My Only Talent Ch. 11

My plan was, like the old song almost said, just keep on fuckin', mama. I was in the zone. Lara stuck her tongue up in Millie's ass, and she came again, her fine little snatch grabbing my dick hard. I was just getting warmed up. Suzanne pinched her nipples hard, and she game again with a gasp. I kept on fucking her. Suzanne stepped away, and then came back holding the nipple clips that I had used when walking Millie over. She put one on each nipple, and when Millie looked down at them stuck on her nipples, and she came again. Suzanne reached up and pulled her head over the side, and kissed Mille deeply, and whispered in her ear. She came again. Suzanne then walked away and just watched the little nipple clips sway and pull on Millie's nipples as I fucked away at her.

Lara looked on with interest, and just as it appeared Millie was about to come, she ripped one of the nipple clips off and Mille came explosively, squirting voluminously from her hairy pussy for the first time. Her Suzie signal reached new heights, too, and I thought perhaps the sexual stimulation and the pain were additive, making her come even harder. I kept on pumping her. Suzann returned with an ice cube and began using it to stimulate the nipple she had just removed the clip from. Millie was so turned on she was barely conscious, and she was just on the edge of another orgasm in a series of at least six she had had so far. Suzanne leaned into my ear, and said "Let me know just before you are going to come inside her. I am going to pop this other nipple clip to trigger her to come again, and then after you finish filling her, Lara is going to clean her out." It sounded like a great plan to me. A few moments later, I felt the tide rising and knew I was about to come. I told Suzanne, and she motioned to Lara. I grabbed the chains holding the trapeze, and used them to leverage myself for maximum penetration of Millie. Suzanne ripped the nipple clip off, and Millie cried out. Two seconds later I came in Millie, grunting and spurting as violently and voluminously as I ever have. Millie suddenly shook and had what appeared to be her biggest orgasm yet, throwing her head back, clinching her teeth, and I saw her abdominal muscles began to move like snakes in a sack.

I pushed into her and after my first squirt she shook and squirted herself, in the throes of another powerful orgasm. I felt her clear and hot juices run down my legs. I shot everything I had, and after nine or ten hard, deep strokes I knew nothing else was going to come out of me. I pulled out with a very audible 'plop' sound, and Millie didn't move. She looked like a stun gun had fired all her muscles and they could not relax. Suzanne caressed her breasts and whispered in her ear, and Lara hung from the chains and began gently kissing Millie between the legs. Suddenly Millie's eyes opened, and she looked at me wide eyed, then she turned her eyes over towards Suzanne, whom she could not see behind her. The she realized it was Lara going down on her, and what was about to happen. Her neck moved back and she said 'Oh, God!" and then was racked by another orgasm. Her Suzie signal blared so loud that I was sure that both girls could hear it, not just me. But Suzanne didn't show any signs of that, and Lara was quite busy. Lara's head moved back and forth and she made guzzling sounds, and Millie came again, shaking the trapeze and gasping for breath like an asthma patient. Lara made a big sucking, slurping sound, and then smacked her lips, showed me that wonderful tight little smile, and said "all gone!" What a woman!

Suzanne gently rubbed Millie's nipples and kissed her cheek, and Millie began to mutter "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" over and over. Lara stood and kissed Suzanne for a moment, and then we unsnapped the clips holding Millie and carried her to the bed. She shook and babbled and cried. I kissed her mouth gently, and both girls continued to clean up between her legs, and she continued to produce wetness there for another ten minutes. Her breathing gradually returned to normal, and she found her voice. "I love you Master, and you Mistress, and you Mistress. You do own me, and I like it. I'll do anything for you, and you can do anything to me you want" She blubbered and cried some more. "That was far beyond even my wildest fantasies. I think I almost died, and it would have been worth it!" Suzanne kissed her and said "We want to take care of you, Millie, but you will have to obey us strictly. You have a very powerful sexuality and you must learn how to use it safely or you may get hurt. Until further notice, you must agree never have sex with anyone unless Master is there to guide you. Do you understand?" She said yes and cried some more. Soon she fell asleep and the girls cuddled with her. Millie had one more big time fuck session coming after the football game, plus another surprise coming before the party, and the combined effect should be to keep her in a sexual slow simmer with occasional boil over's for the next few months. That was our plan.

