My Only Talent Ch. 19

Millie's constant criticism and instructions were keeping Erminia off balance and worried about performance all the time, maximizing uncertainty and apprehension, thus making sure she would not have even a second to think about herself, or anything else but my cock and its responses. She kept her eyes closed, and normally I would punish her for this, as I like eye contact when a woman fellates me. But since we were trying to make her concentrate for the present time on my dick and not my face, I would not press the issue.

Erminia seemed really surprised when I began to come, but she was doing her best as she sucked and swallowed, albeit clumsily. A good portion of my ejaculate dribbled down her chin, and she fought catch more of it and to breathe through her nose. There was no sexual pleasure or arousal in her Suzie signal, and even if there were, Millie would soon extinguish it.

"That was pitiful, slut. I am surprised he even came with that kind of lousy technique!"

She then proceeded to give her very detailed instructions on how to get up me up again, and for the first time, I heard Millie's explicit explanation of Suzanne's patented 'small displacement sucking motion' technique that was so wonderfully effective at keeping me hard even right after I had ejaculated. Although she did not do it as well as my other three girls, it was still amazingly effective, and I was up and ready almost instantly. Millie then barraged Erminia with a series of very detailed instructions, sometimes mutually exclusive or physically impossible, keeping her off balance and apprehensive. She pushed her to take me deeper and deeper into her mouth, to use her tongue more effectively as I slid in and out of her mouth, and to stimulate and surprise me in a dozen ways. Soon Erminia was like an automaton responding to Millie's instructions, and Millie was a fine programmer. I was going to pop again pretty soon.

I was struck by the scene I was witnessing. Millie, the lovely young president of her sorority, dressed primly in dark slacks with a blue sweater over a white blouse and a pair of mahogany brown penny loafers, was sitting in a chair, with her hands on her elbows, avidly watching her submissive student blow me from only a few inches away. Erminia, one of the richest and most gossiped about women in the world, still amazingly attractive in her late 40's, was naked, on her knees, and struggling to take my cock all the way down her elegant throat, to make a nondescript looking eighteen year old college boy from Texas come in her mouth for the second time this evening. Is this a great country or what?

Millie may have looked prim, but her instructions were anything but. "Get ready to suck all the come right out of his balls, you clumsy slut! Keep your eyes closed and think about nothing but sucking and swallowing for his pleasure. And if you let even one drop touch the air this time I will whip you senseless!"

Erminia was too inherently elegant to make those 'glug, glug, glug' sounds, even in flagrante delicto, but she did make some very erotic whistling sounds of ragged breathing though her aquiline nose. When I came for the second time, she gamely sucked even harder and used her mouth and tongue to pleasure me much more effectively than the first time. She was a quick study, and she got my entire first surge down her throat this time. This was the kind of 'pop quiz' I liked to give my students. I involuntarily grabbed her head and pushed her down on me a little further, and I felt her Suzie send a little pride in eliciting that response from me. Her tongue swirled around me, and I pumped my come into her sucking mouth with reckless abandon.

"That's better!" Millie praised her. "Still needs a lot of work, but better than the first time. Now suck hard, harder, until you are totally sure you have swallowed every drop!'

Erminia complied, and then, with my cock all the way down her throat, looked up and made eye contact with me. I couldn't help but give her a tender look and a little pat on the cheek, but then I pulled out and slapped her cheeks with my cock. She looked embarrassed, and her Suzie sent humiliation, but not yet excitement. That would come later. Dr. Asa Weltschmerz, Lara's psychiatrist and my unofficial consultant on Erminia, had explained to me that her guilt over the untimely death of her first husband was so pervasive that it would take extraordinary measures to free her from it. She would have to be punished so mercilessly and thoroughly that she would eventually reach a state where she began to show anger at her punishment, and Asa said that would indicate that she had reached bottom and had began to subconsciously feel that she had been punished enough. Beginning with that signal, I would restrain her fully and begin to emphasize her helplessness, and give her gradually increasing amounts of stimulation and pleasure. At some point she would have her first helpless orgasm, knowing that it was strictly incidental to my pleasure, but not being able to avoid enjoying it herself. We would then shape her to accept her own orgasms as normal, sans guilt.

