Bmoc The Innocent Ch 02

This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter has decidedly sacrilegious content, so if you don't like that, look elsewhere.

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"It's time for you to learn how to suck dick." That pronouncement from Alyssa had left Kelly, the (now only mostly) innocent visiting high schooler stunned. No surprise there; not ten minutes ago, the two of them had given me a fantastic four-handed hand job that ended with my load splattered all over both girls, and then Alyssa had introduced Kelly to the concept of snowballing, as the two of them cleaned each other with their mouths and shared the rewards. And now Kelly was confronted with my still-hard pole and a new mission. It had been a big day for her.

Kelly was the classic girl-next-door. Dirty blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, cornflower blue eyes, tan skin with tan lines that spoke of her basic modesty. She was someone to take home to mother. Or at least she had been before my girl Alyssa and I had got hold of her. After luring her into a deserted classroom under false pretenses—we said it was a Bible study—we got her naked, fingered her until she came, and then got her to jack me off, with Alyssa's help.

Like I said, a big day.

But while she'd been seduced into sin, she wasn't completely depraved. Kelly was one of those good little girls who made a promise to stay a virgin until she got married. She had a purity ring and everything. Getting her to give me a handjob was relatively easy. Getting her to let Alyssa eat her out would have been harder, if we'd given her a choice, but we didn't so it went pretty smooth. Now, though, we were getting some pushback.

Thus far, Alyssa had done a fan-fucking-tastic job pushing Kelly's boundaries, and I decided to wait and see if she could keep it going. Alyssa wasn't much like Kelly, physically; she was a dancer and had the build you'd expect of one. Her hair was black, and hung down most of the way to her ass, which was perfectly formed. Seriously—it is the best ass I have ever seen, and I've seen plenty. Watching her dominate the taller and curvier Kelly had been a unique and enjoyable experience, and I was eager to see it continue. She didn't disappoint.

Alyssa stood up and stretched lazily before strolling behind Kelly, who was sitting on the floor. She grabbed the younger girl's hair and yanked it back, forcing Kelly to turn her face up to the ceiling, and then leaned in, standing over Kelly and glaring down at her. "Say, 'Yes, Mistress.'" Yeah, cliché, whatever. It was new to Kelly.

The high school student stammered, but managed to spit it out. "Y...yes, Mistress."

Then Alyssa knelt, pulling harder on Kelly's hair and forcing her to arch her back—she probably would have fallen, but Alyssa was blocking her from doing that. "Yes what?"

"It's... it's time for me to learn..." She trailed off. Alyssa gave her hair a sharp yank, and Kelly let out a little squeal of pain. She closed her eyes and continued. "It's time for me to learn to suck dick."

Alyssa kept her grip on Kelly's hair, but she eased up on the pressure. "Good girl," she said. "Now come along." Taking Kelly with her, she walked over to where I was sitting in one of those desks where the top folds away from the chair. When they got to me, she sunk back down to her knees and said, "Watch closely."

There were a lot of things I loved about Alyssa. She was smart, funny, undeniably gorgeous, and every bit as kinky and inventive and oversexed as I was. Add to that the fact that she gave masterful head, and it's a wonder that it took me as long as it did to start to see her as more than just another member of my harem. But that's neither here nor there; the point is that her mouth was fucking magical.

In the interest of pedagogical training, she started out slow. Alyssa stuck out her tongue and gave the underside of my cock on long, lazy lick, from the base to the tip. Then she did it again, covering one side this time, and repeated the process a third time on the other side. She spit on the top and worked that in with her fist, a few quick strokes coating my length in her spit.

Then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my fat head. I never grew tired of watching her lips stretch around me. Kelly was watching, wide-eyed, as if she couldn't believe that anyone could take something like my cock in their mouths (at least, without breaking their jaws). Alyssa pushed herself, her lips crawling down my shaft, her tongue working the underside of my cock, until I touched the back of her throat. She stopped there, looking up at me, still moving her tongue, and held it for perhaps ten seconds, while one hand shuttled up and down the rest on my length and the other kneaded and fondled my heavy sack.

Finally, then, she started to bob her head, in time with the motions of her hand. Alyssa could deepthroat—I told you she gave great head—but she didn't go that far yet, not wanting to scare Kelly off. For now, her lips and tongue pleasured my first few inches while her hands took care of the rest. After a minute or two of this action, she stopped, pulling off me, sucking hard as she went so her lips came free with a *pop.* "Now it's your turn," she said to Kelly.