All three girls were sleeping soundly as I watched the national game day and pregame show for the ESU versus WTTU game, which was early afternoon and carried nationally. In the WTTU segment, an update was given on Spike Bleach, the prematurely white haired former WTTU coach and his controversial firing, and the almost universal hatred of James Craig in West Texas. Bleach's wide open offensive style had been controversial, but WTTU had never had a better won loss record before or since Bleach had been at the helm. There had been some unfortunate scandals involving the new coach from the Southie conference that had replaced Bleach, and WTTU was no longer really considered a legitimate contender for a BCS bowl this year. Many of the alums wanted to clean house: not just fire the new coach but get rid of the university administration types that had been bullied into firing Spike Bleach, on what later was found to be very questionable evidence. On the football field, Bleach had always put all the fast recruits on offense, and the defense only got a fast player if he had concrete hands, figuring that on defense it was okay to just knock down passes instead of catch them.

WTTU still had a pretty good offense, with an experienced quarterback and receivers, and a hotshot freshman running back, but their defense was a glaring weakness. Last year, hardly one of ESU's best, saw them pileup over 400 yards rushing against WTTU, and the game was never in doubt. Even the most rabid WTTU homers acknowledged that everything would have to go just right for WTTU to have any chance of winning this game. The announcers used the hackneyed phrase 'addition by subtraction' which implied that some of the departing seniors from last year's WTTU team were not very good and the new freshman recruits couldn't help but be an improvement. Among those departing seniors was Little Jimmy Craig's brother, Steve, who played wide receiver and thanks to his press hog dad, James Craig, had a lot more press stories and blog mentions to his credit than he ever had receptions. A play maker he was not, but at least he graduated in four years, unlike Little Jimmy.

ESU kicked off, and WTTU tried but had no luck running against the ESU defense, which was lightning fast, shed blocks quickly, and flowed to the ball very well. WTTU quickly went back to their normal 'dink and dunk' short passing game instead of a running attack, and got two first downs before the ESU defense stiffened and forced a punt. WTTU was not paying attention and ESU sent a total punt block effort and two rushers actually got to the punt, one deflecting it slightly and the other blocking it solidly and back away from the line of scrimmage. ESU got the ball on the WTTU 35, and four rushing plays later ESU went up 7-0. WTTU then had some success with the short passing game, making several first downs on the next drive, and a missed tackle let WTTU tie the game at 7-7. It stayed tight with ESU scoring on long clock eating running drives, and WTTU scoring on a tricky long pass. At the half, it was 28-14 ESU, but WTTU was still within striking distance.

At halftime, there was a TV ad from the Real Texans for Truth SuperPAC, accusing James Craig of lying about Spike Bleach to get him fired, taking pay for play money when he was in college many years ago, and then the ad finished with sound bites of several of Craig's many embarrassing on camera gaffes. James Craig may be a politician, but he was neither smooth nor polished nor highly intelligent. But there was no mention of Alpha Gamma fraternity nor the slip and slide videos. The PAC could have probably saved its money, because the latest polling showed that James Craig would be lucky to get 5% of the vote statewide, and in West Texas, he would be lucky to get 2%. All three girls joined me to watch the halftime show and second half, plus play kiss, slap and tickle, and it was suddenly one of the best games in the history of televised football. Lara put out a wonderful late brunch buffet that filled everyone up just fine, except Millie who had to watch from her sleeping rug, and was only allowed to drink from her bowl on the floor. Suzanne snuggled in next to me and I kissed her, then my curiosity made me whisper in her ear to ask "What did you take from the kitchen to the bathroom and what did you make Millie do to you?"

Suzanne grinned in a wolfish smile, and then her Suzie spiked a little with the memory, as she leaned into my ear to reply. "I got one of those envelopes of honey that they give out with the biscuits at the drive through chicken place near campus, and then I indulged myself, since I had a compliant and horny handmaiden available!" She smiled and snuggled even closer to me and I knew she wanted to tell the story, so I just waited. "So I had her give me a nice warm enema and then open the end of that little envelope and squeeze the honey out into my ass. Then I had her count to 100 and then lick it all out of me! I think she liked it as much as I did, but I got to come and she did not. She does have a wonderful tongue, and I'll return the favor someday."