I reached down and held her chin up to meet my eyes. "You are just barely worth training, so far, slut. I want you to do the same kind of research you did on how to please Millie, learning new techniques at least two hours per day. You are also ordered to get down on your knees and fellate Sapiento to completion twice a day, morning and evening, to observe his responses and learn to do you wifely duty properly! Her face looked confused, and her Suzie was silent.

Erminia retired to her downstairs bedroom, and I grabbed my clothes and motioned Millie into one of the adjoining bathrooms to clean up. Mille looked a little surprised, but quickly got into the mood as I began to slowly undress her, kissing each new part of her that was exposed, one of my favorite little games. By the time that I made my way to her lush and furry and wonderfully fragrant little bush, I was hard again, and ready to devour her completely. Millie's Suzie, not unexpectedly, began to signal a desire for some rougher action, and soon. I decided she would get it, but not until I had teased her for a while.

The bathroom was on a north wall, on a corner of the house from which projected a big 'turret' bay window. Being part of the bathroom, it was equipped with a huge but frosted window and skylight up high that let lots of light in without allowing folks from the high rises on the other side of the river to peek in, telescope or not. So at a height of about five feet inside the shower, the tiled area expanded out towards the window area like a big shelf and display area below the huge window. I am not sure what its intended use was, but I picked Millie up and set her cute little ass on the shelf, which positioned her for some perfect stand up pussy eating on my part. Her pussy was wet and wild, and I had almost forgotten how tasty and wonderful it was. Her Suzie was playing two tunes: the one that I was listening to right now was saying 'oh baby eat that pussy'; the other one, growing steadily stronger, was saying 'pussy eating is nice, but let's get on to some hard spanking and even harder fucking'.

The delicious irony was not lost on me. I was enjoying the prospect of teasing Millie and ramping up her excitement, all the while thoroughly enjoying her delicious taste and aroma. Her first orgasm may have been better for me than for her, even without my Suzie sense, because she screamed and gushed a tasty flow of wonderful juice, which I devoured contentedly. After a brief pause, I tuned in my Suzie receiver and went into smart bomb autopilot mode, with my target another exploding orgasm. She was almost tortured by my actions, as she wanted the impending orgasm but she knew it only delayed the hard fucking she really wanted. I could enjoy both equally. I gave her two sizzling ones, and both Suzie tunes rang out even louder.

I flipped her over and pulled her up on her hands and knees, with her pretty ass just about level with my face. Her pussy was dripping like a faucet, and when I began to alternatively kiss and spank her ass smartly, it continued to do so. She sighed and shook with every slap, and her lovely ass got red and warm to the tongue all over. Millie was able to come just from the pain, and I kept her teetering deliciously on the edge of her first orgasm from the spanking. I had heard about differentiating orgasms as clitoral or vaginal, but I was rapidly forming the theory that our favorite fuck toy, thoroughly modern Millie, ever at the forefront, had two other types too: anal and painful. The scientist in me had a duty to experiment.

I used my Suzie talent to tune my spanking to get her off, and as I connected to her it was almost scary to feel her amazing nervous system transform the impact and pain into building pleasure so quickly. If I could react like that, maybe I would enjoy submitting, but I don't think I was wired that way. Millie certainly was, and her first painful orgasm was very intense, and it sent shivers through me via her Suzie. She was breathing so hard that I felt I had to let her rest a minute, but her Suzie soon made it apparent that she needed no such pause. I began to spank her further down on the back of her legs, and she loved it, soon having another fulminating orgasm. It was now time for some contrast therapy.

I reached my arms around the front of her knees, spreading her legs slightly and enthusiastically plunging my tongue into her hot little rosebud, which was already awash in all that fluid from her pussy. Maybe I was still thinking about Alley's amazing ass that she had shook at me so tantalizingly at Babe's, and maybe I was just testing my theory about anal orgasms, but soon I was tongue deep in Millie's wonderful butt, enjoying every nuance of it. I kissed it, licked it, and I rolled my tongue up and penetrated it as far and as I could. I became a smart bomb, spreading her ass checks and moving my tongue in and out and back in as far into her tight little asshole as I could, and she responded very, very strongly. I felt the tension build in her legs, and she shook and wailed, while her Suzie sang a different note for her anal orgasm, easily differentiable from the clitoral and painful variety.