Kelly was very tentative as she took Alyssa's place. Alyssa still held on to the base of my cock, keeping it aimed at the blonde's face. Nervously, Kelly opened her mouth about halfway—and Alyssa just clucked her tongue and said, "That won't be nearly enough. Open as wide as you can." Kelly obeyed, silently, and then moved closer. Alyssa abruptly levered my dick away, and Kelly wound up poking herself in the cheek.

"Wh... what?" Kelly sputtered.

Alyssa shook her head and thwapped Kelly on the cheek with my cock—the first time I was ever involved in a cockslap-by-proxy, I think. "Don't you remember? You don't just try to swallow it all in one go. Build up to it. Get him excited."

With Alyssa holding me, Kelly stuck out her tongue, and Alyssa rested my cock on her tongue. Kelly started to lick me. I noticed right away a difference in the two girls' styles. Alyssa knew what she was doing; even with something simple like this, she made it more exciting, maintaining eye contact, flattening out her tongue, and generally doing her best to make things stimulating. Kelly, in contrast, acted like she was licking an ice cream cone. Nervous little flicks of her tongue, in the same spot over and over. It wasn't impressive. But hey, no one is an expert their first time out, and her innocence and eagerness made up for a lot of the skill gap.

Alyssa knelt down beside her. "No, no, honey, that's not right. Watch me again." And then she put on another little demo, showing how she'd drag her tongue over the veiny surface of my cock, covering plenty of territory in each lick. Kelly watched attentively, and when Alyssa was done with her demonstration she took over again, mimicking Alyssa's methods with a good deal more success. "Good!" Alyssa exclaimed. As Kelly started lapping her way up one side of my shaft, Alyssa did the same on the other side, and I had to bite back a groan at the feeling of their two tongues slowly and steadily making their way up my length.

They met at the end of my shaft, and when they did Alyssa pulled Kelly to her in a passionate kiss. It caught the blonde off guard—probably her first time kissing another woman, too—but she didn't resist. It wasn't a long kiss, and Alyssa was running the show, clearly the dominant partner. "Men love to watch bi sluts like you make out with other women," she said by way of explanation once the kiss ended. Kelly didn't seem to be contesting her being ID'ed as a bi slut anymore, or perhaps everything was just happening too fast for her to process. Whatever it was, Kelly just nodded and then turned her attention back to me.

After one more lick she opened wide, mimicking Alyssa's performance earlier, and took the fat head of my prick into her mouth. She didn't get very far before stopping, probably unused to having so much in her mouth at once. Her eyes darted over to Alyssa, who was still kneeling beside her, and she gave her instructor a questioning look.

"Don't look at me," Alyssa said. "Keep your eyes on him. You need to look at him like he's the most important thing in the world." Kelly did her best, looking up at me with wide eyes. Alyssa continued. "Now bob your head and suck. Don't forget about your tongue; it should always be moving. And watch the teeth." It took Kelly a minute to get everything coordinated, but soon she was giving a very credible blowjob—at least for her first time. She wasn't taking me particularly deep, but it was pleasant nonetheless.

Alyssa took Kelly's hands and brought them up to my groin, resting one hand on my balls and the other midway down my spit-slick shaft. "You're not going to be able to take him all the way in with your mouth at first, so you need to do other things to keep your man happy," Alyssa explained. A bit more prompting got Kelly to start stroking me, with long strokes and a little twist of the wrist that had me feeling very good very quickly.

"Oooh, you're a natural!" Alyssa squealed excitedly, knee-walking around behind Kelly and pulling her hair back from her face. "What do you think, David, does she deserve a reward for being such a good little cocksucker?"

"Damn straight she does," I replied. My eyes had been mainly on Kelly, but now I directed my gaze to Alyssa. I gave her a smoldering look and added, "And so does her teacher."

Alyssa shivered at that and said nothing, but her other hand disappeared between Kelly's legs from behind. Her mouth was stuffed with my cock, but I still heard Kelly's high-pitched moan when Alyssa's fingers found her dripping cunt. "God, you're tight," Alyssa said. "It's going to take some work to get his big thing in you." Kelly started bobbing her head faster, beginning to lose herself in sensation, as Alyssa kept talking. "He's going to stretch this little pussy out so good. I know my finger is making you feel wonderful—I can feel you juicing up for me. If one little finger does this, imagine what his fat pole will do to you."

