her legs spread. Until this moment our sex had been limited to oral activity. Dru sat up, kissed me and lay back drawing me on top of her. Raising her knees to her shoulders she guided my cock to her hole. A moan as I entered her. She whimpered in ecstasy as he tightened her sphincter around the base of my cock. We lay still savoring the newness of coupling.
Dru raised her hips, setting the pace. I followed her undulations. Her scream of ecstasy caused me to throb and explode as she reached the peak of her orgasm. We lay spent in each other's arms as we watched the room darken until the full moon filled the night with a soft glow.
CHAPTER NINE
Dru said little as we drove to Boston. Flynn was doomed; that much was certain. We stayed in a town house borrowed from a friend of Corey. The scenario was about to unfold.
Dru contrived to encounter Flynn in some of favorite places. The first time, she simply smiled at him. A puzzled look came over his face.
The second time we passed him, Dru spoke, "Mr Flynn." She said no more. Flynn looked upset. Why would an attractive young woman he had never seen greet him by name. I was, until this moment, simply her male escort.
Flynn clearly began to suspect that Dru and he had met. Some element of recognition was being kindled. It was time to make our move.
We arrived at the dance club/restaurant that was the base for Flynn's activities. I was dressed as in a short skirt, heels and fishnet hose. A black leather motorcycle jacket covered my black underwire demi bra. Dru was my antithesis. She wore a white crocheted short "baby girl" dress. Off white stockings and black patent "Mary Janes" gave her an innocent allure that I found irresistible. Good thing I wore a gaff.
The restaurant served lunch but then closed until dinner. We entered. Some poor lug literally barred our way by putting his arm across the inner door of the entrance way. "We're closed," he growled. Dru responded indifferently, "Are you? How fascinating!"
"Look, we don't need wise ass bitches in here..." I caught the arm across the door in an arm bar. "Now speak to my friend with respect. Can't you see she's a lady? I'm a bitch out of your worst nightmare."
He rose on tip toes as I applied more pressure. Swinging his body to the side, he tried to break free. I kicked his leg out from under him and kept the pressure up as he fell. A scream as the arm snapped at the elbow. Dru laughed as he writhed and cursed in pain. "You look so silly."
A second employee ran up in response to the scream. "He hurt himself," purred Dru. We walked in and sat down at the bar.
A rather attractive young woman bar tender was prepping for the late afternoon. "Sorry, we're closed."
"That is really too bad. Your clientele might enjoy our show," said Dru provocatively.
"But there're no auditions today."
A burly bouncer type approached the bar. The bar maid smiled, confident that we two nuisances would leave.
"Well hello," I said to the bear as he lumbered up in hopes of simply intimidating us. "You'll have to earn your money today!" I raised my leg straight up as if to smooth my fishnets. He was distracted by my red panties. "Slut, get out before you get hurt," as I lowered my leg. It shot up again catching him in the face. I grabbed his shirt and slammed his face against the bar. His teeth went though his lip. I repeated the move. Blood spurted from his broken nose. My foot caught him square in the crotch. The hulk heaved as he sunk to the floor.
Dru caught the bar maid's wrist as he attempted to bring a billy club into play. She yanked the hapless girl over the bar. The bar maid's skirt wound up around her hips. I thought her panty covered rump was rather cute. Dru though it was spankable and proceeded to apply the billy club to it. After a few whacks Dru shoved the girl back behind the bar.
The fellow who had tried to aid the mug who barred the door came charging in. "What the hell is going on?"
"Care to play?" Dru rose to greet him.
"You two did that?" He stared at the mess that had been the bouncer's face.
"Don't be silly. She did it by herself. You're mine."
Dru's fist caught his soft belly. He gasped for air with a terrified look on his face. "We're here to see Flynn. And now."
Flynn entered. He looked around in anger in disbelief.
"Really, such sissys. Can't even deal with two skinny girls. Hello Flynn." She leaned back against the bar allowing her skirt to rise. Spreading her legs, she mocked, "Like what you see? You like what I had to offer when I was a child."
He reacted remembering where he knew her from. "I thought you were..."
Dru took control. "There you go...thinking. As look as you're thinking, you might as well think about those polaroid pictures you took when you molested me. I took them when you sent me away."
The commotion had brought the entire staff into the bar area. Dru took a packet of photos from her purse. She handed them to the bar maid who blanched as she saw the graphic record Flynn molesting a small boy. "Pass them around," ordered Dru.
"Blackmail! You..." Flynn never finished.
Dru put her hand under his chin and slammed him against the wall. "How dare you suggest something so crass! A set of these photos has already been sent to every newspaper and tv station in this area."
Dru backhanded him across the mouth. "Too much of a sissy to fight back?" She caught his ears in her hands and yanked his face down as she brought her knee up. Flynn sank to his knees.
The papers reported the next morning that Flynn had hanged himself. Dru had never bothered to mail the photos!
CHAPTER TEN
"Micki, you're such an awesome slut. I really didn't want to go in there alone. Needed to be covered. God, I feel so purged. really at piece." Dru was agitated as we lay on the bed in the townhouse guest room. The morning papers were on the floor.
Dru lay her head on my chest and fell asleep. I stroked her hair. Tears welled in my eyes. I had never known love as I was experiencing with Dru.
After brunch at the Parker House we took the MTA to Cambridge. Dru was more beautiful than ever now that she dispensed with this last piece of emotional baggage. "Michael, we're really make an ideal young couple. Everybody notices with an approving look. You've shown me what love really is."
"Dru, sweetie, no. It's you who has given me so many things."
"Micki, do one thing for me," Dru asked as we scrubbed each other's backs in the shower after our drive home. "Do that slut look for me."
Dru sat on the edge of the bed as I adjusted my fishnets.
"Such a naughty girl," teased Dru as she ran her hand over my panties. "No gaff! Shameful.. but sooo sexy."
She eased me over her thighs in a classic spanking position. She raised my skirt. "I'll be good," I protested playfully as she eased my panties to the bottom of my cheeks. After two or three playfully hard whacks Dru spoke, "Oooh, that hurt. Now I'll kiss it better."
I was on my hands and knees on the bed as Dru kissed my bottom. Her fingers caught my scrotum. I yelped as she squeezed. Pushing me onto my back, she spoke again. "Oooh, let me kiss that better too."
She raised my legs over her shoulders and kissed my smoothly shaved balls. Her tongue pressed into my pee slit.
"Fuck me," I begged spontaneously. I wanted Dru in me. I wanted her to know me as I knew her. She lubricated her cock with KY jelly. The coolness of the jelly touched my rectum as she worked her fingers over my hole. I quivered and moaned at her touch and at the anticipation of what was to come.
A slight pain as Dru pushed her cockhead past my sphincter. A wave of arousal spread from my groin through my entire body, through my entire being. I pulled Dru's mouth to mine and sought her tongue. My hips moved up and down in a circular motion. Each movement sent new waves of excitement through me. I came in an ecstasy different from any I had ever experienced. I roared, moaned, screamed and whimpered. An instant later Dru filled me with her own hot cum.
Our relationship was now complete. We would be together for all time.
Mardee Louise Prynne