Scholarship Requirements

"Let me show you."

Poised, Elizabeth walked to the table, her hips now swaying sensuously. She stood over the writhing form of Anna, looked back at Tiffany with a pleased smile then pulled a chair behind the petite Asian and sat down. Tiffany watched as her back bent and her head went down between Anna's legs, lower until she could see Anna clench her palms flatten on the tabletop. The only noise in the room was Anna's pleasured moans until the wet silkiness of Elizabeth's tongue joined in; followed by the sound of Elizabeth's nostrils pulling air.

As she watched, Tiffany became aware of Elizabeth's hand on her right breast pushing it against her chest and massaging it in a circular motion; Elizabeth's left hand was inside her panties, rubbing her own wet clitoris. Anna's legs stiffened and frog kicked, her moans turned to measured shrieks. The view of the back of Elizabeth's wagging head and the sound of her lapping tongue and lusty moans made Tiff rub her clit more forcefully. She stiffened, gritted her teeth, gasped and cried out, "Oh God!" Her orgasm surged through her body and she quivered and released in the most satisfying orgasm she had had since before Claude died. Miriam's face flashed into her brain and she whispered, "Yesss," before being shrouded in blackness.

When she awoke she was laying on the lush carpet, naked. A small black haired woman was kneeling at her feet, massaging them. She couldn't see her face and the woman's long black hair covered her breasts. Tiff's head was resting on a soft warm pillow. She looked up and her eyes caught the lovely shape of two beautiful breasts tipped with medium sized, pinkish brown nipples. They were centered on large round areolas and stood out like erasers. Above the breasts was the face of a beautiful blue-eyed woman. Her senses returning, she realized she had blacked out...that she was laying in Elizabeth's warm and naked lap, and Anna, the beautiful Asian secretary was massaging and now kissing her feet.

"Welcome back sweetie" Elizabeth purred.

Anna's touch was so very delicate. Tiffany felt like she was being massaged with butterfly wings. The warmth of Elizabeth's nude body filled her with a feeling of safety and security. She watched as Elizabeth's face loomed over her; her lipstick had worn off. When they touched Tiff's lips they felt soft... warm pillows. A familiar aroma, the same aroma Tiff had smelled on her fingers whenever she had played with her own pussy, the same aroma she smelled on Claude's cock after it had been in her pussy before he had cum, filled her nostrils now. It was the smell of Anna's pussy...and she loved it.

It was as if she were afloat on a billowy cloud being attended to by angels. Elizabeth's hands fondled Tiff's breasts, her fingers tenderly exploring the expanse of soft flesh, pimpled areolas and the large nubbins of her nipples. She felt Anna's hands lifting her waist and she instinctively arched her back to help. She felt the soft pillow being placed beneath her ass, Anna coaxing her knees up and spreading her legs then, Anna's soft warm tongue sluicing through her groove.

The connection of electrical charges was completed and her body became charged with incredible warmth. Two tongues: Elizabeth's exploring the inside of her mouth, its slick underside on the velvet top of hers and then the velvet of Elizabeth's under the slippery underside of hers. Anna's, wetting itself in the pool of her slit then sliding juicily to her clitoris, moving in tiny micro-circles, touching nerve endings that sent charges in new directions.

The kiss between Elizabeth and Tiff was long; their tongues probed and circled wildly. Like a snorting mare Tiff's nostrils inhaled for both she and Elizabeth, hers served as an exhaust. Both chins glistened with saliva that leaked from the seal of their lips.

Cradled in Elizabeth's arms Tiff experienced new sensations; a woman's kiss, hands fondling her breasts, another woman's tongue licking and laving her vagina, lapping and probing her anus. She felt Elizabeth's fingers caress her tummy and scratch through her pubic hair, those long red fingernails. She felt Anna's mouth compress on her vulva and heard her throat clutching for breath (Elizabeth's hand had left Tiff's tummy and she laced her fingers in Anna's hair and pushed her head against Tiffany's pussy). She was floating in her mother's amniotic fluid.

Once again, Anna lifted Tiff's legs. She puckered her lips on Tiffany's puckering asshole and oozed a mouthful of saliva inside then slid her middle finger in Tiff's ass, slithering in and out. When Anna's tongue left Tiff's clit Elizabeth's finger penetrated the ravished woman's cunt and worked opposing the movement of Anna's finger. Her thumb twiddled Tiff's clit and her left hand rolled and pinched the knot of her nipple.

Tiffany's orgasmic threshold had been crossed. She stiffened like her toe had been pushed into an electrical socket and her body vibrated in passionate spasms. She had known the joy of orgasmic sex with Claude; he had been a skilled and tender lover. But the ministrations of these two women were incredibly in sync with her desires. Where, sometimes, she had to show Claude where to place his fingers, or how much pressure to apply these angels knew. They were women. They knew! And, her release was not only more intense but more natural.

It seemed that they were all working as a team whose goal was to bring Tiff back into the realm of sexuality as well as steeping themselves in mutual pleasure. Deep down, she knew that she was there at Elizabeth's behest, a sensual ultimatum. Her first instincts were to rail against it, to resist but, once her juices began to percolate again, she knew that what ever Elizabeth demanded of her she would willingly comply. Two glorious orgasms...and what would be expected of her in return? She lusted for the answer.