Kelly's eyes closed and her sucking faltered; her hands were still moving, and her tongue was twitching, but her head went still. Alyssa kept going. I could see her shoulder moving rhythmically and her expert fingers worked their magic on the girl. "He'll get so much deeper than my tiny little fingers. And he's so much thicker. Your cunt is going to have to be reshaped to fit him. I know what that's like. He did it to me and my roommate one night." Kelly pulled herself off me then—her hands didn't stop, but she hung her head as Alyssa's digital stimulation overwhelmed her.

"He fucked us so good. Made us both his little sluts. Don't you want that?" Kelly made a noise, something between a sob and an ecstatic moan. "Answer your Mistress," she said, the words coming out in a hiss. "Do you want to be David's little slut? One of his fuck pets?" Kelly's hips were rolling now, and her breath was ragged. Still, she didn't answer. Then Alyssa must have brushed her thumb past Kelly's clit or something like that, because all of the sudden Kelly had this whole-body spasm that drove out all her breath in one tremendous expulsion.

Kelly took a deep breath, and screamed out one word, one I wouldn't have expected from her: "FUCK!" Alyssa seemed shocked as well, but didn't stop working the younger girl over with her skilled hands. "Not an answer, pet," she said. "Tell us how much you want to be one of his girls."

Kelly looked back at Alyssa, and with her lips trembling she said, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Alyssa replied. I'd seen Alyssa do something like this before, when we played with her roommate—she liked to keep someone right on the edge of orgasm until they gave her what she wanted. She even did it with me on occasion, and I have to admit I could see the appeal. But it was much better watching her do it to someone else. Kelly was shaking like a leaf, desperate for relief, and almost completely unequipped to deal with the sensations coursing through her. But she knew what she needed to say to get what she craved.

"Yes, Mistress, I want to be one of his fuck pets!" she shrieked.

"Good girl!" Alyssa said, and then she pushed Kelly over the edge. I don't know exactly what she did, but I'm pretty sure it involved using her fingers Kelly's ultra-sensitive clit and on her g-spot as well, a devastatingly effective combination for many women but even more powerful against someone who'd never had any real expert stimulation before. Kelly almost fell, her grip on my shaft tightening almost painfully—luckily she had let go of my balls some minutes ago, or I'd probably have been screaming with her—and she let out a wordless scream that was almost deafening in the small room.

And Alyssa didn't stop. Her skilled fingers kept going; I could see her shoulder move as she put Kelly through the wringer, no doubt using all her tricks to make the visiting high school student cum her brains out. And Alyssa succeeded, too; Kelly let go of my cock and put both hands on the floor, her arms shaking, and then slowly slid down until her cheek was on the floor and her ass in the air, gyrating in tight little circles. It looked like she was almost trying to get away from Alyssa, but not really trying, if that makes sense.

She screamed again as Alyssa expertly drove her to another climax, and then after a few seconds and a deep inhalation she let out a third ear-splitting scream. Alyssa looked up at me and smiled. "She's a loud one, isn't she?" she asked, mostly rhetorically. Once the third scream ended Kelly started trying desperately to get herself back under control, but with Alyssa still diligently working away inside her Kelly's efforts proved fruitless. She started to hyperventilate and beat on the floor with her fists; she tried to pull away, but Alyssa didn't let her escape—and in any case there was nowhere to go. Kelly's hand found my foot and she latched on, clinging to my leg and almost sobbing as another climax overtook her.

Finally Alyssa relented and let Kelly get herself together. Alyssa pulled her hand out from between Kelly's legs and held it up. It glistened with Kelly's juices, clear to the wrist. I don't know exactly how many times Kelly came, but it was more than enough. She was still trying weakly to push herself back up when Alyssa grabbed her hair with her clean (or at least cleaner) hand and pulled her back up onto her heels.

Kelly's mouth hung open. Her eyes were half-closed, and she had just managed to start breathing steadily again, big deep breaths that made her chest rise and fall in a way I found fascinating. Without a word, Alyssa jammed her fingers into Kelly's mouth, making her lick off her juices. Kelly reacted on instant, and as soon as Alyssa's fingers had made it past her lips her mouth closed over them. She started to suckle on my girl's digits. If she didn't like the taste of her cunt-honey it didn't show on her face at all. Alyssa made her clean off each finger individually, and then had her lick the palm clean and the back of the hand too. Once her hand was spotless, Alyssa gave Kelly a deep kiss—and Alyssa was definitely the one taking the lead; Alyssa had one hand tangled up in Kelly's hair, and the other on one of her breasts as Alyssa's tongue forced its way into Kelly's mouth.