I suppose my scientific need for a complete data set kicked in; as I suddenly knew I had to listen to her Suzie during a vaginal orgasm. This would require a little different position, as I needed to get her ass down a foot or more from the level of the little shelf, to facilitate easy penetration while I was standing. I looked around and spotted some elegant looking gold tubes mounted at various positions in the shower: perhaps they were handles, or maybe towel racks, but two of them looked like just the thing for me to grip with my hands. With one hand I pulled her back toward me until her knees were no longer up on the shelf, but rather about two feet below it, in a perfect spot for me to fuck her in. My other hand gripped of the gold handles, and gave me the leverage I needed to slip my cock into her. I then pushed her forward again, such that her waist and upper body were on the shelf, and her arms were out in front of her, forming a wedge that very effectively pinned her against the tile corner of the shower. So positioned she could support most of her weight on her arms, and her legs were spread open, with the inside of her thighs against the top of my thighs, supporting the rest of her weight. I then put both of my hands on the handles on my left and right, gripped them hard, and proceeded to surge into her like a mad man.

Her Suzie sounded, but she screamed even louder. "Fuck me!" I could not refuse a lady. I felt like a bull, a ram, a stallion, a stag, and a crazy man, and I must have been channeling all my mammalian and reptilian ancestor's survival drives through my cock and into pounding her pussy. It was an amazing feeling of wonderful power, made all the better by the realization that Millie was absolutely loving every second of it. So was I. Her Suzie ramped up toward another orgasm, and sure enough it sounded another distinctive Suzie note as she came. I was overjoyed, and my scientific curiosity was satisfied, but not my lust for her. Oh no! I pulled out my thoroughly lubricated and maximally excited rod and pushed into her ass, envisioning that perfect little circle that I had so recently enjoyed tongue kissing.

"Fuck my ass!" She was so my kind of girl. I used every bit of strength in my arms and legs to pound her. It was wonderful. I would occasionally lean back to see my cock enter that fine little orifice, and then plunge forward into her happily. She was on the verge of an anal orgasm, and I was damned pleased about it. Just as she began to quiver, I shot off inside her, hot and hard and wonderful. I pushed myself into her as far as I could, and I really felt like I belonged there. When I knew I was spent, I leaned down and kissed her shoulder blades.

"Robbie, I know I am officially graduating as a trainee at the end of this semester, but anytime you want to give me some continuing education, I'm ready."

"I'm going to miss you too, Wet Spot. We both will continue to train Ermie together until she is ready to graduate, too, and you already know how Suzanne and Lara feel about you! "

I did not tell her about her surprise birthday party. Her birthday was a few days after Christmas, but since we would all be out of town then, we were planning a combination birthday and sexual training graduation orgy for her. Suddenly I remembered the date conflict issue I had put on my to do list, the ZZZ toga party was the same night we had discussed for the Wet Spot Party. I still needed to figure out what to do.

We finished washing each other off, with lots of kissing and hugging, and then got dressed. The guards were waiting for us and escorted us back to the limo, and we headed back towards the Bi Phi house. I asked the driver to wait a second while I walked Millie to the door, and spent a few minutes talking to her about my plan for the next few training sessions with Erminia. She got it, and especially liked the part where she would be the prime administrator of the pain stimuli, although she would likely rather receive than give. After that, the driver took me back to the dorm, and I spent a few hours doing reading and homework before I just couldn't keep my eyes open, and went to bed.

Friday morning it seemed that my alarm woke me only about ten minutes after I went to sleep. I hopped up to tank up, and then remembered I would be running in the evening today instead of at noon. But when I ran, it would be a full 26 plus miles, so I would need to be well hydrated and well fed. I saw none of the usual crew at breakfast, so I concentrated my attention on the food, as I was still very hungry from my wonderful exertions with Millie. I went to Rhetoric and Composition early, planning to find Sarah and get the potential confrontation over with. I got to the classroom a full twenty minutes before class time, and put my backpack in my normal seat, and then went outside to watch for Sarah. She turned up a few minutes later. Better now than never.

