Ned lay on his back on the fluffy white linens with the bed covers pushed back. His cock was planted firmly in Angelina's cunt and he felt the wonderful soft friction being generated by her motions. Ned's half dazed eyes saw her shadowed, upright figure in the moon glow that filtered through the curtains.
Angelina's long strawberry hair waved gently behind her back and her breasts stirred as she oscillated her body in the sensual rhythm. Her nubs were erect and darkened, swelled into pert points centered within the umber disks of her nipples. Her head was high and her gaze level; her deep brown eyes fixed on a distance spot beyond the room. She rose and fell slowly and steadily on the shaft of the designated tester between her legs; devoted to impressing him during this evaluation assessment session.
During the Total Woman Academy coaching sessions, Angelina had been tutored to begin with a stable rhythm following the penile insertion, striving to provide her partner with moderate initial sensations. Those Symbian-facilitated trainings were now replaced with a real flesh and blood partner. Her whole being was now fixed on the experience of Ned's swollen cock in her cunt. She tried to keep her thoughts uncluttered and her body's actions focused on giving Ned as much pleasure as possible for as long as possible. Her training included power yoga for muscle tone and meditation for stamina. Her toned thigh muscles worked like pistons to that purpose and she sustained her even strokes. If and when Ned desired a change of position or speed, she would follow his lead.
Ned mentally counted the number of strokes Angelina performed in this upright position. When they had started this latest sexual evaluation performance, she had followed his command to begin with these up and down moves.. He knew extended repetition with this stroke could be tiring for the young woman but it was a major test of her abilities. Ned quit counting after Angelina surpassed the benchmark number of strokes for this sophomore level test. He let her run on, curious how long she would go before showing signs of muscle fatigue. Angelina never faltered and he decided that the over-count was more than enough for this step in his evaluation assessment of her.
Ned moved his hands to lightly touch Angelina's knees propped beside his torso. She issued a slow quiet breath of acknowledgement at this modest touch. Her attentiveness returned quietly to the room. She awaited his command without altering her unhurried movements. Ned gave her knees a few gentle push pull signals.
Without any overt acknowledgement, Angelina complied with Ned's direction. On the next stroke, she sank fully to the bottom, hesitated and began the new forward and backward motion commanded by her evaluator. It felt nice to have a real man's warm muscle squeezed inside her moist channel. She slid her buttocks backward along his legs and she felt Ned's cock knob drag along the length of her cunt wall. The buried corona brushed her G spot and she slowed it near her vaginal lips. She rotated her cunt a little steeper on the next cycle. Ned's body jumped on that stroke; it was a particularly effective one.
Ned's reaction endorsed the stimulation move that Angelina had hitherto only practiced on inanimate objects. She now knew it truly could kindle a special exhilaration in her male partner by stimulating the hyper-sensitive nerves clustered in that penile nook.
Slowing the cock's slide just on the verge of falling out, she raised her hips and pushed forward to entirely reseat Ned's man meat. On the reverse stroke, she rolled her hips slightly forward again, pressing the knob's V harder against her cozy vagina membranes.
Ned had anticipated her move and the terrific vaginal caress. He moaned his encouragement. Angelina fell into this new tempo. Ned was delighted with the tidiness of the transition and thought Angelina's skills were showing adequate improvement.
Angelina kept the pace as she daydreamed about the journey that had brought her naked loveliness to this very place and time where her naked loveliness was saddled up on the erection of this wonderful man.
Her childhood had been happy; her parents loving and supportive. They let her enjoy a free-spirited life in her affluent exurb neighborhood. She flirted with the popular boys at school and frolicked in their beds and backseats. But she found them selfish, entertaining themselves with her body but inept at sharing the ecstasies she deserved. After a handful of feeble attempts, she discarded each in turn and sought out more promising prospects. But the disappointments continued.
As graduation approached, her classmates were visiting colleges and planning their futures. When she asked her parents about college, they revealed that she would carry on the family legacy. She had been enrolled at birth, just as her mother before her, at the Total Woman Academy. Her first visit to the campus was impressive. The grounds and facilities appeared first-rate. The staff was gracious and accommodating. Her proud mother pointed out the various award plaques in the expansive lobby. There was her mother's maiden name on the TWA Best Graduating Student. It was dated a few years before she married Angelina's father.
Total Woman Academy was founded as an elite private school dedicated to a single purpose: produce the most suitable companions for the movers and shakers of the world. Superior intelligence, beauty and poise were the time-honored principles.
Intelligence was understood to be a worthwhile profession. Engineering, science, business and finance degrees were achieved through online courses of study from prestigious institutions.
Beauty was more than skin-deep. Regardless of their outward appearance, they learned to bolster and illuminate their natural blessings through balanced diet, exercise and proper feminine grooming. Blemishes could be veiled and vitality radiated. Cosmetic surgery was forbidden, along with tattoos and piercings. Group and individual aerobics, yoga and weigh training created a genuine healthy physique. But all of that was unexceptional without the discipline of Poise.
Poise set the TWA graduate apart from all others. Poise is the runway model's strides and poses. It's the self-confidence of proper manners. It's the engagement of all the woman's capacities to make her companions feel desired and appreciated. Sexual proficiencies were essential. The students worked incessantly on mental and physical exercises that freed their minds from the silly social stigmas that hindered their greater potential.
Within elite masculine circles, a Total Woman Academy graduate was eagerly sought and the stock was kept purposefully in short supply. Total Woman Academy had limited class sizes; potential candidates were sparingly selected from alumni referrals and discrete recruitment on more pedestrian college campuses.