When the kiss ended Alyssa quickly and unceremoniously yanked Kelly back over to me before giving her more instructions. "If you want to be a good little pet for him, you'll have to prove you're worth his time. Suck him more. Make him cum and swallow up every drop."

"Yes, Mistress," came Kelly's reply, and then she opened wide and engulfed the head of my prick—which, by now, was almost aching. I was unaccustomed to going so long without getting involved. Watching Alyssa dominate this young innocent girl was too good, though, too good to ruin. Kelly managed to get me a bit deeper this time, and she started bobbing her head, mimicking what she'd seen Alyssa doing earlier. Her hands came up and she gripped my shaft, down near the base, and as her spit starting running out past the tight seal made by her lips she started to stroke me in time with the up-and-down motions of her head.

Alyssa knelt beside her and held back Kelly's dirty blonde hair. "How is she, Sir?" she asked. "Does she suck your dick like a good little slut?"

"She needs more practice," I answered. "But she's trying so hard, and she has a talented tongue." That was true—even with my fat cockhead in her mouth, pressing her tongue down, she still was doing her best with it, curling it around, pressing it against that sensitive spot just under the head. I don't think she knew she was doing it, but she'd watched Alyssa earlier with extreme care, and now whenever she did something impressive I involuntarily rewarded her with a stream of precum. She was like an animal being trained; the precum that leaked into her mouth told her she was doing a good job, and so she did it again and again, each time getting me closer and closer to climax.

With a wry little smile, Alyssa decided to help Kelly out. She ducked underneath Kelly and took one of my balls into her mouth, rolling the heavy, cum-filled orb around on her tongue and emitting pleased little moans as she did. Kelly, for her part, shortened her strokes slightly to make things easier for Alyssa and to avoid bopping her in the head. And I just looked down on the pair of them as they serviced me. Kelly's blonde head was bobbing and she looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes, desperately eager to please. Just beside and below her was Alyssa, whose vibrant green eyes revealed her confidence in her abilities and her sex appeal.

I reached down and put one hand on each girls' head, holding them in place and pushing them both just a bit closer—to each other and to me. Kelly coughed as my cock head punched against the back of her throat but she recovered gracefully, her steady sucking only interrupted for the briefest of moments. Alyssa just smiled as best she could (given that her lips were wrapped tight around my balls) and moaned, the vibrations coming up through my sack and making me shiver.

Before long, the feeling of two sets of lips and tongues on me proved too much. I gave the girls a warning—mostly for Kelly's benefit, since her innocence and the fact that my cock was in her mouth made her the main recipient of my cum. The warning might not have been clear to her, though—I would have thought that yelling "FUCK!" was enough, but the naïve girl just looked up at me quizzically and was thus quite shocked when the first bolt of cum rocketed from me cock and smacked against the back of her throat.

Quick as lightning, Alyssa snaked out from her position and got behind Kelly just as she pulled away, letting my next shot splash against her face. Alyssa roughly shoved Kelly back down on my spurting shaft. "Keep sucking!" she ordered, holding Kelly in place as more cum spilled from me directly into her mouth. I felt her swallow once, twice, before the flow overwhelmed her. She coughed and the backed-up cum sprayed out past her lips. "Bad girl!" Alyssa shouted, pushing down harder as Kelly struggled to catch up and not to gag again.

Miraculously, she succeeded, finding her rhythm and swallowing regularly as my cock pulsed and throbbed in her mouth. She drank down almost everything I had to give her, leaving only the single stream that had landed on her face—closing one eye in a coquettish wink—and the remnants that had spilled out after her early troubles.

Alyssa knew me very well, and she could tell when I'd stopped cumming (I asked her about it once, and apparently I always let out a bit of a sigh when I've just cum; I never noticed it, myself, but then I'm generally distracted when that's happening). When the moment came, Alyssa yanked Kelly up almost immediately and took her place, eager to lavish attention on me, something I always appreciated in those moments just after a good cum when everything's still all tingly. Kelly used her fingers to scoop the cum off her face—and right into her mouth, I noted approvingly—and watched attentively as Alyssa's almost worshipful display kept me stiff and ready for round three.