"Sarah, I think we need to talk." That was absolutely the first time I had ever said that to anyone. I was usually on the receiving end of such notice.

I heard a little blast of meltdown Suzie, but then she seemed to get it under control. "Did you read my paper, Robbie?"

"Of course I did. I am flattered by your feelings for me, but I don't share the same feelings and plans for you. I am just a freshman, and I have no desire to get married to anyone anytime soon. I have to honest and tell you that I don't think that will change."

"Did you not feel the same excitement that I did, Robbie? Do you understand what you mean to me?"

"You are very attractive and exciting, Sarah, and I think I made that very clear to you, especially that night at Ms. Wyrickie's apartment. But that's where it ends for me, I am afraid."

There was another blast of disconcerting Suzie, and then it was under control again. "What could I have done differently, Robbie? Where did I go wrong?"

"Well. Following me to my house in Dallas without telling me first, would have been a deal breaker for me, no matter how else I felt before that. That made me very nervous and uncomfortable."

She looked glum. "I didn't realize you knew about that. How did you spot me?"

"Our dogs spotted you before you even parked your car, Sarah. They watched you constantly whenever you were anywhere near our house. And I saw you at the mall, too." That was a bit of a lie, but I had heard that discordant Suzie at the mall, and now I knew exactly where it came from.

She looked embarrassed, which I took at as a good sign, compared to Melanie, at least, but then she said, "I tried to come to your house to talk to you, but that pack of dogs wouldn't let me get out of my car. That's what finally convinced me to leave."

"That was the smart thing to do, Sarah. They usually don't bite unless they are ordered to, or are attacked, but they would have at a minimum barked at you and jumped up on you to try to get you back in the car and out of there. That would have brought someone else running from inside the house."

"You act like they knew I didn't belong there."

"They did. They sensed something was not right with you or your visit. You know it was not a good idea, too, don't you?"

She looked chagrinned, but her Suzie stayed out of the alarming range. "Yes. But Robbie, I love you!"

"And I liked you Sarah, but I don't love you, and given all that's happened, I don't want to be with you anymore. I'm sorry, but truth is truth, and that's it."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and of course I had no handkerchief, but she fished some tissues out of her purse and got fairly squared away before class started. Ms. Wyrickie was looking at us from her desk, and actually started her lecture a little early. I was thankful for the interruption. After class I saw Wyrickie approach Sarah, and they continued to talk until everyone else had left the room, including me.

I headed for Engineering 101 early, but couldn't concentrate well enough to accomplish any reading. I thought about the rest of the day and was apprehensive about being able to finish my hole 26 miles without collapsing, but then looking forward to having Suzanne and Lara help me recuperate. I then realized I had no date for Saturday or Sunday, as the Thanksgiving break, as much as I had enjoyed it, had totally discombobulated my regular planning cycle. Suzanne had an away soccer game both days, and Lara was going on a Saturday and Sunday field trip to west Texas for her Geology elective. I had a few minutes before class started, so I called Peggy. She was sitting at her normal duty station in the museum, and talked to me in hushed tones.

"I was hoping you would call me before the semester ended, Robbie. I am leaving for London right after finals, but I wanted to do a 'farewell tour' with you. Is that what you had in mind?"

"It sure is, beautiful. Where would you like to go?"

"Well, I think we should both take a little around the world trip, if you catch my drift, lover."

"I would love to catch your drip, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, there's an image that I like, you smooth talking devil. Let's go to that Mexican restaurant where you bought that Aztec calendar after that skinny reporter bitch flirted with you. Did you think that I didn't pick up on that?"

"Did you pick up on her checking out your breasts, Sweetie? I think she wanted to spend some quality time with them."

"I wondered about that, but I don't want to go there, ever. I'll take it straight or not at all, and I like taking it from you."

"No problem, beautiful. That's my job, anyway."