That certainly explained the Suzie signals. I laughed and kissed her. "I thought I heard that little noise you make when you come sometimes." Suzanne just held her tongue up against her upper teeth with her mouth open and looked thoughtful. She must know that drives me crazy.

Just before the end of the halftime show, the game day TV show had two of the their frequent 'courtroom final argument' debates: one on conference realignment and the prospects for a national playoff format, and the second on whether or not ESU was 'back' as a national football power after two very subpar years. As usual, the overbearing former NFL defensive lineman that that had the reputation of having the combination of the lowest IQ and the biggest ego of the entire broadcast crew served as judge, and the two attorneys that were advocating the opposite positions in the debate were played by a satellite radio sportscaster named Mark Fudge who was a 'yes man' for the Southie Conference, and Jack MaRoot, a former coach who now worked as a broadcaster. Mark Fudge launched on his feeling that a playoff could not be done by picking just the best 4 teams to do a two game semi-final and final elimination game playoff, because the best four teams would always come from the Southie Conference, and the other, inferior conferences would complain plus it would just be a duplication of the existing Southie title game, but the 'super conference' model was not good either since the Southie conference was so far superior to all the others that there would be no real chance to get three other credible 'super conferences' to support a 64 team conference playoff format. MaRoot countered that the Southie Conference's impressive won-loss record was a result of the fact that they were known to pay recruits and their families to commit to Southie schools, citing the recent scandal involving the use of gambling casinos to launder payments, and the much lower Southie academic standards that allowed athletes who were barely functional illiterates who could not hack it academically at most colleges to graduate with a degree in general studies or sports history. He used the example of the recently departed former ESU in state rival school that moved to the Southie conference and instantly had the highest academic and admission standards of all the schools there. It reminded me of the old joke about the Alpha Gamma grad that moved from Texas to Oklahoma, and as a result the average IQ in both states went up. The judge ruled for a national 64 team format, kicking off continuing and uncivil debates all over the country.

The ESU case arguments were similar, with Mark Fudge packing his arguments that ESU had been miraculously lucky in previous years and could never hope compete in the wonderful Southie conference, where they played 'real football' instead of gimmicky football, and where what mattered was football, not marketing. Jack MaRoot countered that ESU had great facilities and always got great recruits and great coaches and thus would always have competitive teams, and that ESU had 'eyeball power' and good demographics and always drew a strong national TV audience, and that it was one of the cleanest programs and would never suffer the probation and other NCAA infractions and punishments that Southie schools so often did. The judge ruled that ESU was back, but that next season both their offensive and defensive coordinators would have new head coaching jobs and ESU would again be scrambling to keep up a winning record.

ESU took the second half kickoff and drove the ball methodically with 80% running plays to score and go up 35-14. The two teams then exchanged scoring drives, with ESU scoring a touchdown and WTTU stalling and settling for two field goals. Early in the fourth quarter, the score was 42-20. The ESU defense began an all out rush on the WTTU quarterback, who was forced to throw on every play to try to score, and he was sacked ten times in the fourth quarter alone. ESU won 56-23, and there was great celebration all around. Even the TV analysts were now convinced that ESU could make a BCS bowl, and maybe finish very high in the final polls.

When the final highlights and recap ended I shut off the TV. Suzanne took me into the bedroom and had me change into I pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and as I returned to the living room I saw Millie once again dressed in her eighth grade school girl outfit. Suzanne was dressed in a conservative but tight dress with some glasses and looked like the 'hot but inhibited teacher' character in some movies. I tuned into her Suzie and found her carrier modulated by all her unfulfilled fantasies from junior high, triggered and refreshed in her memory when she put on that outfit. Lara was dressed in a high neck and very conservative dress, with her hair up, and looked like a really uptight school principle. Millie's Suzie was telling that she wanted to be double teamed by the young male and the young teacher, but was afraid of being caught and disciplined by the mean principle. I could see some real possibilities here! I did not realize that Suzanne had taken a more direct method than my talent, demanding that Millie whisper her junior high fantasies to Suzanne while playing Truth or Whip! Thus Susanne and Lara had even better and more specific information than I did.

