BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 02

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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.”