"Maybe you would like to eat Anna's pussy," Elizabeth said to her. Tiffany recognized that she was too classy a woman to make a command. But, it was a command, none-the-less. "Anna, perhaps you would like to lay on the floor." She smiled like a good teacher. "Maybe Tiffany would like to sit on your face?"

Anna laid on the floor, her dark brown eyes, like a puppy that had just been rewarded, soaked in Elizabeth's approval. Elizabeth put the pillow under her head. She held out her hand and took Tiffany's, helping her to her feet. "Come my dear." She led Tiff to stand at Anna's head then took both hands, and while straddling Anna's feet said, "Kneel down and put your pussy on Anna's mouth." She wanted to say 'yes ma'am' but just nodded her head, bent her knees and with Elizabeth's hands steadying her she knelt then slowly lowered her ass until she felt Anna's lips on her pussy.

She looked up, wincing with pleasure when Anna's tongue flapped like butterfly wings in her sodden groove, and, for the first time got a good look at her children's principle, standing naked before her. In her three inch heels she towered over her. She looked like a fashion model, slim hips, slight breasts, a flat belly and a shaved mound. Elizabeth looked hard into Tiff's eyes then, with hers, forced Tiff's vision to Anna's pussy.

As commanded, she lowered her body until her tits had sagged to Anna's tummy, indenting her nipples. Elizabeth stepped back, bent down and took hold of Anna's ankles, raising her legs. "Wrap your arms around her legs, hun." Tiffany complied, wrapping her arms around Anna's legs, just below the knee. She spread them and lowered her head, gazed at Anna's black mink triangle and, while wiggling her ass to the sensation of the Asian's waggling tongue, she lowered her head close to Anna's pussy. Once again she was taken with how slight her pussy lips were, and when she spread her legs wider and saw the puffy lips open and expose the labia, she was amazed at how black they were, and how, when the woman's cunt opened, her insides glowed a deep pinkish orange.

She had dreamed of putting her mouth on another woman's pussy since she and her college roommate, Miriam, had kissed that night years ago. And now, as the redolence of Anna's female musk wafted in her nostrils, she pressed her lips on the puffy lips, pointed her tongue and opened them and, when she tasted the exquisite honey she clamped and quivered in a mini orgasm. This ignited Anna's passions and she wiggled and moaned, lapped and slurped.

Tiffany savored the smell and taste and texture of Anna's pussy. With the tip of her tongue she touched her clit the way she liked to have her own clitoris touched, glided it over the surface of the slippery node, amazed at, though it was so small, how large the surface seemed to be. As Anna was doing the same to her, using her woman's tongue to excite a woman's parts, knowing how and what and how much and how little, Tiff had taken so naturally to the lingual luxuriance that Anna's cunt was flowing with her excitement.

"Hold your ass up Mrs. Andrews," Elizabeth commanded. Reaching her hand under Tiffany's abdomen she pulled her up and away from Anna's tongue, which was still flapping on her clitoris. Since Claude's passing Tiff had longed for the feeling of a rigid cock inside her, something she wondered if it would ever happen again. She wasn't prepared for the feeling and wondered how Elizabeth was achieving it.

While the two women were writhing on the floor Elizabeth had walked to her desk, opened the bottom drawer and had taken out the strap-on she kept for these afternoon idylls, along with other toys. She had always been amazed at how many people lived over their heads and it wasn't unusual for mothers to come in from time to time, hemming and hawing about their financial condition. The women always said they would do anything to keep their children enrolled and if Elizabeth was interested in adding them to her harem she would show them the way. She had only met Tiffany Andrews a couple times since she enrolled her children at Hedley Colville but, secretly, wished she could have sex with her. Though she was sorry for the attractive young woman's loss, she was pleased that she came into to plead for her children's continued enrollment.

When Elizabeth held her hips and she felt the large object penetrating her pussy she yelped like a wounded coyote. It wasn't painful, but painfully wonderful. The large hard object (she had no idea what it was) filled her pussy and stopped just short of her cervix. Elizabeth's hand pushed the back of her head down and she resumed eating Anna's pussy. Elizabeth pulled back, almost removing the object from her pussy then shoved it in hard. She lifted her head and yelped again, feeling Elizabeth's hand pushing her head back to Anna's pussy.

"Would you like me to fuck you too, Anna?"

"Yes, please, Elizabeth. Please," she implored in her subservient Asian woman's voice.

She pulled the strap-on penis from Tiff's cunt, took her hand and helped her stand up. As Tiffany stood she looked in wonder at the large black dildo wobbling in front of Elizabeth's crotch. Elizabeth took Anna's hand and helped her up then led both women to the end of the conference table and had them stand together. "Show her what I want Anna." Anna complied and turned, bent over and stretched her arms forward. She placed her hands flat on the table. "Tiffany?" Tiff turned and copied Anna. "Kiss each other ladies."