Mille was standing next to a bookshelf, trying to reach up for a book on the upper shelf. I came in, playing the horny junior high guy, and began copping a feel of Millie's ass from behind. Millie demurely removed my hand, the first time I grabbed her, and the second time, but the third time she left it there and pushed back against in gently. Sufficiently emboldened, I ran my hands all over her ass and began to cup her breasts. Suzanne suddenly appears, playing a hot music teacher, and observes my roaming hands. She approached Millie, and said "You are letting that young man paw your young body! Do you really want to allow that?"

Millie looked dreamily hat her and said "Yes, it feels good!"

"Have you no shame?"

"Not with just the three of us here."

"Would it shame you if I touched you too, young lady?"

"No, Ma'am. I think I'd like that!"

Suzanne pulled Millie's skirt up and ran her hands between her legs. "You are wet, you wanton, hussy!" she exclaimed. "Have you no shame?"

Millie smiled and gave Suzanne her hot and haughty look. "I think it is a shame you haven't touched me before, Miss Granot!"

Suzanne sputtered in character as the music teacher in mock indignation. "Well, I never......"

Millie kissed her. "I know, but you should have. I always wanted you to!"

I pushed Millie down on the table and took off her panties, and made it obvious that the clumsy but aggressive young boy was going to fuck her. She lay on her back and Miss Granot looked on, scandalized, but maybe jealous, too.

Then Miss Granot seemed to make a decision. She slipped her panties off and tossed them to me, and then climbed up on the table, put her legs on either side of Millie's head, and sat on her face. Millie began enthusiastically kissing and tonguing Miss Granot's bush, and making muffled noises that sounded something like 'yummy'. Miss Granot found herself facing in the young man's direction, and discovered that he was enthusiastically smelling the panties she threw at him, and saying something like 'yummy". Millie's Suzie signaled absolute and total excitement, validating her girlish fantasies. Miss Granot and I came just about the same time, and Millie, feeling us both gush fluids on her, had a huge orgasm, crying out with joy. But the noise brought Lara, playing the strict school principle, bursting through the door.

"Oh my, one of my students, and one of my teachers, behaving like harlots!" She stamped her feet and the focused her energy on me. "If you are not out of her in one minute, young man, I will remove your testicles!"

I drew myself up to full height, turned Lara as the Principle over my knee, and spanked her, hard. "You should know better than to speak to me like that Principle Prissy! Your duty is to punish these two that you have failed to properly supervise! Then I will decide what your punishment will be and whether or not to have you fired!"

The principle looked scandalized, but she was breathing hard. She turned her attention to Millie first. "Since you are already up on the table, young lady, turn over and bare your butt for the spanking of your life!" Millie rolled over and looked back over her shoulder with that hot but haughty look in full flower. Lara used her hands to spank Millie, and by the third swat Millie was clearly enjoying the hell out of it. Staying in character, that appeared to make the principle madder, and she spanked her even harder. Millie almost came.

"Alright, young lady, you and your teacher get on your knees, right now!" Both complied. "You, young ruffian, come stand right here. If you girls are so interested in your penis, and you are so proud of it, let's just do this right. Stick out your tongues, girls!" They did. "Now you masturbate yourself until you shoot your nasty stuff on their tongues, if they are so interested in it!" She proceeded to spank both of them very soundly. I discovered I was a method actor, and soon found the sight of their reddening butts highly stimulating. My first shot landed right on Millie's tongue. "Make sure they both get half!" he principle yelled. I did. The principle continued to spank them hard, and looked so excited than maybe I should have made it a third for all of them. I was soon spent I needed to sit down, and the girls threw off their clothes and began to kiss and caress each other. I had a good vantage point. Soon Millie was kissing Lara between the legs, and Lara was kissing Suzanne, and Suzanne was kissing Millie. Then some sort of silent signal heard only by the girls made them switch directions. It was like math class, as they moved through almost all the possible permutations. I figured they could go on like this for hours without me.