The previous evening the new batch of students had been introduced to each other at what was to become a regular ritual, a mug of cocoa and a softish porn movie: romantic plot with flimsy excuse for nudity and sensual love-making, lots of penetration but strictly no bodily fluids, especially no perspiration. This particular one went something like: handsome pirate seduces wilful aristocratic beauty, ugly pirate imprisons handsome, threatens unspecified dark deeds against beauty, beauty traps ugly, ties him to mast and shags his brains out, beauty takes command , rescues handsome and shags his brains out; and all in the best possible taste.
And then to her room and the most fantastic sex she could ever have dreamed of. From the moment she had looked into his deep brown eyes she had trusted him absolutely. She could scarcely believe it now but she had been so, so right. The stranger’s touches and caresses had kindled her lust through three superb orgasms, each deeper and longer lasting than its predecessor till finally she had mounted him. She had pinned his wrists above his head (or at least he’d let her) and offered each of her huge breasts in turn for him to suckle on. She had stroked his powerful arms and chest , run her fingers through his dark curls and slapped his cheeks gently with her huge floppy tits.
“Tell me your name! Tell me your name or I’ll torture you!”, she had giggled as she tickled under his armpits. "You may know me as Mysterite,” he had smiled, in his deep brown voice. Suddenly she needed to ride him, to control him, to hear him moan beneath her, to force his sacrificial offering of semen from him. And how she had made him moan and groan, till the final eruption left her breathless over his sweat- drenched body. The ride of her young life; had he enjoyed it? How could she tell? She hoped so.
Sharon suddenly realised that she had been squeezing her legs together involuntarily as she daydreamed. She couldn’t help but repeat the action half a dozen times more till, taking a deep breath, she recovered her composure and looked round guiltily to see if any of her fellow pupils had been watching. It seemed that they were all day dreaming too; breakfast had been very quiet. And there was something else she noticed. Just like her, each had arrived at the school with improbably gargantuan breasts but now, even hidden as they were by their loose robes, she could tell that their breasts had returned to something like normal proportions.
Wed Jun 16 08:45:14 1999
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