Anna and Tiff turned toward each other, both so vulnerable, standing naked before the grinning woman with the menacing dong. Their lips met in a tender kiss, which had the same effect on each woman, each one's ass wriggling in a plea or an invitation to Elizabeth, their minds anticipating the penetration of the black cock's thrust, each thinking, "Choose me."

Anna felt it first, her gasp forcing her own air out of Tiff's mouth with a "pwah!" She bucked against a second and third thrust, exploding high pitched oohs from the tiny oval of her petite lips, which pouted when the large dick pulled out.

Tiff marveled at the expressions on Anna's face and when her turn came, the absence of Claude's cock, the yearning for the sensations which she had become addicted to and the glee in being penetrated so forcefully, she whooped like she had been immersed in ice water. The nerve endings in her vagina reached out like the arms of a starving crowd, and wallowed in the overpowering sensations. Desperate to be satiated she clamped the muscles of her vagina but couldn't hold on and, when Elizabeth pulled the cock out with a "pop," she mourned its loss. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched Anna lurch forward from the driving force each of Elizabeth's four thrusts, grunting like a wounded pig. "Fuck me," she cried out and was rewarded ten (she counted them) fucks of that glorious, hard cock, each long stroke creating shocking sensations throughout her body.

"Rub your clit baby," Elizabeth said, breathing heavily from her exertion. She pulled out on the tenth and before giving Anna her ten she said, "get ready to cum for Mama sweetie."

Desperate to cum while being fucked she rubbed like she had never rubbed before. Her head wagged wildly, her hair swishing back and forth, and she cooed at what was to come. Anna began snorting like pig, punctuating her snorts with "yes, yes, yes," and, when Elizabeth commanded that she come now, she arched her back, stiffened, let out a screaming whoop and fell flat on the table with her arms extended Moslem-like supplication, panting from her exertion.

"It will be twelve for you Mrs. Edwards—my Tiffany—and I want you to cum on twelve." She slid the long, hard cock inside Tiff's cunt and cooed, "onnnnne, count with me baby," and Tiffany repeated the count.

She kept rubbing her clit and wiggling her ass, bucking back at each number, the first two slow, "two." Then , faster "three, four, five." She bucked and repeated each number, rubbing her clitoris, bending her knees like a little girl who had to pee. Tiffany felt the moisture of Elizabeth's perspiration dripping on her back and heard her gasp the last seven numbers. Her response was a dreamy echo. She was surrounded by an aura of sexual bliss, all of her nerve endings rigid, all being caressed with either phallic or imagined ecstasy. It would be hard to express what laid behind the door to her release. Was it the rubber band of a model airplane, its strands being twisted into knots until it was ready to break, that would whisk the plane in vibrating flight, or was it the long ride up, up, up the longest rollercoaster in the world, just before reaching the crest? Or was it both? Or was more?

Her body was on fire when Elizabeth slammed her hard to the shout of "twelve!" The shutter of her mental camera released, letting in a kind of light she had never seen before—rapture—the images were surreal, the kind of surreal she had experienced as a teenager when she had dropped LSD. The pictures were larger, with vivid colors. In a giant emerald OZ she was a munchkin. Anna's eyes looked out of a forest of ebony hair. They were Bambi's eyes and her lips were huge and sensual. Even though Elizabeth was behind her Tiff's all-seeing eyes saw her standing proud, her smallish breasts perking, her nipples standing out like little fingers, to the first knuckle, indicating, "come to me." The black cock of her strap-on was buried in Tiffany's behind.

The shutter snapped shut, burying her in darkness and the earthquake began. She was aware of crying out again and again, of the heat of her body rushing to her skin and retreating to her guts then back out again, each time in lessening waves. She felt her pussy flood with her sexual moisture, her asshole puckering tight, her toes crimping. She levitated, was carried by invisible hands to a soft, warm water bed. Or was she again in her mother's womb?

When she recovered her presence she was on the floor, between the sweaty bodies of Elizabeth and Anna. Their kisses felt like butterflies' wings on her neck and ears and their perspiration like a soothing steam bath. "You must have come today, Tiffany, for reasons other than your children," she heard Elizabeth say." To her the reason became muddled, the children, yes, but the answer to her prayers.

After they had all toweled off Elizabeth sat behind her desk. Tiffany was in the chair across the desk and Anna stood at the door. "Tell Meredith that our conference is over, Anna." Anna opened the door, went out and closed it.

"So," Elizabeth said, "Can you afford tuition for one of your children, Tiffany?"

Without hesitation Tiffany answered, "Yes, that would fit into my budget."

"Then Amber will be paid for by you and Derrick will be on scholarship. Do you think that will work?" Tiffany nodded acceptance. "You can come in once a week and help me with filing. Will that be alright?"

Alright? She could have been at the most elegant spa in the world and she wouldn't have felt better. "That would be just fine, Elizabeth."

"And..." Tiffany looked at apprehensively at Elizabeth. "Anna has to go back to Taiwan next month to renew her visa. Do you think you could fill in for her for a couple of weeks?"

"A couple of weeks," She answered as if she had been invited to go on a cruise.

"Yes, I particularly need your help to counsel with a couple of mothers who are having financial problems....."